I dun write gud

 So I’ve been thinking…

                                                              “Don’t you effing dare!”

No, no! This’ll be a normal post. Promise!

*Disgruntled sitting down*

Right, thank you.

So as I have informed the readers of this here thingy I have been very busy writing some things. I have again made a major change. Where first the protagonist had been smuggled into a place where she should not have been, heavily sedated and not able of concious thought. This was a fitting start, I though before, because it gives me the opportunity to write the character from Tabula Rasa, without anyone she should know or any familiar places to relate to. Sparrow once recommended this course of action to me, because it’s a very interesting way to write, someone who is lost in what should be a very familiar world.

But then I started to write the plot, instead of just the setting, and all elements I wanted to write I couldn’t write the elements I wanted. SO I started thinking on how to change the setting. First I toyed with chaging the surroundings, but that was so essential to my world that, if I changed it, I had to rewrite the entire world. SO I started changing the characters herself. Instead of getting dumped in some maintenance tube I had her waking up in a bar inside, and from there on finding out certain things about her life. She’ll still start out as a Tabula rasa but with a little unexpected baggage.

One day I’ll post a full summary on here, Promises.

Not much going on apart from that, had a mock job-interview, was organized by school so that I had to write a letter as if it were to a real opening. They invited someone from the chemical industry and they had to listen to my story after reading my letter They were very positive and all that, even went as far to say that they would hire me if this were a real interview.

So yeah,

Thanks for reading.

(I am rubbish with titles.)

So, I know I’m treating this like a crowd is reading this while in truth only two people are told that this updates. Even still, I need to vent somewhere. This is a downer for me, so sorry if it sounds emo.

                                                                    “I know how you feel man.”

Two days ago the weekend started. On Friday night, I was sitting at home, looking forward to the weekend. Then stuff started to descend. I was talking to one of my mates online, and then he casually mentioned that he had only a few minutes before he was meeting up with some friends to ‘go out.’ Now, I’m not an outgoing person, never have been. With my somewhat pale complexion, introverted personlity and all that, I’m not a looker, nor what some would call a big catch.

Then I started to think. I’m seventeen now, have had a grand total of two girlfriends, with a few I fancied and got nothing out of it, and perhaps been ‘out’ ten times. I have friends aplenty, but none in my friendgroup is an outgoer, so whenever I have the urge to go out I will have to go on my own, which is pretty sad actually when a loner goes out on his own.

Sometimes I feel like I’m wasting my youth. Then I think to myself; this is still only the start of my youth, where I’m still in high school and the entire outgoing thing will come when I’m not constantly pushing myself with school and writing and everything like that. My age of people is still pretty superficial, where I fancy myself pretty mature for my age, so small faults usually get amplified in the Social Pond here. And after sixs years in this pond, lotsa mistakes are bouncing around from my side. It’s hard to make an image when there’s another one in everyones mind.

                                                                                   “Well, is it?”

Gah. Perhaps I’m just overthinking stuff. I tend to do that alot actually. It also doesn’t help that the movie Mamma Mia is rollling to my right, and is a sappy love story I cannot relate to.

YEAH OKAY SO.

So the writing is pretty cool at the moment. Wished I had signed myself up for NaNoWriMo - National Novel Writing Month - which forces you to write a novel of fiftythousand words right from scratch. As the month has progressed for seven days now I’ve got a pretty bad delay if I’d sign myself up right now, so I’ll have to wait for another year for that to happen. Bollocks.

But with the writing itself it’s pretty cool. I’ve started on a synopsis of the story again, with major alterations here and there. I’ll post a summary in a bit.

Thanks for reading.

So yeah, I kinda forgot about this. BUT! In my small hiatus, I have gained yet another follower! Three cheers for me!

                                                   “Even the fecking cricket left! You suck!”

So yeah. What I have been up to this past week:

Went to Shell Moerdijk, which is a pretty prestidgious company in the form of gas-trade. You might have heard of Shell before. Met with various people to confirm that a higher education moleculair science isn’t a waste for me to spend my life. Met a few really interesting people, hit my head twice on the same pole, watched a tanker go boom (No, really. The tanker went BOOM you wouldn’t believe it.) and had free lunch.

The lunch was really good.

Also, I have been busy with creativity. A small bit with online RP’s, which are stories written by a collection of about twelve people, all writing from a characters perspective. The character is created by themselves. I set one up, and have been monitoring it. The plot is specked with time-travelling abnormalities, so I’m having fun with messing with the players. Also, a fair bit went into drawing. I know I said I didn’t draw, and this is more doodling than anything. Still, I can safely say that these are some of the best drawings I have ever made. All of them are of this crazy looking girl with even crazier hair. I decided to dub her ‘Robin’ and make her the look of the main character in that sci-fi thing I have been blabbing about. Sounds eerie, I know, but it’s been a bombshell for me to have what I created in words now on paper.

Apart from that, the writing has come to a sort of stop as I thought of new ideas with old ideas, and dragged them out of the archive of my laptop. They were really rubbish as to the writings, but the concepts are sound. One of these is about a true immortal man who’s been floating around the universe for millenia. Whenever he hits a barren world, of a gas giant, or something like that, he has to wait for a natural occurance to get himself out. I was having some fun with him crashlanding on earth in the sixties, and promptly getting addicted to the narcotics of the world. Since he cannot die, he shoots himself full with everything, and is pretty much comatised for the next few days.

It was a fun subject to write on, but as it progressed, I found myself to be inable to write things entertaining to others without throwing in a sloppy action scene here and there, where I was writing for it to become a drama of sorts. Decided to shelf it, learn how to write properly, and come back to it later. It is now later, and I’ve been trying to make it fit, but the sci-fi thing is still haunting in my head, with Robin staring at me like I’ve abandoned her.

I would upload another schytz, but I have made a graph depicting my follower count in the upcoming days to celebrate! Will be in a second post!

(Also, I am lazy.)

Thanks for reading,

Woah, day 2 of my Tumblr career and already an entire follower. I sure am taking the world by storm eh?

So I’ve made a promise to myself to update this at least once a day, with whatever nonsense I could make up. I figure that once I get past the triple digit update someone is bound to notice this account. (Fame through persistance!)

So I mentioned in the intorductory that I’m an amateur writer. Big shock. Every other teen these days dabbles in the writing buisness, because all one needs to write is time and some form of lettering. However, I’ve been at it since I was thirteen, non stop, every day a page or two. I’ve got quite a few projects in my harddrive, none of them finished and all warranting a major edit. I have also attended several…sebaticals (?) of famed and published write, and have stayed in contact with those people.

Even though I did all that, which is nothing impressive, not by a long shot, there’s much to learn. Projects I started a month ago already look stale this month, and I start editing and editing until I have to bin it because I changed so much I have to rewrite the entire fundamentals and that’s just too much of a bother for one measily project. A vicous cycle.

                                                                      “As if. You’re just lazy.”

I have several friends that write. One, who goes by the alias of Sparrow, is attempting to get hired at Marvel, despite being seventeen, with a superhero story. It’s far superiour to my own work I must say, although Sparrow is prone to nitpicking and arrogance to the point where he says he tops 80% of the writing industry, and his frequent sharing sometimes dishearten me as I have to listen to yet another brilliant passage while my own notes stare at me, almost accusing me of how bad I am and how good he is.

Now. Enough with the boring talk. I’ve got a project at the moment named “Lilies.” It’s a sort-of-scifi-with-totalitairian-opressive-political-drama story, if that made any sense. I’m still writing notes on the world, and the main character and other character and such other fun world-building stuff. I will be sure to post something here, for whoever cares.

Anything left to add, Schytz?

“You just wasted 30 minutes typing this while you could have been writing. No one will ever read this.”

…

See ya next time!

tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?

Here I am, writing a message on a speck of sand  and throwing it out in the desert.

Too emo.

Hello world!

I really don’t know why I’ve signed up for a Tumblr account. I’m afraid I cannot entertain anyone with delicious art, magnificant blogs about falling from an airplane, or how my baby lion cubs are growing or anything. Truth of the matter is that one of my friends has a Tumblr and, being the tool that I am, I have to sign up for it as well. Because hey. Why the hell not?

So, who am I? I’m a seventeen year old dutch young man, avid reader, amateur writer, true gamer, proud nerd with an imagination that’s unhealthy, motivation of perpetual cannot be arsedness and a flair for the extravagant. But only on the internet. ( Shh. It’s a secret! :O ) Outside of the internet I am pretty introverted and cold. But hey, let’s not talk of scary things like the outside. This is the internet.

As for a purpose of this blog; I think I can do something with it. Apart from being in my exam year (Derp, studies and whatnot) nothing really exiting is going on here in my life. I am an amateur writer though, not being published and all, so perhaps I’ll post some pieces of my writings here, to be examined, criticised or possibly ignored by the general public.

I’m guessing it’s the latter.

So, be sure to look forward to a (semi?) daily amount of avarage!

And because every blog needs a gimmick, I will pretend I’m a schitzophreniac and will let my alter egos of pretty and mysterious people found on Google image do the true talking here.

                                                                      “You’re a tool, Samuel”

That I am, mysterious hooded man.

That I am.

-Samuel