Havent updated for a while since I know that no one is actually reading anything…
I took drawing classes and so far, my progress have been nothing but miserable and I can only blame myself – trying to balance work, studies and the gym. Another thing is that I should probably hit the books. Aside from hardware and networking books, I have not read much lately.
I tried cutting the gym off but that made me gain 10 pounds. I was so surprised.
The house was in a mess – the Christmas tree was still in the living room even though it was spring and on the couch was laying a man who was sleeping with a little kid on the top of him.
The alarm turned on and was buzzing loudly.
“Time to get up sweetie.”
The father, trying to be a responsible adult, woke up and lifted her daughter who is half asleep.
She rubbed her small face tried to hide her face with her hands.
Without any effort, she was lifted to the bathroom and was given her toothbrush
“Come on. Get ready”
A small creaking noise was heard.
“Excuse me. Is there anyone inside?”
The father peeked outside through the planks of wood that were fixed on the window.
“I need help.”
It was a young woman.
Out of her shadows, a few men appeared.
“Daddy. What’s happening?”
The young girl walked to his dad while rubbing her eyes.
“Come here, princess. Just don’t talk too loud, okay?”
The three men behind the woman were worn out but something stood out. They had black spots on their bodies. They were no longer living humans but ghouls.
The young father grabbed his daughter’s hand; without any weapons, he could only save one of them but was there anything else he could do?
“A dark hero, a lonesome character which is strong. The main hero was…”
“That does not sound right…”
A young man in jersey adjusted his glasses and looked back at his sheet of papers.
“This script sounds right to me.”
Another man, not much older than him, stole the script out of his hands.
“Look Cedric, writing a story with a dark hero is not uncommon but you cannot expect too much cliche in it.”
Cedric look at another sheet in which was drawn a character in black.
“B-But I even drew a character sheet. Also, don’t you know my motto, Julien?”
“Don’t expect me to talk about cliche with you. I am here to help you out with your webcomic. Moreover, why did you put pointy ears on your dark hero? On the top of that he has a black cap?!”
Julien was getting quite pumped up by the conversation.
The clients of the cafe in which they were, were staring at them. It was not everyday that people would bring work there and have them all over the table.
“What about a red cape? With his symbol on this chest, the symbol of h-”
Julien cut off Cedric.
“Stop! What are you Gintama? Saying these things out loud?”
A waitress came by their table.
“Excuse me guys, would you mind keep it low, please? You are disturbing the other customers.”
“Sorry, Julien gets worked up easily.” replied Cedric, laughing nervously.
“You often think when writing of the quick fox and the lazy dog and I have really no clue if I’m the only…”
– “I don’t think it makes a good start for a book, what do you think?” asked a young man to his dog who was laying down next to his master.
It left a fart out.
– “worth a million words I guess…” Says the man to himself.
He wraps the page that he just wrote in a ball and threw it to the dust bin after trying to mimic a basketball player. The paper rolled around the corner and was about to fill right in when his pet grabbed it and with its mouth full of saliva, brought it back to his master.
– “I don’t know if you are just playing around with me or maybe if you want me to play around with you. Come here”
The young man left his desk and walked out with his dog’s favourite frisbee.
You can work most your lifetime but everyone should know for your pet, you are everything in its life.
Thank you, Stitch.
I probably get more ideas that I should write or read and that may be because writing is just my way of making sure I sealing my feelings and emotions deep inside of me – not so that they can haunt me but rather so that I will be able to face them one day.
I use to think that being always positive will only help you to move on in life but the true is that it never helps. You need to balance the negativity and the positivity to become realist. There are some things never attainable while it’s impossible to change people, it’s not impossible for people to change.
Remember that time when you were pushing your work for the next day and you were giving excuses? We all went through it however only the ones that didn’t make excuses succeeded. I finally got out of this small basement and right now I am in a nice apartment with enough space for me to actually move around and not feel trapped.
I have to admit that moving out actually showed me how unprepared I was. I am currently on working on the 2nd chapter of Black Pulse which I think I might or might not change the name. The reason is simple, I don’t want people to assimilate it to other things than this manga. On the other side, I have never thought that I wouldn’t know what to write, this chapter was supposed to explore more the world that I created but we have all seen a series about multiple “meta-humans” so I want to bring something new to the table but what?
To bring Black Pulse more to life, I am planning to take a few kendo classes.
Here it is, the first chapter of Black Pulse. Honestly, I have written this chapter around 4 times from scratch in the last years. I can never be satisfied of it. For now, all it needs is a little polish and most likely, grammar revising.
I don’t know yet what I am going to do of the “Demon Of Burnaby” since for me, this series a mess-up of a lot of things that I like. I am proud of it to be in my writing universe but yet this the story is the root of this Universe.Sei Sukkaux is the root of this universe and being the point of origin, he deserves an epic story and I dont know yet if it is a good place to post spoilers here even though it is so tempting.
I have thought of writing more often lately since I have finally secured a full time job but it is quite demanding and I only get a couple of hours every day and maybe only the week-end to write. I have also wondered if there is actually somebody reading this page and if there is at least one person, I want to ask you this:
Are my stories worth turning into comics?
I have been working on Black Pulse for a while now and I am still no satisfied with the first chapter. I still haven’t captured the essence of what I want to talk about in this story. Black Pulse is a criminal, a person who would kill if ordered and yet still feels the guilt afterwards even if he does not show it. He is not compassionate and even if he would spare you if he wanted, his orders are absolute and it is not because he has been brainwashed or anything.
I wanted the role of his Father to show how parents can be misunderstood. He is scary, evil and rude but is that really what he is doing? Oh course, during all my versions of writing Black Pulse, the role of the father Black Pulse was always the role of someone who would give ruthless orders to kill and yet he shares the same goal as Black Pulse but I already spoiled a lot.
On the other side, I want to share an encounter with a friend who describe my dream to become a comics writer as a “boring career”. Just as anyone, I was offended and did not say anything else. It is true that having an office job with a good salary as a dream job for some people but yet, please don’t offend other’s dream and saying that it’s boring. I already worked hard enough to get a decent job to save money to learn drawing since I live alone. It might sound like I’m whining and it is probably the case. That means that I got to work harder so that to show them how good I am.
Ok. I did say that I am bad at drawing but I also said that I am learning. So here is something 😀