Saturday Spotlight for November 1st, 2014
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Tell us a bit about yourself and your writing.
I think I'll skip talking about myself and just get straight to my writing. Writing has always come naturally to me, ever since I was little I would write. Mostly prose, but the occasional poem. Writing is a way for me to not go crazy from everything that's going on in my life right now. It keeps me sane while everything else is just crazy. I guess writing is a lot like reading for me, a much needed escape from reality.
How do you feel about dA as a literature community?
dA's literature community is vast and mighty. It's an amazing place to be. I'm more on the fringes of the community, I'm not very social, but all the resources available are so numerous it's wonderful. There is always someone to help you, and everyone is so nice. It's like a great big family with quirks and oddities, and I think it's great.
Do you ever re-write your pieces, or do you let them come as they will? How long do you have to work on a piece before you can consider it "finished?"
I don't rewrite pieces, they just kind of flow. If I don't like something, I delete it and move on. That isn't to say I won't go back and correct mistakes though, but mostly once I'm done writing the idea done and it seems like there's an end I'm done. I think some of my most popular pieces have been written in about ten to twenty minutes, and then posted, with me sometimes going back and correcting mistakes I've noticed.
What themes do you like to incorporate in your writing?
Themes? I don't think there is a theme that carries over between pieces. This is something I'd have to ask someone else, but I don't see any themes that are in a ton of my pieces. I think if there was a theme it would be being fatherless, as my own father had for a long, long time not been a part of my life.
Do you believe that writer's block is a real thing?
Writers block is terrible. It's mostly a state of mind for me, I will have the urge to write and I'll bring up a document and not know what to write. There will be thoughts just out of reach in my head, behind a wall, and the only way to get the ideas flowing again is distracting myself, or finding a prompt that makes everything come to me. Most of the time I will go and play a video game, like Minecraft, in order to distract myself while my thoughts get themselves in order.
Give Me a Name"Excuse me, do I have a name? I think I should have a name, it seems only fitting that a living person should have a name." There were astonished stares at the human-like figure sitting on the table. There were scattered tools everywhere, everything from a screw driver to a soldering gun. Circuit boards and chipsets in static resistance bags were sitting neatly on shelves, and the sound of hard drives whirling could be heard over the amazed silence in the room.
"We've done it!" The room full of people jumped up and down, clapping their hands and laughing happily. "Six years of work and we've done it!"
"Excuse me, what have you done? What is my name? I need a name."
"You are not living, therefore you do not need a name, but you will have a designation. You will be Pal100."
"I am living! I can think for myself, I can move, I can do anything I want." The people in the room looked at the man who had been talking and quickly made themselves busy. No one wanted to explain these things,
"Give Me a Name"
Stealth TestSlowly she moved through the empty buildings, listening for anything that told her where he was. Kevin was stalking her and she was stalking him, or at least that was how it would go until one of them snuck up on the other and landed a killing strike.
Aurora had been in school six years now, learning how to survive if she ever decided to leave the city, or if she was forced to. She’d quickly moved up to the head of her class. She was formidable in hand to hand combat, pistols she was only out classes by the teachers, rifles she could shoot until the end of time and never miss her target, no matter what she was shooting, moving or otherwise, and when it came to stealth she had the advantage of being thin and lean, a trait that she got from her mother. There was no one who stood against her at least no one her age, which was why her stealth test wasn’t with another student; it was with the master of stealth, Kevin.
In order to pass the exam she needed to sneak up on him befor
Cyan SadnessWaves pelted the shore, one right after another, washing away some of the sand and leaving behind seashells and sometimes starfish. The clear blue water was only blue when it washed over the land, out in the deep sea, where the waves began, the ocean was a multitude of colors. The deep water was a royal purple which gradually turned to a cyan blue before the setting sun colored the curls of the water to bright pinks and oranges.
Beneath one of the curling waves that were a surfer's dream were two people. One with an umbrella the other sheltered under it with the umbrella holder's arm around their shoulder. They walked slowly across the water's surface, neither one looked to be a in a hurry.
"Why can't she come with us, mom?"
"It isn't her time yet. We will see Deloris again when it's her time, until then we will be waiting, won't we?"
I opened my eyes and pain flooded my senses, but that wasn't what I felt most deeply. It was the loss that I felt, that I was alone, so very
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