But right now, we're focusing on one because it's less plot heavy than the other. IT'S HAPPENING THOUGH!
As of today, I am currently lining the first page. You know how people are like, "Oh yeah. This [specific thing] takes a long time, just so you know!" WELL. THAT'S MAKING A COMIC!
It takes a lot of time and effort, but it's really fun! Like, superbly fun!
For this comic, I'm going to be rough sketching, lining, and flat coloring the first chapter while Bianca does the shading and the environments. It's a pretty even balance, which will become even more so as we get the hang of everything.
We'll be publishing on Tapastic and Webtoons, online comic publishing platforms. We'll give more information soon, but right now, we want to keep working on it before we do the grand big reveal.
AND I'LL POST SOME ART WITH IT SO IT'LL BE FANTASTIC!
Catch ya later, Twisters!
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For this Monday, I've decided to take a quick break from boys and talk to you about something else that's been plaguing my mind as of late. This is a very sensitive topic, so if you find something upsetting or anything, please stop reading.
The topic, well, it's about dying.
I'm not depressed. I'm not sad. I'm a little bit lonely (but that's because I want an in-person friend and I don't have that yet). I don't feel like that kind of dying. Instead, I feel like I'm actually dying.
It started, I believe, when we moved (August 2nd), though I didn't realize the feeling at first. It felt like someone had strapped a timer onto my heart. The ticking was soft in the beginning, and only right now is it a a little bit louder, but the fact that it has been growing louder is what's concerning me.
I really do feel like my time is running out.
I try not to dwell on the thought or the feeling a lot, but whenever I think about my future, sometimes past the age of 36, but mostly past the age of 25, I can't see anything. I like to dream about my future, every possible notion of it, even if it doesn't come to fruition. About my wedding, my kids, about me becoming a professor at Keio University, etc. However, I just can't dream or imagine anything past those ages.
Then, in my head, I hear that a 50-year anniversary for my future university is occurring and that's it.
In my dream, I'm not there.
I'm not even sure what to say anymore.
I've been trying to tell other people about it, but they keep assuming that I'm in this awful state in my life where I can't figure things out and that I haven't fully developed myself, so I can't understand.
So please, let me reiterate.
I am NOT depressed.
I am NOT sad.
I am NOT feeling worthless.
I am NOT distraught.
I am NOT alone.
Rather, I feel quite amazing. I am working on improving myself, I am creating better relationships with the people at my church, I am reading and writing about what I love, I am exercising and building my self confidence, and I am cherishing the time that I spend with my family.
Yet I feel, truly feel, like I am dying.
It's not painful.
It's not lonely.
It's a bit sad though. I mean, you have this feeling that you carry around with you every day, where you feel almost certain that your going to die. As a 17 year old, that's absolutely devastating.
What about my dreams?
Well, I'll have to work on them harder and faster.
What about your family?
Comfort them? I mean, what else can I do? After all, none of us know the future.
Yes, it is true that I don't know the future. I don't know if I'm actually going to die nor do I know if anything is going to happen. But that doesn't excuse what I've been feeling.
I know that if I try to bring up this subject with anyone, they'll latch onto the 'future' aspect of everything and try to void out everything else.
Sure, yeah, I get that. Be optimistic.
But you're not the one who feels like a ticking time bomb.
You're not the one who feels like, in a matter of years, that your body will transform completely into a black hole and there will be nothing left of you.
You're not the one who feels like their going to explode because something inside them, this tangible thing of silence, is slowly, ever so slowly, growing.
So, in short, I am absolutely terrified.
Because I feel like I'm dying.
Until Next Time... Adieu
What on EARTH do you call it when you don't have the mojo to write on your blog?
Is it blogger's block? Since you're a blogger and it is preventing you from blogging?
Or is it writer's block? Since you're technically a writer writing the post?
By this point, I'm really confused, but this is my topic for today!
I have Blogger's/Writer's Block!
I honestly have no idea what to write/blog because nothing really has been happening??
I've been accepted for a job (yay!), but I haven't started working, so I can't really talk about that. I was going to talk about YouTubers I watch, but I want to research all the ones I want to feature and such.
I've been just drawing a lot lately, WHICH I LOVE!
I need to be drawing more digitally, but I'll take what I've got! Traditional drawing has been really fun lately. I've been pushing towards adding more colors to my traditional pictures so that I can understand what I'm more attracted to, how I color, etc. So that's been good.
I suppose this has just been another life update. Bianca and I have so many amazing things we're working on and planning, but right now, those ideas are just taking shape! Once we get rolling and feeling the flow more, we'll let you know all the exciting things that will be coming! You Twisters are not PREPARED for what we have in store!
But that's all for now! Sorry that this wasn't really anything, but thanks for reading!
Catch ya later, Twisters!
Bianca has finally appeared on the battle field and is ready to begin the fight!
But, no seriously, it has been way to long. I don't even remember the last time I wrote on this particular side of the blog. I have forgotten the joy that I have felt when writing blog posts, so I'm very grateful that I'm back at it again. As you may already know, we moved to a different state this past summer and it has been absolutely amazing. The only hard part is that I haven't figured out my daily schedule, as I have decided not to do school this semester (but that is an entirely different blog post on it's own -- it's a really big topic). With that being said, I have been trying to keep my wits about me and explore new opportunities and I am incredibly excited to keep going with that.
Okay, so here's the thing. Guys, dudes, men, things, I don't know what you call them, but they are out there and they come in all shapes and sizes and brains. Emphasis on the 'brain' part too.
As long as I can remember, I have always wanted a guy friend. Just a friend. Not a boyfriend. Not a partner. Just a person that was male that I could hangout with and just enjoy my time with.
I thought that was a pretty simple request, but I was dead wrong.
I haven't had a guy friend since I was in kindegarten. Since I have been virtually schooled (homeschooled, basically) my entire life, I don't get to see people very often and when I do, it's only for a field trip or an outing. So I could only make friends with the people at my church, since I saw them on a regular basis.
In my Sunday School classes, though, there was sometimes hardly any or none at all. And since I was a kid then, they were a friend, but I didn't see them outside of church so I wasn't sure if I classified them as a 'friend-friend'.
When I turned ten, that's when the boys started coming and so I would see more of them and start making conversation, but I'm not looking for anything by this point. Conversation is conversation and if I knew past me well enough, I knew that she loved to talk. So it was easy to talk to them. Of course I was thinking that this guy was cuter than the other, but I wasn't going to throw myself in front of them and proclaim my true love that I had only truely understood just moments ago.
No. Not at all.
Eleven through thirteen is when things get weird. Girls are claiming guys that they like and they're giggling in their little packs on who they want to hang out with like it's going to affect their future and if they don't talk behind these boys backs, they aren't going to get a kiss from them or something. It's really weird. I still just want a friend. I mean, I guess I was doing the same thing that the girls were doing but on a different level because I know that real life guys had NOTHING on the fictional characters that I saw dancing with light sabers and solving mysteries on the big screen.
Fictional characters > Real life guys. (100% scientifically proven)
But something started happening when I was thirteen. I made a friend. And it was a boy too. I met him during an online school activity and he was the same age as me, so I thought, 'Heck yeah.' I met him in person when we were talking this math test thing and it was cool! He and I talked about games and school, but mostly games.
And then some more games.
And then some more games.
And then some more.
What was happening again? Like, didn't I just get a friend? Of course at in our household we like to tease each other, but everyone was hardcore teasing me that I liked-liked this boy, which I didn't.
I tried talking about other topics with him but he would always revert back to games and the games that he talked about, I didn't even like very much, but I have this blessing gift (it really is a blessing) that I can stay interested and listen to whatever a person is saying. Whether it be politics, science, mathematics, environmental issues, basically anything. If you're passionate about it, that's all I ask and I don't mind listening.
That's when I discovered something. That there are such things as a
One Topic Friend (rather an acquaintance, but for the sake of a catchy title, it is a 'friend').
One Topic Friend | What It Is
One Topic Friends are the worst and I apologize if you have one.
Unless they are really cool and they don't mind talking about other things.
Than you have a real friend and not a OTF.
Let me establish some boundaries before I dive deep into what an OTF is.
There is a pattern into meeting a new person. You exchange 'hellos' (Greetings), you talk about the weather or how their day has been (Acquaintance), you talk about what happened last week and what they have planned for this week, as well as the occasional Insight-For-Advice section that you add in (Friend), and, lastly, you can talk about boys (or girls), bad eating habits, and strange topics like, I don't know, toilets or feet fungus (Close Friend and/or Best Friend) to said person.
Greeter. Acquaintance. Friend. Close/Best Friend.
These are the four stages I have created to know the relationship that I am with any given person. A OTF, however, is inbetween the Acquaintance Stage and the Friend Stage. In my opinion, there should never be a stage between the two. Never. Because if there is, there is no going back.
Since I was a young girl and I was extremely polite, I didn't fully understand what was happening until I came across the other OTF. This OTF wasn't as bad, I could throw in another topic or two, but it immediately was back again with that specific topic.
When you're friends with an OTF, you are obligated by the process to talk with them, since you are more than just an acquaintance. If you see them in the halls, at the grocery store, or at the gym, under this unsaid 'Rules For Life' board, you have to go and talk to them. If you pretend to ignore them, like pretending that you didn't see or hear them or making sure you don't make eye contact, etc. This won't stop them. Instead, they will take the first step and come up to talk to you. By societal reasons, they should always start with a 'hello' and 'how are you' and then ask 'how has your day been so far' etc. A common and light hearted entry to a conversation.
Next, after they have asked and you have responded, two things should happen next. Either you ask them the same questions, to establish a connection on both sides, or they will begin immediately with the topic that seems to captivate their only interest.
You may try to change the subject, but it normally doesn't work, so (in my case) you just listen polietly to what they have to say and inject comments and opinions, if they see fit to stop speaking.
Now, for me, since I was polite, cute, nice, AND I liked the general topic that they were speaking about (not the subtopics, but there is always a chance to lead the conversation to a subtopic that you enjoy, only if it is in the main topic), all of those things qualified me for one thing.
Love. (Or like-like)
His family knew, my family knew, I knew, he knew, everyone knew. He liked me. Really liked me.
And yes, if the OTF doesn't see you as just a friend, they will see you as a potential lover. It is neither pleasant nor fun, especially if you don't see them in that kind of way.
I didn't particularly enjoy this time, especially since the teasing from my family intensified (Charisma was nice enough not to tease me though), so I was doing my best to lower the friend stage from an OTF to an Acquaintance, which in the end worked.
OTF | The Reverse
Unfortunately, there is a reverse effect to this. It doesn't happen intentionally and it can be avoided, but only if the other party is willing.
There is a chance where you can become the OTF.
It's an awful thing, but let me share an example:
"Hey Alex!" I walked over and sat next to him at the counter.
I HAVE HAD THESE KIND OF CONVERSATIONS FOR YEARS AND I STILL CAN'T FIGURE OUT WHY.
If you want me to talk to you THEN RESPOND WITH ACTUAL ANSWERS MY FRIEND. One long answer will give me enough time to think of a relevant and awe-inspiring response that will give us time to have an actual legit discussion about anything.
In this case, since you want to extend the hand of friendship, you begin the conversation with the normal Greeter response as well as Acquaintanceship responses and you latch onto a topic that you know they are interested in.
Yet if they give these kinds of responses, who is considered the OTF? Unfortunately you.
But any good relationship, no matter which stage, should have an equal balance of communication, understanding, and silence (this depends on the person, but it's sometimes nice to just sit there in silence).
To save the eyes of my readers, I am going to continue this in another post. Thank you so much for reading so far and I hope that you will join me for Part 2, coming in a couple of weeks.
Until Next Time... Adieu
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We are twin sisters who like to do almost anything! Inspiring people to get out their creativity is our forte and we strive to travel on magnificent journey through words on a page. Exploration is the doorway to opportunity and the endless possibilities of helping and reaching out to others is something that we endeavor to create. This crazy blog of ours is one of the many ways we hope to achieve that goal.