Okay I swear, getting back to blogging has helped my writer and artist’s block. BLOGGING HAS LIFTED MY CURSE. It’s amazing. I am going to keep this up. Since my dad prompted me to start writing again I have filled out 5 sketchbook pages, created two pencil portraits, and started conceptualizing some areas for a book/manga. I had 4 wonderful dreams that kick-started each morning I’ve had since then.

I have a theory about why this happened. There was quite a literal “block” in the stream of creativity that I have in my brain. I have been reading and scrolling through endless streams of different kinds of media, and found so many things that I compared to my work. Questions and phrases such as: Why am I so bad compared to these people? Why do I suck? I’m terrible compared to this. I had so many ideas in my stream of creativity, and I kept comparing myself to people, so they never had the chance to bloom.

After being prompted to write out something that nobody really reads or expects amazing quality out of, I started writing and pouring all of my ideas out into long-ass posts. This sudden “pouring out” of ideas was a torrent of creativity pushed the “block” out of the way and I started to create things again.

(This is so convoluted and random and (and I just used “and” three times) just, I need to write this out before I get back to making stuff.)

ARGH, WAY TOO MANY IDEAS, WILL MASTERPOST STUFF SOON.

Signing off,

Aya

Sherlock owns a dog, and Molly owns a cat (named Toby :D) in canon. So in my headcanon, Mycroft owns a goldfish/angelfish. John owns a rabbit. Lestrade owns a hamster.

Just sayin’.

Signing off,

Aya

I have this feeling that I have to make a post that highlight the, well, HIGHLIGHTS of July, and the many expectations I have for August. Without further ado, (and in no particular order) here are the highlights of July.

• I started my job! Second one really, but the other one seems more like a chore-ish type job.
• I resigned from my initial summer job as a summer camp counsellor! Why? Because I have to stay at Nagoya!
• I read through each and every single Sherlock Holmes story, properly. (I might tell the story of why I put a “properly” there some other time.)
• I mastered drawing Jacksepticeye! If that isn’t a summer break accomplishment then you don’t know me at all.
• I got back into cartoons!
• I re-watched BBC Sherlock for the 150th time!
• I saw the so-called “blue moon”! (Which wasn’t blue, just the second full moon in July. Still really cool though. And oddly enough coinciding with Life is Strange’s double moon thing. Conspiracy at work here?! Nah, I’m kidding,)

And those were the highlights for July. My year two teacher would be so disappointed in me, I started all of my sentences with “I”. On to hopes for August!

• Two of my best friend’s birthdays!
• Festivals! Fireworks! Fun! (You see what I did there? 3 F’s. Just gonna leave that in.)
• School! Because I hate not being able to exercise my brain. That’s it. (Oh and friends, yeah. :P)

That’s it. Wow, I initially had so much hope for this post. :/

Signing off,

Aya

Yo! I just had a mental showdown in which I completely failed at, because summer break is the oxygen to my metal. In other words (or words that were directly implied in the previous statement), my brain is rusty from disuse. Not that I didn’t regularly exercise it, it’s just that my memory seems to have gone haywire or my dad’s impressive short term memory skills is better. I would say both but the pride in my says to not admit to the latter.

Story time, with young (annoying, charming, and bratty, yet creative enough to start writing layered scripts and novels) me!

Now when I was six, not only was I oddly obsessed with the TV show version of Disney’s “Hercules” and a paranoid ghost hunter but I was also a smartass. Because I thought that I was infinitely better than everybody else. This meant that I was extremely sensitive to any fact that was NOT uttered by me, or being corrected. Especially by an adult. Here are many examples of a conversation that I might have or might NOT have had regarding my sensitivity to being corrected or ignored in my “massive intellect” (Haha, sucks to be you six-year-old me. I’m making fun of myself how much more meta can I get…):

Example #1: Ignored

Teacher: What is half of a diameter?

Me: *raises hand enthusiastically*

Teacher: *ignores me* Oh, what do you say “student that is not Aya”? (He didn’t actually say that, just pretend its a name there instead. I’m trying to be funny. Ironically.)

Example #2: Being corrected

Teacher: What is half of a diameter?

Me: *raises hand enthusiastically, because I’m so ready to be a smartass*

Teacher: Aya?

Me: Oh, a rectum!

Teacher: Um… it’s a radius.

Aya: *looks super disappointed and cross, while slowly turning into a wonderful shade of red because I realized what I just said*

(No joke, this actually happened. Seriously. I never really raised my hand in math until the end of the year.)

Those are two significant examples that may or MAY NOT have happened. But yeah. I thoroughly enjoyed correcting other people though. Mini-Sherlock in the making. (Until I veered off into more John Watson-like characteristics from age seven and onwards.) Now my smartassy-ness got washed out from my personality, but it’s like a curry stain that never ACTUALLY left. Meaning that I learned that people don’t like to be one-upped most of the time, but I still indulge sometimes. 😀

Back in present time now, I was expanding my memory palace. (Yes, I am a Sherlock Holmes fan. As in a fan of almost every adaptation and the Arthur Conan Doyle stories. *sigh*) Unfortunately, my brain was super rusty after disuse. Lo and behold my dad who was all up in my concentration by using his memory and I was one-upped. (I did get my revenge but… eh. Long story. >:D) This incident reminded me of how much of a brat I was and I am on my way to trying to fix that. (Not.)

😀

Signing off,

Aya