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[Aug. 5th, 2007|03:49 pm]
Silicon Rose
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I am officially signed up for the Level 1 Japanese Language Proficiency Test this year. I passed Level 2 in college -- the ranks are 1-4 in order of hardest to easiest. This has been one of those things that I've thought of doing, but not gotten around to. Well, four years later I can read light novels and pretty much understand them without a dictionary, and I can struggle my way through an adult novel with decent comprehension. I don't think it's going to be easy. I'm going to have to study, and study pretty hard. But I think I can do it.

Aside from that, Forbidden passed my first gut check and is now posted in my writing journal.

In my personal writing time, I'm scribbling down a filler piece on Christine, one of the characters from Forest. You know, I guess it's part of being a writer that you torture your characters, but I still don't feel entirely comfortable with doing so. I think cyfis would be saying something about "angst" right now, and perhaps I'm a little hard on them -- but in a story, if the characters don't suffer, what's the point? I've never been happy with the stories that just mock up a conflict but make everything go right in the end.

In my game related writing time, I'm trying to do character bios. Ick. It's really hard to figure out where to come from when writing a story for a game. You have to balance a lot of things: how the characters relate to the combat system and each other; the pace of introduction of characters; how you create a story with enough reasons for combat that players have to overcome, instead of trying to overcome them with screens of text; working with different people with different visions of what the game is, which can have a sizeable impact on the story; and, in the end, the sheer pain of getting the words onto the page.

In more mundane news: the table upstairs is clean. I feel victorious. ^^
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