“So, did you sign up?” he asked me with a cocky grin.
“Yes. I wanted to thank you again for giving me the honor and privilege to train with you,” I bowed to him to show my respect. “I assure you that our weeks of training will not go to waste.”
Never one for formalities, I heard his chuckle and felt his firm hand on my shoulder. “Don’t worry about it bud, just do your best in the arena and watch for the openings I showed you.”
Standing up straight, the overwhelming sense of kinship for my sparring partner made it easy for me to smile back at him. “I promise to give it my all. Especially if we end up in a fight together.”
He removed his light grip on my shoulder and leaned his head back with a hearty laugh. “That’s the first time I ever heard you sound competitive, Isamu,” he proclaimed, his laughter dying down. “I won’t hold back either. Now get in there and show your first opponent who’s boss!” He gave me his patented thumbs up and humorous American grin.
I nodded and basked in his positive energy before entering the arena for my first ranked match in the Trials of Steel Fighting Circuit.
Thirty days before the tournament.
Hi, it’s Susan again, and I feel like I’m either really lucky or going insane. As we both know, I like to shoot people to relieve stress. By shooting people, I mean shooting in Cry of Vigilance. Even writing it down sounds weird to me since I really detest violence in real life. But hey, it floats my boat. Anyway, since going to college, I know I have been slacking off way too much with classes. I can’t help it. My CoV team got into the tournament bracket and they depend on me. I mean at first, I was excited about it (as you might remember from my previous entry), but now it’s causing way too many problems. My stress relief is my stress and it’s annoying as hell! My roommate Becka isn’t helping with her constant nagging about me skipping classes. Sorry, I ramble when I get excited. On to the insane part.
So now that I shared why I write with you and hopefully gave you some insight into my own mindset when I started this crazy journey, let’s talk about inspiration. Now as practiced, I will be talking about my own work and time on the topic, in hopes to give you a better idea of what I put into my writing or at least give you some inspiration of your own.
Let’s take an earlier idea I had and look at how inspiration was good and bad for it. When I was a teenager, I started doing online roleplaying in Yahoo Chat under the name Daren Whern. He ended up being a fun character for my thirteen year old self because the inspiration for him was me with less problems and thrown into a fantasy setting. Most of the time it seems that when someone does that exact thing, the character turns into a “Mary Sue” and I will admit that, over the course of time I role-played as Daren… oh yeah, he became a Gary Stu.
Save The Date
The fierce wind howled between the tall buildings of Central Philadelphia’s lit streets. Mother Nature had trouble deciding between snow and rain the past few days, so various dark puddles and grey snow stacks lined the roads and sidewalks. The temperature had dropped to around thirty degrees after sundown and yet Terrance still feared he was sweating excessively.
He stood and waited for his blind date in front of a restaurant a few blocks away from South Street. The only information he had about her from his old roommate was her name, Caprice. He pulled his fingerless gloved hands out of his jacket pocket and brought out his smart phone. Its main function in his life remained the ever-daunting task of trying to manage his guild in Universe of ConflictCraft. For once, it had another purpose. He opened a browser and looked up her name on one of the million and one baby name sites.
“Impulsive and whimsical. Yeah, she better be drop dead gorgeous too…” He shivered when the wind blew across his face.
As I’ve done research on the craft, I have come across numerous articles about the technical end of it, but rarely have I found something pertaining to the writer’s mentality. The only exception I’ve found is when talking about why you want to write. Because why someone picks up a craft is one of the most important things about actually doing said craft.
To give an example, let me explain why I choose to write. I made a promise to myself to put a story out in the world. Didn’t have to be good, didn’t have to be popular, just to have it out there and have someone enjoy it. Sounds pretty basic, a little dreamy, but it’s what pushed me through a lot of my creative endeavors. I would elaborate and go deep into my own backstory, but I realize that it really covers only “I drew, I role played” rinse and repeat. Therefore, I will spare you the details and just get to the actual reason.
"Dr. Nathaniel Gloken?" a young voice asked, disturbing him and his studies. He stood up to peer at the short figure on the other side of his desk. The buckball style hat he saw read “Shuster’s Delivery Service” and sat on top of a toothy grin.
"Nathan will do, how may I assist you?" He raised an eyebrow and tried his best to put on a pleasant smile for the young satyr who had addressed him.
"Package for ya, sir," the boy stated, lifting a very thick, plastic-sealed envelope over his head. It looked as if it contained at least two dictionaries. Nathan paused, thinking about how the satyr was able to lift it up with such ease.
"Oh, must be George’s annual budget for the university. You can set it down right there." Nathan tried to hide his distaste at the prospect of seeing how little his department’s funds would be next year. He motioned to the far side of his desk in front of him with a grimace.
Nathan looked back down at his work and sighed, resting his elbow on the desk and the connecting palm against his forehead. Hearing a tiny cough, he peered next to him to find that not only had the satyr placed the package where he suggested, but he had also come around to Nathan’s side of the desk. His hands were behind his back and he looked up at the ceiling while whistling, as if waiting for something.