For NaNoWriMo this year, I’m rebooting my Vigilance setting, which was the first story I got my 50K word award in 2008. I’m not sure if I’ll reach the goal this year, but I have a pretty cool idea where to take it, and have a couple outlines done. I put this together from a sketch a week back, as an event that might happen in-universe! I think I need to actually do some proper art 12 years later on the setting, especially now that I at least use a tablet.

 

And while I was drawing this, did have this on loop for a few times. It certainly helped with the mood, and probably had an effect on the final product.

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Had an early start today, and had the urge to put this out later on. Admittedly this was partially because of a Reddit post I had seen a few days ago, but I honestly have been in a sort of post-season funk with some of my projects. And considering I haven’t done a fully-illustrated piece since my birthday, it was time to change that.

 

I drew a lot of inspiration from this song, which I had looped on repeat for a few hours. I was in a full debate to make this a Halo-esque warzone or the rain, but I think the latter fit in with the tone I was going for.

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This was something I was working on since June, but had let it sit for several months. Partially pandemic inspired, too.

 

More or less my Janus Fairytale characters getting put in a lower island layer on their world, finding lots of strange fungal and plant growth. Old, eerie ruins loom in the back, hinting of a greater presence in the past. Small spore wisps sprout out of the grass, glowing with a soft orange light.

 

I listened to this for a bit while working on this, so I think it helped carry the tone I was aiming for.

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Seven years ago, I was asked a question by someone regarding me dating. It was the winter of 2013, right after I got out of school to find my way in the world.

If you found the perfect someone that you wanted, met all your checkmarks and needs, whatever you imagined; but they wanted to live in a quiet little rural spot. They just wanted to be left alone from the world, they absolutely loved the area. Would you turn them down?

At the time, I told them that would work out for me off the cuff. I tried to be a little open-minded with the question.

Seven years later, I’m staring into a shower wall at 3AM. That conversation came back to my head. With that much years and experiences gone by since. Without hesitation, without question, I knew the answer without conflict.

No.

I don’t think I really need to explain the answer, considering I have shared about myself the past few years. But that would never work out for me. Maybe twenty years later when I’ve had enough of civilization, I’d change my mind. But when I don’t even have in my 30s what most people have in their early 20s, marrying someone to hide in rural nowhere won’t get that for me.

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This is a dream entry from after I came out of school in 2013. While nothing noteworthy sets it up above others, I do remember the last scene vividly; I do believe something more was at play here. So here goes.

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Original Dream Date: July 7, 2013

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Dream started out with me in my bedroom. Some German person (probably a guy but pretty sure it was a girl, not sure) commissioned me to make 8 portraits of young women. They would’ve been from the waist up, early 20s; as if they were sitting and staring at the viewer, hands in their lap.

Continue reading Dream Journal: July 7, 2013

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This is my first ever writing prompt I responded to on Reddit. I had seen the sub a few days before; while mindlessly browsing writing subreddits to get involved in, this had come up. The idea that while humans were the most pacifistic species, they could also be the deadliest.

This post in particular had gained a lot of traction in the sub, and it seemed like a great fit for me to try. So applied myself I did.

Apparently I did real good on this one over the others, and got several comments on this. Pleased was an understatement. Not bad for my first try.

Done in approximately March 13, 2016.

Note: My writing for Reddit writing prompts is different for brevity. While this is a good example of my writing, I often omit backstory and several details to create a concise post. Please look at my other works if you’re looking for my more regular style of writing.

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“Father.”

“Yes, brood?”

“Why do we not attack the humans? Are they not reprehensible?”

The multi-legged creature looked at its miniature copy of itself clinging to the mushroom tree.

Continue reading Reddit WritingPrompts – Putabapa Learns about Humanity

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Well, this is the first entry in my dream journal series, I do hope you guys find it interesting; enjoy.

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Original Dream Date: October 11, 2018

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It’s current day of 2018, possibly the evening. My dad comes into my bedroom, unaware that I’ve seen him. He’s younger looking, as if he’s twenty years younger or such (so probably about his later 30s/early 40s.) He has big black garbage bags with him, and starts to throw all my stuff in the garbage bags and walk out. I don’t do anything, and come to the realization that I was not present in the room when this happened.

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This was a fun little prompt I saw pop up during a dive into r/WritingPrompts one night. Short, but interesting. I might expand on it one day.

Done in August 18, 2020.

Note: My writing for Reddit writing prompts is different for brevity. While this is a good example of my writing, I often omit backstory and several details to create a concise post. Please look at my other works if you’re looking for my more regular style of writing.

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The earthquake thankfully didn’t damage my house, though I did break a flatscreen and knocked over some more fragile gaming things. Thankfully mom and my girlfriend helped clean up. She was used to these sorts of things back in Asia, but had gone out of town for a college orientation.

But it was worse at the regional airport. They had shut the place down. And the main 11000’ runway had been wrecked; apparently the ground split the runway apart, and the chasm was at least forty feet across and went down over a hundred feet. Not a safe place to take off or land.

So why was I hearing planes still landing after 10PM?

It was 2AM, everyone was mostly asleep. I myself was in my bed. But there it was, that dull roar of a heavy going in for final. Deciding to fight my laziness, I sat up in bed and looked out the window.

For the most part, I could sometimes see if an aircraft was headed by. In the pitch suburban black not much was visible, but I did make out the marker lights of an aircraft.

Well, that was interesting. The lights were more forward up the fuselage. And the nose beacon was a lot lower than the wing marker lights; it seemed to have a good bit of weight to it. It wasn’t a nimble regional, It also wasn’t those 737 puddle jumpers.

Something did click in my head. Only two classes of aircraft had those kind of wings, and one was too small for it.

This was military.

Why the hell was the military flying in air transports to the airport? It could be relief for sure, but nobody was at the airport since it was shut down. There was no proper place for them to land in the first place. On top of that, it wasn’t like the entire city was in a disaster area; local services could certainly handle a wrecked airport.

I watched the plane until it was obscured by another house, flopping back into bed. What was going on?

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A personal piece I did this evening, was sort of in a mood after hearing some people carry on about. One thing I will not understand about people from East Tennessee, is their inherent dislike of flying. Not just “I’m scared of flying”, but “I DON’T like flying.”

 

This piece specifically came about when one person I knew declared they would rather drive 15-17 hours someplace, and not fly a few hours to cover the distance. They were getting into a relationship with a friend of mine, and said friend sees not flying anywhere as an inconvenience. They complain how they want to go cross country, but can’t fly because their partner “doesn’t want to fly”, and eventually don’t go anywhere because it’s too far to drive.

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This past year, I’ve had a sharp increase of more vivid dreams. I think the pandemic and my mind getting to wander is the cause of this; however, it’s led me to record my dreams a lot more often.I’ve not done so on a regular basis for a number of years now, but I’ve recorded ones that left me emotional.

I’ve started to try recording my dreams regularly once again. Upon reviewing my stats before diving into this wholesale again, I realized I’ve recorded almost 300 dreams over the period of 7 years. I have felt that I had become a recluse, as I had thought by now that I would’ve known someone in a relationship to share some of these things with. To know that much time has passed with nobody to share my inner thoughts with has been jarring.

So I’ll be putting some of those into the public space, to those that might listen. I certainly won’t share every single dream, but I’ll share a number of them; specifically the ones that have left a notable mark on me.

I’ve already composed a few from DreamKeeper, the app I use to record my experiences since the beginning of this endeavor. I don’t have a definite start date, but you can probably expect the first post to land sometime this month in September. As these are technically already written out, I’ll try to make a backlog and let them auto-post so you have something consistent.

I look forward to sharing what I’ve jotted down over the years, and I hope that all of you find it interesting.

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