I think it's been long proven that I'm utterly wrong where I thought the world of artistry had slowed to a crawl (which, if you take it one way, can sound highly insulting...). Through all people, their inspirations wholly substantial, art lives on, as people of varying stances continue to expound upon their crafts, and the things that sustain their hearts.

One friend of the recent past few months has inspired me to return to the world of literature. Disappointed with my lack of effort for a story-driven RP to be, I felt a desire to show him two of the more modern of stories I've written, which you can find here:

Until I Woke Up From The Madness - An Intermission Story

• https://www.weasyl.com/submission/528914/until-i-woke-up-from-the-madness
• http://www.furaffinity.net/view/8905636/

As Was His Ignorance - A Commodore 64 Story

• http://www.furaffinity.net/view/8123620/

 

And then it came to me: Time to be less lazy, and more crazy. :D <33333

 

There's about 7 stories I've started up that need finishing, not all of which pertain to the still very underdeveloped canon of my main story called "Parasympathy". Some are even based in modern settings as opposed to one of worlds of angels, demons, and purgatorial wraiths. The fun thing about having left those stories hanging out to dry for so long is that since I'm far off the same train of thought I was on when I started them, they should only come out much better once I'm finished with them in the here and now. Maturity doesn't necessarily come with age, but I've spent a great deal of time considering the flaws in my varying styles of writing.

There's been several times where I was highly inspired to write something out, but was too lazy ass to whip out my iPod and commit it to memory, and I regret that deeply. I've been wanting to expound upon the relations between my art loving sky blue anthro wolf character Ryan, and his darkly foreboding aquaintance, Bale, the Angel of Sorrow. They have an intertwining relationship where either side sees things in ways the other doesn't, yet they still remain close to each other, Bale often being thoughtful of Ryan even though he claims to have no emotional qualities (Think of how "Inuyasha's" Sesshomaru character was concerning Jakin and, especially, Rin. :) <3).

I want to once again, to whomever it may apply to, thank you for continuing to view my writings. All self-inflation aside, there's always been a bit of speechlessness where people's opinions or input is concerned when looking over my writing, and the reasons why aren't as important to me as the present desire to view what I offer. Some folks say that 100 submission views isn't anything to scream about, but I'm one to look at the significance in the smallest things. It's heartwarming to know that, relatively, a consistent "bunch" even look, and I appreciate it greatly, especially on my poem "Our Days of Sun, Awe Long Since Past" ( https://www.weasyl.com/submission/872121/our-days-of-sun-awe-long-since-past ), which closed a very wide gap in between when I last posted a submission.

 

Now to get back in tune with my inner poet, script writer, and story writer! <3