This is a test post, so don’t be alarmed.
I was going to leave it as a private post, but then I thought, “Hey, why not?” and decided to share it.
I took this picture, then I did stuff to it using Photo Editor on my Kindle Fire HD. And yes, the more blur I use, the better my photographs turn out.
Seriously, I mostly write for myself, but that doesn’t stop me from changing some things and gearing them toward other people.
Whenever I write a story, I always have an ending in mind. Sometimes it’s even the main part of what I imagined when I thought up the idea. I love HEAs, but sometimes I like some angst too. And it’s not happy or miserable unless you know how a situation came about; who cares about these guys until you get to know them, right?
But once you get to know them, your feeling toward them dictates how you want them to end up. A story should make you feel something for the characters no matter how their life turns out: Happy, sad, or dead.
I will admit that I have a certain fondness for the bad guys, from the simply mischievous to the darkest murderer. I love writing those guys — either from someone else’s perspective of them, or from the depths of their own twisted minds. (Though in the Panic Pure I’ve hung back from truly going into the head of the bad guy there, mostly because there’s a twist coming up and because that guy is just too crazy. I’d rather focus on Danny/Marshal and the whole hurt/comfort thing they’ve got going on.)
Anyways, my whole point is that I come from a fanfic background. I’m used to receiving reviews and getting into stupid conversations with people on LiveJournal. The only thing is that when you go semi-legit, it’s like starting all over again as the n00b and I totally hate it. So I thought I’d post a few free stories on my own site and let people come and discuss and whatever, but it doesn’t seem to be working out. Without my fanfic name wrapped around … Read the rest “Why Kimichee: I like to get feedback on things I’m writing”
Haunted by the ghost of you,
the things you said,
and made me do;
the darkness that called out to me,
pulled me in,
set me free.
I lie here in my bed at night,
dream of you,
our Maybe Life,
regret the choices that we made,
the love you took into the grave.