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The Dust is THICK
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Been almost two years I haven't published a journal, or even submit something. I'm dusting off the Deviant Art to share some late updates concerning how I'm doing, and what's been going on every since. Bear with me. It feels awkward coming back here, especially now, but it was long due anyway.
I've been overbooked at work (adulting sucks) and it killed every single fiber of my inspiration in the meanwhile, much like my will to create and write in the meantime after so long. I however broke through the thick shell I formed myself by something... unusual. Streaming. Strange? Nah. Everyone and their mother are currently streaming, and I'm earning a little bit more money on the side from it... And oddly, despite the fact I'm introvert... I like it? A lot?
It's kind of an unusual way to let loose the beast and act in ways I always want to, but couldn't (because they'd lock you up in an asylum in public LOL) before and it works to blow off the steam, while just playing my usual games. World of Warcraft, Callodoody, and plenty more, and interact. It's nothing big yet (I DON'T PLAY FORTNITE THANKS GOD FOR THAT), but I got to talk and meet with several people with it, and even bond with some lost RL friends who also do it for funsies.
As far as writing goes, it's mostly gone, with the exception of a few scraps I kept for drafts for Dyrik Severmentle and some ballads. I've learned how to sing though. Self-taught, not perfect, but I'm definitely more in touch with it (Not wanna brag, but I do it well I think) than I ever want to admit to myself. All those practice sessions in front of a mirror and in the shower paid off, woo!
Oh, yeah, and this summer... Went to the UK with my mother! Full week in London, with a comfortable weather, and no rain at all. 3-4 years of savings, but gosh that was worth.
By the way, I moved mostly over Twitter. I succumbed to the temptation, and created myself an account with the objective in mind to promote my gaming channel or games, but also to talk with some artists and friends and share art-related stuff as well. I'm pretty active there, so... Shameless plug btw. Feel free to ping me and start a thread with me.
twitter.com/BulletGMJ
(But I'm staying faaaaaar away from the idea of making Tumblr. Noooooooooope!)
I don't make any promises for the future updates or possible future submissions I'll do in here on DeviantArt. I've disappointed in the past concerning that, so... We'll say from there.
At least I got to break that layer of ice.
That's progress, hmm?
Safe lives, friends.
I've been overbooked at work (adulting sucks) and it killed every single fiber of my inspiration in the meanwhile, much like my will to create and write in the meantime after so long. I however broke through the thick shell I formed myself by something... unusual. Streaming. Strange? Nah. Everyone and their mother are currently streaming, and I'm earning a little bit more money on the side from it... And oddly, despite the fact I'm introvert... I like it? A lot?
It's kind of an unusual way to let loose the beast and act in ways I always want to, but couldn't (because they'd lock you up in an asylum in public LOL) before and it works to blow off the steam, while just playing my usual games. World of Warcraft, Callodoody, and plenty more, and interact. It's nothing big yet (I DON'T PLAY FORTNITE THANKS GOD FOR THAT), but I got to talk and meet with several people with it, and even bond with some lost RL friends who also do it for funsies.
As far as writing goes, it's mostly gone, with the exception of a few scraps I kept for drafts for Dyrik Severmentle and some ballads. I've learned how to sing though. Self-taught, not perfect, but I'm definitely more in touch with it (Not wanna brag, but I do it well I think) than I ever want to admit to myself. All those practice sessions in front of a mirror and in the shower paid off, woo!
Oh, yeah, and this summer... Went to the UK with my mother! Full week in London, with a comfortable weather, and no rain at all. 3-4 years of savings, but gosh that was worth.
By the way, I moved mostly over Twitter. I succumbed to the temptation, and created myself an account with the objective in mind to promote my gaming channel or games, but also to talk with some artists and friends and share art-related stuff as well. I'm pretty active there, so... Shameless plug btw. Feel free to ping me and start a thread with me.
twitter.com/BulletGMJ
(But I'm staying faaaaaar away from the idea of making Tumblr. Noooooooooope!)
I don't make any promises for the future updates or possible future submissions I'll do in here on DeviantArt. I've disappointed in the past concerning that, so... We'll say from there.
At least I got to break that layer of ice.
That's progress, hmm?
Safe lives, friends.
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February update!
3 min read
Hello world! Just popping in to share some of my news, and it will be short. Well, kind of.
I can't say it's going better, but it's definitely not going worse than before. I'm still learning to exteriorize most of the bottled up frustrations and pain, trying physical, vocal and various other means. Writing is one of them, although... It can be kind of tough. I've settled to bring in a whole package of sheets and a pen to try and write what goes through my head during tight moments, but as you might expect, it comes up blank... I always end up walking around aimlessly searching for something to do in the shop, looking a little clueless in the process. Wandering like I'm lost in my head, if you prefer. But I'm getting somewhere, I think.
I got to say, the creative process is quite something. For me, creative process pretty much means spending 90% making excuses for being lazy or unproductive, and 10% actually writing on the fly...
And that 10% happened TODAY, during the bus ride home. Sometimes, it's just that simple and magical. So right now, exclusive news. I wrote not one but two 'poems'. One is dubbed Truth, and the other one... I'm debating it, but it might be Picture. The first one is currently in fragments, so I might put it up together, sort it out and some extras like I do usually when I go for the final version. It refers as a warning, spoilers (I like being ominous at times... BAHAHAHA. Such evil, right?). Second one is mostly complete, but I might get excessive and add in more text... Took me a full page, but it's yet to arrange, and... Feel like it needs more for my point to get across. Again, spoilers, it's an attempt to denounce a culture of false appearances.
I don't know which one will come out first, but I should get on it by tomorrow morning... On my first off day. As for the long awaited 3rd chapter of Echoes of Winter, I have a solidifying idea of what happened before and after to Dyrik Severmentle (muh crusadurr :3) and wording it might take some time. Believe me, it might get really, really dark (ominous me strikes back, yup). Don't forget, all of this happened (like the rest of the chapters) in Northrend during his tour (WOTLK era) and then Draenor. I don't know how many parts there will be, but it will all lead to Legion, where he stands currently.
PS : Yeah, don't worry ChillyAcademic... Dyrik's character facts are comin'. Won't keep you waiting too damn long. xD Also, I don't know how to tag people properly in a post like this, I'm such a freakin' nooblet at this D.Art thing, haha.
Here is what I'm listening at right now... Why it's named like that? Ask Chilly, SHE KNOWS. SHE KNOOOOOOOOWS.
I can't say it's going better, but it's definitely not going worse than before. I'm still learning to exteriorize most of the bottled up frustrations and pain, trying physical, vocal and various other means. Writing is one of them, although... It can be kind of tough. I've settled to bring in a whole package of sheets and a pen to try and write what goes through my head during tight moments, but as you might expect, it comes up blank... I always end up walking around aimlessly searching for something to do in the shop, looking a little clueless in the process. Wandering like I'm lost in my head, if you prefer. But I'm getting somewhere, I think.
I got to say, the creative process is quite something. For me, creative process pretty much means spending 90% making excuses for being lazy or unproductive, and 10% actually writing on the fly...
And that 10% happened TODAY, during the bus ride home. Sometimes, it's just that simple and magical. So right now, exclusive news. I wrote not one but two 'poems'. One is dubbed Truth, and the other one... I'm debating it, but it might be Picture. The first one is currently in fragments, so I might put it up together, sort it out and some extras like I do usually when I go for the final version. It refers as a warning, spoilers (I like being ominous at times... BAHAHAHA. Such evil, right?). Second one is mostly complete, but I might get excessive and add in more text... Took me a full page, but it's yet to arrange, and... Feel like it needs more for my point to get across. Again, spoilers, it's an attempt to denounce a culture of false appearances.
I don't know which one will come out first, but I should get on it by tomorrow morning... On my first off day. As for the long awaited 3rd chapter of Echoes of Winter, I have a solidifying idea of what happened before and after to Dyrik Severmentle (muh crusadurr :3) and wording it might take some time. Believe me, it might get really, really dark (ominous me strikes back, yup). Don't forget, all of this happened (like the rest of the chapters) in Northrend during his tour (WOTLK era) and then Draenor. I don't know how many parts there will be, but it will all lead to Legion, where he stands currently.
PS : Yeah, don't worry ChillyAcademic... Dyrik's character facts are comin'. Won't keep you waiting too damn long. xD Also, I don't know how to tag people properly in a post like this, I'm such a freakin' nooblet at this D.Art thing, haha.
Here is what I'm listening at right now... Why it's named like that? Ask Chilly, SHE KNOWS. SHE KNOOOOOOOOWS.
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Hello, 2017
4 min read
Hello world, again it seems.
You didn't hear much from me last year beside one or two updates, but I'll be frankly honest with all of you, my few followers.
2016 was Hell. Not just because most of our childhood idols, singers and actors died. Not anything related in politics, but it has more to do with personal matters.
Work related, my creative drive about inexistent for several reasons, accumulated fatigue and loss of interest amongst the major reasons. But it wasn't the worst.
In fact, I did lose someone late last year, and it was someone I knew for more than 7 years. His name was Nicolas. He was a friend of mine, but also my mother's boyfriend.
He was a huge man. The kind that went to the gym very often, and cultivated his body to impressive property. I won't lie in saying that it was the result of his own insecurities about himself. He had it rough.
It was kind of the emotional roller coaster ride with him, to be honest. He'd become so anxious and have panic attacks, and he'd drink it down. With time, he managed to fix most of his problems with himself, but what can I say...
We were pretty much alike. Not in the way to cope, but rather in reactions. I felt surprisingly in line with most of his impressions, and we could have these long conversations about everything. Sports, politics, movies, music and what's not. He loved to laugh, and try new thing.
But now, the next day, a phone call changed everything. And all shattered in seconds. They found him dead in his secondary apartment, cellphone in hand. Less than 40'ish years old year. Heart attack.
I wouldn't believe it, I couldn't. I didn't want to, and I think even to this day, I still can't manage to grasp the full shock of that moment. My mother took it harder than the rest, but was able to move on.
But I did the thing I probably shouldn't have done, and that I regret the most : Staying silent. Not cry. Stay ''strong'' for her sake and help her heal. Bottle it up. I just ended up crashing, reach the bottom of the barrel.
Even today, I am still working on myself. I had severe anxious reactions resurgence. I never had these since the last 5-6 years. Panic attacks, hives, short breaths, heat sensation, and the general feeling of wanting to destroy everything for the smallest deal.
I can't say it's over now, but it has been better. Listening to some music has been helping me the most, to canalize all the anger and the pain I contained within me. I've loosened the grip and tried to take it easy.
And now, once again, I find this journal. If you read this log and I turned your happy day to shit, I apologize in advance. Also, small update here concerning my work : I'm lacking time to really push onto the part 3 for the writing serie on Dyrik's backstory, but I can confirm I got a precise general idea of how the situation turned out on Draenor, PLUS, the entry into the Legion. To spoil you a bit, Dyrik Severmentle took a big hit on the Broken Shores, figuratively speaking. He's not the same man anymore.
Hopefully, 2017 will be a good one. Well, in productivity.
I hope y'all doing fine.
Peace. By the way, here's what I'm listening at these days. Pretty freaking accurate, isn't it?
You didn't hear much from me last year beside one or two updates, but I'll be frankly honest with all of you, my few followers.
2016 was Hell. Not just because most of our childhood idols, singers and actors died. Not anything related in politics, but it has more to do with personal matters.
Work related, my creative drive about inexistent for several reasons, accumulated fatigue and loss of interest amongst the major reasons. But it wasn't the worst.
In fact, I did lose someone late last year, and it was someone I knew for more than 7 years. His name was Nicolas. He was a friend of mine, but also my mother's boyfriend.
He was a huge man. The kind that went to the gym very often, and cultivated his body to impressive property. I won't lie in saying that it was the result of his own insecurities about himself. He had it rough.
It was kind of the emotional roller coaster ride with him, to be honest. He'd become so anxious and have panic attacks, and he'd drink it down. With time, he managed to fix most of his problems with himself, but what can I say...
We were pretty much alike. Not in the way to cope, but rather in reactions. I felt surprisingly in line with most of his impressions, and we could have these long conversations about everything. Sports, politics, movies, music and what's not. He loved to laugh, and try new thing.
But now, the next day, a phone call changed everything. And all shattered in seconds. They found him dead in his secondary apartment, cellphone in hand. Less than 40'ish years old year. Heart attack.
I wouldn't believe it, I couldn't. I didn't want to, and I think even to this day, I still can't manage to grasp the full shock of that moment. My mother took it harder than the rest, but was able to move on.
But I did the thing I probably shouldn't have done, and that I regret the most : Staying silent. Not cry. Stay ''strong'' for her sake and help her heal. Bottle it up. I just ended up crashing, reach the bottom of the barrel.
Even today, I am still working on myself. I had severe anxious reactions resurgence. I never had these since the last 5-6 years. Panic attacks, hives, short breaths, heat sensation, and the general feeling of wanting to destroy everything for the smallest deal.
I can't say it's over now, but it has been better. Listening to some music has been helping me the most, to canalize all the anger and the pain I contained within me. I've loosened the grip and tried to take it easy.
And now, once again, I find this journal. If you read this log and I turned your happy day to shit, I apologize in advance. Also, small update here concerning my work : I'm lacking time to really push onto the part 3 for the writing serie on Dyrik's backstory, but I can confirm I got a precise general idea of how the situation turned out on Draenor, PLUS, the entry into the Legion. To spoil you a bit, Dyrik Severmentle took a big hit on the Broken Shores, figuratively speaking. He's not the same man anymore.
Hopefully, 2017 will be a good one. Well, in productivity.
I hope y'all doing fine.
Peace. By the way, here's what I'm listening at these days. Pretty freaking accurate, isn't it?
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Some updates!
2 min read
Time to dust up a bit this little journal!
So, like you have seen, I have derived from my original project for this wall, as I found out without a doubt I was better with words than with photography. After a few tries to make something artistic, I've decided to go for poetry, which seems to be working so far. You'll have to excuse me if my poems might seem a little 'dark' at times, but I catch what inspiration can throw at me and try to figure out which would be better sounding, have a clearer meaning than a bunch of random words thrown in a pit.
Currently, I am working on a long one, it is going to be probably longer than The Fire, as I managed to fill a whole page during a downtime at work. As for now, I'm tempted to make out of this either a traditional structure, or go for a more lyrical. Say, song. Maybe I can do both. Bah, some many ideas!
I will take my time, as I don't want to botch this deviation, and maybe soon, you'll be able to read this project of mine.
Did I mention I got the best friends ever?
Until next time!
So, like you have seen, I have derived from my original project for this wall, as I found out without a doubt I was better with words than with photography. After a few tries to make something artistic, I've decided to go for poetry, which seems to be working so far. You'll have to excuse me if my poems might seem a little 'dark' at times, but I catch what inspiration can throw at me and try to figure out which would be better sounding, have a clearer meaning than a bunch of random words thrown in a pit.
Currently, I am working on a long one, it is going to be probably longer than The Fire, as I managed to fill a whole page during a downtime at work. As for now, I'm tempted to make out of this either a traditional structure, or go for a more lyrical. Say, song. Maybe I can do both. Bah, some many ideas!
I will take my time, as I don't want to botch this deviation, and maybe soon, you'll be able to read this project of mine.
Did I mention I got the best friends ever?
Until next time!
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It'za wondurfeule!
1 min read
Welcome back my minions... I mean, friends.
Of course, you can only get so bored while being at work, until you get this idea that strikes you out of nowhere.
That's exactly what happened to me. It happened before, but that's the first time I'm putting that on paper. Well, computer.
And it ends up being... MY FIRST DEVIATION.
Apologies if I don't post often, inspiration is really not easy to come at times!
But hope you'll enjoy my first, er, text.
Maybe there'll be more to come!
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