crystal.lightning's Journal

I am a bad, bad person. I am now working on a new story, tentatively titled Withering Heart. I'm still kinda working on The Last File but it's going slowly.

Have you ever wanted to write a story, but didn't feel like you could do it? Have you written a story, but you want someone's opinion (or maybe even their editing skills) before you post it somewhere where it can be read? Well, now's your chance.

I am now open to a collaboration project! If you want to write a story with me, and then post it on some my account, your account, or a joint account; on quizilla or fanfiction.net, now is the time to contact me! Simply email me with your idea, or the request for collaboration, and we'll work it all out.

(Did I convince you I'm some one important? Well, really I just want to write a story with some one. You?)

P.S.
Yes, I am still working on The Last File, but I want to do other things as well. Don't worry, little darlings.

COMING SOON
The Last File
(An AU Harry Potter Story)
It is late 1998. Voldemort has returned to power, and rules the magical world with an iron fist. Ashley, the young wife of a Death Eater, finds rolls of parchment hidden under the floorboards in her house. Curious, she reads them whenever her husband leaves the house.

They tell the story of how Voldemort gained his power, from the resister’s side of the story.

Written in the point of view of Sirius Black, it tells the story of what would have happened if Harry’s parents had survived that night in Godric’s Hollow.

By the way, don't bother helping me with my plot bunny problems, or anything.
;)

I've currently gotten the idea for two new characters (which is my problem--the characters always come before the plot line) and I need a plot to go. The characters are twins, a girl and a boy, both in Gryffindor. I need some inspiration for the plot. I'd like it if it was set in book five or six, but really anywhere. They boy would be more of my main character, since I've never used a boy as a main character. They would be in Ginny's year, younger than Harry'n'them. Any help would be appreciated, thanks.

If you take you mind, and put it on a piece of paper, what do you get? A painting, or a drawing, or a sketch, or a story? How does the mind work that you can put things dwn like that, but nothing come of it? How can one person want to write so much that it hurts them, but nothing comes out? How is it that they can only write in the middle of the night, when they should be sleeping but don't want to? Hw can so many ideas swirl around their head, but none of them ever make it to the paper?

Shouldn't you be able to write down anything you want? To allow the words to flow from your mind to your hand, and out the pen in a steady flow of smooth ink. That is what I want to do. But the words won't come. Oh, writing something like this is easy, because the words are fully formed in my head, ready to be pushed onto the computer screen by my fingers. It is writing a story that I find so difficult.

I can see pictures, glorious pictures, in my head, the story lines playing out like movies. The characters spring fully formed from my mind, like Athena from Zeus, and start speaking to me, to each other, informing everyone who will listen who they are and what they are doing. But they go nowhere. They stay and quiet themselves until all I can here is a steady thrum of voices, none louder than the other, none distiguishable.

When a character fights its way out of the throng of voices, and demands to be put on some paper, or into the computer, I try to comply, but I can't! All that comes out is broken fragments, random quotes and bits of discriptions piled together into chaos. And the character is lost.

You'll be pleased to know that my mood is gone. I went to see Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire yesterday, and then again this afternoon. It's bloody brilliant.

Also, a good book to read is Being Dead by Vivian Vande Velde. It's several short stories about ghosts, and what I've read sounds pretty good.

I'm in such a horrid mood right now. It isn't that I feel bad, or have PMS, or anything. I just...I don't know. I think I'm still healing from all of the family time over Christmas. I'm lathargic. I took an hour-long shower this afternoon when I usually only take fifteen or twenty minute ones.

I'm trying to write a story right now, but it's depressing me. Most of it takes place during Order of the Phoenix, which is not my favourite book. I think my main character, Lexa, is a Mary Sue, which I hate. But I love my story line so much, I don't want to let it drop. But I can't make it come out! I think I'm going to write the big scenes, the ones I have in my head, and then connect them all together, but I don't know how that'll come off. Arg!

What I really want to do is lay down and sleep for a few hours, but I know that if I tried, I wouldn't be able to sleep. I hate feeling like this. At the beginning, it's okay, because I feel as if anything could happen if only I knew the right words. But I never do, so this happens.

I'll let you know what happens tomorrow.

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