You know, I realized, this blog is…completely pointless.
And not because it’s a circle. I mean, what’s the point of this blog? You’d think, from the name, it has something to do with writing, and probably fantasy, but really, that’s not very specific. So all it ends up being is ranting about my own writing.
Heh. No wonder nobody really reads this blog. I don’t even know how to make it more interesting, either.
Anyway, that’s off topic. I’m still sort of writing. Sort of. Meaning, I’m supposed to be writing one project, but I’m too lazy to do so (hey, it’s spring break, right…?), and end up writing random things for random other projects that are really not well-written or anything and there’s only one person I know who could really appreciate them. (You know who you are, V.) Eh. I’m still writing, though, right?
I’ve also been messing around with other things. My parents started playing a new MMO that’s supposed to have a pretty good character creation thing. So I messed around with it, thinking maybe I can create ssome characters that look like mine from my writing, you know, for the purpose of figuring out exactly what the physical appearance of my characters are. (And apparently I don’t really know the as. I spent a good five minutes going through my notes, trying to figure out the height of a certain character. All I really knew was that she was shorter than my excessively tall character, but that’s kind of obvious.) I ended up getting incredibly frustrated at the game because the hair styles are pathetic. There isn’t even a simple braid over the shoulder, or simple long hair, or anything like that. All they have is…weird things. (You can put mohawks and faux-hawks on both female and male characters.) That and all of the characters are adult, and, well, all of my protagonists are my age. Hmm.
I ended up giving up, and decided to do something else. After all, I’m a writer, but I’m also an artist. I can’t seem to figure out how to draw my characters (yet…I’ve only 99.9998% given up on that…), so I pulled out a 3D Animation program, called Blender 3D. Then I ran into a new problem being that I didn’t know how to use it. I was familiar with a really old version (though not good at it) and this brand new version had slightly different controls.
Gah. In other words, I needed to look up some tutorials. And deal with the fact that I already knew half the controls, even though the other half I didn’t know. So I was a total beginner because I didn’t know that alt-F is how you move the viewpoint, or that control-1 shows the back view, yet I knew that B pulls up the selection box, A selects everything, TAB switches to Edit mode…. and so on.
Goodbye, pride. I hope you like the shoebox I stuffed you inside of.
It was a little frustrating, but the tutorials are actually better than I’d thought, at least as I long as I can deal with the fact that I’m making really cheesy-looking items.
And here comes in my perfectionist side. And that it’ll be a while before I can create any models of any of my characters.
I also, while talking to fellow blogger and friend, Kiwi, I realized part of my extended writer’s block problems. I have…absolutely no schedule. But I used to. Back when I wrote a minimum of a thousand words, with a two fifty average, every single day, I got up every morning at roughly seven, or sometimes even six-thirty, before school, and just wrote. I’m still only half-awake, which means still half-asleep, so my imagination has no limits, and I can get a whole lot done. At least, assuming my siblings allow me to.
But I don’t do that anymore. Now, instead of getting up early, I sleep in until eight, when my mom drags me out of bed because I have to start school. No early mornings. I might be tempted to try to get up earlier anyway, even if I’m dead-tired, but my parents have a new rule that my siblings and I aren’t allowed to use the computer in the mornings. Yeah, yeah, sure, I can still use a notebook, but, really? All of my notes, my outlines, everything is on my computer, and I need those to write. Plus, I just can’t write by hand as fast as I can type. If I only have an hour, I’ll still probably only get maybe a few hundred words down, and I’m already doing that with my lack-of-schedule writing, so what’s the point? I might as well spend that hour sleeping.
It’s frustrating. And discouraging. I’ve noticed I’ve been discouraging about a lot of things. Gah.
On a somewhat better note (yeah, I know, this post is already long enough, but I’m rambling here, sorry) I’m going to join a troop thingy…how would you describe it? I suppose it’s basically a Christian version of what Girl Scouts is supposed to be. (Because the real Girl Scouts is awful. I know, I was one for a year or so…bleh.) So, camping, and outdoorsy stuff and such. I’m mostly excited because I want to do some of the wild-life stuff, for two reasons. One, mere curiosity. I want to know how to start a campfire! And use a pocket knife without cutting my thumb off! And so on! I really hope they do stuff like that, though. I may be a girl, but I don’t want to do just girl stuff because I’m female. Not to say I don’t like being female (I’m wearing a skirt as I type this, in fact…I’m also really more of a girly-girl than a tomboy), but that doesn’t mean I don’t like things like that.
Of course, I also want to do things for writer purposes. You know how many times I’ve said, in my writing, in the vaguest way possible because I didn’t know what they were really doing, “They started a campfire and cooked their food”? A lot. Way more than I’d like. Heh, it’s obvious I’m a city girl, isn’t it?
Oh well. Hopefully we’ll do just as much wildlife survival as we do home ec and community service.
And now, to make this post even slightly interesting, did anybody know that “smilingly” is a word? It is. It’s really awkward to say, though.