Remember when you were little...?

[velvetina_belle]

Just a little bit of rememberance from when I was a child that I stumbled over today.

Ah I've had a lovely day today. Just been pretty relaxed...well maybe the morning was slightly chaotic. *Laugh* I had a 'Cellblock Tango' rehersal this morning and we've finally got it fully choreographed, though it ended up I had to take charge and do quite a bit of it myself but at least its done, just in time for friday. However *groan* I ache all over, seriously I didn't know I could knot myself into some of those positions, as for litereally bending over backwards *Rolls eyes* How is it the short ones doing the tricky stunts instead of the leggy limber ones huh? *Laugh* Oh well despite the ache I still had fun and feel good.

Anyway when I got home I relaxed then, which was cool. It started off with me starting to do some writing and that kept me with my nose to the keyboard for a couple of hours until I got into an arguement with my muses about what was going to happen. *Shakes head* Yes I do tend to verbalize when I argue like that as well, my folks have got used to the random yelling and swearing coming from my room and know its best not to disturb me.

Anyway we eventually agreed to move onto a different piece of fiction...one of my original works which I will hopefully get to spend some quality time on now that I've finished school. They kept me happily occupied for a while longer -occasionally getting disturbed by an email- until finally I looked up and around my room and just had to wince.

Now to me my room isn't a mess at the moment. Its more sort of disorganised chaos *wince* well I know where everything is. My revision notes are spread on my floor in their various sections of my room, allowing me to see the whole picture rather than just having them bunched up on my table. I have postit notes stuck all over my walls with key notes from various studies. However, I do have to admit that to the casual observer my room would look like a hurricane had hit it. So to stop my mother going into one of her cleaning fits -Like I mentioned she did before- I reluctantly attempted to arrange my organised 'mess' into an organised 'neatness'. Unfortunatly I didn't really get all that far into my 'tidying'...I was moving files out of a massive box I have so that I could place my papers in it when I stumbled across works I'd written as a child. A massive folder full and on the front of each piece my fathers written how long each story is, how old I was when I wrote it and what the title was.

I was amazed. I found my first every story that was written at the tender age of five (well jointly with my father, he typed and put in grammer I told him what I wanted apparently) and it was thirty A4 pages long, about what seems like a very Wonderland typed of adventure. I had to smile reading it over.

Next I found a whole series of stories that I wrote when I was nine.(This time all by myself!) A trilogy folks! *dances...giggle* I had a surprisingly good time reading them, and have a sudden urge to update them. Each was 33 pages long...I don't know if for a nine year old thats a lot or not but it seems so to me.

I also found a fic that I'd started when I was ten...I'd gotten to about 50 pages until I remember having to give it up because of so much school work. I hate to sound like I'm blowin' my own horn or something but I'm surpised at the sophistication I used at that age. Whether I was simply emulating books I was reading (I've read far beyond my age range all my life.) or whether I just have a flair *Snort-yeah right* I don't really know. I'm just sorry that the computer they were originally on is gone now so I can't correct them on the computer, I've got to start over. But I think I'm going to enjoy the task.

However all this has got me thinking and wanting to ask just a few questions:

1. When did you first start to write...even is it was just some random drabble thing, it counts!

2. What topic have you always seemed to be drawn to. Pure fanfiction or original works? Horror/Comedy....whatever!

3. Am I the only one who pretty much has to listen to music when writing. I find it almost impossible to write with silence surrounding me.

4....ah ok not that many questions *blush* But anything else you wanna mention. Just go ahead. *Smile*

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Ew goody, questions!

[theidolhands.livejournal.com]

1. um...*shy* eleven, but I NEVER considered it writing, just 'transcribing' and describing what I could see in my mind's eye.

2. The universe. The unknown. Spirituality. Science. The Future. The girth of humanity and it's fate.

3. It took me a decade to figure out that I could 'trigger' a muse with music, but I do not always require one. When I'm in the zone I may not even notice if my television switched to an infomercial. But I do like to write to music.

4. I have a real love/hate relationship with writing. It's thrilling, it can be cathartic, but it can also take a lot out of you, be addictive, and cause you to think, "Why the hell do I do this? Does this suck?" quite a bit. I've sworn more than once that I'm never doing this again! It's too nerve-wracking! Especially if you tend to be insecure from time to time.

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[theidolhands.livejournal.com]

I really tried to imagine you cursing in your room like that. How funny! My muses are far different. That was interesting to read.

You started to write much younger than me. I took to drawing. Like you, I've kept everything that I ever created. The file has grown to a small plastic file tub that lives near my comic boxes. When it was smaller, it fit in an accordian file that I could carry with me. I called it, "my lung" for symbolic reasons and to be cryptic I suppose. I NEVER told people about the things I put in the files. To this day nearly no one knows that I do/did it. I was inexplicably secretive about it all, afraid what others would think, afraid that it wasn't perfect yet. I wanted it to be perfect, for my 'voices' to approve before I released it and even then it would mostly be to get it out of myself, but...I wanted to know that it didn't suck even if it wasn't very good. I have more confidence about that now. I suppose lots of people have something bottled up inside them, people with far more talent and study than me. Still, even if I give up on it for long periods of time, nothing made me as happy as working on those internal flourishes and discoveries.

I always like rediscovering things of my youth. I think it's where a lot of magic lies. My current few months on LJ has been a lot of doing that since I switched into less demanding work. It's made me sad for how often I've shoved aside my imagination for 'real life', how much I've had to fight it and I worry about what my existence will be like in the future. In some ways, I'm proud to have made it this far, I used to be nearly autistic I believe. However, somehow, through tenacity, I forced myself bit by bit to get better at focusing, but I feel that my creative streak will never allow my intellectual streak to really flurish. Like, do math & filing forms all day without creating things with my hands.

Your room sounds a lot like mine at this point. I do try to keep it from getting too Mort Riley though. Every once in a while I force myself to use some energy to clean. Whatever can you do to keep your mother from sorting your precious things?!

I always like the feeling of sore muscles. heh, heh, heh. What exactly did they make you do? I don't know Cellblock Tango.

Oh, and I want to get to your photos! I didn't forget only waiting for a moment when I probably need a smile.

[initial-aitch.livejournal.com]

1. I kept (very private) journals off and on for many years, especially as a teen, but always avoided fiction like the plague. I didn't know where to begin, so I blocked myself before I'd even started. Jointly, a friend and I wrote what I now know as "crackfic" starring ourselves as mad scientists (but that's hardly fiction!). When I got into reading fan fiction a couple years ago, I wrote a couple HPs but didn't post them. CatCF started me as a writer at 31.

2. Introspection. I guess that comes from all the journalling. Only now it's about getting into the character's head. I love writing crack and humor, but because it's so easy I take it less seriously as "writing". On the opposite end, writing darker is very rewarding because I learn things about myself. But I'm drawn to dark characters, so it fits. I have no plans to write something original, but that would be great.

3. I require silence.

4. Other stuff. I'm so glad you've posted CatCF fics! The second chapter is very strong, very intriguing. Charlie as "lacking" -- oh yes. Anyone would have trouble measuring up to Mr. Wonka's high standards. He needs another Him, and there's no such person. If you want a beta, I'm willing. I'm quick, a flawless speller, and am fluent in English and American.