March 12, 2010 - 2:41am — Lu
If you were to comment on how I'm really not active enough here to be setting one of these up, I'd totally agree. A handful of deer no one's aware of really doesn't warrant a Q&A, but...
...humor me, won't you?
My fluency, or lack thereof, has been brought to my attention far too many times. What can I say? I over analyze. As with everything else I do, I'd like to change this. Improve it. That's where I'd like you to come in. Ask me a question, any question, and I'll answer it...hopefully without too much thought. As most here don't know me well, I'm obligated to mention that you do not have to be specific. Ask me about my deer in general if you don't know their names. Hell, ask about me in general if you can't read my name.
I just need some fodder for thought, you know?
What spurs you to draw? What
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You- Lacie. I love
Movement. The twisting of an arm, the flick of a wrist. The loll of a head, heavy with strands. This is what drives me. Sure, poses and interaction and expression are all nice- but I want some life to jump into what I do. It's not always evident, but I go to a canvas with the intent to put down something wild-eyed and whip-lashing. Something that'll jump down your throat and rattle your ribcage. Something that'll catch your breath.
Hmhm. I haven't quite succeeded, mm?
I love you too
Movement is something that, to me, I find hard to interpret; whether it is through a photo, a drawing, anything. The fact that you show it so well is something I deeply appreciate. Wild eyes attract me; whip lashes draw me in further.
It's a thing called progress. Progress takes time.
You have. Meditation will
Meditation will have motion.
What is your favorite thing to draw? Animals? Fantasy-esque?
Look around, how do you feel
I love people who 'over analyze' things. I believe them to be genius.
[OokamiAzura] It strikes me
It strikes me as odd, you talking about it as if I've met my goal. Had to digest your words a bit before I realized what it was I was reading.
Movement is, yes, difficult to show in this particular form. It doesn't exist to be confined on paper. To think that I could, potentially, capture something so intense...it's sort of overwhelming. It's for this reason that my subject matter and I clash so frequently.
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[Bylah]
That hasn't come close to what I have planned.
Not to say I'm not...eating that remark up. Thanks L.
Ah, here's where we divide.
My hands, they enjoy putting out fluid forms and the occasional product of hallucination. Consciously, I like drawing my characters, as well as those belonging to friends. Hands have been deciding my subject matter lately, I'm afraid. Not much good's come of it.
I have to get back to this later.
Rather worn out.
Perhaps you have met your
Of course, something like that is entirely up to interpretation; to me, you have succeeded, and succeeded well. Whereas you might think you haven't. And so, you continue to strive for it. But then again, no one ever said you couldn't push your boundaries either. There is nothing wrong in that.
As I said before, to me, you have captured movement well; your Meditation Will Have Motion blog lures me constantly; you've show how the creature moves, jumps, and dashes so well, it feels almost real to me.
Another question I've been toying with:
Aside from art and eating people, what is it in this world that truly satiates you? What pleases you, and makes you feel...complete?
Every time, just as I'm about
[OokamiAzura]
I'm...fairly certain I'm a ways off. These things need to run from my fingers, not just appear on paper after a few moments of scrabbling. But I'm inspired. It can be done. If I've made people feel something, than my prize is in reach.
Thank you, Lacie.
The breath I drew as I took in your question was sweet. Your queries are marvelous.
It's something simple, something most seem to take for granted- role play. Not just any role play, good role play. The sort that makes you shiver and stare at what just went down. I admit, I haven't come across it too many times...I keep my circle of friends small and I agree to write with very few of them. For someone who craves it as I do, that's not the best plan...and for someone who plans as I do, that's just stupid. I won't hide it- I do it as to not be disappointed. Nothing stings me worse than writing a story and discovering my partner's vanished off the face of the earth.
But it's a dance. And like any dance, you must practice.
I'm rusty to the nth degree. Hhm. Haven't found someone yet who can tolerate my toe-trodding too well.
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[Tally's question is going to trigger a hurricane, I can feel it.]
You didn't have to answer me
Mm. Then continue marching forward; the road only gets better the farther you go.
I can understand your hesitation to roleplay with everyone in sight; I do roleplay willy nilly with anyone from time to time, but I do admit that there are but a small handful that I truly enjoy doing so with. I can understand that feeling of being left hanging as well; I confess to not being the best RP partner, seeing as how procrastination is my forte - unless of course, you do so with me outside of the TEF community. I'm much more responsive in MSN or AIM. But I digress.
Indeed, perhaps it is like a dance; there must be a certain trust with your partner, there must be a certain connection as well - you cannot simply grab a stranger's hand and say, "Dance will me." Well, you could, but it would be less than stellar; it would lack flow, it would lack substance, it would lack emotion, feeling.
However, you must also not be afraid to step out and invite either. Be careful, yet strong; be gentle, yet to the point. Then, perhaps, that rust will be shaken off, and you can shape your stories into something grand and full.
Ah, but of course, I am out of questions for the time being. Perhaps someday, another one will come waltzing into my mind and gesture to open my mouth. But for now, I rest my queries.
(Rest well, Lu <3)
Cripes, this is kinda making me want to do one of my own...
Nono, I had to...my answer
For that rust to peel away...ugh, that'd be the day.
I can feel it, you know. The beat, the reciprocation that comes with roleplay. But I linger, and that destroys it. It's like playing one stanza of a song...and picking apart each word, each note. And trying to move to it. It'll be choppy. Repetitive. So very distasteful.
Hmhmm...surely you understand how it must make me wince, to step up to someone so much better than I and request a dance. Particularly...when they have so much to bring, and I so little. So I stand back, you see, and wait. I can't ask them to make time for me. Not a lack of confidence, really. More like too much respect for them to bruise their toes.
I'll look forward to it. So very helpful, you've been.
Youshould, love. <3
As I had said before,
And progress takes time.
Details.
They are important, yes. But, to do as you said, and linger, and pluck away at the heart of it...you must learn to break free of that habit. To dig at every detail is to ruin the illusion, the many interpretations that spring forth from anything related to writing.
I understand that hesitation as well; I too have felt that hesitation many times before. And yet, you can't hold yourself back, you can't cage yourself forever. While you do bring up a very good point about respect, the world moves without hesitation. It will not wait. One missed opportunity could mean many missed pleasures, missed revelations. You never know until you try. Bruises heal.
But perhaps I'm being too pushy, too forceful. My apologies.
*Goes to try and make one <3*
So late, so late... As I've
As I've said far too many times, far too often...your apologies are unneeded. A nudge, it helps. Quite a bit.
I've meditated over what you've said. Acted, even, with your words foremost in my mind. I...believe it helps, just spewing what comes to mind. Tossing reluctance aside. It certainly helps with the communication aspect, if anything. Quality suffers, but no doubt this will improve in time.
As you said.
But time, it seems like I have so little of it to spare. Weeks are flitting by in what feels like a day.
I suppose I can only hope my friends won't bound ahead of me.
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[Tally]
...where I am.
In the physical, it wears me. The thought of this place grates at my teeth, leaves an awful taste. Induces chills. I'd rather like out, if you don't mind me saying so.
But mentally...this state is frustrating. I can see where I need to be. I just need to drag myself there. It's a slow process.
Over analyzing.
...I've come to find that, when analyzing, there are two ways to go about it. Speak your thoughts. Or not. Utter them, flaws are made evident. You alter them. They improve. Remain silent, and they spring. Bounce around the inside of your skull, you see. Attack each other. And may very well drive you mad.
Genius...I wonder in what sense.
Nothing to worry about.
Sometimes I feel I push too hard, that I'm more of a force than a nudge.
It's progress, dear one. I have no doubt that you will excel by future's coming.
Time is both ally and enemy; sometimes, it will slow down for you, much like a parent waiting on their child. Other times, it speeds without warning, like a wild dream that cannot, will not, be captured, be realized. Those who love you most, those who glance at you with the adoration of a million fans...
They will never leave you behind.
If you are, it fails to
...
I despise sounding so pessimistic. No doubt someone will read this and wrongly assume I seek attention, but...it should be said none the less. I'm not so sure my bonds are that strong, that anyone looks on me with that sort of admiration. I let them down constantly, in all ways possible. And close bonds aside, I've done nothing so wonderful as to deserve even mild curiosity from any mass. It's so contradictory, considering...where I want to be.
Bah. I speak too much. Let too much out.
I'm sorry.
How do you think you've let
I believe you are somewhat like me; filled with doubt, perhaps? You've caught my full curiosity Lu. To me, you are a great person. Do not look so down upon yourself. Stand tall, and realize your beauty; both inner, and outer.
You have nothing to apologize for. You've done nothing wrong.
Ah, but I do have another question, one that's been riding on my tongue, looking for the exit.
Who are you?
I find myself wondering why
A better phrase cannot be conjured; I am a "buzzkill" and a notorious breaker of promises. Not only little promises, no...I have even a triple-digit business deal I haven't yet put to rest...it's why I'm so intent on keeping them from now on. I've hurt my friends, all I have, so badly, so often, they don't trust me anymore. I can't, won't let that happen again.
And here I sigh. Who wouldn't be doubtful?
But I am also glad. Glad for this enlightening company you've brought. You make it so simple. Your direction is so straightforward, so easy to follow. No doubt I'm sitting a bit straighter already.
Do forgive me, it's a habit.
My...this question, from another mouth.
And I daresay I'm awake enough to tell it this time...
I am a sound. Lu. The curl of the tongue, touching to the hilt of teeth. Scents forgotten. Ink milked from ballpoint pens, crisp, cold night air near a body of water, and a breath of hallucination. Hallucination that tears over the surface of the mind, reminiscent of twisted-lipped tatzels, and keeps you from drifting off. Keeps you from blinking. From living. I am...repressed screams. A manic jolt of kinetic energy that can not be quelled. Purely internal. Purely torture. Purely mad.
This, it's merely a lick of who or what I am...
I have yet to see you break a
I am no soothsayer. I am no comforter, no "enlightner." I speak from the mind, from the heart. I prefer to be straightforward; speaking in riddles only annoys and disillusions.
I do not mind your habits at all.
Lu...Lu, Lu...
...Lu.
I like the way it rolls off my tongue. Yet you speak as if such a thing is bad - almost as if you think yourself something horrible. Or perhaps I am misinterpreting your words. Do forgive me for such. I am not the brightest bulb. No...I am quite dim.
When I found TEF, I made
Well now, I consider myself lucky to have bumped into someone of that mindset. Far too many talk in riddle with the intent to make themselves appear knowledgeable. It bothersome.
Hm. You are not dim; this, it is absolute. I'd list my evidence, but I do know how people work...I would rather hate to make anyone self-conscious, though I doubt anyone here would ask things so brashly to begin with.
In all honesty, I don't often analyze what I am. Perhaps, indeed, it is horrible. I've certainly earned the description if judged by actions. But these things I list, they're what I see when my lids fall shut. What I breathe when I rest my mind. I do not take your words with disdain, no. Just curiosity. If I am, indeed, horrible, than so be it. I'd embrace it.
I did, indeed, settle upon 'Lu' for its taste~ Quite makes up for my given name.
Indeed, no one could truly
A spur of arrogance creates the need to speak in riddles; speaking as if they are higher than those before them. Indeed, it is an annoyance at best.
A part of me is greatly interested in your evidence; but another part of me thinks it would best to let such a matter rest. Perhaps someday my curiosity will override such feelings. My curiosity has a habit of getting me into trouble, it seems.
To me, it merely sounded as if you were horrible. To me, however, you aren't. There is nothing wrong with your mind racing at night, when sleep ushers in a new era of thoughts and visions, sounds and feelings. However, do not mistake that for a true identity. Night has a habit of deceiving. A true identity is hard to find; it requires a search most extensive within yourself. Few has taken such a journey; even fewer have found the true answer.