I Am~Archie Part 1(Revised) by Riley0945, literature
Literature
I Am~Archie Part 1(Revised)
I was asleep until it hit, out cold until the drop. It was cold and wet and woke me instantly. At first thought I could have sworn it was blood. The blood of the monster that I fought in my dreams. But it wasn't. It was just water. Water falling through one of the many tiny holes in my old shack roof. It was raining, I hate the rain. As I pulled myself out of my now sopping wet hay pile I sighed. The inside of the hut was glowing with the fading moonlight, illuminating the small area. It was my home, though not many would see it as suitable for living. The small one room building was no taller than a tool shed. With hay pile for a bed and a s
The sun crept through the cracks of the old wooden shack; illuminating the little table in the corner and shinning off the group of knives that make their nightly home on the old barrel topped object. The light that reflected from my only possession landed softly on my face and woke me from the dream that constantly haunted me. Opening my eyes, squinting in the light and scanning the small area I called my home I sighed. It had to be almost mid-day now, if not shortly after. No bird could be heard from the nearby trees nor the sound of the early train on the tracks behind the old shed.
The Hay pile that is my bed has grown uncomfortable and
I Am~Archie Part 1(Revised) by Riley0945, literature
Literature
I Am~Archie Part 1(Revised)
I was asleep until it hit, out cold until the drop. It was cold and wet and woke me instantly. At first thought I could have sworn it was blood. The blood of the monster that I fought in my dreams. But it wasn't. It was just water. Water falling through one of the many tiny holes in my old shack roof. It was raining, I hate the rain. As I pulled myself out of my now sopping wet hay pile I sighed. The inside of the hut was glowing with the fading moonlight, illuminating the small area. It was my home, though not many would see it as suitable for living. The small one room building was no taller than a tool shed. With hay pile for a bed and a s
The sun crept through the cracks of the old wooden shack; illuminating the little table in the corner and shinning off the group of knives that make their nightly home on the old barrel topped object. The light that reflected from my only possession landed softly on my face and woke me from the dream that constantly haunted me. Opening my eyes, squinting in the light and scanning the small area I called my home I sighed. It had to be almost mid-day now, if not shortly after. No bird could be heard from the nearby trees nor the sound of the early train on the tracks behind the old shed.
The Hay pile that is my bed has grown uncomfortable and
The most important thing about creating art is to create. If you want to be at ease with creativity, you have to immerse yourself in it, and do a little bit every day. Even if that little bit is only to take five minutes while waiting for the bus to come and do a gesture drawing of a man reading his book across the street from you. Or to take the moment to scribble down a thumbnail rough sketch of a concept that occurs to you. Do a little bit each day. Train your brain to think visually.
It can be difficult at first, accustoming yourself to make this small bit of time, because you’ll think:
“I don’t have enough time for it
Only by fostering a facility with the vocabulary of your artistic medium of choice, can you begin to really free yourself to be open to being creative with it.
The size of that vocabulary is another matter, and that’s about growth, improvement and development. These are important as well, and intricately linked to creativity, in parallel (more on that in a future article). But first let’s talk simply about the genesis aspect of art.
Remember when you were in high school, doodling in the margins of your notebooks? Ballpoint pen and edges of blue-lined notebooks, with half an ear listening to the lesson of the day? The
I'm a 21 year old student in Ontario Canada. Though I am studying Accounting at school, writing is my real niche. I am an RPer and freelance novelist..... emphasis on freelance. With the RPing, I have gotten into digital art in making personal signatures for my characters. I am not a very artistic person but I enjoy what I do.
I know the feeling. In any event, if it's something you'd really enjoy doing, I hope you do get around to posting some here. Am I allowed to ask what kind of novels/writings you enjoy writing most?