In 2013: Part Un

I like structure, I do. Sure I don’t mind surprises here and there, but a structure gives me something to look forward to. That’s always a good thing. It keeps me hopeful, and when hope hums just under my skin, it keeps me sane and happy.


Considering this year’s been all sorts of shitty (especially the last quarter, which really took a toll on a bunch of my activities, and everything tumbled gracelessly like a domino — my writing included), I’ve decided to kick my life back into gear. There are things out of my control — I will digress for a bit and just take this moment to say: health problems and accidents can just go die a painful, horrible death now — but things like my writing shouldn’t be one of those. I haven’t been happy with it lately, and I think it’s something I can work on. 

So I will. 

Timing’s perfect, too, because I will be on holiday for two weeks with as little internet connection as possible. Melbourne was good for my muse last time. I hope the city will be just as gracious this time around. Hey, it’s Christmas, after all.

Back to my little blurb about structure!

Mel’s been in my head for more than a year now, and my girl is changing. Boy is she kicking up a fresh storm in my head at the moment. Too bad I am not doing that justice, but I do have a structure in mind to makes me all sorts of excited. Basically, doing this next year:

I adore these things and I have a slew of pages on my OneNote about Mel with these (I promise I am not obsessed with her :P), but as I said, the girl is developing, so the questions might yield different answers this time. How fun would it be to compare and contrast? However, I do know just how much taxing are they to fill out in one sitting. But a question a day shouldn’t be that bad, yes?

Like I said: structure. 

I need 2013. Seriously. 

See I’m all about them words. Over numbers, unencumbered numbered words.

I love words.


Reading them. Writing them. Using them. Butchering them. Inventing them. 

I just like how they can tell so little and tell so much — sometimes both at the same time. Or how a single one can shatter hearts and minds and relationships and a person. Or build all those, too. Or how they can be enough and how they can be lacking. Or how they can change things, really.

You can write something like, I dunno, “Tears fall from her eyes.” and change one, single word, transform it to “Tears spilled from her eyes.” and somehow the eyes become so much more. A vessel this time that somehow failed to contain the tears, as if that’s its purpose all along.

Am I even making sense here?

I don’t even know how or why it hits me so strongly right now. I’ve been free writing for two days, so maybe that’s why. Obviously, the feeling is overwhelming enough to warrant this post. :P 

I just love words. And I’m just happy that I am writing outside of RP again. Sort of.


Hank, writing is something you do alone; it’s a profession for introverts who want to tell a story but don’t want to make eye contact while telling it. And on some level, writing is the exact opposite of this. [x]

(Source: chronicallyannoyed, via effyeahnerdfighters)

Why alcohol is bad for my writing…

Whenever I write outside of my journal, it’s almost always certain that somewhere along the way, I would end up in the humour path. I remember starting my first Harry Potter fan fic before with the full intention of making it angsty and gut-wrenching and dramatic, only to end up writing a humour novel that featured James Potter asking my main character about Wanker’s Syndrome. It’s always a struggle for me not to insert humour in my stories, which isn’t as annoying as I’m probably making it sound right now - I just want to challenge myself and try something new. And that’s one of the reasons why I allowed myself to be coerced in joining Potter’s World (PW), which is a play-by-post RP site. 

That and I have no will power. Plus my friends are crazy persuasive.

I suppose if something is making me write everyday, then something angsty and introspective and tear-inducing would come up eventually, yeah? That’s my theory anyway.

But then I got into this habit of sipping wine whenever I’m posting at night. Here are three examples of my writing when I’m inebriated:

Scenario: My main character (who’s only eleven) having a little misunderstanding with an adult character over a chair.

It was clear they weren’t on the same page here, like they were in the middle of some bizarro dance routine as partners. But while she was tapping her foot to the rhythm of Baby You’re A Firebolt, this woman was sashaying her hips to I’ve Got The Moves Like Potter. It was all too much.

Scenario: My character (still eleven) writing a letter to someone telling them why she thinks boys are annoying.

I don’t think I will ever change my mind about boys. They are really annoying and they always like to tease you and play mean pranks on you. My Nan always tells me that a girl (or lady) should always look for a man, not a boy. I don’t know what that means exactly, but I think it means that men are better than boys. Probably because men can grow mustaches while boys can’t.

Scenario: My character (who grew up in a wizarding household) commenting about Muggle superheroes.

Wow! I’m really impressed with these Muggle superheroes, I mean, Superman can fly! What kind of broomstick does he use? I bet it’s sorta an advanced version of a Firebolt, isn’t it, since he’s from another planet and they probably live in the future over there. I’m not sure what radioactive means, but I’m thinking that the spider that bit Spiderman’s probably the kind that can play Muggle music. Does that mean Spiderman knows every Muggle song ever made? 

I think I need to sober up a little, no?

Carry on, lovelies!