My first new post in awhile. I’m writing Chapter 50 of Tattoo right now. The next few chapters are gonna be really talky and then they get really fighty. Then the story ends. Only ten chapters to go. Fuck yeah.
So I made the decision to make some major edits to chapter 16 through 22 of Tattoo. I need to rewrite and plan the events that transpire during those chapter just because I feel like a character arc requires it. I think I’m gonna tackle this after finishing the story, however, because I don’t want to try to juggle writing two completely separate parts of the same story. I think trying to do that would only hurt both fronts.
If I keep doing this, I’m never gonna finish this story.
I had my first day of job training today. It required that I wake up at 6 in the morning. I ended up waking up at 5:30. While I was lying in bed, trying to get back to sleep, I came up with an entire children’s story. With some polish, I think I could turn this into a book. Whether or not anyone would wanna publish it is a totally different story.
I told you! It’s so consistent! I’m totally smarter when I’m not completely awake. I want to hypnotize myself to perpetually be in that state.
Welp, my Assassin’s Creed: Brotherhood file is fucked up. I finished the game and got to play as Ezio again. Then I got the final rift that I needed to watch “The Truth” video. I did all that and, afterwards, I got stuck in an eternal loading loop where my game thinks I’m in a virtual training session. It goes from an empty training room to loading for ever. I tried to look around to see if anyone else has run into this and they haven’t. So now I can’t play my file anymore. I won’t be able to get the Brutus armor and I wasted $10 on DLC that I’ll never get to play. Because I’m not playing that fucking game all over again.
Mother fucker.
I’m thankful for my family. They are the only people I feel like I can trust.
It’s a good thing this chapter is violent.
I’m feeling violent.
I’ve always been a bit of an angry sleeper. I’ve heard on multiple occasions that I let out groans of anger and frustration while asleep. I’ve even slapped someone in the face before. I’ve never felt it though. These sounds and actions would come out regardless of how I felt before going to sleep or what I dreamed of.
Last night was different. I was pissed off trying to get to sleep. Then I got pissed off because I couldn’t fall asleep. Then I had multiple angry dreams where I was constantly getting in physical fights with people. Some I knew, some I didn’t. I can only imagine what sounds I made in my sleep.
I guess the one thing I gained from my isolation was perpetual rage. Because it sure as hell wasn’t isolation.
It’s true.
Shut the fuck up.
I was doing some writing for Tattoo a few days ago. Just because of where I am in the story, there happens to be a lot of killing on the part of the protagonist. Emotions are high and he isn’t handling it well. Well I was going over the conversation and fighting ideas I had just written down and I read something that honestly shocked me. In the place of the protagonist’s name, I had written my own without even realizing it.
Throughout the entire process of writing this story, I was well aware of the emotional and verbal similarities between myself and the protagonist. It just makes writing for him a much more natural experience. But I didn’t realize the connection was so powerful. This especially troublesome when considering the point in the story at which this occurrence occurred. This has led me to worry about the prospect of me being subconsciously homicidal.
Hopefully it’s not true and I’m just reading into an normal type too deeply.
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