I finally got to my roots and discovered the real reason for blogging. They’ve been masked by my other “reasons”. With Totem tossing I didn’t really know why I started blogging about shamans. I joined Bucklers of Swash and heard Sam talking about his blog Slice N’ Dice and thought it could be a fun thing to do. I was playing my shadow priest at the time, Chmelyk, while I thought about starting a shadow priest blog but a guildie beat me to it. That’s when ICC rolled around and my shaman began to start raking gear up and we were stuck on Deathbringer Saurfang. Our group comp wasn’t going to cut it so I logged on my shaman and we downed him after a few attempts. As the screams erupted over vent I knew my shaman was for me and a shaman blog was what I was going to do. I felt nervous about starting a shaman blog because I felt as if I didn’t know the numbers behind the gear and stats. This was way before I got to meet the blogging community, I didn’t know such a thing as a general blog existed. So what is my real reason for blogging? To keep my writing skills sharp and to improve them with writing scenarios I haven’t had the chance to write. I’ve submitted my writings to a few people and they all say the same thing, I have a very unique writing style that if given the chance they could pick out of 1000 written pieces. I was also told that this style of writing might be a little unconventional in an essay type format. I’m keeping my writing skills sharp for book 2 of my series that I plan to write. Here’s a little tid-bit for you:
A few moments later Daniel’s rough and ragged breathing filled the empty interrogation room, his heart still hasn’t calmed down. The clacking of high heeled shoes on the stone floor echoed around the room as Viktoriah entered.
“Such a shame to waste such a pretty face as yours,” Viktoriah murmured as she paced around the chair Daniel was tied to. “You know you could always join our side,” she said as she began to rub his shoulders.
“Really?” Daniel finally said, “Shoulder rubbing on our first Date?” She chuckled in response. Daniel never really considered what Viktoriah looked like, with Phendera in the room no one compared. She didn’t look to much older then him; she was very pretty in an evil vindictive way, she couldn’t be that nice maid at the tournament, could she? She began to slide her hands down from his shoulders to his chest.
“Not on our first date, I’m not that kind of guy,” Daniel choked out.
“I’ll make you that kind of guy,” She whispered in his ear. This is what Daniel had planned for exactly, which a quick movement he let his head drop and then quickly snapped it up into Viktoriah’s face. Her nose broke with a satisfying crack. She screamed in outrage as she spun his chair around.
“You think you can pick your side of this war so easily! The lines are blurred beyond recognition!” She screeched. Daniel wasn’t paying attention; something was off about her nose. “I picked the winning side!”
“Did you now?” Daniel said with mock interest still staring at her nose.
“Noticed did you?” She said as she reached into her boot and drew a dagger, “I know I picked a winning side because of the things I took part in.” With that last statement she pressed the dagger to her forearm. Daniel looked for the red blood that would pour from the human veins of this inhumane woman. It didn’t.
“That’s right, you can’t defeat someone who doesn’t bleed, who doesn’t feel pain!” Her nose, that’s what looked wrong, it wasn’t bleeding! “It was foolish of me trying to seduce you; I see the way you look at that shaman.” She spun his chair back and fogged up the blade with her breathe and wiped the blade clean on her leggings, not that it needed to be cleaned. “Then again, she’s more fragile then I” she whispered as she stroked the blade gently against his cheek. She slashed the ropes binding him to the chair and called the guards to take him to the holding room. Not before she thanked him for breaking her nose, he walked back to the cell with a red and burning cheek. Later when Viktoriah went to her chambers she felt pain from her arm and nose as she bled.
Love it? Hate it? Intrigued? Disgusted? Well I wrote it the way I would want to read it. Like Somerset Maugham said, “There are three rules for writing a novel. The trouble is, nobody knows what they are.” I feel the same way about blogging. So I’m here to blog, and blog I will.