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With the current story I'm writing, I'm using a 3rd POV Omniscient who uses 2nd POV, as part of the introduction, then switches back to 3rd POV and 2nd POV if the narrator feels like imparting some words of wisdom. Took me 2 months to figure out how to make the 1st chapter cause for me it was mindfck. In addition, my narrator is the 'Man in the sky' who head hops from time to time, to which I found integral to how my story interplays but also a very dangerous territory IMO. And I've always imagined the story to be read like a movie. With Jonathan Price playing the titular role of the 'Man in the sky' literally narrating the story inside my head. I've even imitated the old english accent inflections when I'm reading the chapter so as not to break character. Because my narrator is a character. And...It's not fun to write it because the narrator in the story per se literally is the omnscient being, so I've had A LOT of editing cuts, paragraph per paragraph just so I won't get lost in my own narrator's POV. And to be honest, I've never tried 1st person POV. I get too emotional with my characters so I tend to prefer 3rd POV for minimal contact cause I'm clingy.

My first kiss was in the tune of Katy Perry's: I kissed a girl and I didn't like it. Her cherry chapstick tasted like halitosis. I was 20, and in uni. She was very gorgeous but I don't know. Something to do with chugging down jaeggerbombs and smoking half a pack of ciggies didn't leave much for the aftertaste cause her mouth tasted like altoids soaked in vomit. I was a late bloomer. Yes. But with liquid courage, in that party, I was suddenly shoved to a wall by her boyfriend and was pleasured down south. And when he kissed me after, I realised that 'Hey, I didn't know my juices tasted sweet.' So yeah. It was a night of firsts. She was my first kiss. He was my first toast. A toast to my sexual exploration to more altoid tasting vomits with women and surreptitious nookies with men. Until I came out 5 years later and stuck to men whose kisses tasted like almond laced with juniper and berries.

Well, in this site where chapter based writing trumps a finalised draft that is normally submitted to editors before the proofreading; you can expect a lot of errors in terms or grammar. But one thing that bothers me is why there are spelling errors in stories...in this digital age where one can easilly use the "Auto-Spell Check" function from a Microsoft Word or any Word editing software, that can save anyone the hassle of typographical errors. Unless the writer chooses to type in a typewriter then I respect the artform. But I really don't get the logic why spelling should be an issue without the use of editors correcting the most basic of typing errors. If I'm writing a chapter, the red text usually puts me off from MS word, but I turn it off when I'm writing then turn it on for easy spelling features. True. 1st POV should be the easiest. But a lot of writers fall trap in the 1st person POV without understanding the narrative's complexity. I remember what my professor told me, that a 1st person POV is simply writing another person's biopic.

I skip poorly detailed structures such as: the slip and slopes of the mountain side beckoned him to walk with her sister because she was furious with him. And I'm like...WTH was that? I also dislike character details that are nonessential to the character plot, such as: First, I'm 6'4. Have blue eyes. Built like a football player since I play sports. It's like reading out the details out of a morgue? Wouldn't it be better if it was written this way: My towering height was such a problem, that my blue eyes sought comfort in his own that I'd somehow fit in his volkswagon. He laughed and winked. Not that it helped. My knees felt weak. It didn't help either that my muscled frame hampered the narrow opening despite the passenger chair-reclined for easy entry. It was taxing. But his smile...it was worth it. I'd sit anywhere in his car if it meant I could get a ride from him. Only him. He called me Gary. What he never found out was that I called him 'The One'. Even now when he's saying his vows to her, while I stand beside him as his best man. My eyes turned to a shade of amber at the setting sun. Unlike my eyes, my feelings remain the same. It hurts. And I detest the use of adjectives, verbs, or adverbs repeatedly in least 2 or 3 paragraphs in a story, such as: He gave a crooked smile. Which made Anna reply with a crooked smile. She tersed her lips which made him terse his buttocks as he let out a sly odour of crookedness that gave her another crooked smile, ad inifitum...Until she died with her tersed arse, embalmed in a crooked smile. *coughs* Twilight...And I'm like WTH is that? Even Ann Rice had a dictionary beside her when writing her novels. I mean, Merriam Webster is there to be your BFF. There are at least a million words to use in the english vernacular. And lastly, I cringe at 1st person stories that doesn't have character depth. Because most writers who write on the 1st person POV trope forget that they are writing in the eyes of a character, not their own. You'd always know in the beggining or the middle of the story if the story is a good read. I remember browsing a book and skimmed the middle part and read, "She took her rucksack as she rode the new york train." Rucksack? Is this a british novel or a british character? Got intrigued and realised it was a 3rd POV. So the narrator's british? Me thinks.

The limitations of this study is by far monumental. Statistical variances are attributed to sample size, the demographic scale of the readers, the mental scope of the readers, and the quality of the book per se that was used to conduct the research. I'd doubt it if you'd let anyone read George Orwell's 1984 or H.G. Well's The Time Machine, that if the reader doesn't have the emotional maturity nor the mental providence to decipher the tight-fisted themes of those books, then it's safe to say that the reader will only capitalize on the glits and glamour of the 'Sciency' aspect of the read, without delving deeper on the thought provoking elements of what the novel wished to inculcate to its readers.

I've watched this film four times now. Gotta love the classics.

Middlemarch By George Elliot. It's one of my few reads that requires me to google some aspects in the inherent text, due to the canonical verses and historical references that is very fitting in its time. Also reading The Glass Bead Game by Herman Hesse and The Code of Woosters by PG Wodehouse.

Thank you Tim. :-) Yes, I will. I've read a lot of stories throughout the years. So 'liking' the stories will definitely be a promise.

Jakey had always been a lurker in the Gayauthors.com. As soon as purchased the 'Authors' title in the store's selection, he validated his account and discerned if whether he would continue with his preoccupation as a professional ghost, who had been lurking in this site since 2011, or involve himself in the community that he had always wished to be a part of. He whispered to himself, "How do I introduce myself..." and revelled in his wanderings like the idiot that he is. While his fingers stroked the keypad, his apprehensions in voicing his opinions had rallied him to retreat with haste, and instead, close his laptop. But as all writers who ever had a thought, a desire to tell a story, a dream to be heard; as someone who has the ability to share a vision of a lesson one wishes to impart; his yearning to be an active member as an author, was triumphant. So he sought refuge that maybe, just maybe, someone will listen. And with one person who reads his introduction, he relished in the idea that as long as there would be readers who are willing to imagine, his fears of living in his own imaginings and underpinnings of his own criticisms, would fade away, neatly tucked in the solace of his hesitations. Thus, he breathed a sigh of confidence, and urged his fingers to press the keys, and started typing, as he wrote his first introduction such as this: "Hi, I'm Jakey. Not Jackie. But Jake with a 'Y'...."

Galaxies. Distant Planets. Old Earth. New World. Colonies. Time Travel. Intergalactic Spy Agency. Space Cowboys. Medieval Magic Sorcerers? Politics, Power, Greed, Lies, Survival, Sacrifice, Lust, Romance, and an Arexian? Then you have a ragtag team of specialists sprawled across the universe banding together to protect the one thing they have in common: their struggle for their humanity and their future. In the middle are two strangers tied together by fate. One living in the past. While the other sets a course for the future. What do they have in common? One of them is willing to die for the other.