Happy Holidays, or Merry Christmas to whoever might be reading this! It's Christmas eve where I am right now, but that's not what brought me here. Today marks the one year point since this blog was first made. I really don't know what led me to create a blog on Christmas eve, but I did! Well, here we are, one year after I started this poor thing. Things have changed immensely in my life, just as my writing has changed immensely since the beginning of the blog. Around this time last year, I would have probably been just exploring the art of story writing, as well as my own mind. I am still exploring my mind, of course, and my exploration of the art of story writing definitely has slowed recently. Something that has changed throughout the year, however, would be the dominant female figure in my life, who is reflected in stories. Over the past few months, it's been pretty consistent, but I remember the summer before the one just passed had a very different girl on my mind.
I called her Kim in most stories. Her real name is Katherine and I assure you that no harm has come to her. She is actually attending the college beside my own, and is doing quite well, as usual. She's a strong girl and even though our paths may not cross as often as they used to, she'll always be a good friend of mine. She lost her position the following winter, right around February.
This was the month of Marie-Lynn, you could say. Marie-Lynn was, in fact, a character based off no more than a character seen in a dream and an incredibly vague character at that. That was the month I met Brianna, who incidentally shared the flaming auburn hair and hazel eyes that Marie-Lynn has. This is when I began the Wanderer's Journal, which Brianna fell in love with. Things with Brianna were unstable and constantly mimicked a roller-coaster. This, of course, gave me plenty to write about in the Wanderer's Journal, but now that she seems so distant, I have nothing left to write. She lasted quite a while in this post of dominant female until the most recent one came along.
The most recent is a girl with many titles, as you may have read. She is the girl in the leather jacket, as well as the daughter of Aphrodite. She is the night-eyed goddess, and the night itself. Most importantly though, she is the girl who sets me on fire. Ironically, her name is rarely different when she is mentioned in a story. I like to claim that this is because her name means "Queen" and that just happens to fit the character perfectly. I wouldn't seriously say that she is a queen herself though. If she were a queen, she would have an air of authority and she doesn't. No, Malika gives off warmth instead. She's an incredibly friendly girl and I'm still getting to know her. Whether or not I am obsessed with her does not matter really; she'll always be human. Over the progression of writing about her and talking to her, I dare say that I've come to realize that she is very far from that initial idea of a queen like personality. She cares for all, and for this, I am grateful. Anyways, I feel that I've gone on enough about these girls, back to the stories.
My stories have changed dramatically, but they tend to adhere to the same rules. Nearly each and every one of them has death in it and, more often than not, there is at least one character who comes to a realization. If there isn't a realization, it seems, the character is seeing the result of another's sins. For example, in "Forbidden Fruit" Chris Jovel tries to protect Teia, who is innocent of any crimes, from the men who marched in. She dies and he blames himself, but ultimately, it is the corruption of hate that is to blame; their hate for him spread to her because she is with him.
It seems too often as well, I see the lessons and realizations that I have drift their way or inspire my writings. It is quite fine with me, but I hope that soon I will be able to write like I did before. Anyways, I feel as if I've written enough, well, that and my laptop is dying. It is time for me to rest my eyes. Take care and enjoy the holidays!
-Zero
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