New Blog

I decided to create another blog, leaving the first one for my thoughts and my personal stuff, this one for my creative thoughts. All the stuff that has to do with my writing will go here, since I need the outlet.

My creative process has been odd lately. Projects I haven't touched in months, even years, have suddenly been pushed to the forefront, while the stuff that I have been working on the last few months has pretty much been ignored. It's like I'm finally ready to finish all that unfinished stuff, which is good.

The stuff I've been writing has been weird. Not in a bad way, but different. My writing has always been dark and angsty, but now it's a little more so. A little more raw.

Like tonight, I couldn't help but write stuff for a brand-new Canadien drama that was only showing a sneak peak adn doesn't really air for months. If that's not odd enough, since normally I'm only inspired to write for shows I've been watching a while (or books I'm really into) I was inspired to write odd relationship pieces between a fifteen year-old and a twenty-two year old. Weird, gross and illegal, yet it called to me and the stuff's not half bad. A little darker, a little edgier, and with a subject matter that's a little wrong, but I like it. I may post bits and pieces, depends how it goes.

I've been working on more original stuff, which is good, since eventually I want that to be all I write. I love fan fiction, it's helped me hone my skills and all, but it's not what I want to do with the rest of my life. I want to be a writer, write my own novels, create my own charachters. Which is the hard part, I'm not really graet at character creatiion. I can take other people's charcater and twist them to fit my idea, but I can't really create my own. But I'm gonna work on that.

The orginal stuff I've been working on isn't great, but it's a start. Some of it is odd. Like this bit that came to me out of nowhere:

//She looked up at him with tear-filled blue eyes. She had never imagined then they'd end up in this place. It seemed like a bad dream. "So you're getting married." She said, choking on the words. He nodded. "In two weeks." He turned his head, looking into the distance. "She a nice girl, Molly." He said, still not looking at her. "She'll make me happy." "That's good." Molly said, trying very hard not to cry. There was so much she wanted to say, but she didn't have the right. "I shouldn't have come here." She said quietly. "You're right, he said turning back to her. "Why did you? Why did you come back?"//

It just came to me one day and demanded to be written down. But that's all that came, it's just a weird drabble in the middle of something else. Something that hasn't come to me yet, but perhaps if I just wait on it it will.