Hiya, and welcome to my Dog-Log. hmmm, this space is mainly going to be used as a spring board, or a place to put my write count/story ideas/whatever i feel like at that moment in time. so, sit back, enjoy the ride, and try not to puke on the seats... just had them cleaned.
Oh, I should tell you what I’m working on hmm? Well, here they are.
The first main idea is all about Draven, my interstellar star-ship commander. This take’s place in, what else? Space! The idea is pretty simple; he’s been dead for over two years, frozen solid when his ship crash-landed into a giant ice-ball. He’s brought back to life after two of his crew, the two that managed to get away, find him for the armada called, the republic. Of course, he fight’s down other races of alien’s, humans, gather’s an entirely new crew to help him out, and even end’s up getting an assistant to take over if he ever died. The most notable thing about Draven is his smoking habit, let alone the fact that he’s a womanizer. (He does end up sleeping with every female crew member at some point) and he can’t take anything seriously for more than a minute, two at tops.
The next is about my half-demon angel called Dravence. This is nothing more than his diary, simply showcasing his entire life.
The last is about my god. Yes, my god. His name’s donut, god of trickery and the souls of children, he’s also the first god in the world of Kilra, being the head of them all. This one is all him and his lover, and the misadventure’s they keep getting into. (His lover’s name is Toast, another goddess of the realm.)
I also write whatever I feel like into short stories, so always keep me tuned in. see you around guys!
not even out of the writing starting gate, and there's already something wrong. i ended up gettin my hand stabbed yesterday, nothing "write" threatening. (ha.) but unless i pre-write the word's slowly, i can't post anything just yet -_-.
woe is life, where's that kool-aid XD
in brighter news, it was nothing life threatening, i ended up trying to stop a fight and got my hand sliced is all, so ya.
that'd be it, laters.
Oh, I should tell you what I’m working on hmm? Well, here they are.
The first main idea is all about Draven, my interstellar star-ship commander. This take’s place in, what else? Space! The idea is pretty simple; he’s been dead for over two years, frozen solid when his ship crash-landed into a giant ice-ball. He’s brought back to life after two of his crew, the two that managed to get away, find him for the armada called, the republic. Of course, he fight’s down other races of alien’s, humans, gather’s an entirely new crew to help him out, and even end’s up getting an assistant to take over if he ever died. The most notable thing about Draven is his smoking habit, let alone the fact that he’s a womanizer. (He does end up sleeping with every female crew member at some point) and he can’t take anything seriously for more than a minute, two at tops.
The next is about my half-demon angel called Dravence. This is nothing more than his diary, simply showcasing his entire life.
The last is about my god. Yes, my god. His name’s donut, god of trickery and the souls of children, he’s also the first god in the world of Kilra, being the head of them all. This one is all him and his lover, and the misadventure’s they keep getting into. (His lover’s name is Toast, another goddess of the realm.)
I also write whatever I feel like into short stories, so always keep me tuned in. see you around guys!
Dec.12.10.
not even out of the writing starting gate, and there's already something wrong. i ended up gettin my hand stabbed yesterday, nothing "write" threatening. (ha.) but unless i pre-write the word's slowly, i can't post anything just yet -_-.
woe is life, where's that kool-aid XD
in brighter news, it was nothing life threatening, i ended up trying to stop a fight and got my hand sliced is all, so ya.
that'd be it, laters.
