Write on my wayward child

Goshdarnit, me! Let's put away the excuses and realize that you've kind of procasti-busied your way until the last minute again! (We really need to stop that habit.) But I realize that I actually did work on writing the entire day-mostly cover letters and fixing up my resume. Did I mention I'm looking for work? XD Ahem. Well here's one of the emails I sent to a job application, as an example and proof: Thank you so much for this opportunity as well as your time and consideration. As a complete novice, want-to-be copywriter, I will have to admit that my work experience is zero. My self-confessed flair for writing is probably as well-evidenced as the rest of the internet’s attempts at “writing”. I don’t know how to sell with words, I’m not even sure what it means to write copy that’s targeted at a market (although I’ve been reading some very thick books to learn how). Worse still, my compooter skills are lacking. I cannot HTML, I cannot photoshop. My DSLR photograph...

Second Prompt Generator  just for your reference. I'll update the previous post with the other generator. That one gave a sentence, but this one is apparently a whole different ballgame. That's a lot of words. Not the word count, but the detail in the prompt. I feel like I hit the mother load, but also that I accidentally kicked an iron plate I mistook for soft cotton.* Oh boi. Start! The umbrella was a state-of-the-art, one-of-a-kind, several-hyphens-in-description, item. It was hauntingly gorgeous, the delicate ribs carved lovingly from a single tusk of ivory. The grains were exactly aligned such that they fitted seamlessly into one another, creating a vision of harmony and beauty. The canopy was made from the highest-grade mulberry silk, hand-dyed and painted with a cheerful landscape complete with a radiating sun in the center. It was just as effective as a parasol as it was the traditional umbrella, and ensured full coverage and ultraviolet protection. In fact, t...

I've fallen on desperate times, I have writer's block. This is not new, but I've found the perfect answer! (It's desperation and you know what they say...) This  is the first generator I found. Random Prompt Generator number 1: Call me Sydney, or I'll tell them the truth. O.o So what do I call you if I want you to tell the truth? Dysney? Yendys? (I've just realized how flexible this name is in terms of anagrams.) And...Start! Sydney was a compulsive liar, which was why his parents had a hard time understanding him. They weren't sure when he developed this habit, but they were convinced that it was just a phase. He was only 16 years old, still growing and becoming more and more exposed to society. They were quite angry that he was always lying so much to them but felt that if they gave him some time and space he would eventually tire of this farce and revert back to his old, truth-telling self. They were quite the experienced couple and had plenty...

I wish there was a proper format for writing a blog post, but there’s none. How frustrating, but no, no I take it back. It’s actually awesome, because there are hundreds and thousands of different writing styles out there and all of them work! That’s an amazing thing and something of an encouragement, because my style right now is just no-brain-to-mouth-filter style. Will it work? I suppose that’s how I learn. But I won’t learn if I don’t write, right? So yes, this is another pointed reminder to myself to actually put in the effort and write. (Please do excuse the Lasseiz Faire manner in which I’m writing. I’m not entirely certain how to write a public yet personal post. Yet!) I suppose I should do some self-introduction on the net, even though there’s loads of viewers out there who are probably google-fu senseis and ninjas. My most public profile with the same username is at fanfiction.net, where I write fanfiction of various movies/games/manga. Hello from the other side to a...

Okay, okay, it's already 4:16PM and I've been idling my time instead of writing something. No, no, get up! It's obviously going to be a gigantic, horrendous flop if I'm already flaking out on the first day!!! So yes, even if I'm going to write like a stupid little note to myself in public to scold the crap out of me, I'm going to write it! And I'm not going to pull out something from my "already written" folders just to pretend I wrote something for the day. Nope, that's not going to fly, me! So don't be lazy! Instead, I'm going to post this so that everyone can kick me out of this funk and scold me if I fail to post my promised article (this doesn't count either!!!) and then I'm going to dive right into planning out a piece of writing. Story/article/whatever. I'm going to write myself out of this daze! (Please don't actually kick the crap out of me) See you again at...7PM. Coz dinner is at 7:30PM and I just know...