Writing Tip Below Video

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    'Sup?

    I'm in a great mood today (well, night...  By the time I typed this out it'd turned night).  Still in a great mood.  My cloud of depression is completely gone.  I plan on going for a walk soon - I love those walks.

    Not to mention I've lost like 8-10-15 lbs... I'm not sure (didn't weight at the beginning).  I hadn't planned to drop weight.

    I planned to eat better and because of a job I could afford to do that.  Now, I tons of energy, have dropped weight - and my work uniform swallows me.  Even my belt is too small.  I never thought I'd experience a thing like that.  My weight's been a struggle.

    I haven't been obese, but 20-30 lbs over my weight to height ratio.  So-

    Yay - I'm finally healthy and in shape.  I've even considered starting to run because I have so much more energy and higher endurance now.  Working out can be agonizing at first, but once you hit a curve - it does get easier - and I just fell in to mine.  It was a lovely accident - I'm definitely not complaining about it.

    Any who...

    Enough about me-

Video

Rihanna, Beyoncé, Nicki Minaj - Pose in Formation ft. Beyoncé, Nicki Minaj (Explicit)

    I found this video from Auto Play on YouTube, which is how I find most of them.  And - *explosion - mind blown.  It's a fan made video crossover mash up, but it's one of the most amazing things I've ever experienced.  The music sinks in to your skin.  You don't know rather to do interpretive dance, rap, do opera, shoot something up, twirk it, be all up in someone's face, swaying to the music, watching a scifi movie... and more.  Press Play Now - and close your eyes.

    What'cha Thank?  Mm?  Amazing, right?  Kudos is nothing compared to what the maker of this video deserves.

    Entirely Hypnotic.

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Writing Tip

Going With Your First Thoughts - instead of editing while you write.

    -Yesterday, I wrote about Not Editing While you Write and today I'm giving you two examples on how to do that.

My Very Blog - This - That you're reading - is an example of writing without editing.

    I'm not saying it hasn't been edited, but that's just tightening it up.

    Everything else though is all me - the way I talk - my personality.  I just be honest when I write instead of editing in my mind-

    -I go with the first thought I have and not leave it until it's filtered down to fifth thoughts.  I've done that before and all I ended up with was what I thought people wanted to read.  I left myself off the page.

    The same can be done w/Fiction and Non-Fiction.

How?

    The upcoming first example is non-fiction and me expressing myself to you (I'm going to share something true about myself and give you a genuine edit/fear/freak out edit once again, I'm afraid you'll think I'm crazy and run away - but here goes:

Let My Personal Horror Story Teach You How To Write

Non-Fiction [Filtered Down To Fifth Thoughts]

    I once had a bad reaction to psych meds.  I hallucinated, but didn't see any thing.  I just felt it... this... thing coming afer me.

-End

    That's it?

    Yup.

[The Filtered Down To Fifth Thoughts Version]

    Not cool, huh?

    You expected more... detail...?  Disturbing stuff - or (you weren't sure what to expect, but expected more).  You are so disappointed.

    That is how your readers feel when you don't go with first thoughts, and be the honest you (In non-fiction).

[Non-Edited Honest Version]

    I don't remember how long I'd been taking Limotrigen (not sure of the spelling - blah) (for Rapid Cycling Bipolar Type I Disorder).  And I had been sleeping.  At the time I'd been sharing a room with my friends kids, and sleeping on a mattress onthe floor.  See, when I sleep - without sleeping pills - my mind doesn't shut off - even when I'm fully asleep.  My thoughts race so much that I want to scoop my brain out with a spoon... or a spork.

    I find sporks amusing.  Come on - a spoon and a fork together and the little teeth on the end look adorable.  Yeah, I know I know.  I probably shouldn't say stuff like that out loud, but - oh wel.  It's out there.

    Wouldn't be the first time I've said it - probably won't be the last.  Moving on.  I felt this sense of fear and it overwhelmed me.  I could feel the absolute dark of the night in my whole body.  My fear - that thing - woman - I couldn't see - scared me to death.

    Just the sensing her.

    I actually screamed and started crawling backwards away from it (first time ever having this vivid of an attack) and she came after me.  Yet again - I didn't see this.  I was in a pure dark room.  I was being paranoid (major) and came out of sleep panicking.  And I know it wasn't real, but every fiber in my body felt like it was.

    I have never been so afraid in my life - I don't think.  How do you compare panic attacks?  I've had several - and I'm pretty sure i was me adjust to the medication.

    Anyway, I felt her coming after me, crawlling after me, reaching one arm towards me.  I didn't have a sense she was going to do anything, but logic and panic together equals:  Not good, monster, future pain, soul demon, bone breaking, cold clammy skin, panic panic panic panic - with big blinking signs - while still being in the dark.  Luckily the kids weren't there that weekend and my friend is hard of hearing, nearly deaf in one ear and I didn't have to explain why I was screaming and freaking out from a non existant monster.  I even got the image of her turning her head at an animal like angle with dark - lifeless eyes - ugh

*Mental freak out - stranger-danger-stranger-danger-!

    Anywho - there you go - unedited version.  And thank Got that the medication can make the panic attack (racing thoughts, over active mind) stop.  It calms me down if I take an extra half, and usually I can go right back to sleep.

    Ho-ly crap.

    Yup.

    Welcome to my life.

    Fun.

Now - for the Fiction Version:

    My story becomes ori...gin...al...? Wait...  It's already original.  So, does turning it fiction make it - Original original...?  XP 

    Just kidding.  Who cares.  Moving on.  Ok ok, bad joke.

[Filtered Down To Fifth Thought Version]

    She scooted away and screamed.  It was going to get her.   ......

    This filtered down version is not going any where, because the more I try to edit it, the more I want to edit it... and... I just can't - haha - or I won't get any where.  But now you see how frustrating it is when you want to write something, and can't, because you won't quit editing while you write.  I just presented a prime example.  Frustration - Annoyance - Unproductivity - Ugh.  

[Unfiltered Version]

    The night felt wicked, the dark pulsed on her skin - in it.  Nightmare had become reality.

    Screaming wasn't really her bag - at least - while being afraid of something.  It took something mental, something not real, but this-

    -something that had come from and radiated from inside her to make her scream.  To make her feel fear enough to scream.  To make her feel.  She crawled back like a cat hissing at a dog, but without an ounce of the ability to defend herself.

    This non-existant she-beast, in her minds eye - resembling so many asian monsters of darkness she'd seen in movies or anime's.  She'd become the intended victim of every single one at once - with no escape.

    "Break my bones," she thought.  "They - she - it - will. Pain."

    A flash of red in her vision - not real.

    Pain muscle memory - not real.

    "Not there not there," she remembered a man saying in a movie as two dead women talked to him, while he ate a candy bar.  His nose had been too big for his face, his glasses to.  His mother had been the bane of existence to any one who met her.  She'd loved him dearly and died for her obsession.  Not by him.

    He'd been creepy, but not the bad guy.

    Scream.

    It reached for her and she curled, having no where to go.

    Tears pricked her eyes and she the light.

    Nothing, just like she'd thought.  Not real.  Not there.  Never been this afraid.  Did any one hear - no they weren't here either.  Not here.

    Thank God.

    Being alone while thinking you're going to die - not cool.  Dying alone - also not cool.

    She hoped it never happened, as she dug her pills out of her purse.  She took a half and kept the light on until the panic faded.  Her heart beat normal, she'd stopped shaking.  She miraculously slept like a baby after that exhilirating experience.  Who gets to say they'd gone through something so vivid and unreal, got to experience the grueling reality of it - and survived to tell the tale?

    Her, that's who.

    Mwahahahaha.

BAM - End.

    What'cha think?

    Haha.

    I didn't plan that.  It poured out of me.  And it sounds so real, like what I went through.  How I felt, what I thought.  Before, during, after.

*shivers.  I scare myself sometimes - it still scares me... ugh... there you go.

Do with it what you will.  I'd love to hear how it turns out.  You can leave examples in the Comment Section or PM them to me.  ^_^

Until Tomorrow,

~ Demitria_Teague