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My life is coursing over me like a river. For whatever reason, I feel a type of clarity. I'm not spending so much time worrying about what I lack, but rather, focusing on the immense blessings of my life. In addition, I've been trying to do some more writing, and I have been trying to make a song on FL Studio 9 (Which is really hard!).
I'm writing another short story, this one is sort of along the same lines of Autumn Earth, but I think I'm exploring the idea of being surrounded by people you do not understand in a different way. I think it's a common thread amongst a certain subset of aware human beings to act as though some of the people we encounter are somehow less alive than us. To that end, in my story, still not titled, two people find love in a city where clay simulacra have slowly come to comprise the population. One of the narrators calls them Casks, and the other calls them Empties. The whole thing thus far has been a brief, brutal commentary on emotion, consumerism, and conceit, and I look forward to finding the will to finish it.
I have not worked on my novel in a while. It needs a lot of work, so I never really made it past the first chapter. I'm starting to sound like every white person ever--hard-drive full of half finish writing projects. I swear I will finish them! It's about an insular community with an apocalyptic legend about endless rain. They send a hero to stop it, and it kind of goes from there. It's secretly a sci-fi story hidden in a kind of fantasy story, but don't tell anyone. If I ever find the time to work on it like I had last summer, expect lots of discussion about technology, stories, and the power of a community to unite the human psyche! To my audience, I will send you anything I have written/mentioned if you care to read it. I again point to my blog, where the love story I mentioned above will eventually be posted.
Also, this is a cool song. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dtqGoHouoE0
I'm writing another short story, this one is sort of along the same lines of Autumn Earth, but I think I'm exploring the idea of being surrounded by people you do not understand in a different way. I think it's a common thread amongst a certain subset of aware human beings to act as though some of the people we encounter are somehow less alive than us. To that end, in my story, still not titled, two people find love in a city where clay simulacra have slowly come to comprise the population. One of the narrators calls them Casks, and the other calls them Empties. The whole thing thus far has been a brief, brutal commentary on emotion, consumerism, and conceit, and I look forward to finding the will to finish it.
I have not worked on my novel in a while. It needs a lot of work, so I never really made it past the first chapter. I'm starting to sound like every white person ever--hard-drive full of half finish writing projects. I swear I will finish them! It's about an insular community with an apocalyptic legend about endless rain. They send a hero to stop it, and it kind of goes from there. It's secretly a sci-fi story hidden in a kind of fantasy story, but don't tell anyone. If I ever find the time to work on it like I had last summer, expect lots of discussion about technology, stories, and the power of a community to unite the human psyche! To my audience, I will send you anything I have written/mentioned if you care to read it. I again point to my blog, where the love story I mentioned above will eventually be posted.
Also, this is a cool song. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dtqGoHouoE0