I’ve badly neglected Mizahar for the last few days. I didn’t have any particular reason, or rather, I have, but that doesn’t really count as a reason for me. I have time because it’s summer holidays here. I have time because my grandma hasn’t yet finished what we need to get started on our big project, so I’m merely waiting for her at the moment. I have time because I don’t have anything to do except reading books for my thesis, playing the violin and going for a walk or swimming once in a while. But something has kept me from Mizahar: stories. Recently I’ve rediscovered my love for epic stories. About a week ago I’ve attended a manga and anime convention, an event that revolves around those two-dimensional people on the page and screen. As always, I’ve seen amazing things. I’ve watched a few episodes of a new anime – and went home to watch some more episodes. Then I started reading more manga again and found one I enjoyed. I knew that it had been turned into an anime as well, so I went to watch the anime. And got hooked from the first episode on. Since then, my creativity and art has taken a lot of inspiration from that anime and some other amazing stuff I’ve been reading and watching. During that, something else has happened. One day I’ve found myself with nothing to write and nothing to do, so my mind kind of made up one of those crazy stories I’d never show anyone else. Not even my best friend. I don’t know how people will react to such crazy stuff, but a part of me doesn’t want to find out. I write those stories for my own enjoyment. They aren’t meant to be rewritten, criticized or published, they are meant as a pastime to fight boredom. That’s the only reason I can recall that I’ve started writing: out of simple boredom. Anyway, I’ve started writing that story. That day I didn’t have anything else to do, so I started writ... |
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