This is a really sad tale
I started writing as novel in the 9th grade while attending Monticello High. I started with an idea gleaned from the cracks of my mind and the cracked bindings of many many storybooks and legends, myths and half-formed ideas. Along with these I placed a language, Giberthan, that my dear friend RC made up, and we worked on for a video game in Fuqua.
And so started a saga. I stole a few personality traits from key members of my friends, and added other people, interesting ones, like the originator of the "bellah-flop", and other such wondrous fantastical doodads, and started writing.
There were six characters, for some reason balanced 3 males and 3 females, and they all had names, their real first ones at least, and they would end up with other names. The idea was rather convoluted, as is my wont, but mostly I was working on this amazing buildup.
Well - I must admit that though most people who read it liked it, barring Mr. Grinhem. ::grin...::
So I carried on, and by the time that High school had finished I had devoted entire class periods to it, drawing characters onto sketch pads and even attempting to map their progress and necessary time to learn skills on paper.
But I lost that page that had everything lined up, and once out of my brain the words melted away like snow on the tip of my tongue. The sentences started to blur and the amazingly verbose nature of mine existence quickly flipped to a quagmire of my own black and white prison - I was trapped within the words I had written as the muse drew her nails down my bare back in ecstasy. The words now were the links Hephaestus tied down sister Aphrodite and her brother in his own marriage bed, and struggle as I might the muse would not rescind her gift and make the words disappear. So I was stuck in the middle of a story, with no way out.
I managed to start again - later on in the book, starting with the Chateau di'Amor. The story gets really hairy, and still I could find no respite. Multiple versions of the Shadowstar Chronicles floated around the computers I used until the muse would breathe down my neck, enticing me with other stories and ideas to break the story free of its molasses.
And now, suddenly as Elena of Wit'ch gate calls for aid, the book I write breaks back into motion. And I see the pain I endured when I wrote as the ideas tumbled so quickly from my head that an attempt to make a slow revelation turns into excited explosions of words and deeds too quick to follow the first read through.
So here goes - Im back in the saddle, sore as ever, and hoping that the muses leave more than nail-marks on my back and jumbled words from the throes of their passion...

So - I'm doing a little experiment

I want to know if its possible to learn certain things that are ages gone.  Things like siddhis, magick, meditation, yoga, martial arts, the sword, to move in silence in the woods and in the world.

So I am going to start posting my progress in the hopes that someone will offer aid or advice

Clark

Ever had that feeling that the roof is about to collapse yelling and screaming bloody murder upon the world which you once thought accepted you?

For some odd reason - that feeling has lifted recently.  A friend tried to kill me, sincerely convinced me that she wanted to kill me in hers and a few other's best interests, and then after telling about the gratification she wanted from said death, asked if it would hurt me more if she hurt herself with the knife or if she hurt me.  The then started to walk away with the knife NOT in plain view so I disarmed her and walked away.  I am not afraid to die, and frankly should she succeed then I do not want others to avenge me. 
You see, I am of the opinion that if someone does an act they learn from it.  If you stick your hand in fire you get burned, you learn.  If you let your irritation, jealousy, passion, anger, stupid pride and admittedly unstable personality get you, then if you carry out something like killing someone else no revenge needs to be taken because they will learn for themselves what the consequences of their thoughtlessness are.

I have been absent - for which I am sorry.  However, I would like to point out that while I have been absent, I have not kept checking on you all and hopefully you have checked up on me. 

Hope everyone is well.

~clark

It began again - that feeling ,that itch that I can never sufficiently scratch till it consumes me and drags me wailing away from my schoolwork...a character. 

Dungeons and Dragons is an escape, I could say.  You never know what situation life will put you in, but playing a role and adapting I find has helped me adapt in real life.  The consequences are less painful in dnd, but they are more absurd.  Would that life were as simple as dnd, that life was only what the gm thought consequences were, and if we had teammates to back us up, push us, and that we had a responsibility to.  Life should be more involved, less painful, and more obedient to the luck of the dice.

~Clark

So - i am back for a time.

What is new?  Well - let's see.  One of my best friends finally told this girl who likes me that he likes her - and she had the decency to feel stupid that she had not noticed me pushing them together, but it is ok.  I have been being a real geek lately and personally it feels kind of good to control some sort of world, even if it is D&D.

What is it about me that gets people going so well?  I dont know - do you?

~Clark

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