Unwisely Applied FOCUS MODE

            So it's 8:49, my room is defrosting because I left the AC blasting, I am almost reaching starving levels of hunger, AND I HAVE SPENT LITERALLY MOST OF THE DAY WORKING ON THIS GODDAMN PICTURE OF AN OC. Like a proper, full-sheet-of-paper piece of art. Nothing else has been done. I still need to at least look at Lost Rabbit and the FSMverse and do a fucking myNoise thing. I have listen to nearly all of the music by 'myuuji' on YouTube that I can find, and I am really ready to be finished with this... so, I'll leave you with that insight into my day so far... it's nearly nine PM... Goodbye.

T.Y.G.E.R.

Picking Up Pace... Slightly...

            Okay, so maybe getting another Lost Rabbit chapter out every other day is a bit ambitious. But you're getting myNoise entries (another will appear soon after this) out daily and those are usually cooler and more well-thought-out. Halfway through Week One of The Schedule and everything is going pretty well. Everything's getting done before midnight anyway... which is the point.
            Oh, and I'm actually trying to start writing the latest version of THE STORY and it's... going kinda shit. I have two starts and I don't like either of 'em... ugh, over-planning... I'm such a moron...
But I am making progress!
Baby steps...
God knows I'm not known for my speed...
            So, tough I hate to end this while it's so short, it is almost eleven and I like to have an hour to work on descriptive stuff, and I can't think of anything else vaguely interesting today... I may get new glasses soon, but it's not like I ever show off my face...

A Pointless Ramble

            Okay, so, so far so good. Now to keep this up. Like arranged, there is a new myNoise thing to be found here and a new one will be out and perhaps Lost Rabbit will see some continuation later today.
...Like anyone cares...
            Fuck it, it's already long since been established I'm virtually unknown and I could post any damn thing I want and wouldn't get any shit. Perhaps if I actually started using my Tumblr blog instead...
...nah...
I think the only way I'll eventually get off the ground is by consistently producing content, though my outlets are a bit less versatile than my father's writing still remains to be something I can almost always contribute.
...Jesus fuck stats are depressing.
Really, I should stop looking at them. I don't know why I bother, I mean, I know that they're gonna be pathetic. Oi vay, I should just... put it out of mind.
Did I ever mention I got a new laptop?
Well... that's a thing.
            Let's do daily blogging, I said. It will be fun I said. You literally have nothing better to do than essentially chatter to yourself through text. Whatever am I supposed to talk about everyday? I haven't thought that far. I'll work it out eventually, though... still getting back into the flow. For now though, I'm a bit scatterbrained. I'm still getting used to not having school to worry about. Seeing as I eventually have other things to do today, I'll end this here. Se you soon.

T.Y.G.E.R.

Schedules, Schedules...

            Okay, so, as an update: tried to make a clay thing and it turned out shit. We went to my cousin's graduation party. That was fun. Day two of summer, and I'm hoping to actually be productive with my writing... which means setting up schedules that I may or may not end up using. Depends on my amount of conviction and willpower. I may set up some scoring crap for myself. Combos. Make it into a game.

Yeah.

For now though...

Lists!

Daily:

1. This Blog Thing.
2. A page of my Drawing Journal
3. A MyNoise thing.

Every Other Day:

1. A chapter of Lost Rabbit
2. Read a goddamn book. (Need to visit Library)

Weekly: (Trying to get headway into other stories.)

1. Monday-Free Thought
2. Tuesday-Chell Howe and the Interdemensional Doctors
3. Wednesday-Relativity
4. Thursday-Mind Games
5. Friday-Frizz, Stormy, and Miv's Stories (?)

I'll need a calender... wonder if I can get one while we're out...

So, if all goes well, a good week looks like:

1. Sunday (Today)-Blog, myNoise, drawing, book.
2. Monday-Blog, myNoise, drawing, Free Thought, Lost Rabbit.
3. Tuesday-Blog, myNoise, drawing, CHatID, book.
4. Wednesday-Blog, myNoise, drawing, Relativity, Lost Rabbit.
5. Thursday-Blog, myNoise, drawing, Mind Games, book.
6. Friday-Blog, myNoise, drawing, FSM,  Lost Rabbit.
7. Saturday-Blog, myNoise, drawing, book.

            I think that'll keep me nicely busy! I do apologize, I really like lists. So I am going to see if my dad'll take me to the library, and will be back tomorrow.

T.Y.G.E.R.

On John Masque and THE STORY

            Okay, so last time I posted some art for a story I've been working on... and I didn't add a lot of explanation at the time because, to be honest, it's hard to find the words. I said I was gonna explain JM... and I will! But first, the story he, River, and my character are all from.
            The collective name for all the versions of a story I have is called just that: THE STORY. I have been working on THE STORY for a really fucking long time. Like since before I even knew it, as a little bitty tyke scrawling intelligible Lion King fanfiction of construction paper with crayon and chatting with one of ten Imaginary Friends about how awesome we were at fighting those faceless, nameless baddies as I thumbed through a booklet of shiny stickers. That leads up to the now, where it’s evolved into a tale spanning universes and worlds!

I have yet to start the actual story though.

I'm polishing and planning a lot.

           Though in all honesty, this current incarnation does have a proper title, though it may be subject to change. Free Thought incorporates my four main story-verses into it, though focuses mainly on its own. I've actually named them...

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Dreamverse-Free Thought. Includes River and Tyger. Also Darwin's included. As is my sister.

Viviaverse-Lost Rabbit. If you've read it, you've met the characters. John's also from this universe as well.

Alienverse-Mind Games, Chell Howe and the Inter-dimensional Doctors, and Relativity. I haven't said much about Mind Games, but it sort of spawned from a combination of viewing Inception fanart and a story about aliens I found somewhere... I have characters, and some plot, but haven't started it. Relativity is just something that happened at school where I went 'hmm... I wonder if I could write a sort of American spinoff of Doctor Who...' which subsequently turned into 'fuck it! I can be like the Doctor if I want!' and is kinda on hold. I'm writing it episodically, which is weird but seems to work.

FSMverse-Yeah. (That's not the title, I just don't know what to call it yet.) Way back last year I drew a bunch of little doodles of the lives of three kids: Frizz, Stormy, and Miv. Maybe it'll be a little children's book someday. THE STORY includes the grown-up versions of these guys.

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            So that mountain of text is sorta what I get up to when I'm gone. I have yet to finish anything, but sometimes gluing stuff you're losing interest in to something you are tends to motivate, I find. So that's the more difficult bit tackled... I think.

Onto the OC's!

Tyger and River Myst are what in FT are called Daydreamers. That sort of means they have superpowers... I guess. Though the powers depend on the Skill Type. Tyger is a Magician Skill Type, which is the closest to my original idea of Daydreaming, so she can create objects with her mind and temporarily alter physics and the world around her. River is a Mentalist Skill Type, which is a bit more specific. Telekinesis, mind reading through physical contact, and a tone of voice that allows for mind control. He's odd though, because when in what I refer to as Impulse Form (like how he's shown in the picture), he not only doesn't fit the normal trend but also seems to have an odd quirk of subconsciously manipulating weather. He also has authorization to use time-travel technology. Both work for an organization called Free Thought.

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John Masque, though from the same universe, is not from Vivia Drea. Nor is he an Avian, like Angel. He lives on Drea Thet, Vivia's neighboring planet, and he's what's called a Trickster. But he's a lot more human than most of his kind, and that tends to get him into a lot of trouble. He tries to keep to himself as much as he can, and rarely leaves the library where he works and lives unless he has to. He has a 'sister', Molly, and has a few very close friends he's collected over the years. Though he looks about 19-22 on the outside (or older, I guess, if he grew a beard or mustache or something...) he and his sister are actually older than Viviaverse itself (more explanation later~). Details that I couldn't convey in the pictures given are his Trickster Eye, which allows him to see behind him, through walls, or at the most pick out telltale signs that someone's afraid or lying. Each Trickster Eye has a particular shape. Molly's is a heart, and John's is a pentagon. (He normally covers his Eye with his hair.) He also has a phoenix form, and markings on his arms, hands, and his back when his wings aren't taking physical shape. Also he has sharp, pointy black teeth and nails that can turn into black talons. He has flame-y powers and some tricks up his sleeve, like you'd expect. He shares some phoenix traits like bursting into flames to heal when his body is too damaged (Trickster's are immortal except for their Eye, which can be removed to render them helpless.) and healing tears. I'll stop explaining here, but he does have a few more lesser known tics and traits.

I had a whale of a time thinking him up, can't you tell?

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            Welp, there's a huge chunk of insight into some of my stories. When I get talking about them I end up going on and on and on... I also tend to think in terms of 1, 2, 7, 3, 20, 19, 6... oooh! A butterfly! And it gets muddled. Hell, if spoilers weren't a problem I'd just dump my whole compilation of all the little notes and rules I've written down pertaining to Free Thought on Wattpad. It would save me some trouble. So, leaving this here... See ya.

T.Y.G.E.R.

Progress!

Chapter five of The Lost Rabbit is finally done!
Signed, sealed, and delivered in the dead of night!
I should really force myself to sit down and work on my goddang stories more often. Though probably not until two in the morning.Ah well, I seem to get the most motivation long after anyone sane would have gone to bed. Sometimes it's decent, sometimes I look back and cringe at how horrible it actually is when my mind is as awake as my body. This was not one of those times I feel. 
            My last post was obviously the most boring thing on the planet. Everyone has their off days. But now, as I open Facebook just to see if it works I suddenly am bombarded by exactly how many people I've friended that I can't quite recall where I know them from, but if I just go unfriending EVERYONE I don't care about I'm offending people. I like how when I first got a Facebook account in sixth grade all the people in my little charter school sent me friend requests and to this day I have not messaged or interacted with in any way. And getting posts from stuff I clicked 'like' on just irritates me. I expressed a vague, meaningless opinion on something. I do not want it showing up in my face again. And I have pretty much vowed to never play another Facebook game that requires me to return daily. So there are specific reasons I don't check in often, but if I get really, really specific I'm just going to go on and on and it's going to get really personal. Let's stop here. I have to go. Until tomorrow,

T.Y.G.E.R.

And We're Off!

            And so daily blogging begins! I think 99% of this is going to be tangents and fiction, because I can't think of anything worth mentioning that happened during the last thirteen hours, not even during the time I was asleep. I should start keeping a dream journal again. I tried that for two days, got bored and forgot about it. Ah well.
How about a preview of the next chapter of Lost Rabbit? I kind of ended abruptly there I think. 

                Hawking’s wasn't the messenger for the domains because he was slow. Always moving, fidgeting, as tall as the Page and thin as a twig with huge brown wings and a smile that could be just as big (often wasn't, but he tried.), one wouldn't guess right off the that shorter, calmer, stoic green-eyed blonde two steps behind him was his teenaged niece. Angel had a twin, Gemini, who was in nearly every way her opposite. Emotional, short black hair, no wings.

Their mother had been from Silver Glen, after all.

The two fourteen-year-olds stared at each other. Hawkings had bustled in, made introductions and left. The grounder held up her pet. “This is Copper.” Copper made a doggy smile. “Hey.” Angel jumped. A stuffed animal? Looking at him closely she could tell he was indeed an undiscarded toy. He must’ve followed her, being unable to stop her from tumbling into the Library. You couldn't ask for a better companion for an unexpected first trip. “Hello. So you've met Ink, Page, and my uncle Hawkings… and I assume you want to get out and see the rest of the world.” I’m not a tour guide, dangit! Angel thought. She decided the empty Blue Manor would be a start. The place was possibly built for her, as Bunny had said. She couldn't just let ‘Tyger’ parade around in pajamas. Lily picked her way through the woods carefully and quickly.

As she could. Which was abysmal compared to Angel.

                “Hurry up!” Lily made a noise of helpless frustration. “I can’t help it, I don’t have wings! Or shoes! And I’m carrying a dog!” She paused. “Copper, why am I carrying you?”

“My feet hurt.” She stopped. “What?” She dropped him. “Yeeep!”

“So do mine. If anything, you should be carrying me.” She looked upward toward Angel. “How far are we?” Copper barked. “Ooh! Angel! Will you carry me?”

“No.” She snapped. “It’s not much farther; I almost can see it from here.” She placated. “Hurry now!”

Lily stumbled over a protruding root and yelped. “….Trying…!”

And that's as far as I've gotten. I've set myself up with a looong chapter that I might split into two or three or four to get them out faster. Yeah, that's definitely going to happen. And say hello to Angel and Hawkings! They were first characters Vivia Drea had, though they weren't always relatives. (Originally Hawkings was also my age, and Angel was just sort of there.) You'll meet Ange a lot. She's the youngest Advisor in a millennium and helps Rainy with work a lot, since she's been on a bit longer. This will probably be explained better as the story goes on.

            On another note, this story falls under a new category I made called Stuff I'm Really Not Focused On at the Moment (But Should Be) and might soon leave it because I looked it over and fell in love with the idea again. Since I brought it up, I'm going to explain how I organize my many, many little stories that get starved for attention or just outright crash (See every Word Doodle I've ever written ever.).

• You've got the folder full of a story that's existed since I was in kindergarten and will forever be something I only do for fun.
• You've got all the other crap that aren't my stories (My music, pictures, etc.) crammed in one.
• Scraps. Self explanatory.
• S.I.R.N.F.O.M. (B.S.B.) Also pretty self explanatory.
• And Word Doodles. Or Woodles, as I like to call them. Not one Word Doodle as ever been finished. A few have gone T.C.I.D. (Stands for This Crap Is Dead. For stories I can't even remember or determine the plot of.) Most have been deleted from my actual laptop, but live on in my nifty USB drive. One has even ended up branching out into two drastically different storylines. They are all generally ignored. So far I have 12.
• And floating around right where I can see them are the ones that are right on my brain, so I can get to them the fastest. I only allow about five in that spot at once.

This method was started because I have a My Documents icon thing right on my toolbar, and all my stuff comes up in nice alphabetized list. That same list grew HUGE and hard to look through, so I condensed it. My My Documents folder is probably the only neatly arranged thing I have in my life 24/7. It's almost funny.

That's today's post done. Until tomorrow,

T.Y.G.E.R.

Two in a Matter of Days!

New 'Lost Rabbit' chapter!
            Okay. Yes it's short. Yes it took me forever. And yes, I will say more will be coming and it will most likely take longer than I say it will. Or shorter, since I'm already expecting to take awhile. Next chapter or so I'll be bringing me into it, so I might feel more involved. People, remind me: I could try scanning my drawing journal pages so I have some pictures on here again. (But that might be a bit difficult without my handy flashdrive.) And setting up polls are a pain I think I'll stop. Maybe find something new to put in that space, whatcha think? Oh god... that rhymed. Ugh. 
            I also hate Tumblr at the moment for compelling me to read ALL ONE-HUNDRED AND FIFTY-SEVEN PAGES OF SOMEONE'S BLOG. It was very interesting, but god, it took me THREE DAYS. THREE DAYS! Whoever invented Tumblr is evil and amazing. And is also responsible for a temporary shortening of my attention span while Tumbling. Oh, and yay for three-day weekends!

T.Y.G.E.R.

...And a Happy New Year...

Merry Christmas, guys!
            So today I got THE ART BOOK FOR AMERICAN MCGEE'S ALICE: MADNESS RETURNS!! Which probably no one cares about or knows what that even is. Well, that's what Google is for, god dang it. Look it up. Look it up and be forever changed by the awesome darkness that is American McGee's Alice. Unless you're like, ten, then STAY THE FLIP AWAY FROM ALL THINGS AMERICAN MCGEE UNLESS YOU WANT TO BE TRAUMATIZED! I should not write stuff at ten-thirty in the evening. I get into meaningless rants. But American McGee's Alice... Is worth it. Every time. Makes me want to write about a twisted Vivia Drea... but then my sane, wimpy self says no. I will eventually. Probably I'll start it one day at three in the morning when I just don't care about anything anymore. 
            Yeah, so this is just posting because I say I will do much writing and then nothing happens and there is just pathetic silence on my end. So I'm gonna write something every other day and FINISH THE SECOND CHAPTER OF LOST RABBIT(Here) THAT HAS BEEN SITTING IN DRAFTS FOREVER. The characters sound/act so awkwardly, they're hard to write for. It was all like 'oh this is gonna happen, then this, and this and when I publish Chapter One it just "DEAD" I seriously was throwing myself at it every way I could, so It's going to be a short chapter. Wah. Short things are for wimps that can't handle plot.
            So like I said! Happy holidays and all that wonderful stuff. Bye.

T.Y.G.E.R.

I'm Still Alive!

            Okay, so the reason I haven't written anything on here is A: Writer's block and B: School. I was going to write about how my first week at high school went... but... got distracted. By Ib. And Yumi Nikki. And weekend laziness. But yesterday my sister wanted to write a story with me. So I decide to break out my old-fashioned typewriter out and write something. The following really just consisted of me reading out loud what I was typing and her looting my desk drawers for stuff that was 'hers' that I 'took from her room'. Finally I wave her hands away from my messy workstation and demand she contribute. So she's just sitting there looking bored, but then she looks up. "Did you think of something?!" I said with exaggerated awe.

"I thought about eating the longest rope," Pause for effect. "In an Olympic competition!"

            Yes, that is what she said. Hmm... I just now thought of Sunny from A Series of Unfortunate Events. She did always play her character when we did the video game and our board game. On a different note: More of my story The Lost Rabbit:

                He hid behind the hotel room’s safe while the cleaning staff carried away the garbage. He didn’t fancy the idea of taking a trip to the dump. He had a different destination in mind. He followed the older people out to where the deliveries came. He hoped he wouldn’t get to dirty before he got to the established meeting place; Narcia should see him at his best.

                Narcia was the Mistress of Mirrors. The government of Vivia Drea worked as such: the Mistress of Mirrors talked to the people and the final decision was made by the Glass Jury. Both were advised by a set of four, those four being an Advisor of Swords, Pentacles, Wands, or Cups.

He was meant to be one of those Advisors.

                It was an important job, and just thinking about it made his little rabbit heart beat faster. He was going to be the Advisor of Swords, the one that was supposed to tell whether something was fair or not. It was the most important of the bunch. The member of the Glass Jury that was supposed to sponsor him when they finally decided to accept him officially was waiting with the Mistress. “Rainy Rabbit! Rainy Rabbit!” She crowed, her mousey face set in a childish grin. “You look like a storm cloud with floppy ears, coming out of the fog like that.” The ears mentioned drooped in embarrassment. He retreated back into the fog a bit. Narcia frowned reprovingly. “Ink, don’t be tactless. That is not how you make a good first impression.” Ink would have been hard-pressed to look more surprised. “But it’s his name, anyhow.” Rainy took a step forward. “She didn’t mean any harm. Don’t worry for me.”

           Yes, in my made-up world instead of the one person having the veto-power the largest group does. And the one person hears the problem first. How backwards! I wonder if that would work in real life... Also, Ink is the Page of Wand's assistant. He's in charge of this huge library and is usually working on his 'never-ending book'. He's an Advisor too. God. The dialogue sounds so awkward. Must fix!
            So much explaining! I hope I don't take weeks for the next update. So... in a word... Bye!

T.Y.G.E.R.

Stories

           The bit and pieces of my stories have a habit of squirming away, but right now I've started a short story. My mom and dad say that I used to have two toy rabbits. One was gray and one, called bunny, who I still have, that's brown. I lost the gray one a long, long time ago. I decided to write a story about what happened to him. It starts like this:

The Lost Rabbit

                The gray ghost of a childhood that could have been clambered out of the trash bin. He shook the scraps of shredded letters and cigarette ash out of his fur, barely stopping to mourn for his former companion. As far as she knew, there had only been one. Bunny the Rabbit. Fur as brown as chocolate milk—the only kind she’ll drink. Fur that was permeated with the scent of memories. A serious frown (for it was years to come before her mother gave him the ability to smile like did in her eyes.) and shiny black eyes that she liked to think focused and saw things. (Which he did.) She had suspicions, of course, mentioning a bizarre dream or two where there were ‘two Bunnies’. They couldn’t come back for him. (Once a toy got thrown away in an unfamiliar place he or she had to disappear, it was the law.) Not now.

           I've written a bit more after that, but I think I might branch out in another direction with this. I am going to finish this. Eventually. Oh and I've decided to name the gray one Rainy Rabbit. I might introduce Bunny later into the story too. Any suggestions would be awesome.