What I feel like doing

It’s been a rather hectic month, but I’ve finished my periodicals and passed most of my requirements. It’s been a bit more relaxing now, though I still have some worries. Not to mention that I actually feel quite sick and my head hurts, so I haven’t been able to do the things I wanted to do once I got back some of my free time. Regardless, I still want to keep things up; there are few things worse than being stagnant. 

I’ve been meaning to write some poems or fanfics, nothing I’ll actually share with anyone, and ideas on what those could be have been bouncing around in my head for quite a while now. 

For fanfics, maybe I’ll just whip up a cafe or coffee shop AU? I do want to learn what other people think of or envision when they think of such an AU, by reading those types of fanfics in particular. They might be “of low quality,” but I would actually prefer if it was like that. A story filled to the brim with grammatical errors, trope-y and flat characterization, awkward interactions—but most importantly, a story that was written by someone having fun. I want to have fun as well! And, how else will I learn how to derive fun from such a thing if not by studying those who do? By the way, I think of Shirokuma Cafe when I think of a setting for cute cafe or coffee shop AUs. 

Also, I really liked how JJBA: SBR follows the main duo in a long journey, it felt like they were nomads. It made me think, just how did nomads live? Not in the modern day necessarily, but not during prehistoric times either. Rather, as an example, pastoral societies who moved in search for new lands for their animals to graze. I know some bits and pieces when it comes to them and other nomadic societies, though not enough to try and write such a fanfic involving a similar society. 

For starters, maybe just a handful of people, or perhaps even just two, kind of just… permanently camping? Like that isekai anime, Campfire Cooking, the one with the mpreg fanart. I actually personally disliked the light novels of Campfire Cooking, so much so that I pretty much dislike the entire thing. I don’t hate the main idea of the story though, and in fact, that’s exactly what I want to do with this potential fanfic! I would like to do away with the scalping and whatnot, first and foremost, though. I think I could make a cozy and chill story without immediately resorting to “my character is a billionaire and has to never worry about money ever,” but it’s not like I don’t get the appeal. Other than that, I don’t really know what other aspects to keep or get rid of. There’s also trying to fit that concept in the world I want to put it into, which is probably gonna be Pokemon? The Mystery Dungeon spinoff games, to be more specific. How would that whole magical Amazon thing fit into this world? I’m willing to ignore the whole meat eating animals thing, though I would still like to think about cute interactions between it and the other pokemon. I wanted to expand on Campfire Cooking’s thing where the characters from the other world, even the gods, would gawk at and be awe when they see the goods the MC pulls out from the magic shop. While adorable at times, I felt like the whole thing was becoming a bit tiresome and the goods presented were very Japan-centric. It was like the whole thing with Americans and ethnocentrism, but it was an asian country doing it. Well, it’s probably just the author couldn’t be bothered enough to do research on foreign products, and just based everything off of what they already knew, rather than actually being racist or whatever. The food also felt repetitive, I personally would’ve went insane from how everything they ate was fried; fried chicken, fried snake, fried beef, fried dragon, etc… I think I can remember when they ate something that wasn’t fried, once. I have other complaints and complements about the series, but I’d rather actually think about them once I actually get to writing the damn thing though.

For poems? I get a newfound appreciate for them basically every week or so, though I still have a hard time understanding any poem that isn’t a narrative one. Does anyone know any such poems? My favorite one (cause it’s one of the first I’ve read) is currently The Curator by Miller Williams. It went ahead and painted this really vivid picture about this museum ending up empty during a war (WW2, I believe?) because they sent their paintings away somewhere else to keep them all safe. Then, two parts follow up this exposition, both of them starting with the line “Here. Here is the story I want to tell you.” During the first part, it talks about soldiers coming in and wanting to have a look at the art pieces. Since there was nothing to “see,” the guides just explained in depth what each painting was about. Essentially, they became storytellers rather than just letting the visitors look at the paintings for themselves. When I read this first part, I thought it was something like a poem about people living during wartime. How we would still try to find fun things to do, or enjoy works of art, even during wartime. Then, the poem goes into its second part. It talks about how blind people came to visit and listen to the guide’s stories, but once the war ended and the museum returned to housing the art works, they stopped. The line “they couldn’t see the paintings anymore” was especially profound… or cool? Touching? Eye-opening? Maybe all of the above? It was probably the first time I really felt how disabled people feel. On an intellectual level, I recognize that disabled people are marginalized and all that, but this poem was neat in that it made feel how that felt. For a small period of time, you could experience an entirely different world. Then, it just disappears. There was nothing malicious, it was just people living their lives and it also just happened to open a door for you. Just apathetic acceptance that life goes on. I don’t know how to really articulate it well, just read the poem! I liked it! I want to convey emotions like that! I don’t know how to, though. I could go on about things I’ve read, but not really write down my own words into a poem. It’s deceptively hard. 

Oh right, how do you go about your own creative process? I just ramble and make horrible notes like this. It usually ends up with a pretty acceptable literary work. That’s why I put this in blogging, since this is basically a blog post. 

I think that’s about all of what I wanted to talk about, at least writing wise. I usually talk about my life in another blog site.