Creativity not strong in this one...
I know that no one is reading this blog. I don't blame anyone really. If I wanted a popular blog I sure would have put some effort into this.
My biggest problem lies in the fact that I can never come up with something good to wright on. Oh sure, every now and then I get hit with a brilliant idea (brilliant in comparison to everything else), but when I go to put it in a form outside of my head it just doesn't translate well.
I've come to realize the problem may be and incompatabilty with my brain and reality, or at least with the methods of story telling we use. It's like I'm attempting to run a bash script in dos (hooray for Linux joke).
One of the biggest blocks I face is being able to create imagery. Don't get me wrong, I'm very imaginative in my own way, but it's still like my brain's OS, format, or whatever you'd call it just does not port well.
I think I might give this another shot.
Now, I still want to keep this is an FFXI type blog. My only problem is coming up with material or a point to start.
To over use a cliche: Why not the begging...
----------------------------------------
To be an adventurer: The name it self inspires people to shoot for greatness. For fame, glory, and gil and adventurer will put his or her life on the line. The honor of an adventurer is unwavering... Unfortunately, our adventurer doesn't seem to have studied the manual.
"You want me to do what?" Dyamalos yelled, people from the Auction House looking over to the Fire circle in Bastok Markets.
"Kill bees," An adventurer with a bit of experience teaches those who would choose this life, "Everyone starts out the same. Just be glad your not in San d'Oria or Windhurst."
"Whys that?" Dyamalos replied, seeming smug as all adventures do when they start out.
"Because you'd be fighting rabbits or crawlers. At least the bees outside pose a little threat." The adventure volunteered to be a mentor but was obviously getting annoyed.
"Oh come on, at least the crawlers are somewhat dangerous. Sure manly to Taru that look too much like a snack, but still, I don't know how a bee is going to-" Dyamalos is cut off by the adventurer.
"Look kid, everyone starts somewhere, the beastmen would have you for lunch. You've got your starting equipment they give to young ones like yourself for Altana knows why."
"Oh yeah, and 100 gil from the coupon lady." Dyamalos wined.
"If you want gil you could get the beehive chips form the bees and sell them on the auction house for a bit of-" Before the adventurer could finish Dyamalos was running off toward the gate.
"Hmm, maybe I should have mentioned only the stronger bees on the mountains drop the chips... Meh, he'll find out sooner or later..." The adventurer walked off whistling.
--------------------------
That's where I think I'll start... This part might not be too good, but it does set me in a direction to go... hopefully...
My biggest problem lies in the fact that I can never come up with something good to wright on. Oh sure, every now and then I get hit with a brilliant idea (brilliant in comparison to everything else), but when I go to put it in a form outside of my head it just doesn't translate well.
I've come to realize the problem may be and incompatabilty with my brain and reality, or at least with the methods of story telling we use. It's like I'm attempting to run a bash script in dos (hooray for Linux joke).
One of the biggest blocks I face is being able to create imagery. Don't get me wrong, I'm very imaginative in my own way, but it's still like my brain's OS, format, or whatever you'd call it just does not port well.
I think I might give this another shot.
Now, I still want to keep this is an FFXI type blog. My only problem is coming up with material or a point to start.
To over use a cliche: Why not the begging...
----------------------------------------
To be an adventurer: The name it self inspires people to shoot for greatness. For fame, glory, and gil and adventurer will put his or her life on the line. The honor of an adventurer is unwavering... Unfortunately, our adventurer doesn't seem to have studied the manual.
"You want me to do what?" Dyamalos yelled, people from the Auction House looking over to the Fire circle in Bastok Markets.
"Kill bees," An adventurer with a bit of experience teaches those who would choose this life, "Everyone starts out the same. Just be glad your not in San d'Oria or Windhurst."
"Whys that?" Dyamalos replied, seeming smug as all adventures do when they start out.
"Because you'd be fighting rabbits or crawlers. At least the bees outside pose a little threat." The adventure volunteered to be a mentor but was obviously getting annoyed.
"Oh come on, at least the crawlers are somewhat dangerous. Sure manly to Taru that look too much like a snack, but still, I don't know how a bee is going to-" Dyamalos is cut off by the adventurer.
"Look kid, everyone starts somewhere, the beastmen would have you for lunch. You've got your starting equipment they give to young ones like yourself for Altana knows why."
"Oh yeah, and 100 gil from the coupon lady." Dyamalos wined.
"If you want gil you could get the beehive chips form the bees and sell them on the auction house for a bit of-" Before the adventurer could finish Dyamalos was running off toward the gate.
"Hmm, maybe I should have mentioned only the stronger bees on the mountains drop the chips... Meh, he'll find out sooner or later..." The adventurer walked off whistling.
--------------------------
That's where I think I'll start... This part might not be too good, but it does set me in a direction to go... hopefully...
posted by Dyamalos at 4:44 AM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home