Writing 101

Walls Bleeding Colors

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In this Thursday, June 30, 2011 photo, a graffiti covered wall is shown in the Wynwood neighborhood of Miami. Once derided as vandalism, graffiti in the form of artistic murals has become an accepted art form in Miami’s Wynwood neighborhood. Now visitors can take a two-hour tour by Vespa of the area’s best graffiti. (AP Photo/Wilfredo Lee)

The madness of the walls that were once white and naked, are no more.
Vandals have taken their purity and scorched them with disorder.
Where is the comfort of the wall? My mind is not at ease anymore.
And must be stopped…arrest those hooligans of anarchy.

Oh wait…you want your boring, emotionless, absent of expression, devoid of any life; back?
Do you want your life to go back to the safe feeling. 
Lacking the knowledge of hooligans out there, making your feelings be bent into a million pieces. Should I also stop breathing in fear that your oxygen is being invaded? 

I’m sorry, is that art? That ghastly gangster hip hop bullcrap will never hang in the walls of where art truly belongs.
Why do people like this? The heavens would never allow gangbangers with no lives of their own, to grace the halls of true geniuses of expression. 
They don’t share our world, they don’t belong.
I won’t allow them to enter these sacred halls of artistry as long as life breathes in my lungs.

The heart of an artist has no bounds, not restrictions, and not rules to hold them apart.
A gallery cannot house you, because your art is not of their kind.
A man or woman walks the street and sees it as filth which is part of a life in shambles.
And the artists are not anarchistic misfits that want to bring a world, pain and suffering.
They are all and none, one in the same. They are here to show you a world.
Their world.
They won’t stop because you hold them down. Instead, allow them to give your dead city a personality.
And you will be rewarded with expressions you have never seen. 

The walls should be filled with colors and not emptiness. 
Allow these rebels to become part of the world. 
It’s filled too much with restrictions. 
Get halted in the process of normality. 
And look at the walls bleeding the colors of art.

Graffiti has gone insane as of the last few years. Bansky is just one of the many artists that are now making a living of something was considered a disturbance. A public annoyance that needed to be stopped to protect, God knows what. I am in full support of this art form, and if you guys have anything to share, let me know down below.

Take care, everyone.

 

Free Spirit, Beloved Universe

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Two hearts, each with their own beats
While together, they each make the quiet become obliterated.
But each are still individual. Independent.

How does one heart overtake one riding on it’s own lane?
It’s like driving with a passenger,
only they are on a separate journey. Together.
And yet…Why does one feel like it’s losing the other?

Independence and free spirit…but you are with me.
Beloved creature from the wilds.
You chose me? I am not your beloved nature, with
Four majestic seasons of outer magnificence.

So I asked her and she laughed.
And I replied, Am I not your cage?
And she, passionately, kissed me on the lips.
“Mother Nature is my home. You are my universe.”

“My beloved universe.”

Beloved was the theme of the Day 7 poem. I made it into the perspective of a couple where one half was a wild child of the world, and loves freedom and independence. The other, feels guilt because she is not the same when she is with him, or her. And she gives the “cage”, the reminder that the relationship is not a prison sentence, but an experience of truth, passion, love and acceptance.

I hope this is one that you all like and if you have any opinions about this, let me know down at the comments. Take care, my beloved readers. 🙂

 

The Truth Owned by Authority

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Disclaimer- This is an exercise to do my Day 6 Poem using the term, Fallacy. This is merely an opinion and not meant to attack any individuals in particular. Please keep this in mind.

The word has been passed down from generation to generation
and we are taught this from childhood until we grow and believe it.
And why is that? Adults teach child, child grows knowing the whispers and prayers chanted by human beings that can speak and think better than an immature mind starting life. How could those young souls know?

Their information is brought from a book, written by men, and claimed divine.
And this is what it true. But why?
Why must this be the way of things to be, with no evidence. No hope to known one hundred percent. Should we just take these things on faith. 
And guide our lives in a map of confusion. A road with no compass. 

This is similar to getting lost and counting on wood spirits to help you find the path. But why won’t this work? Adults told me this was true. 
These human beings with the word “doctor” in their names, how can they preach and be wrong? 
And lead me to a life of self hatred, of ignorance, of denial and of petty arrogance against others.

Claim salvation from mere belief, but they are the beliefs only passed from words of men claimed of authority. 
Knowledge of the absolute truth is only something learned from authorities older than I. 
But what happens when they are challenged? Proof of their claims?
They claim they are right, because they believe it to be true. So it must be.

No more of this nonsense. Lack of evidence is not evidence.
Belief in spirits and magic do not assist in the fabric of reality,
and men and women how hold authority do not sway me. 
You are an expert of your field? Then show what you can bring, and not echo the voices that came behind you, and say they say it’s so, so I say it’s so. 

NO! No more appealing to your authority!
No more lies! No more deception!
Let’s get going…and bring on the truth. 
Reality is wonderful…don’t let this go by.

I decided to go with the appeal to authority fallacy as inspiration to make this poem. It feels more like a rant, but like I said; this is not meant to attack individuals, but ideas. And if you feel offended about this, please understand this is only a fraction of what I think, and I am not going to stop being a good person if you hold a belief I do not share. We are all human, and we are all equal in each other’s eyes.

Please let me know what you guys think and if you have anything you want to share, please tell me. Take care guys.

I’m sorry I’ve not been updating recently but I will post later to share what I’ve been going through. See ya!

 

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The Torture is Almost Over

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“A man who dares to waste one hour of time has not discovered the value of life.” ― Charles Darwin, The Life & Letters of Charles Darwin

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The Time Traveler by Xetobyte. 

 

It was finally the big day; 13 years in the making.

I wake up the countdown begins, the day going forwards now.

A difficult, frustrating, and almost torturing journey is about to end.

However the day, doesn’t go fast. Seconds tick on and on and the moment doesn’t arrive.

I don’t remember many things, because most was just mundane everyday life stuff.

Waking up, eating with my family, talking with them on the phone, seeing my brother.

Morning is slow like turtles taking the time to win races against rabbits.

Second after second, I want the day to be over so I can say goodbye to bad memories.

The moment is near, as I travel to the stage where this show will begin soon.

As I’m on my way, my blue chariot is impacted by a smaller silver one.

And it too, heads right into another parked one, and it’s mayhem.

My impact was a graze, and physically I’m OK. The others are OK.

Even then, time slowed down even more; like it wanted to keep me from

finishing this punishing journey of mental turbulence.

Police leave. Everyone is OK. No one is hurts. I enter the arena once more to do one more battle.

It is not merely any arena, but it’s also a prison; where thoughts are limited and obedience rules.

All dressed in wine and gold, we marched one by one, at the sound of each released prisoner’s name.

And mine came up, second after second it winded down to this. To acquire my release papers.

After that, it was over. The timer ran to zero, and I was finally done with my journey.

My next adventure was on the horizon, and I feel better times are coming.

No more sadness, or disappointment, or rules that are in place for reasons unknown.

Time to start to become, what I am today…a functional, slightly normal adult. Slightly that is.

Countdown started thirteen years before that day. And it is now over.

Elementary, middle and high school. Levels of a prison, now out of my mind.

To never return.

Ever.

This was the first day of my life. Really. I think we can all relate to this day, right? If things were bad during that time, we want to just go on with it and be done. And that particular day was a little exciting to say the least.

So what do you guys think? Was your time during high school feel like this? Like the seconds ticked and things wouldn’t get better? And did you feel great when it was over? Do you miss it? Let me know.

Take care, guys.

 

My Guardian

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When do you ever feel afraid when you are asleep? 

Is it because the past will come back to haunt you? Is it because you are scared of the man that, abused you, tormented you, took your innocence? 

Is it because the night is when this tragic event took place? Where you felt alone, amid the horror of this act of barbarity? Where no one was awake to hear your screams? Where your attacker was able to make you feel worthless and no one strong enough was around to help an innocent smaller person like you?

You look outside and you see daylight. It is over. The horrid deed is done.
And you see your Mom downstairs, sitting next to your abuser and evil demon of your nightmares…
Your stepfather.

Years past and this man is no longer in your life. The nights will no longer be covered in his sweat and your tears.
You survived. He is gone. And your sleep can be calm. But why is it not? Fear is in your mind.

He is a dragon. A force that destroys everything in it’s path. Your family, gone. Your friends, gone.
And you are alone. With this beast. 

But don’t be afraid, child. Your suffering many years ago it was.
And your pain and sadness has mostly been over.
Remember that the night is not your enemy, nor an evil place.
Merely a reality of life, where Earth spins until the day is over.

Sleep away the hardness of the day. And relax easier.
The night is where you can dream of a better day.
A happier time before then. A happier time in the future.

The dragon is dead. Your family is here for you. And so am I. 

Your Dreams.

 

Disclaimer- I didn’t go through this experience. And I’ve known many that have gone through this horrible act of abuse either by people bigger than them, older than them, or stronger. I put myself in the perspective of dreams; trying to bring as much joy as this person’s imagination will allow. The mind is a fragile thing. And this is just my attempt to describe the “before” and “after”. I cannot speak as one, but I want those to know that dreams are a place where you can be anything you want, and have whoever you want as well. While it cannot change the reality of the events of life, they can bring escape to them.

Let me know what you guys think. I still don’t know if I feel my poetic juices, but I just picked an idea, and just spilled it. I hope that this doesn’t upset anyone. I am of the opinion that words, cannot hurt you. But merely provide an outlet for those who want to share an emotion, or an idea. Let me know if dreams do the same for you. Do they allow you to escape horrible realities? Or are they simply a place of peace from hard days? Please share. I want to know. Take care, guys!

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Lost In The Static

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The mirror I stare at shows the image of a man.
Or is it a boy, pretending to be an adult?
I see good qualities in this reflection.
But my true self, gets lost in the static.

The crowds do not see me...they see a blank
silhouette of a person. Like white noise in the 
background. I wonder if they truly see the man
in the mirror; or the after image from a
TV screen. An image lost in the static of life.

I wear my hoodies for comfort; to others I look
like trouble. The sounds of sires and men of 
law, respect and duty see me. What do they see?
A man of respect as them? Or the static man looking
to break the world of reality?

What do I do? Pretend I'm one of the technicolor drones?
Or use this skin as protection? Not being seen hurts;
but also keeps you safe. So what is my choice?
Do I break free from the chains of invisibility?

Or remain lost...in the static.

This started with a song title from the band, After The Burial. Their latest song was the inspiration for this little gem. To me, we all try to be something important in life, but sometimes we disappear among the crowds. And sadly, sometimes when you look a little different, you get the cops called on you. In my case, it was what lead me to never go into Best Buy again.

What do you guys think? Does any of this feel familiar? Does it resonate in any way? I would like to know. If you want to share anything personal, you can message me on the Contact Me section of the blog in the SideBar. Take care guys!

Magic Mary

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Day 1…..welp….here goes nothing.

I sit in my car, at the stop light.
Car engines rev, smoke comes out the backs.
I look up, and I see; a tiny winged creature
sitting on top of the red light, shinning back at me.

It notices me, seeing her. Red hair, wearing a tiny 
blue dress. On her back, wings; half her size. 
She is whispering something to me. Starts with the letter "G".

I drive off, and the winged creature flies off.
What was it? I was of good state of mine, was I?
Arriving to my safe space; my home. I enter.
But soon after arriving, my door starts tapping.

It was her, hovering at eye level, she says her name is Mary.
She says "Good Luck!"; and she flies away.
I never saw her again; but her words remain.
My life is about to change. I needed her sound.
Her wise words. For an uncertain future.

Well guys. Here it is! My motivation for this was my current state. My time at my current job is just only days until it’s over. And from there, it’s the uncertainty. But words of motivation, help, and people that love me and care about me have been assisting in whatever they can. They are doing all they can to make me feel at ease. I went to lunch today and while I was out, I said to myself to take out my notebook, and just work on that.

I was at a stop light, and then for something reason the idea of that creature came into my head. And that was it. I wrote it at the table while eating beef and chicken tacos. Vallartas might be one of my places for tranquility.

I have never done this before, and I will try to learn of other ways and many thanks to EVERYONE that has commented on my first post at the Writing 101 Commons. You have all been tremendous help. Day 2 poem is already written and as of now, Day 3 is in Draft. You will see these very soon. Take care guys!

This Is Not the End…It’s Only the Beginning

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This is for the last day of Writing 101. Day 20. Sorry I’m late guys.

Writing 101 has been an interesting development for me on this past month. I find out from the get-go that, I was going to be laid off, and for some reason, I’m not bummed about it. Maybe it’s because I’ve had a tremendous amount of support and great people I’ve met over the last few weeks; with their ideas, inspirations, and even collaborations. I’ve had people quote my words; never in my life has that ever happened. And I even got nominated for a Blog Award, and I think that is pretty sweet. This Writing and Blogging 101 has been great; but Writing 101 has been were I’ve learned how to be more creative with my “voice”.

It’s hard to say goodbye, but I’ve met so many along the way, and I have gotten followers, that have offered suggestions, advice, kind words, and I thank them as well for following this little piece of Internet that is my blog. But what I take most from this is that I am capable of having a voice, other than the one I can hear. It’s the one I am reading as I type this, right now; trying to express not just gratitude, but a revelation that I really have love this development of myself for the last few weeks, and I will continue. In this post, I want to first highlight the course, mention my favorite assignments, and fill you in on what I’m going to be doing for December. So I hope you have some popcorn, because this read, is a bit of a long one 😉

 

My Thoughts on Writing 101

If there was one recurring thought I kept repeating over and over again, back when I started the course and even during the midpoint of this entire exercise was; I’m not even a writer. I don’t consider myself a writer, or at least, I would compare my writing to writing in books, or writers that have a more diverse vocabulary with ways to make rhymes with words I’ve never heard before. I guess this stems from the fact that I never really was much of a reader. It wasn’t something that was encouraged of me to do much, while I was growing up; and it seems that the trend has gotten less in the same way. I’ve attempted to read several books and have succeeded in doing so; by finishing book series from teen books, to reading books on science from time to time, in a book store (hey it’s progress). I have an issue where I read, I like it, but I still dose off; so maybe my game needs to change. Maybe when I get myself settled next year, I’ll get myself a Kindle and start building it. Point is; not having this enriched vocabulary is a bit of a limitation, but after the feedback that I have been receiving from readers, and people in charge of the course has said otherwise. Turns out that over the next few days, I have tapped more into my creativity for putting things down here, than I have ever done in my life. I consider myself a creative person; but without an idea, I just have a bunch of stuff in my brain going nowhere.

If that doesn’t say anything about the course, as a whole, nothing else does. Cheri and the team provided with a bunch of help for those who were extremely new to blogging; and encouragement to those that didn’t see much in their skill. She actually came out and said, and this is just paraphrasing; “You say you are not a writer; and then the very next thing you do is write”. There is more to that, and I am very grateful for her support and her course exercises. Really makes you stretch your brain.

Favorite Assignments

  • Why I Write (Day 1) – Right of the bat, it was already awesome. I took the most from the first assignment these 2 things: timing myself and beginning my expression. From this point, I was mainly just trying to highlight was I was hoping to achieve during this course. I said I wasn’t a writer, and yet, I wanted to let people know what writing meant to me and I did it. The timing process works great, because timing teaches about restraint. Sometimes you don’t want to go into a blabblefest and lose people. So I’ve done what I can to make my posts, as best as possible; without losing myself in my head as well. Not bad for a first day.
  • Write A List (Day 2) – Don’t worry I’m not writing all of them Simplenote was introduced here to me, as a good alternative to Evernote. It’s been great for getting ideas and jogging down thoughts to make into a post. It’s a little disorganized but I still dig it. If I get Evernote Premium again, I might switch. But also, the list was fun to make; and it might become a feature later down the road. It was a good chance to share more things about me as well. In a fun way. Everyone like lists!
  • A story in a single image (Day 4) – This one is another favorite, because this opened conversations more with other bloggers. ClarissaG and I exchanged many comments about the image; and what I thought it represented. I shared not much as a story, but more like a moment in life where, it can seem like you are going through a forest of adversities and personal barriers. I really enjoyed this exercise, a lot. And yes, it seems like I am listing them all, but it’s just because they all challenged me differently.
  • The Quote and I’m A Misfit (Day 5) – It seems that this post has been the most positively received post I’ve done, so far. I quoted Rob Siltanen from a quote site suggested by the team. And this one called out to me more than the others; it was one of the shortest posts I’ve done so far as well, but I think the reception was well though to the subject matter. I wanted to show a way to tell how my status in society, although a rather low one, was still an important one. Because people out of the “ordinary” break what is “normal”. I’ve gotten into the belief that normal is not an actual thing; because what is normal to some is not normal to others. But people like me, around my friends and family wasn’t as “normal” as they were. This was sort of my cry out to the normal people; that find it as a hobby or some weird obsession, to bring down what isn’t normal to them. And normal is boring :P. My friend Ann and I always nod in agreement when we get the weird looks, and we just…pity that they aren’t freaks like us :P. This is not bragging, by the way; I don’t even really think I’m that awesome for real.
  • Social-Media Inspiration (Day 7) – Who would have thought that Twitter, Facebook or any of your favorite ways to let the world know what is on your mind, would be a medium for inspiration. The one that I gravitated towards the most was EJ Koh’s tweet; and I explained why as well. I also learned how to add tweets into the posts, and here is a tip…bookmarks; every single tip you find in the Writing 101 and other places, save it for later. This is proof that, I might have something in me for this writing. Or maybe I just wanted to say things all along and didn’t know how? Hmmm…
  • The Wasteland Letter (Day 8) – This was so fun! I wanted to reinvent the letter in a fun and creative way, and since all I’ve been getting is Fallout 4 in my system, I have been having a blast making up stories about things in the Wasteland and the Commonwealth. This was something I’ve never done before, and I think it inspired me to do other things like this in the future. Perhaps other features? 😉
  • Satan’s Brewhouse Visit (Day 11) – I don’t like coffee; and I don’t know if this is a curse or a miracle. But for this exercise, I just wanted to take advantage of the controversy that was “brewing” 😛 😛 :P; at the time at least. It seems so silly now that a major corporation is after a holiday, because it seems like this is a topic that is as old as sin itself. The Starbucks “Controversy” was a great opportunity to describe to a friend I was meeting, at the place, and I thought; “Why don’t I just name what I’m drinking in many ways that remind me of the events taking place?” I really had a blast writing this thing, and I liked the comments that were left for me as well. Always appreciate comments.
  • Dookie! (Day 15) – I feel a little bittersweet about this one, because even if this is one of my favorite posts and the responses from it have been great; this wasn’t my idea. I wanted people to leave me messages from the Contact Me to offer suggestions and no one did. I was asking every day, and I could have done more to show them the link; but I would say go to the SideBar! But it’s OK, lesson learned and this post ended up being one of my favorites to write; because these moments are real to me, and back when I was a kid I didn’t have many happy memories. Music was always something that made me feel good, and this album made me bear with hard times. It’s weird because I often hear people say music doesn’t really save people; maybe not literally save you from the edge of despair, but no one can deny that the music you listen to is important. Maybe I can get this in a post…To SimpleNote!
  • Anecdotes…☹ (Day 18) – How do you deal with a term you are not familiar with, and then you have to write something using them? I’m still not sure if what I did was right, but it still felt really good doing a short story like that. Gaming frustrations are a normal part of playing them, and I found that, they tend to follow you in whatever game you play. Since Fallout 4 was the game I was playing the most at this time, I wanted to share just a morsel of the moments that made me rage…and die.
  • ClarissaG/Fico Internet Tag Team Challenge (Day 19) – I have never collaborated to do anything with anyone on the Internet. And it’s really interesting that, things can be done and many words can be written; combining forces with total strangers. It’s fun and I might have been a bit too over excited and maybe might have bothered ClarissaG a bit (sorry about that); but I do like the end result of both. It was an interesting experiment and it worked. I wanted to get more of a perspective from someone that did a lot more writing than I did and show how it would make a difference with the existence of the Internet. And I feel the points were made, and this collaboration worked out. Thank you again, ClarissaG!

 

I end this post with my December plans. December is going to be an interesting month, since I’m basically on damage control for my job status. I would need to dedicate time into looking for interviews and also, I am traveling at the near end of the year, and that will basically limit me somewhat for posting. Don’t worry, because I will be coming up with ideas on posts what will go up during that time, and I will still be able to respond. Plans will include:

  1. More Gaming Music posts
  2. More game related content
  3. Still share my videos here
  4. Lists! Lists I tell you!
  5. Creative writing
  6. Personal posts for the weekend
  7. Much more…leave suggestions!!!!!

Well Writing 101 crew, this was an awesome experience, and this post is already at TWO THOUSAND WORDS! Also, happy to see the Word Count at the bottom once more; I drove Cheri insane with it, so I’m sorry. I used WP Admin and OpenOffice for it as well as GoogleDocs and Microsoft Word. I had a really great time, and I signed up for the next one as well, but I am not so confident I will be able to participate much. My future is in my hands and I need to get moving. So I will do my best to continue to post, as much as I can, this next coming month.

Keep posting, keep writing, and never hold back. No one is going to hurt you here; because this is a place of ideas, and a sanctuary for the misfits ;). Take care, everyone.

Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind. -Virginia Woolf…thanks GoodReads ;). 

Cyber Space- A World Of Writers

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When it comes to the Internet, the world is not functional without it. It’s too late now, kiddies! You can’t go back! Well you can go back if you want too, but sadly, the world is a different one now. Businesses have boomed to the point where, you cannot cut off a revenue stream, by cutting off the ability to do, eBusiness. In other words, you can function as a business just fine, or have a successful career doing something you like; but odds are that, without the Internet, your future would not be the same. Think about your favorite Website, maybe your favorite shopping site, and then, imagine if you cut out the Internet from it. No social-media site to communicate with them, or email to exchange information or ask for requests or a YouTube video channel to present anything. Heck, not even a blog to share with the world, a free blogging site like this one, to tell people about you or what you do.

What I’m trying to say is that it doesn’t matter if you grew up before the internet or during its conception, what matters is how you can use it now to make your life easier. -ClarissaG, An Offbeat Bluestocking

I know many of you that read this should be wondering this. But if not, I want you do imagine it…imagine not being able to blog, because it’s not here. The Internet…gone. Vanished without a trace, and not a single way out there, to share to the world what you want to say, except to maybe the people around you; that might not understand you or might be scared. You only want to share these thoughts with people, you think can relate to you, or perhaps to assist someone in need, with a situation similar to yours. Maybe you just want people to see your life in a written form, which can be accessed easily without fuss. I know many of you reading this would shiver to the thought of not having the Web. Not now; not anymore, not while the world has become so different thanks to it.

One of my first friends in WordPress was ClarissaG, a writer and host for An Offbeat Bluestocking. She is very talented in expression through words, and I can assure you that she would still be writing, but not having the ability to do it online, would be another experience. I will let her explain how; the Internet has developed her, into a writer.

The internet has been influential on my writing because it made it easier for my work to be seen by non-biased people who would give me their honest opinion on my work. -ClarissaG, An Offbeat Bluestocking

I personally have to thank the Internet for me having a medium of expression I didn’t know I did, decently. I know that, without it, I would still be reserved about what I wanted to say for a long time. People are not the easiest things to deal with, and talking personally about, yourself is very hard when they are looking at you. Afraid they might judge you, or the dreaded “what happened to you”. Now I wouldn’t call the Internet a “safe space” (and not this is not referring to the term you might have been hearing a lot lately). The Internet is a place for all to share what EVERYONE thinks. So how do I deal with the world when, it’s all in my social-media sites or on my YouTube, and I find things I don’t agree with? I can let them know how I think, but be respectful because a point can come across better when you are not insulting someone. I also just let those things go, because you can get caught up, making enemies or at least, annoying acquaintances that argue with you all the time. That leaves you with a bad taste in your mouth.

It’s affected my writing because, I know what I say will be seen by anyone that wants to express their opinions. If it’s a personal post, people will let you know what they feel; and at times, can counter with something of their own. When I type on the Net, I don’t do it always thinking of every single person. Doing that, will leave you with limited options, for fear of offending everyone you come in contact with. But I’m also mindful of other people’s beliefs and thoughts. I try not to generalize a bunch of people when, when I’m speaking of something that is part of a huge group, I don’t sound like I’m lumping people together. I’ve done this a few times, and since been corrected by individuals who thought, I was including in the conversation. I also try to avoid repeating what others are saying, since, many have expressed their opinions on it, and while you can add their opinions and expand on those, it’s wiser to also offer your thoughts.

I was encouraged to keep writing from the reviews I would get from fans of my stories thus gaining a rush of posting a new chapter that was just so fun and exciting for me. – ClarissaG, An Offbeat Bluestocking

It’s hard at first, to let people know how you feel, or find a place where you can feel safe in posting for maybe fear of mean comments or mean people. But the fears you face on the Net, are similar to the fears you can face IRL (in real life). In real life, not everyone is going to agree with you, or like what you write, or might even give you grief for thinking certain things. The trick is to let these things go, learn how to moderate in a way where you can weed out the obvious annoying people, and leave what you want people to see. I’m not saying censor the Heck out of your page, but offer an environment for people to want to be here. Unless you are in Reddit or 4Chan, where you can literally say whatever, and who cares.

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It has a Coat of Arms. Scary…

You should also research, where you want to go on the Internet. Google is your best friend, but Reddit can also be a source for good, at times. Ask your friends as well, and also find avenues of expression you want to share your thoughts in. And lastly, don’t be scared. Be careful, yes, and also be aware of what you share and conscious as well, but don’t be afraid. The Internet has given us a lot of great forms of expression, and we use them to our advantage. Use them. Write your butt off, and share to the world. This could also lead to acquire new ways to write, new words to use and new friends to talk to, etc…

How has writing been influential to you, thanks to the Internet? Let me or Clarissa know on each of our blogs so we can share with you back. After all, that it’s why it is here, right? The Net is here to stay

I would like to thank, once again, Clarissa for being an awesome sport. I didn’t post everything she wrote, so keep an eye out for her collaboration post with me, and check out what else she thinks about the subject. This was an interesting project since, we don’t know each other personally, and we teamed up to share both our thoughts, with the world. Would not have been possible without the encouragement of our WordPress hosts for Writing 101. Cheri…you are awesome! Never change.

Anecdotes Of A Frustrated Gamer

Posted on by Fico

Disclaimer- For day 18 of Writing 101, I tackle anecdotes. I just found out this afternoon what an anecdote is, so if this post sucks, and you don’t like it…I’m sorry. I’m not verse in these writing styles, but I’m learning them. We shall see if the help of the Writing 101 community came in handy.  Hope you like it!

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You will die. Many times, human. 

I step into the Wasteland and I got into this building, this warehouse depot and there is nothing on sight. I notice a Feral Ghoul on the 2nd floor, and then after this one notices me, like ten more Ghouls, including a Legendary Ghoul, shows up and swamp me. Dead.

I go into this like spot, it’s a shopping mall, and I know this place is going to be, filled with either Super Mutants or Raiders. It was Raiders. So me and my companion sniper, McCready, go in and just start killing each one. Some where armed with guns, other with molotovs, others with blunt objects. We get rid of them all; except I still hear one more. Lobs a grenade from the roof and kills me; and then it takes 7 more tries and they didn’t come close to this first one. Dead.

I step into this factory, overrun by Ghouls, so I take them out, me and Cogsworth (my Mr. Handy butler). And we fulfill our quest and we are stepping out. TWO legendary Mire Lurks get in front of the entrance and we can’t get out. Cogsworth is down. Mire Lurks are basically giant mutated crab monsters, and their weak point…for maximum damage; is nowhere! So they get stuck on the staircase, and I can kill them one at a time. Until the game crashes. Dead

I am trying to save my partner in crime, a fan of the Silver Shroud. I took the position of the Silver Shroud, a crime fighter he used to announce on the radio. And he brought it back through me. And I played him wearing his costume, killing Raiders and leaving my calling card. And then Sinjin, a massive Ghoul raider meets me with my friend, captured; in this hospital riddled with Raiders. So I take this last elevator and I need to save him. Sadly, he kills my friend. And I don’t want that! So I restarted from the last checkpoint…17 times. Dead x 17.

Day One. I am hyped. I preloaded the game into Steam and I’m ready. I’m a little scared since Day One releases are normally broken in today’s game industry. But I was sure that Bethesda, the makers of Fallout 4, were not going to do this. First boot, set to Ultra settings; runs beautifully. For 15 minutes. Dead.

Load it again, and after a few minutes…dead.

This goes on for an hour. Dead. FUCK THIS GAME!

When even the game dies on me…there is no hope for me. Help me! I’m dying! Of anger!

Well I hope this wasn’t too bad, and all this was true, by the way. Since then, game is back up and doesn’t crash; often. I’ve had 1-2 crashes since, but not like Day One. Why don’t you share with me your frustrating moments of death with whatever game you want. And if you don’t play video games, why don’t you tell me of an experience that keep repeating similar to dying a lot in games like, how I described. Take care!