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Posted by on December 8, 2011 in Uncategorized

 

Excuses, Excuses…

So obviously I’ve fallen behind with the ‘write something creative and publish it every day thing’.

To be honest, I can’t even use the excuse that I’m so busy that I don’t have time. When I have been doing the creative writing, it’s been on Crysiline. I don’t know why, but that story just gets me. I just love writing it, even though it’s going nowhere. I mean obviously it is, but normally I rush through the beginning to get to the exciting bits. But with this story, I’m happy to take my time and really work through it, editing bits I hate etc.

One thing that worries me is that by posting it on here, I won’t be able to publish it eventually. Maybe I never will get it published. I don’t know. It’s whatever.

Only next year, that’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to work on a book, probably this one and eventually get it published. Hopefully.

But yes, this was a lame excuse of a post, and I should have been writing more often. The only reason I’m writing now is because I have work to do.

 
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Posted by on December 5, 2011 in About Me

 

Crysiline 1.2

On the soft quilted leaves beside me, Ama was still. Her breathing was soft, yellow shone through her eyelids and tendrils of dark hair curled around her. Shards of coloured light hit her skin through the distorted crystal windows. I sighed. This was the last time we would share a room together just as best friends with no politics involved. It was completely quiet in the Crystal houses; everybody was asleep – apart from me. Normally, people took turns to sleep – there was never enough light to distinguish between night and day so we worked throughout both. But tomorrow was an important day, and everyone would be needed.

Silently I rolled my leaf away from me feeling the sting of the cool air and checked that nobody had stirred before climbing down the ladder, out of the Crystal house and on to the mossy forest floor. The noise instantly engulfed me, chirps, squeals, rustling, roars, echoes, wails, creaking, buzzing. Careful not to step on the plants that slept on the ground, I made my way to the Biggest Lake – the one which marked the edge of Naidis. Across that lake were the rocks which nobody dared venture close to; we often heard the cracks and rumbles of them tumbling down.

 
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Posted by on December 3, 2011 in Crysiline