How to beat procrastination (part 2)Most of the excuses for not drawing is lacking of ideas. On part 1 of this journal I explained why I find it useful to keep a notebook with you, and to write down your ideas whenever possible.More Like This
This second part is about developing the habit of drawing. Hope you find it useful!
Create the habit of drawing
First thing to know about creating new habits is that it works kinda like inertia law:
"An object at rest will remain at rest unless acted on by an unbalanced force. An object in motion continues in motion."
Which means that the more you postpone your drawings the more you'll feel like delaying them. This procrastination abyss can be endless. For instance, I didn't draw anything in 2013 until the end of August when I bought my fi
How to beat procrastination (part 1)As I said on a previous submission, I'm planning to make some tutorials on the upcoming December. Before that, however, I feel like I can help on another subject, which comes before even starting your drawing: Procrastination. I mean, procrastination towards your own drawings.More Like This
If you're not familiar with this word:
pro-cras-ti-na-tion |prəˌkrastəˈnāSHən, prō-|
"the action of delaying or postponing something."
Why am I talking about this?
Well, a year ago I used to be a professional procrastinator. I've imposed the 365 Days of Doodles challenge to myself for this particular reason.
While procrastination is to some degree a natural phenomenon and can’t be completely eradicated, you can use the following strategies to get in the habit of getting drawings done.
Mind that these are not golden rules or such, just strategies that work fo
Steel Armor and Tender Heart Ch.1 Tradition. Written in the ancient Codex of generations past, this is the word they used to befall all women to their fates. Bound by tradition; born to serve their fathers and brothers, their sons and their husbands. Your right as a woman was to provide; to be the best bearer of children you could be and please the men of the world with your grace and beauty.More Like This
The word was sickening to Novastrike just as much as the Codex was. The laws that spoke so eloquently of freedom and justice were aimed solely to the men. Oh, but the men would disagree; for the women were served, protected, and feed in return for their dedication. It was purely laughable; as if women were dogs. True bitches with less worth than the hounds who tracked down that were used to guard the household or help to track down the one food source everyone required.
One of the most loathsome of positions for a
It's My Life...I sure don't know how it happened or why.More Like This
None of this I ever saw coming to be.
I once was a free spirited soul
with lots of dreams inside of me.
I knew what I wanted out of life and
I had planned how to make them real.
If you'd only trust on God
all your wounds would soon to be healed.
But then my sweet lil' sis' came very ill
and not long after she died.
Eight months later I rang my friend
but was told she'd passed the previous night.
Like life hadn't gotten to be hard enough
in a sudden, it sure got a lot worse.
I lost all my will to go on my life,
all my dreams were crushed like some curse.
I hid the pain deep in my heart,
tried to go on and do my best.
I kept tellin' me the Good Lord would soon come
and give me a good long rest.
If my interest in life I lost,
I sure didn't lose my faith.
And I know if I had lost that too,
I sure wouldn't be here this day.
People can be a little harsh these days,
I'd learn that soon to be true.
They didn't care of my pains or sorrows,
nobody saw wh
SillySilly girls and Silly boysMore Like This
run amock and fling their toys,
Rush into things without a thought
of how they may become distraught.
Time fades like nothing mattered,
they don't realise their toys are battered,
but was this how they thought it'd be?
Love is not as easy as climbing a tree.
Bored of the toys and now bored of each other,
the blankets they slept in began to smother
the air and cloud their every thought,
a wink of sleep they had naught.
Enduring PainPain is a fearMore Like This
It is a terror
It is a menace
And it is evil
Pain tugs and pulls
Ripping one way or another
Puppeteering in a guise unforeseen
And drawing blood that runs thick
Blotting out distant ink.
Such a hopeless way
It is to spend one's time
Terror hanging overhead in infinity
Pulling countless strings to orchestrate
Fear of flight
Speaks about reality
That it is a liar untrue
Weaving a story, a fantasy, undue
Menace in pranks
It's certain to trick
Pulling the rug out from under
And shaking every belonging free
A backwards guarantee.
The purposeful evil
Seeks to destroy it all
Everything that is or will be true
Shattering every crack, bringing forth a mesh
The crippled flesh.
Living with pain
In hopes of passing
For history to begin
And life to now end.
The NoiseMore Like This
I once knew a man by the name of George Black. He was a big chiseled man with muscular, veiny arms and palms big enough to crush a skull. For all his appearance though, he was quiet and reserved man. He preferred to listen, rather than dictate a conversation and would rarely start one on his own. I tried to get him to chat with me before, but he never came around. When I did, however, my opinion of George changed forever.
"I'm not employed anymore" he began "I lost my job a few years back when...it started.
"I was working the day-shift on the site where we had started the foundations for a new store in town. I was the construction boss, you see, so it t was my job to look over everything and make sure it got done. Everything went well the first day" he said "until 'it' started the noise.
"When I got home after work that first day, I started to hear this god-awful ringing in my ears. It was small at first but quite noticeable. At first I thought it might be that my ear
PE: Rewriting a Transcript, as Prose!Community WeekMore Like This
So you want to write something, but you're having writer's block (or artist's block if you also draw part-time)?
If so, here's something that can ease it, and help improve your writing skills! I guarantee that you'll regain your strength and confidence in regards to writing your own novels, if you take some time to read this article and try out the tips I give you!
There is only one problem with rewriting a transcript from your favorite TV show: you don't own 100% of the prose writing. Rewriting transcripts is like fan fiction, because you are taking copyrighted dialogue from the show and turning it into prose with copyrighted characters and settings, just like when you are writing your own story with the same copyrighted characters, settings, or whatever the creator(s) of the show have created themselves. If you want to rewrite a transcript (or script itself) and still get 100% copyright infringement free-writing, I recommend creating your <strong>
PassingDistant and out to sea, the loneliest sound I’ve ever heard - the call of gulls – drifts on the gray of early morning. As if in a dream, I walk the dunes, between foam-kissed shorelines and misted hillocks covered with swaying sea grass grown tall, that leans away as the breath of incoming waves approaches, and fades back as they exhale.More Like This
Dark hair in my eyes, I look up the wandering coast and make out the figure of a young woman who is also walking, barefoot and solo, while the onshore breezes push the straw hair from her brow, her pale eyes peering with interest as we draw near, her mouth softening with acceptance. Then, passing each other, we both keep turning every few steps to watch the other walking further away. The sand starts to swallow my feet as I slowly make my way toward the shallows.
bending at tide pool’s edge
the crabs startle
as I see into her grave
Broly's Point of View in His Three FilmsKakarot… Kakarot… That name… That being… It always angered me greatly when anything of him is seen. I didn't know why for some time, but back then it seemed like destiny towards my wanting to destroy him. Father once said… we were born on the same day. His father… was a Low-Class Saiyan. I… am a Legendary Saiyan, a warrior with powers that exceed such of a God. I can easily become a Super Saiyan, as if I was meant to because of my strength.More Like This
I carry an even better means of power. I can feel it within me. But Father's device… has meant to keep it hidden. One day, my rage grew stronger as I saw Kakarot, and then I realized something… One day, I used Super Saiyan to attempt to kill the worthless being he is and should've been. But he was somehow able to hold me off… without transforming! It made me more bloodthirsty as my anger swelled upon seeing this. The next day, I couldn't stand it anymore…
At last, my hidden
The Reference Ch.1The ReferenceMore Like This
Chapter 1: Twenty-Seven Days?!
Sarah Williams lightly dipped her brush in the burnt umber then mixed it with a little portrait pink before gently drawing the tip of the brush down the canvas, drawing a thin curved line. She instinctively started to create the mental image in her head as she drew the interesting picture on the huge white surface. Shortly after, she sighed as she stopped and looked at the partly finished picture before her. He never came out as she wanted him to, despite how many times she tried. Countless times had she tried to at least create his silhouette, but it never came even close to how she truly wanted it. Deciding to make this a learning experience, she continued painting and went into the "This was just practice" state of mind. Several hours, brushes, and a few choice words later, Sarah looked at the finished result, she took a few steps back in a positive not