writing Thoughts before writing

[Ferret Girl 2,642]

I remember, a long time ago, when things in my life wern't complicated, and life seemed to make sense. But this story isn't about me, no, it involves so much more than my simple story. Ah yes, but this raises a question of, rather grave, importance. Just where should I begin?

 

Oh, to begin... I suppose that it is necessary, after all, were we not told that all stories without a doubt require a beginning and an end? All things that society indicates, points towards that conclusion. But no, I refuse. Be it I may, a rebel, untraditional, or perhaps even a heretic. I dissmiss those words.

 

I will attempt to adhere my own view on the world. Yes, my view. One of a narrative nature, containing views of one who would consider himself a poet. With such views I will embark on a trip through perils unnamed, and unfathomable. Perhaps in such a sense, my stories will be unoriginal, mere conversions of minds greater than mine, and whose words were present long before I was. I hope not, and at the same time, I truly hope so.

 

So I go back to my point, the beginning of this story. Not sure, just quite how to begin. I wait anxiously for the day in which I can write as that of a great mind. Fascination that will consume my mind, I wil become obssessed with my story, one that is not only my own, long before I am done.

 

I am awaiting eagerly... Oh so eagerly.

 

 

 

-David favret

 

 

(Pre thought processes)

[Arcanel 3,041]

As a man who happens to loves writing, your feelings seem to be quite direct when involving in the beautiful art of poetry, for example. Indeed. It has been said many times that imagination is humanity's only limit. And I believe that statement to be quite true. But that is beauty of it in itself. We do not know the limits of it. And with it, we don't know how much it can be stretched. Thus, it' is only us who decide how much do we indulge.

 

Writing never has an end. Because where it starts...where it ends...it matters not. Our only desire, should be that of what we are indulging. They may call us unlogical, with lack of sanity or reason, but it is not important. For they are missing one of the greatest feelings in existance. That of freedom...and that of a lack of end. Because there's nothing more magnificent, than work on something, that matters not where it ends nor when it starts. It will be only us who put our works to an end....and to let ourselves watch the magic of words flow freely, is one of the biggest sentiments on them all.

 

 

 

That was my (probably poor) attempt at responding at you with a more poetical response. I've seen the things you wrote before, and I must say, I like it a lot. Though, to be completely honest, such thoughts pre-writing escape me. Just indulging myself in letting my feelings out resumes it quite better.

[Ferret Girl 2,642]

That was my (probably poor) attempt at responding at you with a more poetical response. I've seen the things you wrote before, and I must say, I like it a lot.

I must thank you for taking the time to respond. You actually did quite well in your response, as it strengthened the message behind these "pre-thoughts".

[Arcanel 3,041]

I must thank you for taking the time to respond. You actually did quite well in your response, as it strengthened the message behind these "pre-thoughts".

 

And I thank you for the thank you. To be honest, I like writing poetry from time to time, and sometimes, while doing random poems in the General Chat Thread, Berry Pie told that I could probably see your work. And right he was. I had seen this before, but because I had to leave early, I didn't want to write a half-baked response. No, that would have been an insult. So I took my time yesterday to properly write an answer that would have suited this. And I'm glad that you liked it.

[Ferret Girl 2,642]

And I thank you for the thank you. To be honest, I like writing poetry from time to time, and sometimes, while doing random poems in the General Chat Thread, Berry Pie told that I could probably see your work. And right he was. I had seen this before, but because I had to leave early, I didn't want to write a half-baked response. No, that would have been an insult. So I took my time yesterday to properly write an answer that would have suited this. And I'm glad that you liked it.

 

And I thank you for thanking me saying thank you.

 

Oh... Berry Pie sent you huh.... I should have known

Now I have to go tackle him and hold him down while relentlessly say thank you and hug the life out of him for having people read my work.

Edited October 26, 2012 by TheBronyHeart