A year of discoveries. A year of advances. A year of indifference. A year of hollowness. 2017 was a long one.
As the year is about to end I present you one more picture of “Shinyuu being busy with work.” Writing is hard and sometimes I need extra motivation to progress. I decided to name a few things on the picture, things I’ve collected in the last few years. Maybe some of those will end up… continue reading → In the Moment
A wonderland is a place where we escape from reality. It’s a place where tulpas sometimes live, building it brick by brick with their imagination. Wonderlands are imagined worlds, as small as a couch, as big as a universe. We want to enjoy living, even though, at times, reality doesn’t bring us enough of that joy. At those times we escape the world and dive into our wonderlands, to the places, carefully crafted to our liking. We are not alone there. The worlds live, inhabited by ghosts of people, animals, talking furniture and whatnot. Our imagination brings them to life. For some people, wonderlands live even when they don’t focus on them specifically. Wonderlands are also a place where hosts and tulpas commonly interact, do things they’d enjoy doing in real life. Chat and have fun. Yet, sometimes, we want a company of another “real” person in that perfect mental world of ours. Someone we don’t know as intimately as we do our mental co-habitants. But the wonderland is secure, hidden in our mind. There’s no way to invite someone over unless you start to think of telepathy or astral projection, which most people don’t believe in. So, there’s no way to share those amazing experiences. Or is there?
Writing. It’s so simple, yet, sometimes, so hard. You struggle, trying to find words. Hit the keys on the keyboard. Delete. Type more. It’s so different when you write with ink. Fountain pens are beautiful instruments. Curve after curve, the ink flows, and so does your fantasy, your imagination. A word comes to a word,… continue reading → Ink Flows as the Mind Wills
The pen scribbles over paper The words born to be burned Scene is hidden in the vapour I keep writing; unconcerned They will say I’m bad with English They will say my porn is girly Need to work to be distinguished Can’t stay sulky. Can’t stay surly The pen scribbles over paper Scratches out the… continue reading → proofreading
The page is empty; mind is blank It’s time to write; but skill had sunk I what to whine—It needs no effort The work—it’s hard; I could do better There is no magic; you just start You sit and write; you create art The art is lovely; that I know Procrastination fighting tho I could… continue reading → hunting high and low
Writing. Sometimes it's easy. Often it's hard work. Occasionally it's unbearable. When your hobby is to write stories, you tend to think that it is something delightful. Words just flow, following the tune in your mind. Everything is great until you want to reach further. You want to see the result of your work not… continue reading → The Passion of Writing
It was a while since I wrote something long and entertaining in this blog. I've studied creative writing almost full time and was focused on polishing my English skills. Somehow I found something that sits extremely well with me. I always enjoyed writing poems on the spot, but writing stories ended up even more awesome.… continue reading → Word to Word. Line to Line