You must already know I write stories, and if you didn't, then now you do, don't you?
But this blog post tackles writing. As in, pen and paper. "Stone Age writing," as a friend once said.
Before Mom gave me the laptop as graduation gift, (I'm sure she now regrets it) I wrote my stories using pen and paper.
It went fine. I actually managed to write four chapters.
But then, I never finished them.
Looking back on it, those stories could be branded as "HORRIBLE" without a day to think about it. But then, last 2011, I have tried to write Second Time (a story I haven't introduced) on paper. To be specific, I tried to write in a really big notebook.
Naturally, I failed to finish it.
I was cleaning the space under the drawer-- wait, story about that first. A few years back, there were three drawers in the middle of my bed and my sister's bed. Respectively, Shared, Sister's, and Mine. Mine was left open. The my sister (as in, the person) accidentally stepped on it to get up from her bed. It broke.
What broke wasn't the drawer. It the protruding ridges, which allowed the drawer to slide back and forth. (I don't need to tell you what happened after that.)
Anyway, Sister's was really broken (as in, the drawer itself was broken), so it was thrown away. Mine's became the one on top. Shared became Sister's. And the space under our drawersis where we put some notebooks, magazines, and the book I'm currently reading. (It's Brisingr, by Christopher Paolini!)
So, cleaning that space, right? I found that there, and I felt so annoyed at myself. I'm used to myself being unable to finish a story, but I was annoyed at myself for wasting that paper.
So something to add to the New Year ambitons: write using technology. I'll be saving Earth.
It went fine. I actually managed to write four chapters.
But then, I never finished them.
Looking back on it, those stories could be branded as "HORRIBLE" without a day to think about it. But then, last 2011, I have tried to write Second Time (a story I haven't introduced) on paper. To be specific, I tried to write in a really big notebook.
Naturally, I failed to finish it.
I was cleaning the space under the drawer-- wait, story about that first. A few years back, there were three drawers in the middle of my bed and my sister's bed. Respectively, Shared, Sister's, and Mine. Mine was left open. The my sister (as in, the person) accidentally stepped on it to get up from her bed. It broke.
What broke wasn't the drawer. It the protruding ridges, which allowed the drawer to slide back and forth. (I don't need to tell you what happened after that.)
Anyway, Sister's was really broken (as in, the drawer itself was broken), so it was thrown away. Mine's became the one on top. Shared became Sister's. And the space under our drawersis where we put some notebooks, magazines, and the book I'm currently reading. (It's Brisingr, by Christopher Paolini!)
So, cleaning that space, right? I found that there, and I felt so annoyed at myself. I'm used to myself being unable to finish a story, but I was annoyed at myself for wasting that paper.
So something to add to the New Year ambitons: write using technology. I'll be saving Earth.
I hereby end this post,
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