Monday, November 19, 2007

Strangeness

Its funny:

I'm sitting at work and checking my email, I can write pages in reply. Explicit, to the point, explanatory. I can resolve problems, attack or defend a position, and I can do so with eloquence. Just off the top of my head, without planning it out beforehand or even creating an outline. Remember in school writing class they would always tell you to do an 'outline'. Pfft. One of the habits that fortunately didn't stick.

I can go into my online gaming bubble and type and type and type until my fingers ache. Explaining. Musing. Theorizing.

I can even type random words into white text-entry boxes and have them come out something like a poem.

And yet?

I feel like everything is part of a whole. I type my nonsense into the "Roleplaying" thread and it just seems...incomplete.

There's still a novel inside me, clawing its way out.

I can feel it.

3 Comments:

Blogger chris said...

go write the novel.

we will wait

*waits*

November 22, 2007 8:39 AM  
Blogger LlamaEnvy said...

I did a search for Naria Satrick. I was looking for the author of a poem I discovered when I was a teenager using AOL for my primary internet experience... instead I find a gaming site... which is cool. I game :) Entropia Universe... it is an awesome game.
Anyway, if you are Naria Satrick that wrote the poem (I don't remember the title) with one of the lines

"I had a dream that I was God, with lanking jaws unfurled"


Can ya give me the whole poem again? I would really like to read it.

If not, then check out Entropia Universe... my character is named Dagny Lilac Lane :)

April 29, 2008 12:18 AM  
Blogger Shawn said...

Anzha, what are you doing these days?

June 23, 2008 7:57 PM  

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