Update from Writing Group; what has happen so far.

This is going to be a meek post this week, and an update on how the writing group has affected me so far.

I went to a reading in a coffee shop for the first time:

• This was a displayed what I need to do when I read my book.
• The author had post notes on what the history of the book came from.
• You need to do more theatrical speaking. It’s like reading a children book at library. Selling the book is presenting it as well. Taking up a voice acting class would be a good idea.  
• Show what the audience was like.
• Gave of an idea what kind of authors and books are out there.
• Comparing my work to theirs.

I have a few contests to enter:

• The writing group has given me a Newsletter each week entailing contest.
• These contest offer accolades, crash prizes, and can be published by my work.
• This will give me practice.

I was able to meet people so far:

·         So far I am able to meet and greet authors. See how far they have come.

This, so far, has been wonderful experience. This was just the first week after the writing group. In couple of more weeks I got to a 2^nd one, and my 2^nd meeting with the first group. I’ll put up the short story for Christmas I have to make for a contest for December in a couple of weeks.

My first Writing group

                                          Take it away Mister Torque!

        So it transpired. I translocate myself to a sophisticated plain of writing. I went in, and I rocked it out. I did the writing Tango.

                      And I had a rose clenched between my teeth after it was done.

         It only continued for a limited time; about two hours. I paid my fee, and we talked about their business. I was brought into the ground, and I was introduce to everyone. Most renowned person so far is Eileen Kernaghan. An author, impressively, that has published 33 books over her life time. I'll be going to her novel reading. It will be at a get-together called Spoken Ink next Tuesday. Link below.

http://burnabywritersnews.blogspot.ca/2014/10/november-18-at-spoken-ink-historical.html

         The place I went too was an art building. In had a huge hall, and you can hear a concert playing in the milieu. Of course, I had gone astray right away. After a few minutes of walking around, I found where I was supposed to be, and meet the first people there.

            It’s a small group, and lots of different kind of writers. We sat in a circle, and read out work that we have done. People read their poetry most of time. We can could be review in different ways. One guy, a man from Korea, wanted his English reviewed as he wasn’t that great with English. Some people wanted a normal review asking if they liked it or not.

I wanted their very harsh review.

                          I did read my first three pages.

            I was prepared myself for the huge negative review, and I asked did ask for very harsh review. That hardest they could possibly be. Oh, bring multiply copies of your work, and I only brought my three pages. In hindsight it would have helped the review if they could've read along; however, what happened made me believe when people said, “You have a good book.

          They said it was good. So good, they were impressed. So good the person who has been published 33 times snatched the page, and said, "I'll review this."

My mentor was right, I'm doing this. It's kind of overwhelming feeling right now, and don't know how to responded to this yet. Thought it was the first time I read my work, I now have high hopes. But, the lesson I did take away from a reading: bring some water. It is very hard to read with a dry throat.

It's a lot to take in right now, and I took one more step forward on this adventure.

All and all. This couldn't not been possible without everyone. Thank you for your support. I'll keep you update if anything new happens.

Naruto: My passion, and a thank you.

Naruto: My passion, and a thank you.

                One person named Masashi Kishimoto had given me a great gift. Naruto. He has finished his magna story, and I like to thank him in my own way. As for you, the read that is traveling into the world of writing, you will see where I get some of inspiration to keep on going. First, I need to properly thank Mister Kishimoto.
                To do that, I have to bring you back, TO THE FUTURE!

                

 The time of April 27^th, 2005. In a time where I had given up all my dreams, and this man gave me a gift. He taught me to never give up. How?

               Let me explain two things to you.

                                Naruto

                                  And

                                   How my life was during this time.

Naruto.

                In August 1997 in an issue of Akamaru Jump we were introduce to Naruto Uzumaki. An adolescent boy with blonde, spiky hair and navy eyes. For those who don’t know, he’s a ninja whom frequently tells everyone he will be recognised by his dream. To become the Hokage; the ninja in his village who is known as the guru and the strongest of all. An immature jokester, Naruto seeks attention because he was disdained by his village at childhood. To be respected by the village, his resolution is to never give up. He tells himself, “I will never die until I become ninja, and the leader of my group.” Naruto forms friendships he initially lacked, networking some of them as a family association.   Like Sasuke being an older brother, or a toad sage called Jiraiya as his father. Although Naruto sometimes finds himself incapable to accomplish responsibilities he proposes to do, through friendship, and his own will he proves that he can achieve the impossible. The characters believe in Naruto, and choose for him to be the Hokage because of his positive impact on their lives.

Wow.

                                                                                                                              Pretty close to the heart.

Pretty close to what I am.

                                                                   What I will be.

April, 27^th, 2005

                  I was in trying to be an Electrician. I had moved away from my Grandparents so that I can go about searching on who I am, and who I was. During this time I was still in a very depressed state. Though I never knew it, I was suffering from anxiety disorder as well. I hated class, I was afraid of everyone, and I knew that I was a loser. I gave up on trying to be someone, and just told myself that I would take a trade up because- for a bad reason- money. I had started classes in February of that year, and I was almost done. A man that I befriend in class told me about an anime called Naruto. He was surprised I never heard of this show before.  On that day, I watched episode 132, “For a Friend” “Tomo yo!” (親友よ!). It changed my life forever. That episode show me Naruto’s way of life. That he never gave up on his dreams, and one day he will be Hokage. I skipped school for one week just to watch episode one to one hundred thirty five. The show gave me an arrange of emotions. I cried when it reminded me that I was not alone. I laughed at Naruto’s jokes. And I drew in Naruto’s hope that one day with all my hard work I would make my dreams come true. Within all of that, it gave me one lesson.

I am awesome, and I am the best person alive.

Without knowing it Masashi Kishimoto was the first person to lift me out of my depression. With your story you have given mine. With Naruto I grew. Naruto, though fictional, became my hero. A boy that no one loved and abused had worked out to become his dream. I thank you Mister Kishimoto. You started a fire in me that has never stopped.  Three years after I watched Naruto I wrote my story. Now, next week I take a huge step as I go to my first writing group, and after that I don’t know where I will go.
                                                                      BUT!
                                                                     MY nindō!
I'm not gonna run away, and I never go back on my word! I will be an author. That's my nindō!

                                                    

                             

                                                                                                                             

Being Hurt.

              Being hurt is not easy. Being told that a part of your story has to be removed is not easy to consume, and to hear your English, the way you write, is not acceptable.
                           With that being said. I’m going to tell you a story:
            I came down to the city to try and obtain a new-fangled profession. Originally, I came down to this metropolitan to make videos games. I did have the story, and I am currently thriving on that written study; however, I was going to write this story, and sell it to a video game publish. I was going to create a story for a video game. I found that it is almost impossible to sell your story like that. You need to be the head of your own video game company, and I don’t have the money for that. So, I switch career mode, switch schools, and I saw a VFX course.
                                                 I got very excited.
            I brought my fiancé down to the university to look the course. Later during that month, I emailed the teacher, and I got a return reply. I kind of wish I kept it.
            But, I remember the words he said:
             “Lucas, is this normally how you write? I have ESL student that have better English than you.” Said the Random VFR Teacher.
                                                                 Ouch.

                                                         That one hurt, a lot. 
                       That comment alone almost derailed my train.
                                           

                                                                            Almost.

This is where you decide to push forward, or stop. You now have been insulted on your work, and you as a person. It will happen, and it sucks;however, I tell you now, my English was that bad. Though he should have never insulted me because I did dropped from the course when he email me that reply. But, beside all of that, his response showed me one thing. If I was going to go further in this career I would have to pay for upgrading. I thought I had maybe a Grade 10 level. So, it would be a relaxed way to get back my grades.

         I took the test.

            I found out I had a 4^th Grade Math and a Grade 2 English Level.

                I was devastated.

                                                 That was three years ago.

 I kept trying. I did not give up. I paid for the course. I worked eight hours a day, and went to school for six hours. I was tired each day, and I kept pushing. After about a year, I was at a Grade 10 level. I found out my passion for math. Then, I found out, I could write. I was not afraid to write to anyone anymore, and I could write my story. I asked myself if I can be an author. Then, my English teacher, saw how creative I was, and she became my first Mentor.

Going through pain and failing are two of emotions you will feel. Keep writing, and you will be where I am. Coming up on my quest: I get my first critique on the first few pages on my First Chapter in one and a half weeks; my work, my story!  I am living proof that you can do anything you want!

                                          No matter what, don’t give up! And keep on writing!