Uncontrollable Sadness

Lately, I've been wondering if it's really true that it is impossible for me to write happy poetry. I used to, sometimes, in Finnish, and I have some saved here and there to prove that. But strangely enough, I cannot recall any in English that had not been somehow sad or dark. I mean, I wrote one the other day that was not all that bad, but even that one had some darkness in it. (It ends with the words 'but whose painful weeping hides us out of sight'.)

Alternative Possibilities?

Recently I've been rather absent from the blog and the site and whatnot. I've been writing poems, tho, and new chapters for Sparks to Flames, it's just that I don't feel the site's the most important place for my stories and poems anymore, especially since there's hardly ever any visitors. I mean, yes, I mainly write for myself, but if I put the texts out there it would be nice to get some feedback as well.
So what I've been thinking here is that maybe I should take the site down. I've had it and kept it more or less alive since I was 17, and maybe it would be a good time now to let it go.

Moving On

Something quite interesting happened here. I was about to write a blog post about how I've been only writing  poetry for a while, when I suddenly started doing other things as well... While writing the post, of course. Anyway, here goes.

I've been focusing a lot now on my poetry, writing in both Finnish and English. One reason for this is simply the fact that I'm so terribly busy with school work, and whenever I'm not wasting my time on that, I want to relax and let my mind cool off for a while. This doesn't work out that well, though, since I have actually not been this inspired for... Well, for a long time now.

Now, Still, I Love You

It seems to me, that my poems usually tend to be rather short. So when I happen to write something longer, it always sort of surprises me. Yesterday, I suddenly had a line pop up in my head, and thought about writing a little poem around it. The thing is, it was really difficult to stop writing, once I'd started, and the poem just grew and grew, which I obviously wasn't expecting.
Anyhow, it wouldn't make much sense as a story, if it was any shorter. Actually, it might not hurt to add to it, but now that it's finished, I would rather not touch it again. I already altered it in three different occasions, which is more than basically ever.

A Cat on the Window Sill

As is customary, after having decided on taking a short break from writing and whatever can be linked to it, my inspiration levels got high up, and I've been having a hard time fighting with it. I've been supposed to focus on having the apartment in condition for hosting quests and for leaving it empty for a while when we are gone out for holidays. Now I finally gave up, though, and took a look at the first ever story I published in Antold Story; A Cat on the Window Sill. Now, this story is in Finnish, obviously, but this is the actual title. And it has nothing to do with cats, really.
Anyhow, to the actual point then. I've decided to use this as my first ever re-writing project.

Break from Updates

I've been taking a bit of a break from the stories and the site now, mostly because I've been preoccupied with other things. Also, I was rather active a while back, and when that happens, I often use all my inspiration in such a short time I need a while to get it back again. I will try to get back on the horse shortly, possibly writing something during the vacation, but I cannot promise anything, not even to myself. As you might know, I am currently working on a few translation projects and writing itself as well, and also trying to create a new layout for the site. The problem is, as usual, that as I do not get much feedback from any of it, it tends to stretch, and then I find it again some time later and have already lost all interest myself.

Another reason for the break was to observe more closely the possible visitors, and quietly wait for some comments on anything. Well, this didn't happen, which greatly pains me, since I know that there are, actually, people visiting (and I assume reading my writings as well), but no one ever says anything. Which sort of makes it not feel very worth it to publish anything either here on the blog or on the site. I will not stop, of course, but the result might be that there will be some less activity, as there had been earlier for a long time. If anyone has any objections to this, feel free to rant.. ;)

I Am Man's Wolf

So, I've been writing a story for quite some time now (since early 2010), in Finnish, and I finally thought it deserved to be translated. The name is, as the title of this post indicates, I Am Man's Wolf. Now, I might still tweak it a bit, since I don't personally like it very much.
The name, of course, comes from the latin phrase 'Homo homini lupus', and I've loved that sentence (the way it sounds like in Finnish) ever since I first heard it when I was young, and when I had the idea to the story, which I most likely got from an old fairy tale or similar, I knew it would be the perfect title. However, I didn't want to use exactly that one, so I changed it to 'I am' man's wolf.