I have decided to write a comedy, drawing some inspiration from successful American comedies. Upon explaining the general idea to a few people on Skype, and admitting that I lacked a title, I got one from Dovydas: How I Met Your Matoran. Based on that title, I have managed to get a plot. I'm just letting you know before I post it so that you'll know that it exists and possibly read it.
*is bored* *decides to check Aloft: Castle in the Sky for the first time in a few months* *finds out that two minutes before checking, posts were made saying how he should be summoned*
Last night, I wasn't able to sleep. At all. Seriously, I'm working on exactly 0 hours of sleep right now. The reason I couldn't sleep could be blamed on many things. It could be blamed on the breakup I had yesterday. It could be due to the fact that I just can't sleep anyway. But this time, it was different from all the others, because I actually watched my life go by. I lay in my bed as fourteen years of suffering returned to me, day by day. I watched every day of my life since I was one year old on repeat. Every mistake, every time I got punched or kicked by a bully, every sunset. Allow me to tell you that living my life was nearly enough to send me over sanity's event horizon, nevermind reliving it. At around ten minutes to eight in the morning I finally gave up, and just went downstairs. That was half an hour ago. I managed to realise one thing about my life: it hasn't been fun, or easy. Admittedly, yes, I got to see the good and the bad, but the latter showed up a heck of a lot more than the former.
Luckily, I now know that I just need to have a really day if I ever want to write my autobiography.
This is a question going out to the other writers on the forums:
Have any of you ever had your characters face a decision in the story, and know what choice they'll make, but felt reluctant to actually write the scene where they make the decision because you know that it will permanently change the character?
First come first served, suggest a character and if I don't want to keep 'em you can kill them. Some I'll want killed at particular times, others whenever. I'll make sure to be specific.
It feels like it was earlier today that I was making the 'Oh, it's Thursday' post. Also, I lost a week of my life somewhere. Seriously. It's been three weeks and I can only remember two. This whole thing probably has something to do with a bad combination of holidays, nothing to do, and 3-6 hours of sleep per night. Anyway, I'll probably be making another 'Oh, it's Thursday' post next week. So be ready.
That not everyone's brain works like a My Documents folder, allowing them to open, edit, delete or move files (memories/information) to the recycling bin (meaning that although they're not in plain view, they can still be accessed and/or restored). Which is, to be perfectly frank, rather disconcerting, because that's always been how my mind has worked.
I have very little faith in my phone's camera. I only have one good photo on it (which, coincidentally, wasn't actually taken by me). So, I'm asking all you people: What are your thoughts on your own phone's cameras?