quick note: before you read, i'd just like to point out that some of the things i said are NOT meant to be taken personally. i dun mean to bash anyone or put anyone down, i'm just trying to convey my [ed-up] feelings. and PLEASE FOR THE LIFE OF ME, dun think i'm just some desperate author when you read. this is how i feel. so, if you get offended somehow--i'm sorry.

 

LEGGO!

 

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[1] How many fics have you started? (No matter how few it is, you can give yourself a pat on the back for demonstrating initiative.)

                Well. [sigh] Lemme think. If you take the ones on FF.net, plus the ones I never published, plus the Bieber ones [yes, i wrote a fanfic for him that i will never speak of again], and the ones on here, and the threeseome and the s I've never finished...that makes about 100-200...? Maybe. That's a rough estimate.

 

[2] How many fics have you completed? (Now, if it’s greater than zero, you can give yourself another pat on the back for demonstrating commitment.)

            All of them. I just haven't put them on paper, huhu. No, but srsly, about...5-10 on paper? I'm slow when it comes to typing, compared to all the other writers on here.  

 

[3] What is your very first fic? What inspired and motivated you to write it? How do you feel and what do you think about it now?

                My very first fic was a knuxadow (Knuckles x Shadow) called Knuxadow High School, though the title was not even close to what the story was about, but I didn't have it fully plotted like I do now. I was inspired by the first story (which was a Knuxadow as well) I ever read. And it was amazing, AND THE DUDE NEEDS TO FINISH IT. As for KHS, I loved it at the time and I still do, but that was terrible and short and just...terrible. Look it up if you got the balls to read utter for at least seven of twelve chapters.

 

[4] Which fic of yours do you think is the most well written? Why?

                It depends on the genre, but according to my subscribers it would probably be my Banglo fic, Pain. I don't know about that one, since I don't find myself capable of conveying angst well. [But apparently I can.] I find that I worry more about whether or not the character dwelled on too much and it made him seem like a dramatic little . But seeing as If Not For Rejection is my current obssession, I can't say much, though. Daejae's been on my mind, as well as Himup and Himjae [which are both for CosmoQueen, my lovely].

 

[5] Which fic of yours do you think is the most poorly written? Why?

                As of today, that Bieber fic. It just , okay? There's nothing I can say other than it really and I'm ashamed of writing that one. But I was, like, eleven-ish as the time so I was still testing the waters of writing. And the second one if that fic didn't exist would be Knuxadow High School, if we're choosing to get outside of AFF. The only chapter I found myself satisfied with was the one I updated a year ago, which was chapter twelve. lmao. I'm so slow.

 

[6] Which fic is your favorite out of the ones you’ve written? Why?

                As of now it's If Not For Rejection, because I've been emotionally attached to that one for a while. But, getting outside of my Daejae feels, I have no favorites. I try to become attached to all my fics, otherwise they'd more than usual. In terms of first person, I had fun writing Daehyun from Rejection and Faith from Of Crazy Chin Masks and Skinny Pale Dudes, but that's just first person so I have a little more freedom in regards to writing style. But other than that, I'm in love with all of my . I just love each fic differently. Just like a mother with more than one child. Cha! Next one.

 

[7] Which fic is your least favorite out of the ones you’ve written? Why?

               My first hetero Sonic the Hedgehog fic featuring him and Amy. I swear to ing cheese's rice I DID NOT KNOW A 'S WORTH OF GRAMMAR. Paragraphs didn't exist in my ing brain. WTF WAS WRONG WITH ME. UGH. I'm so disgusted with myself for writing something so ty and confusing. Thank God I revamped the entire thing and actually wrote a plot. So maybe I don't hate it any more. Huhu. It's really probably the Bieber one, again.

 

 

[8] Which character that you’ve written (does not have to be an OC; can be your portrayal of an idol) do you believe most closely resembles you?

                Every character that I've written resembles me in some type of way, whether it be through subtle hints or major attitude. Either way, the closest character that resembles me would definitely be my OC Faith Chong from Chin Masks. She and I share the same habits, the same responses, and sometimes even the same attitude toward lots of situations. For example, when she got into the little tangle with Yo Kim in the gym (go read the fic if you're clueles), I was thinking that off the top of my head, something I would say except it pertains to the story. But those wouldn't really be my comebacks. Hopefully that even makes sense. Eh.

 

 [9] What are the most common topics and themes that dominate your stories?

                Definitely and . Ninety percent of my fics revolve around these two topics in some way, shape, or form. But usually I find myself getting into angst, even though I balls (ew, that's really disturbing) at writing angst fics. It took me forever to capture Zelo's angst in Throwing Away the Masks for You and even then I'm still not satisfied with him. But yeah. Angst, light romance, stupid humor that I don't really think people find funny compared to other people's fics, and .

 

[10] What do you think are your strengths when it comes to writing? Be specific.

                Major strengths? Huh. That's a good question. I'd guess I'd have to say maybe writing moving stories, be they romantic or angsty. And I'm not sure whether or not my writing long chapters is a strength or a weakness...I'm still working at this category, though, huhu. Dear readers, name some of my strengths! I can't name any!

 

[11] What do you think are your weaknesses when it comes to writing? Be specific.

               Here's where I know I'll have a lengthy answer. But, hey, who doesn't?

               1. My main weakness is not staying with one idea for too long. In other words, I don't get to enjoy a fic idea for my ideal amount of time before I see or hear or do something that gives me inspiration for something else.

               2. Comments. I don't know why, but somehow I've become obsessed with the idea that comments are what I want more than anything and that comments mean the readers care about me as an author, and sometimes I lose focus of the main goal. And that's to write for myself. While I am here to cater to the [terribly dirty yet wonderful] fantasies of all the people on AFF, I should be writing more for myself than I should others. While it would be nice to have my readers stop acting like they're dead all the time and at least comment every so often [to tell me how I'm doing], I feel almost like it's hindering me from enjoying myself while writing. It doesn't make me feel nice when I can hear crickets as a response to newer chapters of mine. And I shouldn't feel that way, because I shouldn't be worrying about comments.

               3. It's easy for me to get jealous of other authors, or let's just say I'm an attention-seeking and I wantwantwant [greedy]. This sorta ties into the second weakness. I swear, it's like I scrounge for a reason to put myself down and better the other people on here when I read other fics. I always find myself getting mad when I see other authors getting more subs then me and more comments and just more everything. I feel like no one gives two s when I update a fic or even publish one. And sometimes it seems like a legit reason to get all pissy since I try and put stuff out there that hasn't ever been thought of, but my mind keeps saying "and no one cares..." when I put stuff up. [or maybe I'm just PMS-ing i can't tell :/...] I haven't learned to appreciate those who do follow my stories and I always just want more and that type of attitude towards AFF doesn't really cut it for me.

             4. I always wanted to be featured. And that in itself is just stupid of me, because [here I go again] majority of the fics I see featured are cliche and just...*gags* I'm sorry. [MY OPINION, but c'mon somebody agrees, right?]

              5. I'm a bit...full of myself? I don't know how to explain that one, but it ties in with #2&3. It's kinda like that feeling you get when you read a fic and go "tch, this person got that many subs for such a terrible story? wtf is wrong with the audience bro? i could do so much better!" And I'm pretty we all have those moments, right? Right? [insert cricket noises...] But that's where jealousy comes in and I have to put myself in check.

              6. I'm so terribly impatient with readers. Forgive me, but I am so terrible with waiting for subs. Hence why I advertise some . I always try to promote my own fics, and I don't really give the readers on here a chance to find me. Slow and steady wins the race, right? Not in my mind, unfortunately. But that should change with time. And a lot of introspection.

               7. I'm slow with updates. The I have a life is a legit reason, but it also has to do with the fact that I'm slow at typing up long chapters. Because I let them sit for about a week and I get new ideas and suddenly it seems better than what I had originally put and then it's a cycle of editting. But there's when I make the mistake as well. I upload a foreword and leave it for months before updating. No update leads to fic forgotten leads to me feeling a bit hurt [because I'm the idiot with poor planning]

               8. I try too hard to write like other popular authors, therefore I can't develop my own style of writing. I'm pretty sure a lot of other people struggle with this. I've read so many fics today that I try to copy [not literally, but make mine similar] because I love their style a lot. I haven't really given myself a good chance to hone my style into something beautiful. I try to make my fics funny and y and angsty, but sometimes it just doesn't seem me.

              9. There is no number nine. But I have a lot of other weaknesses that I don't really wanna go into. 'Cause then it gets personal rather than whatever writing is.          

 

[12] In what ways do you think you have improved since you first began writing fan fiction?

           You tell me.

               [KHS Chapter 1, First Day at High School; written sometime in 2009-10]

It was the first day of High School when Knuckles woke with a surprise by his alarm clock. "I'm up, I'm up! Shoot I'm gonna be late for the first day of high-WOAH!!!" The red red-haired idiot tumbled to the floor,"Ow, that hurt!" Knuckles got dressed and headed downstairs."OK, what's for breakfast? Uh, I think I'll just take some grapes and apple juice again." He grabbed his breakfast and ran out the door.

At the Ark (Shadow's Place)
BEEP!BEEP!BEEP!BEEP!BEE-bang! "What now?" he groaned as he slammed the snooze button and forced himself out of bed. He looked down at Earth from his silent and dark corridor,"I remember now..today was the first day of High School." He sighed started to put his clothes on. He grabbed his shoes and pushed the button on the wall to leave his room. Shadow grabbed his stuff and chaos emerald and chaos controlled down to Earth.
Shadow warped to the sidewalk next to the school sign which said, "Willow Wood High School" Below it said, "Welcome All New Students To a Fun Year of High School!" 'Humph, yeah right like this will be fun I don't even see why I even came today', the ebony haired human-hog thought walking up the sidewalk to the entrance of school.

"Whew,whew,whew,whew,whew gotta..get..to..school..before the..bells ring!" he said trying to catch his breath from running. Knuckles walked into the cafeteria and sat right next to Shadow(who looked mad for some odd reason)"Soniiiiccc!What's Up man? How have you been?" Knuckles asks as he sits down."I'm doin' pretty good right now, how about you?"
"I'm good, just chillin' at home, you know, the usual!" Just then the intercom announced, "All students in Mrs. Blowfish's Class are:

1. Amy
2. Shadow
3. Sonic
4. Sonia
5. Manic
6. Silver
7. Miles
8. Knuckles
9. Vector
10. Espio
11. Rouge
12. Jet
13. Wave
14. Storm
15. Blaze

"Please walk to your classes!!" They all walked to class in a line and sat quickly. Shadow sat in the way back because he didn't feel like being bothered at the time. "Alright, class time to introduce yourselves tell us you name, age, and things that make you unique. "First up AMY!" Amy walked up with an excited expression on her face. "My name is Amy Rose, I am 16 years old, and I have a Piko Piko Hammer that I defend myself with." She did a curtsy and walked back to her desk. "Sonic, you're up!" Sonic walked up and said," I'm Sonic, I'm 17, and I can run really, really, really fast." He grinned and the teacher called out,"Shadow." Shadow sighed and walked up there. He could here snickers coming from the class as he walked up there. "My name is Shadow, I'm 17 years old, and I can eat one thing and live for more than a month," He said in one little mumble of a sentence. "Next up is Knuckles," Knuckles walked up there, "My name is Knuckles, just call me Knux, I'm 16 years old and I have knuckles on my hand, they aren't fake, soo I will have to knock you out, if you mess with me." Mrs. Blowfish called the rest of the students and they went up to introduce themselves. After classes were over, people started to go to lunch. Shadow walked towards the table when he heard someone call his name, "Hey! Shadow, right?" Knuckles asked "Yeah, what do you want?" Shadow said in an exasperated tone. "I was wondering if my friends and I could sit here for lunch?" he asked as the ebony haired teenager rolled his eyes and said yes. After lunch was P.E. they all played kickball. The score was 12-25, Shadow was on Knux's team and he kicked really far past the swings (which was really, really far) Sonic was also on that team, too. Everyone on Knux's team always kicks . Back inside, Shadow needed to go to the bathroom to get outta class and asked to go, he noticed Knux was walking out of the bathroom when he went in. Shadow noticed a note on the floor. It said,

*Dear Shadow,

At the end of school come to the swings on the field, please come alone. I need to ask you something.*

Sincerely,
Knux

After School
Shadow headed to the swings he noticed Knuckles on them swinging. Shadow hid behind a tree, but apparently Knux could hear and smell him. "I know you're there,Shadow" Shadow showed himself and didn't to much like it. "Uh, Shadow..do you..er..let me just spit it out! Do you like men?" he asked while blushing. "That's nonna your business!!"I don't come up in your life and ask you stupid questions like that, so you don't come up in mine,ya GOT THAT!?" Shadow angrily said to Knuckles. Knuckles backed away in anger, turned his head, ran away with tears in his eyes. A note fell out of Knuckles' pocket, which Shadow obviously heard and saw, so he picked it up and headed home...

               [Excerpt from KHS Chapter 12, Preparation; written sometime in 2011]

Richard sat at his lab computer and yawned. “Javry,” he said.

“Yes, sir?” a computer voice responded quickly.

“What’s that status for Underdog’s update?” Richard asked, typing in words on a computer.

“Underdog’s update is almost complete, sir.” The computer replied.

“I need a percentage.” Richard looked closely at the computer screen and walked to the glass table near gadgets and gismos. He pulled a huge box from underneath the table and took out what it contained: a shiny tablet, two wrenches (one small, one large), and a pair a goggles, a blowtorch, and a few other tools.

“Ninety-three point three percent, sir.”

“Thanks, Jav. Keep me posted on that. And where’s my screwdriver?” He took off the screen for the tablet and gently placed it on the side.

“On the counter by the Attribute Scanner, sir.” Javry answered, one mechanical arm reached over and brought it over to his creator’s side.

“Thank you; that’s all I need for now. Do me a favor, take out your HD and give it to me.” The vampire ordered his assistant.

“But, sir-!” Javry began to disapprove.

“Javry, do as I say. I need to have a copy of your files on stash so I can make a portable version of you.”

“Yes, sir.” The mechanical arms pulled back and disappeared behind the computer. There was a loud click and Richard could hear the hard drive being pulled out of Javry and placed slowly onto the table beside him.

“I’ll put the hard drive back in once the all memory is copied. But for now, I want you to rest while I work out the bugs in your system.” Richard spoke, stopping to slip his computer’s hard drive into a cube-like object. “Start scan.” He said, and a blue beam of light rolled over the object twice.

“Scan complete.” the screen said.

“Copy the hard drive’s memory and fix any problems. Keep me posted on that, as well.”

“Yes, Richard.” The voice responded obediently. Richard sighed and wiped his eyes. His ears perked as he heard movement in his laboratory. Turning around he saw the familiar teal haired girl standing by the door.

“Oh, it’s just you, E.” he smiled softly.

“Yeah…” she answered lowly. “Some place this is…” she looked around and the boy blushed.

“Yeah–made most of this myself.” He smiled.

“That’s neat. So, what’cha doin’ now?”

“Making a portable version of Javry,” he mumbled. “What’s the status of the hard drive’s copy?” He called. Twenty percent was the answer. “I need to finish the exterior so it can be done by the end of today.” Richard strolled past his teal haired friend and walked to the table with the incomplete exterior for Javry Version 2.0.

“Wow, that’s a lot of work to do.” Eon said with a monotone voice.

“No, not really. I began working on this invention this morning.”

“You’re fast.” She sighed.

Richard looked up at his best friend and asked, “Why the long face?”

“I don’t know…just…I don’t know.” She muttered, sitting on a counter. Richard came and sat next to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. He looked at her eyes and just saw sadness and frustration.

“Eon, what’s wrong?” he pressed.

“I told you, I don’t know!” she snapped. Richi’s hand moved away and he apologized for asking. Eon sat and looked at her hands, “I’m sorry...”

“No, it’s okay.” There was a peculiar silence between them as Richard concluded that discussion. That was until he again broke it and asked her what was on his mind, “Hey, you, uh…you ever been on a date?”

“No.”

“Had a BF?”

“No.” She answered with a slight crack in her voice.

“Have you ever even kissed anyone…on the lips?” Richard frowned.

“…No…I have not. Why are you asking me these questions?” she questioned him instead.

“Just wanted to know. I’ve never been kissed on the lips nor had a girlfriend either.” He sighed, swinging his legs.

“Oh…” Eon could help but chuckle.

“…So, uh, yeah…” Richard smiled faintly and they looked each other in the eyes.

She was being oddly shy today, he thought.

 

[13] In what ways do you think your writing reflects you?

            Difficult question, but I'd say it relfects my thoughts the most; like most authors would say. Whatever goes on in my mind and how I'm feeling depicts the mood of the fic and the attitudes presented by characters.

 

[14] Why do you write?

                Writing is my passion, next to drawing. I do it to express my feelings on a topic, because it's an outlet. I feel like writing is a part of who I am as well, and if you take it away, a part of me also dies with it. There's just no removing it from my life.

                I know I have my moments, where I belittle myself because of other authors who have been in the game longer have more experiece. But I know I can write. I know it, so I just continue and practice, practice, practice.

 

[15] How do you evaluate yourself as a writer? How do you define your success as a writer?

                I don't really do that, actually. I mean, I do go back and look over what I have left of old works [same goes for drawings] and laugh at how terrible or interesting they may have been. But I never bring a mental checklist of what and what not I should do with me. I just reflect on how much I've improved and where I'll be going in the future.

                I'm pretty sure all the top authors today used to be the worst at writing, but look at where they are now! I'm gonna be like that one day, but it takes time to get there. And I have to gain the patience and committment to get better, because [I have yet to come to terms this but] no one's born with the ultimate ability to write like Patterson or draw like Picasso right off the bat.

                MusicChibi couldn't have said it better [i read hers, too, huhu]:

                "As for the success? So long as one person appreciated it, enjoyed it, and hopefully learned something or other—whether it's funny, materialistic, factual, or something else entirely—I am happy."

 

[16] What do you think it means to be a writer?

                Again, I have to quote MusicChibi, because she took the words outta my mouth and prettied them up:

               "To me, being a writer is being able to tell someone a story with words (and not with just pictures and sounds). To create a giant moving picture that you spend countless minutes, hours, or even days in order to create something your mind crafted; to touch people in a way that you might not be able to touch them in any other method. To me, it's being able to show them something that you see—or how you see the world: to create a new world that they see themselves in, feel themselves in, and even taste the world they're in. Creating realistic characters they can relate to, sympathize or empathize with, love or hate, etc. I kind of see it as storytelling, where you're the mom or dad, and your readers are your children. You bring them into one world, and when they leave, they leave with a part of the story so they'll always cling to it because it changed them in some way. They're always thinking about it, even if they've forgotten its characters, its plot, and even the main events—they remember something."

 

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done! :D and that first excerpt you read was legit the first chapter of KHS. so. yeah. baiiiiii~