The Writing Group

Monisawa · 2005-09-02 18:20:13

Hello one and all.

I am banding together with all the writers that are interested in making a group. Anyone can join in on this post and discuss and talk about what they will. Others can submit their oppinion or suggestions or WHATEVER.....just post.

If I have any freetime, I might be able to draw some sketches or drawings for someones story. That would be a whole lot of fun. And if anyone else wants to offer to draw for someones' story then just post and say so.

Personally I don't know where this will all go, but that is why life is exiting.

If someone wants to post a short story and asks me, I will put it on my webpage:

http://jerbl.com/verganol/modesty/

On the guest area. So basically this area will be a huge hub FOR ALL who have creative desires to write....maybe draw....and ANYTHING.

okay, I am done ranting.
thanks
mike

Ygramul · 2005-09-03 09:05:42

Hey Mike! (This is Rachel),

I want to share a bit of what I have been working on. I write in vignettes mostly (means I write the big scenes first) then go back and connect them, so I may post things that don't seem to go together except that they have the same characters. I don't have a title or anything yet, so it's just called Thingy. Everyone feel free to comment/give suggestions.

Fiala heard the slow long whistle, coming from the south side of the village, through the din of talking women easily. Her ear was attuned to this signal at all times. It just took practice. However she was curious as to why the whistle was coming from the south when the returning hunters would be coming from the north. Fiala lifted her head from her mending. She noticed that the other women scouts also had noticed the whistle and were puzzled as to the direction it came from. And the whistle was coming closer. One glance at the matron, who also happened to be her great-grandmother, and she left the sewing circle and went into the commons.

She had been trained to be invisible. It was a common practice among these villagers if they had to go into the outer world. As this was a mountain village, ruled by a council of elders, not many ever thought about leaving. The council was good and knew what was going on in the outside world. Fiala grimly shook her head at the folly of this logic.

I'll add more later, probably after Labor Day.

Monisawa · 2005-09-03 18:17:28

vignettes? *Scratches head vigorously. "That is a very strange word." -_-

So you get the good parts out first, plotting the whole story, and then connect the dots. I have never heard of writing a story that way....

Personally I write down quick notes on a concept and how I want to write it later....when I gather all the information neccasary to actuallly begin writing.

Sapphire, one of my friends, if I remember correctly, writes abstractly; in meaning that she will write the end first, or the middle or...just abstract areas of the story. I have always been a beggining to end kind of guy. The end of the story is usually the best part, so I keep the ideal in my head and let the concept of the ending envigorate and inspire me to write the whole story...until I finally write the ending. -_-

When I first began to write, for my first 6 or so years, I would get a visual in my head, or a concept and I would immediatly begin writing.....and before I knew it, I could not write anymore on that story. Most of my older stories...in fact 75% of them did not have any endings. I had a whole lot of starts and short stories, but they eventually all stopped in progression.

That is a good idea though. I have never thought of writing that way before. I guess writing is just like art; there are 10,000 ways to draw the same picture.

Story was good; I enjoyed it and it had real good visuals and development. I will wait for more of the story before I say anything about it...specifically. I imagine that there is more to add and explain latter.
thanks
mike

Ygramul · 2005-09-05 17:11:36

I guess I write more like Sapphire. I used to try writing beginning to end, but then I would start seeing scenes in my head that was further on in the story and get really confused, so with this story I decided to try writing it differently and it's working a whole lot smoother. If you have any comments, share them. I might get to them quickly or I might have not even thought to put them in the story. My sister actually always has to remind me to put in imagery otherwise I stick to basicly dialogue. Here's some more:

If you were to notice her by chance, you would see a young woman of about twenty. Gold brown hair kept in a simple braid laid across her back. Her clothes were loose and comfortable, but even then they did not hide her muscular shape. She was short according to the mountain people, a people where both sexes reached six feet early on in life. Her face often had a dreamy look that belied how much she saw and heard. Her eyes were only the commonest brown, but they had a extra light when she smiled. You got the impression she knew more about life than one so young should know.

There mountains and these woods provided a wonderful contrast. To her they had been a wonderful home. Full of colors, shapes and life. Anyone from the mountains would agree. Those outside of the mountains, these mountains in particular, always found them a bit oppressive. They felt like the woods were always watching. In a way they were right, because each viallge had their own scouts. These mountain people are not fond of surprises.

Again, make whatever comments you would like to. If you think it is crappy, tell me so.

Monisawa · 2005-09-06 17:31:10

Ygramul wrote:

I guess I write more like Sapphire. I used to try writing beginning to end, but then I would start seeing scenes in my head that was further on in the story and get really confused, so with this story I decided to try writing it differently and it's working a whole lot smoother. If you have any comments, share them. I might get to them quickly or I might have not even thought to put them in the story. My sister actually always has to remind me to put in imagery otherwise I stick to basicly dialogue.

Your story is real good. You get to the point real quick....I think I sometimes end up babbling several pages, when I could get it written in a couple good concentrated paragraphs. -_-

Okay, with your scenes in your head thing, I know that everyone deals with different things, different ways. I find it amusing that you have the same problem I do. I ended up dealing with that problem by making notes of the events, or parts, and write it as I make it to that point. But as I said everyone has their own method. What you do will work for YOU best. So anyway.

I will post a part of a short story that I am writing....soon -_- sigh. My sisters put a movie in and it is trying to distract me.
Grrrrr.
thanks,
I will be back.
mike

Monisawa · 2005-09-06 19:13:31

This is the first part of a short story that I am writing. If people are interested I will continue to post it until I am done with it....-_- I promise it is short. Not like Teamclaw.

This story is following a traditional look at asia....I wrote it trying to give the imagined look, that I see in my head of China, and other Asian societies. Kind of like the paintings; long strokes of ink and color, that form together across the scrolled paper, to create a beautiful and serene-relaxing mood. -_- Sounds like I am Bobb Ross....Grrr.

Well anyway, here it is:

The Journey of the Panda

Part 1: The beginning

Sitting lazily on its haunches, the bear reached into the serene water. Taking soft drinks with its paws, it drew the water to its lips. Staring at itself in the mirrored water, the Panda looked at the bamboo that reflected from behind him, onto the water. Smiling to itself, the panda knew he was very happy.
Taking a deep sigh, the panda?s paw dangled precariously into the water. Feeling the slight nibble of a koi fish on his paw, he glared at it temporarily, but leaned farther back on one of the taller and wider bamboo stalks, which surrounded him and the pond. Slightly bending from the weight of the bear, the bamboo leaned, but held itself firmly to the ground.
Listening to the soft whisper of the wind, that often brushed through the Chinese mountains, the bear heard Mother Nature also sigh. Today was a day of relaxation.
Grass, in some distant and unseen hill, could be heard bowing to the force of the wind. Birds fluttering in its breeze, seeds falling from trees, water cascading down tiny waterfalls that were all over the tall mountain, the silent wisp of the fog the sultered faintly in the air...
Falling asleep, dark blotches of color slashed their way across the sleeping panda's eyes. Peaceful serenity brushed quietly into his mind.

Next time: -Part 2: Panda and the dream.-

blewjewl · 2005-09-07 11:05:16

Hi guys, I have no idea what I am doing, kinda computer illiterate. But I'm trying. OK, to Rachel's story. I think there are a few awkward sentences in your story like this one ( sorry if i write it wrong): " Fiala heard the slow long whistle, coming from the south side of the village, through the din of the talking women easily." If she heard it easily then I think the adjective 'easily' should be closer to 'heard,' the word it modefies. Maybe she could easily hear the long, slow whistle through the din of talking women. ? And less commas will make it less choppy. I know that sounded like an engligh teacher, but I promise I make more than my fair share of mistakes and I hate it when I ask for feed back and all I get is grammer advice, that is so not what I was looking for! So besides a few little things like that, I like it. I already want to know what will happen and who are these ppl? I want to know more about their culture and what life is like in those mountains since that is interesting to me and you already have a world of your own going.
Funny that you need to be reminded to add imagry since that is all that I've seen from you so far and it's great that you are good at dialogue. Cuz I'm not.
And for Mike's Panda story:
The third sentence is repetitive, it will be smoother if you cut it a little. I don't think you need the last "onto the water" esapcially since you already have him looking at himself in the water and the words mirrored and reflected, they all mean the same thing. And the next sentence " Smiling to itself, the Panda knew he was very happy." You don't need to say he was happy, we can tell cuz he is smiling. ( you showed so you don't need to tell and showing is better than telling anyway.) Most of us don't label what we are feeling either, we are feeling it so we already know. And if it's a he, you don't need to call him an 'it.' So a couple of awkward sentences, but it's good! Great exotic images and it's refreshing next to the book I'm reading. The thing I like the best is that besides creating a scene or and image or a character, you've actually created an emotion. I can feel the lazy peace and that is so cool!! I could almost read this before bed to help me sleep. I would love to see you create all kinds of emotions and I can't wait to see what his dream will be.
I was gonna write some of my own stuff, but I feel like I talked too much, so I will write it next time.
Till then.

Ygramul · 2005-09-07 12:09:07

Mike, I could totally see and feel China from what you had wrote. I agree with blewjewl that you have created an emotion. Of course one of the best parts of reading something is being able to feel what the characters can feel. My grammer suggestion is play with your sentences. Some can be short, some can be long, some can even be (*GASP*) incomplete. You tend to like to start your sentences in the same way. Instead of saying "Taking a deep sigh, the panda?s paw dangled precariously into the water" you could say 'The panda's paw dangled precariously into the water as he deeply sighed' or 'As he let out a deep sigh his paw dangled precariously into the water.' And the different combinations go on... I'm also really interested to find out what the panda will dream.

blewjewl... What I have posted so far has been reworked many times, but starting from now on I will be getting into an area where I haven't touched it up as much. Don't worry about giving me grammer shout outs. I like writing in a certain way and it won't hurt me to try different things. Besides grammer is part of editing. It's usually just harder to edit content. Either way I won't be hurt.

Warning on this next section: People roll their eyes way too much. I know it, but haven't gone through and changed it yet. Also some of the sentences are redundant.

"Report!" Fiala called when the approaching whistle stopped.
"A group of twenty men are approaching. I do not think they know we are here, but their course is not altering. Orders?" a young male voice asked. Fiala looked at the trees where it came from, thinking. Nothing was supposed to happen while the hunters were gone, he had said. Be a good girl and do your family proud. Her grandfather rolled his eyes behind her father's back. He believed that his son was patronizing her after she had already proven herself worthy.
"Watch for now," she said. Fiala turned to see some of the off duty scouts gathered. "I think it is time to play ghost town."

Monisawa · 2005-09-07 18:00:52

Ygramul wrote:

My grammer suggestion is play with your sentences. Some can be short, some can be long, some can even be (*GASP*) incomplete.
... I like writing in a certain way and it won't hurt me to try different things. Besides grammer is part of editing. It's usually just harder to edit content.

I often get caught in one style and just begin writting to get the image across....Often at the sacrifice of the English language Grammer *_*

And for me, if I edit and edit and EDIT my stories....or whatever it may be, I can never see what is wrong. -__-

Ygramul wrote:

Warning on this next section: People roll their eyes way too much. I know it, but haven't gone through and changed it yet. Also some of the sentences are redundant.

I wouldn't worry about it. If you know what you are doing wrong, then there is no harm. That is why groups are Real cool, so they can catch the parts of the story that are hidden and wrong.

blewjewl can be just a little intimidating. She has the English Language under her belt. ^_^ At least that is what I have seen. BUT, to you, blewjewl, keep on raggin' I actually posted the Panda story, thinking it was really correct. -_- I need a tongue lashing every now and then about my horrible english Language and Grammer.
thanks
miike

Monisawa · 2005-09-07 18:15:24

blewjewl wrote:

The third sentence is repetitive, it will be smoother if you cut it a little.
And the next sentence " Smiling to itself, the Panda knew he was very happy." You don't need to say he was happy, we can tell cuz he is smiling.
( you showed so you don't need to tell and showing is better than telling anyway.)
Most of us don't label what we are feeling either, we are feeling it so we already know.

As I was editing it yesterday, those were the two sentences that I got caught on and had a feeling that there was something wrong. I read it over to see if there was any grammer problems, but their wasn't. It sounded nice, so I left it, and continued on....

blewjewl wrote:

And if it's a he, you don't need to call him an 'it.'

Uhhhhh....Your right. ^_^ My bad.

blewjewl wrote:

So a couple of awkward sentences, but it's good!

If you saw or tried to read the project that I am finishing tomarrow, you would go ballistic. The story is good, but as I said earlier on the last post, I often get too much into the whole visual story and images, often not caring or thinking about the English language.

blewjewl wrote:

The thing I like the best is that besides creating a scene or and image or a character, you've actually created an emotion. I can feel the lazy peace and that is so cool!! I could almost read this before bed to help me sleep. I would love to see you create all kinds of emotions and I can't wait to see what his dream will be.

I love emotions....if others can feel them, then I have done my job. I feel that emotions are like colors; they create the mood and set the characters correctly into their places.

blewjewl wrote:

I was gonna write some of my own stuff, but I feel like I talked too much, so I will write it next time.
Till then.

Ha ha, we'll be waiting. ^_^

The last thing I read of yours was that depressing and hopeless story that we were writing while in the group. The one about the girl in an old abanodoned church, as it rained...with images or her father coming back to her head...-_- I think it was a collaborative. You wrote the concept and I wrote the main part of the story....or something. Funny thing is, I can still feel the mood and the setting and exactly what the whole concept was about. Even after such a long time, it is as fresh as if I had just written it.

When reading old stories, once I remember the story, I can instantly pull up the visuals that I had used to create it. This is one of the reasons why I do not read books twice...except for The book of Mormon and the scriptures, of coarse ^_^ The visuals are already clear in my head. I suppose it would do me good, just like watching movies and to learn the whole English Grammer thing, but I am super hooked on creating....lagistics can be frightening.
thanks
mike

blewjewl · 2005-09-07 22:12:36

Whoa wait, you guys mean you are ok with me telling you about grammer? Tell me I read that right before I go on, cuz I'm not nearly as good as Mike thinks, but I can dish it out, and I will if you want it.
Ya, Mike I know you are a very visual person, but it's a strength.
OK, *sigh* I guess it's my turn now.
Two things, this first is an exerpt from a poem called "Nerajah." Nerajah is sorta a place in my mind, it is the name I have given to my inspiration, when my muse speaks to me, I say I have found my Nerajah. Off and On I work on this poem that describes the Jungle of Nerajah and the way the people live there. Oh ya, one more thing, the greatest thing about writing poetry; there are no grammer rules! yippee!

Still I taste the DeathBath

first pour the milkycandlelight into her water
Nerajah sunsets on her skin
with she at nothing stares
she leans

spilling

water

speaking blood

into the liquid light

snaking rivers slit the glow
slither shadows casting slow

over face

till she whispers away
her last breaths heat

the poisonfading air barely stirring

And this is from a story I'm working on. I wanted to include this so that Mike wouldn't think that every thing I write is dark or depressing like that old story. I don't remember it much, but I remember one where a girl found a body hanging in a cemetery...

Kado was looking at the brown powdery contents of the jar when he heard someone yell. His heart jumped in his throat, it could only be Sephira, but how did she know? Hastily he headed back the way he came, maybe he could find his way out of the lab and be gone before she found him there.
Suddenly he heard the door open and slam against the wall. Too late.
"Kado!"
Kado turned and ran in the other direction and immediantly felt like a coward. She was just a stupid girl - abruptly the image of her blazing sword flying against Hawk filled his mind and he ran faster.
" Kado, don't you dare run from me! " her voice rose to a screech and seemed to fill the winding rooms of the lab.
He stopped in a cluttered corner, unsure of what to do when he looked down and realized he was still holding the jar of "Remembering." He couldn't put it back now. He heard her coming closer, not snaking around the halls, but somehow coming straight for him, yelling threats at the top of her lungs. He looked around for a place to hide, or at least hide the jar. She must've only been a hall away when he saw a small black cauldron on a table. He shoved the jar into the cauldrom and watched in shock as it disappeared with a small popping noise.

Monisawa · 2005-09-08 16:01:08

That is real neat sapphire, referring to the poem. My mind is wired right now, so all those visual words and descriptions made some pretty sweet things go thorugh my head. I love the descripitory words. Despite some of the lines are only words, just their placement causes....uh the story to come out.....blah balh. I think poems are good outs to get a good and new visuals.

oops, I started to mummble

It seems that with your stories, you create good.....everything. -_- It creates good suspense. *_* oh-my goodness- what happens next!!!
thanks
mike

Monisawa · 2005-09-10 09:48:13

Did everybody suddenly disapear? I imagine that everyone is busy -_- sigh.... I will post another part of my story next week. I have been busy too.
thanks
mike

blewjewl · 2005-09-10 19:21:53

Hey Mike, I dinna disappear, I check this thing everyday. And I am very waiting for your Panda story. ;]

Monisawa · 2005-09-13 16:52:52

That is cool.
Just so you people know....(WHO MIGHT BE COMPUTER ILLITERATE) after several posts, the posts on this forumn will be directed to a second page. To get to the pages, they are located at the bottom and the top of the very first post and the very last post....where it says Pages: 1 2 etc.

or just click here:
http://jerbl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?id=544&action=new

thanks
mike

Monisawa · 2005-09-13 17:50:44

Welcome to the second part of my story. I am probably just a little rushed....-_- but I am clearly open for suggestions. ^_^ I love suggestions that make my stories MEATY I love meaty stories, that are fleshed out correctly, and flow like....a real story.

Here it is:

The Journey of the Panda

Part 2: Panda and the dream

Opening his eyes, panda was walking on top a grassy hill. Perhaps, he wondered, this was the hill in the distance that he had heard, before he had fallen asleep.
At the knoll of the hill, he was standing on his hind legs, overlooking the slopes and dips of many hills that were also around him. All free of trees, the wind coursed through the air and cut directly through the grassy slopes, and into the bear. Breaking the current, he stood up, and shook his head as shreds of grass and leaves, were kicked up into his face.
Brushing his fur to the side, and whipping the grass in a wild frenzy, the wind seemed to be quite adamant at tearing him from his spot.
Casting a familiar grey cover on the sky, quiet misty clouds whispered along, dropping an occasional rain drop on the panda?s nose.
Looking down, as the mist that surrounded the hill parted, panda noticed a garden that lay down below. Twisted aged trunks, holding puffs of leaves, formed together to create trees. Intertwined and clashing together in a maze, the trees seemed to reach and hold to one another, desperately; curling their fingers tightly onto others hair and arms.
Panda did not want to go that way.
Looking in another direction, his eyes fell upon a long dirt path, which led steeply into another direction.
Looking continuously around him, he saw another path, of which was made of stone.
With so many choices, where was he to go?
The garden holds beauty, but confusion. He would surely get stuck trying to fit through the trees.
The dirt path branched into several more paths, disappearing into the fog. Shaking his head, panda knew that he did not want to go on the dirt path .
The only choice left was the stone path. It also seemed the best; it was straight, sure and very solid. Across the tops of the many hills, in a straight course to his front, Panda knew that he would not get lost.
Grabbing a fox tail, which was growing amidst the grass, panda placed the long piece of grass into his mouth. Taking large strides, which to small animals, as his feet hit the ground, would sound like a deafening crunching of grass, panda walked towards the stone path.
Not sure of where he was going, he figured walking would be better than standing in one place.
Softly sprinkling down, panda stroked the rain from his fur. Such little bits of water did not bother him, but he did not want the rain to collect on his brow and fall into his eyes.
Turning his stout head in the direction of a soft chime in the wind, panda noticed, as he walked down the path, that there was a building up ahead. Chiming softly, filling the air with warm melodic rings, like the soft coo of a dove, the familiar sound of a hanging temple chime blowing in the wind, sounded quietly.
Seeing the familiar shape, Panda noted the paper, which was grasped by a string, which trailed up into the bell shaped ceramic bowl. Brushing the wind across the paper, the paper would move the string, and hit the small piece of ceramic on the string, into the main ceramic jar, making the comforting, but silent chimes. Turning his body in the direction of the chime, he hunkered up to the stone wall, which surrounded the building, and gazed longingly into the quiet and empty shrine.
Yawning, Panda was tired.
I am not sure how a panda can get tired in a dream, but the panda sure did.
As he slowly fell asleep, the sound of the bell faded in the distance, as he once more heard Mother Nature sigh, a breath of solemn tired relief.

Next time: -Part 3: Panda and washer woman.-

blewjewl · 2005-09-13 21:35:02

Hey Mike, there are several things I like about this. I like how the feeling or the tempo changed, ( that's fascinating to me) my favorite part of this bit is the part where you describe the garden. Neato Burrito images, I would love to have more images and a more clear description, but that probably wouldn't fit, as a matter of fact, I'm not sure that I understand why it's there in the first place. But it's cool.
I think I can tell that you were more rushed, the other is more...fine. Or something.
Just wondering, do you type it here as you write it or do you write it in a note book first? I usually write in a notebook first, and if nothing else that will force me to rewrite it later cuz everything hasta be typed up if it goes anywhere. And even though I usually know what will happen when I work on a story, a lot of things come to me as I write. Also fascinating.
OK, I am tired, but I will look at your Panda story more tomorrow and write it all apart. To death. To pieces. The word pie is in the word pieces.
( whoa, really tired...)
Remember that it's all suggestions, you are the master of your own works.
jus cuz
G' night!
Sapphire

Monisawa · 2005-09-14 18:48:42

blewjewl wrote:

I like how the feeling or the tempo changed, ( that's fascinating to me) my favorite part of this bit is the part where you describe the garden. Neato Burrito images, I would love to have more images and a more clear description, but that probably wouldn't fit, as a matter of fact, I'm not sure that I understand why it's there in the first place. But it's cool.
I think I can tell that you were more rushed, the other is more...fine. Or something.

My problem is that I am an artist....and I see things clearly, and I want to describe them clearly; as if someone could paint the picture or draw them. Also at the same time, my brain is episodic.....OBJECT THERE, CHARACTER HERE....uh....OH, A BRIDGE HERE!!! Ya get the point.

Another problem is that I am also trying to write to an audience that knows nothing about china and perhaps some of their idiologies....

It seems that I really have forgotten how to write. -_- I have not read books for a long time; I partially have no time, and I also fear that my writing style would suddenly change...change to that of the authors style. -_- I am a sucking parasite and I find myself doing that in EVERYTHING I do. An open window vortex that takes EVERYTHING that people do and then immatating it...or is that just every human being? I need to start building up structures again...and the whole THING that makes writing writing. Er, something like that.

blewjewl wrote:

Just wondering, do you type it here as you write it or do you write it in a note book first? I usually write in a notebook first, and if nothing else that will force me to rewrite it later cuz everything hasta be typed up if it goes anywhere. And even though I usually know what will happen when I work on a story, a lot of things come to me as I write. Also fascinating.

Perhaps this is part of my problem; for 75% of my writing life, I have used pens and college ruled, 70 page notebooks. My recent works, that I have written, have been 95% done on the computer. The only thing that was not computer was the notes and the structure building of the very essence of the story. -_-

When I wrote on paper, I must admit that I could see what I was writing, with more control, but I also think that it was not good for my wrist...considering the fact that I am right handed for both writing AND drawing. To me, that is a problem.

I know that when I typed up stories that I had written on paper first, many more things would come to my mind as I wrote. And perhaps having to write it once and having to rewrite it on a different medium, I had more control over my grammer and the structure of the story; not being so rushed. *_* sigh....
thanks for your comments, I will work on them ASAIC (As Soon As I Can)
mike

Seraphim Moonshadow · 2005-09-14 23:53:32

I like the movemtn, and the words you choose. Panda falling asleep in a dream...lol.

Monisawa · 2005-09-16 20:18:56

Thankyou! I thought it was funny when Panda fell asleep too!

blewjewl · 2005-09-16 21:29:52

OK Mike, I just wrote you a lot of stuff about your story but... I lost it I guess. I'm tired and not about to try it again, so I will tell you what I can remember later.
Sorry!
Sapphire

Monisawa · 2005-09-17 17:41:07

That really stinks.....did your broswer go CRAZY so that you lost it? Even so that is a real bummer. Nothing is more frustraing than spending time to write something and LOOSE IT. When I e-mailed you for the first time...about this group, as I was writing it, I lost the e-mail....and I was 98% done.

So I understand.
I can wait.
thanks
mike

BTW, where is Ygramul? I bet your busy with school and work...I think you have work. anyway.

and What happened to all of those people that you were going to get to join blewjewl? Not that I mind who is participating. I am just curious.

blewjewl · 2005-09-19 07:22:21

I will call all of them again and bug them. I'm pretty good at that when I want to be. As a matter of fact it's 7 in the morning, it would be a good time to bug someone now...

And I was thinking about trying to get with you sometime to tell you in person so that I don't have to write it again. it wasn't a computer fault, it was a faffer fault. I didn't know what I was doing and I lost it all by myself.
I'm multitalented like that. Or maybe antitalented.

Seraphim Moonshadow · 2005-09-19 11:40:09

Oh, it's pretty talented. At least you don't delete what you wrote all the time.

Monisawa · 2005-09-21 18:16:19

Monisawa wrote:

BTW, where is Ygramul? I bet your busy with school and work...I think you have work. anyway.

This is funny, I am quoteing myself...^_^
so anyway.

Just as a heads up, I got an e-mail from Ygramul....LIfe is VERY hectic right now. I imagine though, that she will be showing back up. With EVERYONE BUSY and posting about once a week, this is a rather slow moving group....but I will kick my pace up and work harder at correcting and making this more involving. So.....

I plan to edit and change the Panda story, according to you'alls comments. ^_^ Personally I really need to condense it, but I LOVE every part of it. Editing it is like cutting off an arm. Sigh....I shall see what I can do about everyones suggestions. Tomarrow is going to be a glorios day, because it is going to be JAM packed with a super new schedule that I am trying out. Breaking my day up one hour blocks and sorting out my priorities. It is so cool what can be accomplished if everthing is held in a keen balance.

thanks for let me talk at everyone.
I'll talk to everyone later.

P.S. If anyone has any particular method or technique to help others in writing....and such, they will just be as accepted. Though it seems that everyone here has no problem with generating ideas.....JUST POST SO I CAN COMMENT AND POST MYSELF.

WRITING: Definition from Dictionary.com
v. tr.

1.
1. To form (letters, words, or symbols) on a surface such as paper with an instrument such as a pen.
2. To spell: How do you write your name?
2. To form (letters or words) in cursive style.
3. To compose and set down, especially in literary or musical form: write a poem; write a prelude.
5. To fill in or cover with writing: write a check; wrote five pages in an hour.
6. To express in writing; set down: write one's thoughts.
7. To communicate by correspondence: wrote that she was planning to visit.
9. To indicate; mark: ?Utter dejection was written on every face? (Winston S. Churchill).

There is a whole lot of things this group could do and talk about. Just look what writings definitions bring up. All of these work. ^_^

thanks
mike

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