I had, unforgivably and astoundingly, temporarily forgotten the joys of writing. In the good old days when we didn't have coursework, housework and every other type of work, we could frolic in the fields of 'Omfg-just-thought-of-a-new-story-plot-I'm-gonna-write-it-right-now' and plonk ourselves right in front of our computers and simply start to write this magical-one-of-a-kind story that would proceed to bore us by the seventeenth page but would have at least provided us with a few day/weeks worth of entertainment and practice.

However with the current circumstances (multitudes of mock exams and aliens to fend off with Nerf guns. gotta buy the Nerf guns first though) I haven't actually opened a brand new White Blank Page (The Sons, luff them <3)> again. I'm not admitting that failed- it didn't fail, it just...petered out? However I managed to get a few interesting characters and plotlines out of Dustland Fairytale, so that was worth while- Lady Labyrinth for one and Grey for another.

But yesterday, as my friend mentioned a dialog line he'd had in his mind for a while and wrote a little extract, I reminded myself that I was probably far too out of practice with creative writing and decided to have another shot.
It wasn't exactly one of those omfg-new-amazing-plot ideas that I knew would sustain me for a few dozen pages then I would undoubtedly give up, but it was something. I'd had a few general vague ideas floating around my mind for a while but never tried to put them down onto paper; but here was my chance! However, in this moment of staring at the newly opened White Blank Page in front of me, I conveniently forgot all of those vague ideas and started anew. Not completely anew- it's based on a character you might know pretty well by now if I've frequently irritated you with extracts of him from my NaNo and other adventurous little plotlines, and a new character whose personality I continue to be fascinated by and excited to add small details to him here and there. (:

So I started to write and was pleased to see I had retained at least a fraction of my addiction to writing- by the tenth line I couldn't stop, which I usually take as a good sign. However, as the dialog began to weave it's way into the document I slowly hit The Wall- my writing had slowly began to collapse into itself and would implode any minute if I didn't save it. Ironically, saving it meant deleting the last page or two- but I shrugged it off and continued to write.

However the Winter Olympics was calling- the snowboarding double giant slalom final was on and it was Russia against Austria so I obviously had to watch it. So I saved my no longer White Blank Page and went to watch the tense final that awaited me, knowing in satisfaction that I had temporarily forgotten the joys of writing.

~Illusionist xx


p.s. Expect an extract of this future-novel-writing-material-thing soon.