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Upon figuring a way, regardless of how dirty of a method it is, to start putting music on my computer again, I decided to revisit music reviewing. Not that I did much of any in the past, but I do have a passion and instinct for most forms of musical expression. If you are so inclined, read my review at Atama Ga Warui: Warui Review: Motteke! Sailor Fuku Re-mix 001. However, if you are not into anime and did not watch Lucky☆Star, then you probably won’t want to bother.
Currently Listening To: Mami Kawada – Shakugan No Shana OP 1 – “Hishoku No Sora”
In response to my entry before last, I have begun to slowly massage my creative writing ability back to life by executing a simple writing exercise that I started two days ago. What this entails is writing a sentence every day that will continue where the last sentence left off. So far, I have written three sentences, including the one I wrote today.
#1: A goddess with flaming red hair appeared before my eyes. And…
#2: She said, “You have been chosen by me…”
#3: She then offered me a sword, twinkling a brilliant luster, to take by the hilt.
Tomorrow: I could see her crimson blood flowing down the blade’s underside.
I do not think much about these sentences or the characters involved, but as you can see, I am already preempting future events. The first sentence was inspired by my darling Chelsey, and how I perceive her daily. I just went from there. I will say that after the first two sentences, I was already able to form a fairly unique and compelling plot in my mind. I have gone a day without writing it down. So, I really should not rely on my brain too much and get it down today.
This exercise has also nudged me to complete my manga collection of Angel Sanctuary again. Much of my ideas stem from that complex story and the vivid artwork of Kaori Yuki. There are around 20 volumes to the series. I am only up to five. I must complete the story that has shaped much of my soul in order to fill in the blanks of myself. One step at a time…
I miss high school – when I could go to lunch or sit in class and write stupid little impulsive poems and create characters for roleplaying. That really was the zenith of my creative writing. What happened? Simply put, I was forced to grow up. Makes me angry just thinking about how long I have been struggling like this.












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