Surprise, Surprise…

So, on my { about } page, I mentioned sharing some of my art. Here are some photos of my drawings, because my scanner is being glitchy ūüėõ

These are all of Pinkamena/Pinkie Pie {if you don’t know who that is, google it x3}

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Also, from my window, I saw a wasp {or a bee} building {or something} a hive.. ūüėģ

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A Rant.. { ignore if ya’ want }

I kinda feel lost, if you know what I mean.

And no, this is not some depressing post about how my entire life is a walk of shame, an infinite pity party. { and no, I don’t believe it is, either. it’s just a little sarcasm }

It’s about the fact that I know¬†absolutely¬†nothing about this whole “blogging” thing. All I know is that I’m on WordPress or something, and everything past that is me pretending that I am some expert on the subject.

What is my blog even about, anyway? Writing? Blogging? Complaining? { quite frankly, that last one seems about right, because I’ve been doing a lot of that lately }

Just thinking out loud here, this blog, I think, is going to be about me and my writing experience. And nothing more than that.

So, now that my rant is over..

{ happy monday }

 

{ ^ _ ^ }

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I HAS NO IDEAS. :’C

Ok, ok, don’t think of as some kind of¬†hypocrite¬†or something.. BUUUT… I honestly can’t think of anything to write!

Wait. Scratch that. I do..

It’s just that I have no way to execute said ideas. I have so many fabulous little seedlings of a story, sprouting in the nooks and crannies of my twisted brain, yet I don’t have any sunlight or water to allow the flower bloom.

If that makes any sense. { just pretend it does XD }

I have this awesome idea for a Pinkamena¬†fanfiction, but I don’t know how to make it into a well thought out story. Do I want it to be a big, chapter-filled book with character¬†development¬†and stuff? Or do I want to make it a story written in just verse/poetry? Or does this idea call for something entirely different?

And you wanna know what? This happens to me EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. I have some sort of idea – Even if I have just an idea of an idea – Or an idea of having an idea of an idea – I shut myself down, and that little piece of inspiration, that little cloud of dust, the teeny-tiny bit of hope and rebirth of my artistic soul is..

LOST FOR ALL ETERNITY, INPRISONED IN THE SANDS OF TIME, NEVER TO BE SEEN AGAIN. *creeepy ghost sounds*

oki’llshutupnoww

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