Stories And Drawings

i had this little collaboration with an artist for a little sort of a magazine, where i provided the story, while she came out with the illustrations.

Follow up:

during our interaction, once i commented that i really admired and perhaps envied artists a bit. because they can draw very nice pictures, with many different kinds of expressions, ranging from happy to angry to disappointment to sadness. if you know how to draw, an artist could invoke the emotion of the audience. sadly to say, i am far far away from that.

in reply, she told me, that writers are in the same way amazing too. in that they can make a person cry with only words. in short, writers manipulate a reader's emotion with words. as a person who love to read, i usually let my emotions go with the flow of the story. but of course, i always know that i am reading a story, and fictions and real life has no link. all fans of fictions would probably know this, that to enjoy a story in its full measure you have to immerse yourself in it, and go along with the emotions.

sadly to say, i only have made my proof-reader go emo once, and not made any person cry. hahahaha. she was supposed to be my proof-reader for the whole length of my little 'novel', which was supposed to be updated every week. but due to my laziness (excuses such as exams and work are just nonsense, i admit that) the update has been slow. although now everything is back to normal. well, my proof-reader, i guessed she was only excited for a moment, and after reading the whole length of my story, and doing a little editing here and there, she lost interests and went off. lol.

anyway, talking to a friend today about the stories i posted made me suddednly realized, that i got a few hundred pages, well actually only about 250 pages(?) of texts (arial 12 font size in microsoft word with no spacing or whatsoever) which i had written (most of them are part of the novel which storyline extended far far away compared to what i posted) that i had not posted.

well perhaps i should not be lazy and start writing again. afterall, recently i have been addicted to reading again and spent whole days reading when i should be doing other things. i was supposed to practise my drawing skills, and to try to complete the novel which ending i had already conceptualized more than a year ago. haix.

for now, let me go back to reading. in preparation for the after-exams holidays, i stocked up stories which would at least last me 200 hours of continuous reading to at least see some hope in finishing them. i don't do speed-reading, since it only allows me to know what is going on in the story instead of enjoying the story, therefore spoiling the story. but i think my speed is much faster than most of my friends though. well in short, i really really stocked up on books and stories to read.

die. i spent my last holidays playing games. i think i will spend this holiday reading. addiction is win. and give in to temptations my money ~~ ~~ there goes my hard-earned money...

the moral of the story?

give in to temptations do everything in moderation