Thread: A Writer's Rambling and Break from Reality

Originally, I wasn't going to do one of these. I knew I'd neglect it and one day even come to possibly regret ever making it. For one, because people would find out I'm a freelance writer and be like 'but you don't post like one' or see things in here and just, not be able to even imagine how someone who loves to use commas, lots of ellipses, emoticons too much, and has run on sentences could be a writer. The problem with both of those things though is that... this is my place. I hereby stake my claim on this little slice of internet as mine. It is one of the things I get often but I feel like it is like looking a highly paid public speaker delivering a planned and thought out public speech... and then hearing them in a normal conversation. Very, very different. Luckily, I'm not writing to put food in my mouth. It's something I've been interested in since I was a kid. My husband makes enough to feed us and keep me comfortable, so I really don't want for much. Though when I write for pay, it is a job. And those who say 'you should be happy to be able to do what you love!' should go through this once. Then they'll want to punch people who say that in the mouth just as badly as I do. Editors not liking a certain arc or wanting things to be dumbed down for their idea of the 'average' person which is generally a third to fifth grade level so you have to change it, rejection, research that goes into an article or project, dealing with unknown pay until I get myself out there more. I've only really started within the past year so I haven't gotten that many things yet, and until then... I get paid by the wordpage, not the hour. So, I decided to start RPing again. Most of the better jobs out there come in the form of novellas, especially in the erotic area. As I mentioned in someone's thread somewhere. I was raised up in a pretty sexually repressed household. I live in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, Redneckville. If I'm face to face with someone, I get embarrassed and blush when I have to say penis or vagina. I'm not so bad that I call them ding dongs and hoohoos. I'll generally try to avoid the topic all together, but if I can't... I go to the former standbys. God forbid I'm forced to even repeat a slang or derogatory version of a sexual act. My own mother doesn't like to talk to me about sex and would like to think of me as a second Virgin Mary since I've had my daughter. Behind closed doors, I'm fine. Talk somewhat dirty to me, baby. I've got some kinks and possibly even gotten into positions that should be added to books maybe they're already in them... but I digress. So, I've been roleplaying for years... on pen and paper before computers became a standard thing to have in a house. My mom worked at college library and later as a creative writing professor, so as a kid going with her to work... I got unlimited access when everyone else only had thirty minutes 3 I was playing chicks in sailor suits when I was ten. Once comps and internet actually became more affordable, people who lived in their mother's basement watching porn and rolling dice, decided that they could combine the two. And a magical thing called Webchat Broadcasting System happened. First off, let me stop for a second to say... wow. Just typing that out brought back a nostalgia bomb. I wondered why I ever stopped writing there, and then remembered why. Damn Disney! Anyways, life eventually happened when I got around that age. Interests started changing, focus shifting from leisure activities to school. Got my first job as a cashier in a Golden Corral, because I was still too young to be a server. Weird how they'd trust me around massive amounts of cash, rather than massive amounts of delivering food. Apparently, from what I gathered, it was because of the hours and some of the duties being akin to child slavery. Hilariously, I'm dead serious about this. A 15 year old can only work for 5 hours on a Saturday, 2 on Sunday, and never on a school day or holiday. Since servers have a lot of prep time and clean up, those hours are eaten into. I wasn't allowed to work with sharp objects either, or be around heavy cleaning chemicals. After a couple of years, I landed the perfect job at a small call center answering phones for a living. We had peak hours, but in my downtime, since we didn't have restrictions... I played on the internet where the spark in RPing was rekindled. However, high fantasy realms had been dominated by children wanting to ride unicorns on Gaia. So I got introduced once again to Fandom RP. Toonami was still on so I got my fix in Dragonball Z... and oddly, Power Puff Girls. Then Gundam, new versions of the Sailormoon I once loved, and Tenchi. Those led me to check out subbed versions of anime which got me on to other things. Record of Lodoss War will always have a place in my heart. It gave me the fantasy style that I had grown up with, some even incorporating dice rolls and character sheets, and let me play in a loosely based world system. Once I graduated, life hit me again. The dreaded college... and still working, but the company I was with got larger and became national, so only third shift was anything close to peaceful. I stayed with one forum that I'd pretty much lived my life on. It became more than a place to RP, but more like a little home and extended family. Hell, the forum was on lockdown while it was being updated. No one could make posts, but I stayed on the AIM chat and RPed over e-mail. It was a Fandom site, yes, but done more like DnD with sheets, stats, and strategy. There were no OCs being that it was 500 years after the series took place so I had more creative freedom. It allowed for some more mature adult elements, but there is a lot that is still held back because it is, after all, a place for kids. It is also one of the main reasons I came to BMR. That and because, like I said, the real money is in writing for novellas that tend toward the sexy. I lurked for awhile on another account, didn't really post too much. Now I'm back and looking to actually get my hands dirty with some plots. Y'know... this whole thing started off with me initially wanting to rant about the snow that attacked my ceiling and put a crack in my roof. x See what happens when I made the comparison to the public speaker and a planned speech versus casual conversation? They go off topic and ramble, which is essentially what I did. Now it is time to actually do the RP thing and stop posting on General threads and talking to myself.