Well I'm 15, making me a freshman in high school. My main hobby and what you'll find me doing most often these days is video games, typically Rust and Counter Strike, but I also play piano, bass guitar, and sax, so I like to mess around on those instruments every now and then to keep up those skills. Obviously, I also write, but recently I just haven't been keeping on that. I'd say my favorite movie is probably Arlington Road because of the constant twists and surprise ending. Opinion on breast feeding? Suck them tiddies.
I found the site when I was 12, I'm pretty sure. I don't remember how I found it, but I created an account and set right away to writing. I asked for advice in the forums not too long after starting, probably because I'd gotten to a spot and I didn't know how to continue. Anyway, you and a few others showed up, giving sound advice like you do. I remember you telling me something like "It's not a good idea to attempt a fantasy epic right away. Start with something smaller" since I tried doing that. I, being the extremely mature person that I was and still am, immediately left the site. I'm still not entirely sure why, but I did. Then, after 2 years (I think?) I came back and lurked for a bit before starting a new fantasy epic pretty much exactly like you told me not to. The second time I came here, I stuck around because of you guys, really. I posted something about my game on the forums, and I got a bunch of feedback which really helped me to keep going. I'll get back on that story, I swear.
Thanks, Mizal. I'm pretty sure it was that I just went along with what others said for a while because I, like you said, have no backbone. And no, I'm sure enough of myself in real life and I'm still uncertain of why I did that and why I did the thing in your next question. I would like the good people of CYS to know that I am actually a guy. Again, I'm not sure why I didn't just say that when people referred to me as female, but I guess it's just because I have no backbone.
I love a well-crafted thriller, but I am certainly not good at writing those. To write, I prefer fantasy usually. There's a lot of freedom within that genere. It's all make-believe, so you can make anything you want, well, anything you want. You can redefine anything how you see fit, since nothing there is real in the first place.
I'm currently working on a continuous story in the Creative Corner. I still need to update that, which I will do soon, I promise.
I can't really say I have one. I mean, even Thara's been nice to me sometimes on Discord, and no one's really gotten under my skin.
@Reader82, @TheChef, and @Shadowdrake have been the biggest help to me. They've offered me plenty of feedback, allowing me to improve my past and future writing, and they've helped to keep me on track, though unfortunately I've been a bit off track lately.
Basically, I get an idea, write down a very rough idea of what I want to happen, plan out a few important scenes, then just write from there. It's good for getting a lot done on days that I feel motivated to write, but it's not good for writing when I don't feel all that motivated. I don't recommend this planning style.
I haven't been doing much reading recently, but more people definitely need to read Venetian's Tears by Poison_Mara and Edithe Zilonis by MHD.
Well, I don't know much about CYS history or the current admins, so I can't really answer this one, sorry.
Probably close to 700 hours? I don't know. No, right now I'm just at the dining room table answering your questions on my phone.
I did not know that, thank you.
Decaying rails, choked with rust, with hiss and snores. The sky was black and gaseous; there was no shelter for any. All the stones were broken, as if by a storm; and the moon had become red, with a fiery hue. The city's air was dark and drowsy; the people had all except themselves. I went before them. I tried to find a place where the night sky should be. It seemed in the wrong place; the sky was too dark; the streets were dark and empty; the place was empty as a lake of fire. The morning star was still, but the sky bright, with a cold yellow hue. The night was empty as day, with all; except their clothes and children.
I did not capitalize the m in my response.
I KNEW IT
Forgot what I was gonna respond with
Excellent work here, Mizal! Looking forward to reading the next monthly newsletter :)
What a fun read! Very nice! :~)