As I stated in my last post, my own original stories have taken a backseat as inspiration for those stories has drained away for the time being. Until I can once again envelop myself in my own characters and their worlds and stories, I have dedicated all my energy to the creation of “fanart”, which is not a new concept, but it gives me the incentive to write and draw to my heart’s content whilst exploring my favorite characters from fiction. Right now, I’ve transformed into a freakish Star Wars fan, namely because of the new Star Wars movies coming out recently. So, please sit back and take a look at some of the stuff I’ve drawn lately that is all about Star Wars 😉 :
Strike the match, strike the match now
We’re a perfect match, perfect somehow
We were meant for one another
Come a little closer
Flame you came to me
Fire meet gasoline
-“Fire meet Gasoline” by Sia
How about a sappy post now? A sappy post about pairings in film/TV/literature whose stories and development strike me as compelling. Even if not much development has happened yet (*cough* Kylo *cough* Ren), I still look forward to seeing how their relationship progresses. But most of them have come to fruition and I would call these my “one true pairings”. Yes, it’s possible to have multiple “OTPs”. You must know that in real life I come up with ship names for my friends and their significant others. It is a great source of entertainment, especially to tease my friend/family member. 😉
And some of these couples may surprise you. You may think, “Geez, this girl goes for the dark romances!”
True, true. Most of the time I am drawn to the stories that promise the most development, change, and redemption. Give me a broken human who finds light in another, who is guided back to the right path and strives to care for and love this special person. That special person changes them, alters them forever, and the old way of life becomes like a ball and chain. I like to consider myself an optimist. And yes, maybe a tad idealistic. But I love to see the person in the light (which to me represents God’s goodness and mercy) lift the one crumbling in darkness out of despair and into hope. Is this cheesy?
For some reason I find it extremely inspiring, heart-wrenching, and dear. These are the romances I adore, the ones I hope will happen, the pairings I see so much promise in as a part of the larger picture of the story.
And ironically, a good many of the pairings below contain an NF personality type-which is, one of my own kind, since I’m an INFP, in myers-brigg typology. I will share the characters’ types as well.
Note: Yes, I know I’ve done this before, but this is the list that contains the most gripping sorts of relationships. Also, expect this to be a semi-long post.
The Phantom (Erik) [INFJ] and Christine [INFP]
The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux
I read Susan Kay’s novel, Phantom several years ago, and it was probably among my favorites. It was probably melodramatic, in retrospect, but I believe it captured the Gothic elements of the actual story. It truly is a Gothic story, pretty legendary in musical history. The Phantom of the Opera is a dark fairytale, and it follows the trope of “Death and the Maiden.” Christine wears white, a sign of her innocence, and the Phantom is the “Angel of Music” who teaches her how to become a legendary singer. But this Angel is a jealous teacher. And that is the setup for the rest of the story, which entails Christine slowly discovering the warped ideals and damaged nature of her Angel of Music. Both Leroux’s original novel and Susan Kay’s book reveal the layers of pain and hurt and lack of healthy development of Erik, the Phantom. While some would argue that is going out to justify his actions, I believe it is showing a man who since childhood has seen the worst side of humanity. Christine is his idealized project, his very own piece of humanity that is untouched by the cruelty he has always known. She shows him that she has the strength to live selflessly, and it seems like her name is meant to hint at her Christ-like grace and compassion. She chooses to sacrifice herself so Raoul, the man who is trying to court her, can be freed from Erik’s lair. He realizes how truly selfless she is and surrenders her, however much pain it costs him. Yes, he is a damaged soul seeking to grab at whatever comfort he desires. But he learns. He surrenders. He lays down his own need ultimately for Christine.
Kylo Ren (INFP) and Rey (ISTP)
Star Wars: The Force Awakens
Probably one of my favorites. I honestly didn’t even realize the potential for a relationship between these two at first. During the first viewing with my family, my cousin and sister started cracking up because they saw Kylo Ren as extremely ugly. And then I saw a piece of Reylo fan art on the internet a couple weeks later and the realization slammed into me. This could really be a fantastic thing, Kylo Ren the prodigal son of Leia and Han. I never got much into Star Wars until these two. The dynamic and chemistry between Rey and Kylo Ren is definitely there. This story has the potential for a Beauty and the Beast twist that would lead to the redemption of Kylo Ren. I believe the force bond that is probably developing between them will become evident in the next two films. And I sincerely hope they aren’t cousins. But it looks like that theory is null. Here’s to hoping Rey is a Kenobi. 😉
Daryl Dixon (ISTP) and Beth Greene (INFP)
The Walking Dead (AMC)
Well. This show has succeeded in rattling me to the core. It’s absolutely tragic and shows us how humans can survive despite all odds. It seems to be a much more intense version of LOST, plus the walking dead. But these two. These two have a unique sort of relationship. While it was never officially called a romantic relationship, what existed between Beth and Daryl was pure, subtle, and emotionally shaking. They are “two sides of the same coin”–she reminds him there is good in the world still and he teaches her to face reality, to toughen up in order to make it in the world. And that is such a beautiful thing between two people.
Sherlock Holmes (INTP) and Molly Hooper (INFJ)
Well, I’m pretty sure I started with the hardcore adoration of “shipping” when I watched Sherlock. Now, this is my opinion, but I detected a sweet connection between socially dysfunctional Sherlock and sensitive, caring Molly. They have something, there’s these shared looks and Sherlock shooting off rude comments about Molly’s various boyfriends (JEALOUS?). He always apologizes to her when he says something hurtful or insensitive, and he kisses her so tenderly on the cheek, and once on the lips! I really look forward to seeing where the series takes their relationship. I honestly think it has strong potential for being an example of somebody (Molly) bringing out the best in someone else (Sherlock). And he gives her blunt, but quite insightful, commentary on her choices in relationships and he values her hard work.
Jack Shepherd (ESTJ) and Kate Austen (ISFP)
When I saw this show a few years ago I found it to be rich in storytelling and in how it developed each individual character and their relationships with each other. But best of all, I found a new OTP. Jack and Kate. They complete each other. They are both haunted by their pasts, they both seek to restart on the Island. And in each other they discover a friend, confidante, and eventually love. Complicated, tough, and unbreakable love. Theirs is a roller-coaster relationship. But in the end, they understand that they need one another. They survive together, and they go on together to face whatever J.J. Abrams throws at them. 🙂
A recent questionnaire caught my attention, and I decided to just go for it, albeit the fact that I have been scarce, and sometimes I wonder if when I’ll ever get back to writing regularly, with a passion. I think the desire to create stories lies dormant within me, waiting to rouse and spin a shelf of stories. But right now, I think this tag will remind me of why I love to write, who I am as a writer, et cetera. Feel free to join in. I want to read your responses. Comment if you decide to do it! 🙂
- How many years have you been writing? When did you officially consider yourself a ‘writer’? I have been writing since I was about four, but my earliest stories were more like visual storyboards–I remember way back then I would scribble on page after page in my sketchbooks, “fan-fiction/art” of my favorite Founding Fathers and Moses and Disney characters. My favorite book characters took a huge part of these early comics. I think I officially began to write when I was about seven, starting with some stories based on the American Girl Kaya, the Nez Perce girl . . . (obviously I’ve always had a strong preference for historical fiction). My best friend Kayla and I wrote about the eponymous Kaya and her own character “Rayla”, both native American girls whose adventures we scrawled on stacks of notebook paper. I kept on writing, and became an avid fan of mystery stories, like Nancy Drew, Detectives and Togas and Mystery of the Roman Ransom (both by Henry Winterfeld), and the Mandie series. It was during this time, from around age 9-11, that I realized that writing meant something to me and it was something I wanted to do forever.
- How/why did you start writing? I really wanted to relive all of my favorite books, because the characters became so real to me. I couldn’t just close them up and put them back on the shelf. I went back to them, dwelt on them and their stories, and I tried to keep them alive in my own writings, usually “fan-fiction” of these works. I loved history. George Washington, Paul Revere, Lafayette, the Ancient Romans and Greeks . . . all the books I read began to filter into a creative drive, and I started to write, typing in Word 2000 on my parents’ old computer, until another family member kicked me off if I overstayed my computer time. 🙂
- What’s your favorite part of writing? The intimacy of it. I absolutely love to envision the expressions and speech and mannerisms of the people I write about–I feel like I’m really there, seeing all of it, knowing these people. Reading has the same effect, which is probably why I decided to create stories to read. I love the fact that when I write historical fiction, I am sort of time-travelling to a different era, knowing people I would never meet otherwise.
- What’s your biggest writing struggle? Ahem, the finishing part is ALWAYS a challenge. I usually lose momentum after the early chapters, but I intend to force myself to finish some older projects soon.
- Do you write best at night or day? Definitely at night. Less distractions, less noise and obligations to fulfill when everyone is asleep and I’m supposed to be asleep as well. 😉
- What does your writing space look like? (Feel free to show us pictures!) I try to write at my desk as often as possible (or else work on school and art), but most of the time I write in my bed before I go to sleep.
- How long does it typically take you to write a complete draft? Six months to a year, sometimes 2. The only two books I’ve completed are a novella, Intertwined Destinies, and a novel, The Wish. I’m pretty sure the first one took about half-a-year and the other one around a year.
- How many projects do you work on at once? Umm, three? Sometimes more. It depends. I have been working on the same things the past year.
- Do you prefer writing happy endings, sad ones, or somewhere in between? Bittersweet ones are a fair in-between, and definitely the most satisfying for me. I like to be both melancholy and happy . . . how very complicated of me!
- List a few authors who’ve influenced your writing journey. L.M. Montgomery-inspired me to change my style and overall story-lines, and her subtlety of writing permeates her tales in impressive ways. C.S. Lewis, David Nevin, Dostoevsky, Harper Lee, and Margaret Mitchell, and lots of history books . . . all of these have played a major part in my development as a writer
- Do you let people read your writing? Why or why not? Sometimes. Lately, no, because I have been highly unproductive and the little that I do write is a historical fantasy alternate-universe fiction which I would prefer to keep under wraps. 🙂
- What’s your ultimate writing goal or dream? Definitely to become published, and to direct/write/script movies, specifically movies associated with American history (or any other favorite historical people/times) and possibly be a writer and producer for animated films.
- If you didn’t write, what would you want to do? Simply be the best artist I can possibly be, explore the animation field, work as a political activist (I mean, get hands-on, not simply write impassioned articles).
- Do you have a book you’d like to write one day but don’t feel you’re ready to attempt it yet? Several, actually. :’)
- Which story has your heart and won’t let go? Definitely Fortis Corde (Strong Hearts) . . . this one is very dear to me, perhaps since I’ve invested so much emotional energy into it. And besides that, I absolutely love the time period in American history where it is set. It is a very Washington Irving-esque story and something so haunting and rustic about it that i don’t want to give it up. I’m not sure if I’m ready to write it, but I definitely want to finish it someday soon.
I managed to subscribe to the new Autodesk Sketchbook and it is pretty nice! I have more to post of art, but if you are interested, I post some of it also on my tumblog.
The first picture features from left to right: Diana, some random girl who has a weird nose XD, and Meriwether Lewis looking pretty moody. The black and white sketches are of Meriwether Lewis with black hair rather than brown, simply because I have read books which portray him with either fair, brown, or dark hair. It gives me artistic license to experiment with his hair coloring. Ha.
I CANNOT wait until I start at UD and get some real anatomy classes. I’ve only taken “art appreciation” which offers hardly any help in this respect, thus my tragic proportions in human figures. 😦 😦
Partially inspired by adventures in the highly illuminating Omnibus series, I find myself drifting back towards writing fiction. Like I said, yes, I am doing The Writing Month thingy this year. Finally. But still, I procrastinate and write about OTHER things BESIDES this imminent project that shall be here in like . . . gosh . . . 12 days. There is a blog thing going around in regards to the endeavors of National Novel Writing Month. One of my favorite blogs called Further up and Further In is hosting Beautiful Books, a project designed to provoke thoughts and questions concerning the novels. My answers to their questions should be here soon. In the meantime, have a short story meant to be expanded on in my WIP, Heaven’s Sight.
The corners of Father O’Connor’s mouth curled slightly as he peered down at the paper in Anton’s hands. “Well,” he murmured, bending down a bit more. “What a work is this! What a work indeed.”
“My sketch,” Anton said tremulously. He forced himself to look straight up into the priest’s face. His eyes revealed that skittish anxiety which one could notice almost immediately when looking at him.
“Yes, my lad. That is quite a sketch. It is a wonder!”
Anton’s stricken features suddenly relaxed—an infinitesimal bit.
“You needn’t look as if I’m ‘bout to rap you o’er your knuckles, lad,” Father O’Connor sighed, and then laughed. He ruffled the boy’s dark curls, with a full-fledged grin spreading out his mouth. “I was in a good mind to when I called you to stay here, but I don’t believe Michelangelo’s teacher would have done that, if Michelangelo was working those marvelous hands o’ his.”
Anton sat in twitching silence, clasping and unclasping his own damp hands.
Father O’Connor laughed again. “Aye, lad! I will send you on your way now. You’re lookin’ a wee peaked now, and I believe you’ve been punished enough, by your own doing. And I’d be mighty pleased to see if you have a book of these sketches hidden away somewhere.”
“Oh, Father!” Anton burst out at last, terror etched sharply in his features. “I won’t ever draw in class again! I won’t! I won’t!”
“Hush, now. None of this. If you fear that I will seize your sketchbook, you have me quite wrong. Nothing of that sort shall come about, I am only desperately curious to have a look at your pictures.”
Anton, pleadings burning on his tongue, sat in heavy silence. A flicker of worry sent a faint chill through the priest. He laid his hand gently on Anton’s fist. “There, there, my lad,” he said softly, “you mustn’t be afraid of me. Or of anyone else here. What a blessing it is that you should be here now, reading books, learning, safe and warm with everything a lad could need! ‘Tis a fine blessing, Mother Mary’s benediction for you.”
Anton did not stir or speak. So Father O’Connor continued. “And I only asked to see your pictures, for I find you do a splendid job of it, a real dandy hand you have. You must have many a reason to thank heaven—”
His words might have been sparks to a bed of straw. Anton’s eyes took on an uncanny frigid brilliance. “Heaven hasn’t given me anything,” he said simply.
Father O’Connor’s eyebrows leapt up his forehead, and his mouth tightened at once. “Crikey, lad! What do you mean by that?”
“I mean,” said Anton still in that frank, slow tone, “That I haven’t ever heard or seen anything from Heaven good. Nothing will.”
“One does not see or hear a divine thing, my son. It is something beyond that. Beyond the tangible and the reasonable. And indeed, nothing is ever wholly good on this earth—that is only material. What is in it—that is the beautiful substance of life.”
But Anton had stood, his limber young figure akin to a healthy sapling. Father O’Connor let his tongue rest, even as he clasped his hands. He watched Anton silently gather his things, noting the masked expression—not even an expression, but some new hardness.