Writers Block- Some Adverse Effects I'm sure anyone who has ever attempted writing anything has experienced this. The blank page hiding within your vision, mocking you with it's cruel indifference. Distractions they saw always work, stare at something else, listen to music. No avail. Your inspiration fails, your heart sinks. You try again. Paragraph perhaps? Is this a start? Proof reading shows that it's not. Your mind begins to drift to the experiences from your meager existence. You cannot hope to find an idea from that but search yourself anyway. An idea may come from it but nothing to start a story by. A facedesk is usually eminent at this point. ----- 6 years later, I am still as bad off as before. Still lacking inspiration. However, I have managed to become a half decent mangaka... My novel however still lies unfinished in the borders of my subconscious. I only have 2 more years to write it...

Blood Rebel Chapter 1 (Better Title Suggestions Are Appreciated) "I don't care what you have to say about it," Daiki retorted, "just shut up and go do something more productive." The girl who was sitting next to him sighed and slumped her shoulders into an unattractive slouch. "You're no fun." She commented. "When I first met you, you were nothing like this. What happened?" He froze from his work. "What happened?" He repeated in a mock tone, "What happened was that I happened to meet a certain someone that got underneath my skin and decided that they would spend every waking moment they had bothering me." The girl raised an eyebrow, genuinely curious. "Oh, really? And who might that be?" Her tone was inquisitive. Daiki bit his lip. It was taking all his strength to keep from turning and slapping the naïve girl across the face. "Here," he finally said before throwing the keys to his sports car at her. "Go find something to do. I don't care where it is or what it is, just get out of my sight, leave me alone and don't wreck my car." The girls eyes glimmered, "but Daiki," she began as she ungracefully caught the keys, "I don't even have a license yet. Don't be so silly." Daiki sighed deeply and faked a grin. "You don't have a birth certificate either, stupid, so good luck getting one. Not having a license hasn't kept me from driving. Just follow all the road signs and traffic laws and there shouldn't be a problem. And if it is that big of a deal, go get Hiroshi to drive you somewhere. Now please," he grinned eloquently, "get out of my sight before I shoot you."

I Don't Even Know. O3o I watched the trees flash by as I wondered whether or not this would be the last time I would ever see my beloved country land again. Apparently this is the best thing for my family; or so they say. Who can tell for sure? Other people have left before me with the prospects of reaching the same ending goal. Yet again, who knows whether or not they made it? We haven't heard from anyone that left all that time ago. Maybe they all died. Maybe they gave up. Who knows? All that I do know is that I don't want to go and find out for myself; I'm perfectly fine where I am at. I am in no hurry to die. Especially not alone.