Damn, I've been gone a LONG LONG time, it seems!
So, basic real life updates first: I have graduated from college! BA in English with Minors in Creative Writing and Film Studies.
Because I really want to make SURE that I'm unemployable!
In all seriousness, this whole summer has just been...weird, for lack of a better word. My 2003 Mini Cooper has been traded in, because holy crap I had to sink in SO MUCH MONEY FOR REPAIRS. I have since gotten a new car (which I am paying back slowly to build credit and be a REAL adult! pleasehelpme), which is also a Mini. I am also back at my usual summer job of delivering pizzas, which has thrown my sleep schedule all the hell off since I'm normally working from 5-11 or even closing at 1 am, going to bed at around 3-4 am because I can't just jump into bed and sleep, bleh. It's something I want to work on, but getting adjusted to new sleep schedules once you're settled into a new one is a pain in the ass.
Now that all that is out of the way...the real important stuff, aka "things relating to deviantART".
First off, the first season of is over, and the winner is , a person I had the honor of facing (and losing to) in the semi-finals. So yay for me for getting 3rd place. I had a lot of fun with that OCT and look forward to doing more with it in the future, maybe using some characters I have in scrapped stories that would be all kinds of fun to play around with (trying to decide between the sentient zombie mage and the superhero with teleportation/gravity powers).
Next, more stories! Yes, in my final semester I was part of a super awesome Creative Writing class, where I was able to write some pretty awesome stuff, as well as read other people's awesome stuff. I wrote three short works, of which two re-written versions will eventually be put on my page, hopefully within the week.
The reason why I'm not posting one of the stories is because it's the one that features Jack Garsto and Jennifer Enburg, aka "those two characters I introduced in and haven't done a single goddamn thing with since". I'm not permanently deleting it from my computer or anything, but I just feel uncomfortable making that story fully "canon" without fleshing out the world more. It MIGHT (as in, somewhere barely above a 0% of happening) eventually see the light of day, but for now, it sleeps.
The other two....well, one's a fully independent short story, one that I literally wrote the first draft for class in the train ride from NYC to my college in PA. The first draft was rushed, contained some grammar problems, had an ending I had to rewrite at least twice before submission, but I loved it anyway. It was originally supposed to be a story of "white-hat hackers discover an Artificial Intelligence deep in the programming of an MMO they've been hired to examine", but that got way too long, and required much more knowledge of computers and games that I currently possess. When I realized that, I had to scramble to find a new topic. What that topic is...well, you'll all see soon enough.
As for the other one, this one is a bit more special than the other two. I'll get into more detail as to WHY I think it's special when I post it, but it should make sense. I'll leave the topic for that one a mystery as well, because I'm a bit of a bastard like that .
This naturally leads into the "Amy question", i.e. when the hell am I going to get around to writing more Amy Tolson stories, because I really want to and god dammit it's starting to piss me off that I haven't. And...right now I have nothing.
No, seriously, I have NOTHING for her right now. I mean, yes I do have a general idea of what I want to do with her whole "story", but I don't have any plans, any prototypes, any backup. I pretty much have only a hope and a dream with her.
And that leads into something else I really, REALLY, want to talk about.
A week or so ago, I had a personal questioning moment. A few hours when I looked in and asked myself one thing: Did I want to be a writer?
I've said before when people asked me that I wanted to write fiction professionally. I love books and stories, and it would be awesome to have that as my job. But for a while, I just haven't been fully prepared for what "writing a story" actually means. It means knowing what your characters are, what they look like, what they think, what they know and don't know, who they trust, what they believe. It means creating a world that feels like an actual place, characters that feel like real people you might meet in the world, conflicts that make sense and have a logical (if oftentimes entirely unexpected) progression.
AND THAT SHIT IS FUCKING HARD.
So I had to really ask myself: Was I really willing to do that? Along with having a "real" job (i.e. not focusing full time on writing because even I'm not stupid enough to try that right out of the gate), interacting with the real world, and a whole bunch of other things I want to do and/or need to do in my life, am I prepared to actually buckle down and write the things I want to write?
I said yes to myself, and I really hope I wasn't lying.