This morning as I was getting out of bed and getting ready to start the daily grind, I had some pretty good brain schemings regarding the potential story that I was going to devote my time to now that I’ve cut off Facebook and Gaiaonline. Yet when I sat down at this sushi restaurant (one of my favorite places to go) to eat dinner and write things down I couldn’t for the life of me remember any part of it at all. I suppose this is a lesson that I should have a pen/pencil with paper around me at all times and that I should always write things down even though I’ll say “I’ll do it later.”
Later never happens it seems. It’ll just slip my mind and then never come to form. Such a waste isn’t it? It could have been a best selling novel according to the New York Times too! But it’ll never get the chance because it never made it onto paper to begin to grow into some epic novel that everyone would have been talking about. This happens more often than not, and you would assume that I would have learned this by now. It’s not like this is the first time I’ve ever started writing.
I remember writing my first story ever when I was only in first grade. It was titled “Aliens at School.” I would have to say it was greatly influenced by the Bailey School Kids series, and that was also the initial signs of my morbid infatuation with the macabre. I mean I had a car driving down the neighborhood street with an ax that chopped off the head of the alien posing school teacher in front of a student that would have probably been no older than me at the time. I suppose that’s how I get the stress out and everything.
Ever since then, I was writing. Most of it at the time was fanfiction for Sailor Moon and Cardcaptors. I don’t think I really diverged from that genre until I hit high school. That was definitely the peak of my creative times. Then sometime after sophomore year or during junior year I stopped caring. The writing part of me took a pretty hard hit and hasn’t ever been the same since then. Looking back at what I wrote then, I’ll think to myself “Damn. I was actually a pretty good writer.”
I tried to get it started up again when I started college, but it never really happened. So now that I have all this free time, I’ll be starting it up again and hopefully it’ll stick. If it doesn’t? I really don’t know what I’d do with myself. My classes online can only take up oh so much of my time before I run out of things to do.
But in any case, here’s a trailer of sorts that I promised I’d post. I wasn’t quite sure which one to post cause there’s two different versions of it. So you’ll get this version for kicks, check out the other on youtube if you’re interested!