I was in 8th grade when my friends introduced me to dA. They showed me their fan-fictions and pictures, which heightened me wanting to be a part of this website. Of course I couldn't go at first because of my age (I was 12 when I finally decided), so I had to wait an agonizing 8 days to sign up. I didn't know what was what at first, and just began 'submitting' my work on the journal (I was incredibly mortified when my friend Mandy told me how to submit).
Being a novice writer at the time, my writing looked something off a script. There was terrible writing and out of place lines that made me constantly think "Why did I write
that?!" "Why did I submit
that?!". Sometimes I felt like giving up and shutting down my profile because I was a failure. I wouldn't go past the first chapter of any of the series I was thinking of because they were nowhere near good enough; they weren't perfect! Yes, some of them evolved, but their styles were forced and they didn't seem the way I wanted them to be. Just thinking about this makes me realize that there's a lot to go through to achieve something you want.
With some help from my friends, I pushed through my nemesis known as Writer's Block and began creating what I thought at the time (and still think) as my better work. Though I do not have Gifted Wings on here (my first big project), I still have:
Style Savvy Part 1 In her room, the phone began to ring. It didn't wake her up until 30 seconds, of which Daisy was a bit pissed off at. She looked at the phone and noticed that the caller ID said 'Strata'.
"Crap!" She said. Daisy quickly picked up the phone. "Hello?"
"Hello, is this Daisy Nelio? This is Grace Parkington. I just called you to tell you that you start work in half an hour." She explained.
"Okay, I'll be right there." Daisy said before hanging up.
She immediately got of the bed and tried to find something to wear. Daisy moved from a small town in Virginia to the high class NYC, so she wanted to look as professional as possible. She bought a few Époque pieces, but just a pair of jeans and a tank top. She was lucky that it was May and 80 degrees. She put the outfit on and put her long blue hair in a ponytail. Daisy got into her blue Prius and drove to Strata. Daisy went
Diary of Elizabeth HendersonMarch 10, 1809?
It was an average day at my house and I was eavesdropping on my father. He said that the presidential votes were over and they would be announced tomorrow. It was Madison vs. De-Witt Clinton. A funny name, I should say. Then I felt a tap on my shoulder, it was my mother. ?
"Elizabeth, you were supposed to be knitting minutes ago." Mother whispered
My mother was a beautiful and proper lady. She had long reddish-brown hair not far from her waist, deep blue eyes, and clean, fair skin. She expected a lot from me, too, since I looked a bit like her. But I'm nowhere near her; my hair is brighter, my eyes are green (from my father), and my skin is a slight tan color (because of being in the sun all day). And I'm not fond of being proper and learning a young lady's etiquette.
"Yes, mother." I groaned silently.
We went to the den and started our knitting lesson. Many times, Mother said 'don't make hast.' I tried that as good as possible. My father c
They are what I call my digestible work...
I got a lot better when people on dA started giving advice and telling me how much better I was getting. Onyx-Philomel
once replied to me, saying "You have great potential"
. That was 5 years ago, and I still have that - along with many others - in my mind to give me support.
Some drama got in the way of me and my writing, which by this time, I was obsessed with. I went without internet for a long time and started to write some more. This led to my cousin to discover my taste in music, entertainment, and just love for reading. At first, she thought I 'needed church' for my music choice and that me reading and writing all the time wasn't going to help me get a date, but she began realizing that a person's choices in anything is just that. A person's choice
. She began liking my music, she read more often, she even wanted to be a writer. I influenced her and I was happy about that!
And after some long, hard work I was able to submit my first revamped chapter of Hybrids:
What I feel is my first incredibly detailed bio of an OC:
Hair: Dark brown, past waist, half updo, beads on parted bangs
Eyes: Light blue
Description: Akala was born on a small island near the equator known as the Central Water Tribe. There, her family, relatives, and other residents lived together peacefully, since they were an exporting zone for all nations. Living on the island, she made many friends. Her best friends was a boy named Tamo and a girl named Wonna. They did everything together; play on the beach, make sandcastles, and listen to the tales by the elders. Tamo would watch the two girls practice waterbending by Akala's mother, Dekena. It was one day, when she was 10, that a strange shape came to the docks of the island. This was odd because there was no scheduled importing exporting that day. Akala's mom, who was training her and the other students,felt suspicious and told them all to go home. Tamo and Akala ran to her house and told her dad, who ran outside after hearing. A few minutes later, ther
And even made a Valentine's Day letter to my darling DamianVertigo
Happy St. Valentine's DayLove is like diamonds; pure, priceless and beautiful. Though sometimes love isn't always like that, I feel our love is as pure, priceless and beautiful as it can get.
I love you, that isn't all I want to say, but it's all that I can say. You don't understand what goes on in my mind when I see you; I can't stop smiling and when I don't its because I'm trying not to look too cheery. We have so much in common, from our favorite kind of music to how determined we are to make our dreams come true. How we met is a little funny, but I'm happy we met.
You're one of the few people that understands me, that amazingly knows what I'm say just by my expression, that can help me through tough decisions when I feel stuck, that knows my emotions when I don't show them. Thank you so much for being there for me, for loving me for who I am, for still being with me to this day.
Happy Valentine's Day!
My work began slowing down because of the amount of drama that was happening around me, especially in TX. Not wanting to go too deep into it, it involved my mom's then husband being a controlling tyrant. Some other things happened after that; a crazy divorce, moving to NC, giving away one of our cats, my beloved cat Cheeto dying, and finally the death of my great-grandma (Mema). I kinda just lost myself and fell into a this sadness where I was physically normal, but my entire body was pain and numbness.
Currently I'm doing better and am starting to get my groove back. Slowly, I'm getting back into writing, mainly for now writing bios that are in my sta.sh. I'm planning the second chapter of Hybrids
, which is still my main project, along with Stardom
I've learned a lot about myself more than just my writing. Like all artists, I'm a perfectionist
. I want people to see my work with no imperfections and if there is one, I will fix it (though I might have a micro-fit in my head). Writing isn't just telling a story, you also want people to visualize what's happening. Every sense they have, I want to trigger, and the only way I'm going to that is to listen to people's advice and get better myself.
I'd like to thank a lot of people on dA for encouraging me to stay and help with my dream: Onyx-Philomel
, and Timmy22222001