Write.

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It doesn’t matter how tired you are.  You still have to do it.  It’s more than just a hobby, it’s more than relaxation; it’s a discipline.  It’s an art.  And art requires practice and dedication.  You can’t just do it “when you’re in the mood”.  Because what if your mood doesn’t change for a few days?  A week?  A month?

Write.

You don’t need to write because you want to.  You need to write because you have to.  Life isn’t about doing whatever we want.  It’s about what we should do.  The key is to learn to love what we should do: to Want the Should.

Challenge yourself today and every day.  Write.  Not because you always want to, but because you realize–in order to reach your goals as a writer–you have to.  The dedication will help you in more ways than just your writing.  Trust me.

Cheers to writing!

What do you think?

Officially Signed up For NaNoWriMo!

Title says it all!  Nation Novel Writing Month is officially underway, and, for the first time ever, I’m going to try for it!

The idea of writing a novel in a month is pretty crazy, in my opinion.  Writing 50,000 words of anything is a lot.  In order to reach the goal, NaNoWriMo.org says that you need to write 1,667 words each day to finish on time.  Maybe for some people, that’s a breeze…but not for me!  My problem tends to be that I’m not very consistent.  For example, some days I’m able to write way more than 1,667 words, but then on other days, I can barely write a single sentence.  Thus far, NaNoWriMo has helped me to get into a groove, and has challenged me to be more consistent.

So I guess I’m enjoying the challenge so far!

However, this means that I won’t be blogging as much, because I’ve got to get back to writing.  Wish me luck!  If anyone else is embarking on this journey with me, feel free to shoot me a comment!

Stay awesome!

Dom

 

 

TGL Arc 1 Opening/Prologue

(In case you missed it, here’s the prologue for Volume 1!  I will be releasing episodes shortly.  If you’re interested in getting a head start on the normal “showtimes”, click here!)

“He” has always existed.

Or at least that’s what the stories say.  I’ve never found “him” in all my childhood years.  I’m not so sure if I believe in “him” anymore.

In a small house near the edge of a wood, looking out into a grassy plain, lives a humble family; me, my sister, and my brother, both of which are younger than me.  I love them; I just don’t know them.  We have never been close, not because we don’t get along, but because we are often separated.  For years, ever since our parents disappeared, I have spent my time scouring the woods every day, searching for food, gathering firewood, doing everything I can to keep them alive.  I don’t know them, and they don’t know me, but I care for them.

Sometimes, I feel like they don’t know that they’re dying, that without the meager care I give them, things would grow worse.  It’s hard to imagine worse.  With only me to provide for them, I don’t know how else they would survive.

But “he” has always existed.  My parents used to tell me of “him”.  They said “he” was a great warrior—a wielder of strange, mystical powers.  His sword flashed quicker than lightning, they told me, and his strength was mightier than a giant’s, and his endurance could not be matched.  And they said that, in difficult times, “he” would keep me going.  “He” would help me fight through my trials.  “He” aided all.  “He” was a lender of inner, mystical strength.

That’s what my parents said.  That was before they disappeared.  I wish I knew more about who “he” was.  But I don’t.  As the days go by, I want to travel the large, beautiful forests and the wide, windy plains, and look for “him”.  I could use “his” help.  But I can’t—I can’t go in search of “him”.  My brother and sister wouldn’t be able to survive on their own.

My parents always said that there was Evil in these lands.  It came from afar, not from the Golden Lands, but elsewhere.  They said that it would find us; all of us.  We had to be careful, they would say—there was evil in all of us.

Maybe that’s why I’ve never seen “him”.   Maybe I can’t see “him” because of the Evil.  Or maybe not seeing “him” is the Evil.

But then it came.  Like my parents said, Evil would find us.  It only seeks to grow, they said.  The evil inside of us, it beckons to more evil.  If we do not defeat the evil inside us, then we might as well let Evil walk right through our door.  If we do not cast out darkness, then it will only grow inside of us.  And once it does that, it will consume those around us.

The day I forgot this advice will be the day I will never forget.

TGL Arc 1 Opening/Prologue

“He” has always existed.

Or at least that’s what the stories say.  I’ve never found “him” in all my childhood years.  I’m not so sure if I believe in “him” anymore.

In a small house near the edge of a wood, looking out into a grassy plain, lives a humble family; me, my sister, and my brother, both of which are younger than me.  I love them; I just don’t know them.  We have never been close, not because we don’t get along, but because we are often separated.  For years, ever since our parents disappeared, I have spent my time scouring the woods every day, searching for food, gathering firewood, doing everything I can to keep them alive.  I don’t know them, and they don’t know me, but I care for them.

Sometimes, I feel like they don’t know that they’re dying, that without the meager care I give them, things would grow worse.  It’s hard to imagine worse.  With only me to provide for them, I don’t know how else they would survive.

But “he” has always existed.  My parents used to tell me of “him”.  They said “he” was a great warrior—a wielder of strange, mystical powers.  His sword flashed quicker than lightning, they told me, and his strength was mightier than a giant’s, and his endurance could not be matched.  And they said that, in difficult times, “he” would keep me going.  “He” would help me fight through my trials.  “He” aided all.  “He” was a lender of inner, mystical strength.

That’s what my parents said.  That was before they disappeared.  I wish I knew more about who “he” was.  But I don’t.  As the days go by, I want to travel the large, beautiful forests and the wide, windy plains, and look for “him”.  I could use “his” help.  But I can’t—I can’t go in search of “him”.  My brother and sister wouldn’t be able to survive on their own.

My parents always said that there was Evil in these lands.  It came from afar, not from the Golden Lands, but elsewhere.  They said that it would find us; all of us.  We had to be careful, they would say—there was evil in all of us.

Maybe that’s why I’ve never seen “him”.   Maybe I can’t see “him” because of the Evil.  Or maybe not seeing “him” is the Evil.

But then it came.  Like my parents said, Evil would find us.  It only seeks to grow, they said.  The evil inside of us, it beckons to more evil.  If we do not defeat the evil inside us, then we might as well let Evil walk right through our door.  If we do not cast out darkness, then it will only grow inside of us.  And once it does that, it will consume those around us.

The day I forgot this advice will be the day I will never forget.

Why We Love Anime #5

Showing you how awesome anime is…with outrageously silly pictures!

I think he’s angry…