Chromatic Compositions

as I prepare for essentially pure hell in April and May @-@

Sorry I've been so inactive on the netz lately. School is literally taking over my life. ._.

I did manage, however, to write up a vignette that I had been mulling over for a while. \o/ Always a good start to be writing little pieces at the very least. But even the ink in my poem well has gone dry o-o;; And those come to me so naturally.

Once June hits and finals are over, I promise I'll be roaring with ideas if I'm not playing Pokemanz. :D


But I thought I'd just make a quick comment on how useful dreams can be. :) No joke, I highly recommend that writers have a dream journal that they keep near their bed. Our subconscious concocts wonderful plot bunnies and spins these lovely little yarns every night. Don't you want to keep those little gems someplace safe?

The scene I wrote about a girl playing her violin didn't come from me, actually. Contrary to the vague author's comment I wrote on dA. And the idea has been collecting dust in the back of my mind for a while. I think it was in February or so.

....Yeah.

In reality, this dream came from the protagonist himself, Kevin.

I was talking with Kevin and "Rachel" before our concert, and he randomly mentions that he dreamt about me. Playing the violin. In the rain.

I found the idea both amusing and fascinating, and "Kiss the Rain" was born on a late March evening. xD

Yeah, I'm "Felicity". The names have been deliberatly changed, obviously. xp Except for Kevin. For some odd reason, I felt that his name fit perfectly without any alterations, so I didn't change it.

I think mentally and creatively, dreams are wonderfully helpful, as a means of inspiration and just rethinking yourself. :)

A few recommendations, tips, trivia, etc:

1. It's hard to remember dreams! We have quite a few a night. When you first wake up in the morning, have your journal at the ready with a writing implement and start jotting down all the details you remember right away. With practice you'll get better.

2. Get a pretty journal to write in. :D Not too pretty that you won't dare write in it, but nice enough that it'll encourage you to write them down.

3. Personally, I find it fun to look up what experts say about your dreams. Check it out, and see if your subconscious is trying to tell you something. When you're aware of that, sometimes it helps develop a theme if you plan to write on it later. :]

4. Talk to other people about their dreams! Sometimes, people have some weird/wacky/enlightening dreams, and they make lovely stories. :3

5. Random fact: Most people, do, in fact, dream in color. :)

Always dream in technicolor, kids ♥

Not a star could be seen in the pitch black night sky. I purse my lips broodingly and stare absently at the blinking cursor on the screen before me.

Just try to think of another word to type, it leers. I dare you.

My expression sours, cursing that small flashing line of mere pixels. How does something as simple as a line dictate and take complete hold of my mind?

I tap my pencil against my notebook listlessly, not in the mood to listen to my teacher lecture today. I could feel myself falling into a haze, soon getting caught up in the world of one of my characters. Like the artist in front of a block of marble, I chipped away at the unnecessary bits, coming closer and closer to my target.

If I want to get good grades, it would be best for me to stop dreaming, I realize shortly. I fall back down to Earth with a disappointed smile. Time to start studying again.


_{(This lovely little stamp can be found here, created by vamptasticA.)}

Ah, the life of a young writer. School is really nothing but a hindrance to one's art.

Somehow, in between the chaos of starting a new semester and shifting around the knives I've been juggling, I've actually made some headway on my story. I've gotten over 2000 words on it now.

When I first started sketching out this story, I had a faint outline of what was to come. I essentially had the characters vividly drawn out and a barely there skeleton of a plotline. I thought that it was going to be an easy oneshot that I could crank out in one sitting, in a couple hours, tops.

I never anticipated it to take so much time. But even beyond that, I never expected to be so in love with this story. I would close my eyes and suddenly I was seeing through the eyes of "Jonathan" (the protagonist's temporary name) - I cringed at the pain he experienced, I began to map out my suddenly unfamiliar surroundings in a daze. A self-satisfied smirk settled itself on my face, uninvited. These feelings weren't mine. Suddenly I was that rebellious teenage boy who did as he pleased, dumped in a new environment.

I really love this story. Once the next plot bunny to progress it hits me, I feel really happy to start spinning this yarn. This may turn out that it necessitates being split into two chapters. Maybe even three.

NaNoWriMo (International Novel Writing Month) was a daring and crazy thing for me to take on; I still can't really believe I conquered it. That was most definitely what solidified my love for the written word. Now, thanks to Miss cinnamon-quill and many other fantastic deviants, I've become a stronger and more prolific writer than ever before.

<3

For one moment, Jonathan's curled simper is my own as I sneer at the blinking cursor. Just try and stop me.

This is it.

This is how it should be.

This is the life.

After much poking and prodding from comrades of the writing community on deviantART, here I am, putting my blogspot account to use. \o/

I cannot promise that I will write with the eloquence that you will see on Cinnamon Quill or other writing blogs, but I can assure you, I will open my mind to you on the workings of my mind on the writing process.

My person. I think it is made up of notes. Musical and scribbled. When I am not preoccupied with one, it is the other that dictates my actions. Always listening, always writing. There is Rose the musician, and there is Rose the writer. Each will express herself in what she does best.

How do both live so equally in one person?

I may never know.

Shall I discuss my latest project? It has consumed me for the past few days. It is... *drumroll* a fanfiction.

I know that fanfiction gets a really bad rap, but sometimes I write fic too, albeit quite rarely. If you judge me for writing fic on real people, I suppose I understand. :| I would probably judge me too. However, I for one personally believe that fanfiction can be a wonderful springboard for a struggling writer who is in a fandom.

And to tell you the truth, I am horrid at fanfiction. Case in point being my Epik High fanfic, "Free Music". This is a feeble attempt to make a teenage Tablo who is even mildly in character. But if you look at it as just an angsting Daniel Lee who hates playing the violin, I suppose it is an all right piece.

To be quite frank, I prefer crafting my own original characters because I have more free rein over them. But sometimes, there's ideas I really can't resist to turn into fic. And this would be one of them. The title in progress is "And 'Ring Ding Dong' Went The Bells", but you know how much that rolls off the tongue. :p I am planning on posting the story on dA with westernized names to make it more relatable to a western audience. When that happens, please do tell me what you think.

At this moment in time, it is a whopping 1,057 words long. Woo hoo. Have the opening line for a taste of what's to come:

"His first and last memories are of darkness, the clear toll of church bells in the distance."

By the way, how do you like the layout? It took me eons to format x-x;; And it may only be temporary, if I find something better. :|

_{The blank notebook beckons. It is time for a new story to begin.}