Peredhil

Hmmm, One line alliterative poetry. Haven't seen that for a while. Braving the beast in the bungalow, I briskly bypass its breath's brisance.

What a mountain load off your shoulders! Congratulations indeed. Many people try, failed intelligence is proverbial - but people who stick it out to the end. That rocks!

Really well done, passionate read. You have an intuitive feel for communication. Like Rune said, the Pen is where you go to learn to refine yourself. A tip from an experienced writer... if you put your heart into your work, if it's not sterile words... You're gonna be nervious when you post. The key is to let others do the criticizing, not yourself. Many writers, myself included, fall into the trap of putting their writing or themself down first before someone else can hurt them with a comment. Don't do it. And if someone says it's great... nod and say thank you - don't explain how it isn't. What you think you're doing is being modest, or explaining what vision you saw or felt that you couldn't communicate just right. What in fact you're doing is telling that person they were too stupid to notice your work sucked (although not in those words). Not a way to get honest feedback... Keep writing. Like any muscle, the more you exercise it, the stronger you become. -Peredhil

LOL! That is SOOOO perfect.

The person above me once was new (Neo), and didn't get their name from Final Fantasy 8...

Peredhil automatically curled his body around the small girlish form in an attempt to protect it as they fly through the air. Woody automatically opened in Polite habitual response as he saw Peredhil flying at him. Peredhil and Rune flew through the doorway as Woody realizing his mistake attempted to slam shut on them. The door wept splinters, its expression wooden in dispair as it watched it True Love fly from him in Peredhil's arms. Even the trailing "Thank youuuuuuuu" Peredhil had automatically uttered as he absconded with Rune didn't allay Woody's feelings. He remained stiffly formal with everyone for days afterward, until, realizing in his deciduous way that all the best things in his life leave, he passed out of THIS adventure. The Half-Elf in Armani attire attempted to reassure the demoness as they continued to blow through passageway and doorway without noticably slowing. Rune reassured Peredhil she feared not (although she was secretly impressed at how everything automatically moved out of the way Politely), for it wasn't the flight of the explosion that worried her as much as the sudden stop at the end. But this part, thus far, was really somewhat fun! Peredhil, finally having searched the millennial labyrinths of his memory, was about to decided between the invulnerability spell or the flight spell when he noticed in horror the dampening of his suit. Rune was transmorphing into paint! The distraction proved untimely, as Peredhil finally stopped his flight by the clever tactic of transferring the momentum of his projectile motion into a wall. Peredhil splatted. Ancient protective spells bound into his Ring began immediate repair. But the sudden shock tipped Rune's precarious purchase on solidity and she popped from her Peredhillian perch to plop wetly against the wall. The interested but unhurt Rune fresco hung wide-eyed on the massive stones, until under the gravity of the situation, she was draw irresistibly downward. As she TRIED to gain some form of control of her painted body, she found herself running away from the scene. Slipping wetly through the floor, she dripped into a suddenly Rune body again. Carefully she poked herself with one finger. yuppers, solid. But for how long? At least she'd hung around long enough to know that Peredhil would be okay. But what about her? She looked around the possibly very secret chamber.

Wow. Do you sometimes fear to just post ordinary stuff? You hold yourself to such a incredibly high standard of reply... I know back when I first was labelled "a good writer", I almost froze before clicking the submit button, for fear this would be the post that revealed that I was just me. Sorry - didn't mean to hijack the thread. I'm just in a pensive scattered mood.

Peredhil creaks in, Ancient that he is, and begins pondering change. I've been with the Pen is Mightier than the Sword since before our first web site. Sometimes it's useful to reflect on what the goals were, however unstated, and what they are. My views on the Pen: 1) The Pen is a place to grow as writers, and therefore as people. The emphasis and focus is on the person, in my opinion. Many creative types, in my experience, are very sensitive and intelligent as well as creative. Thus, the Pen draws many who've been wounded by life, coming together to heal. It is therefore my belief that the more nurturing and 'family'-feeling we are, the more people will feel free to express themselves and become better writers. There are many boards where people post, rack up post counts, or argue. Here at the Pen, the focus is on writing. 2) Respect. Here at the Pen, we respect others, whether we like them, understand them, or agree with them. We cherish differences because perception of depths only comes from more than one point of view. We state our opinions - and allow others to not agree. We think before we write. When speaking on a sensitive issue, we not only review it for what we think it says, we attempt to see it for how others may receive it - and adjust accordingly. We debate issues, not people. When giving feedback and criticism, we correct the work, not the person. We try to always be aware when correcting a work, that this is the results of someone's time, and often the best expression of incoherent feelings (and attempted communication of those feelings) they could do. Therefore, we remain aware that no matter how 'silly' or 'simple' it may seem to us, it's important to them. Many creatives feel misunderstood, or unable to recognize their worth because they are aware of how much they aren't. When reading, we respect the effort enough to acknowledge it, knowing the fear that no one understands or cares. 3) It's all about the quality of writing, not the quantity. In the past, chats were conducted in galaxynet #thePen on IRC. There have been conversational threads, and even single emoticon-posted replies to acknowledge a point - but the overall rule-of-thumb has been: Let's post for everyone, the students, the workers, those with much time and those with little. Which leads to in my senile way to: 4) Bandwidth. This site is a gift of love donation. Love of you'll, and love of writing. In return, we acknowledge that server space is not infinite. That sometimes servers will be down, or if we're really really popular, all the connections will be full. We keep our Avatars and Signature graphics small and occasional, so that those with limited time and bandwidth can have a change to read, not to just wait on pictures to load. We respect the limitations bandwidth imposes on others, even if we have a T5 connection ourself. 5) Roleplaying. The stresses and issues of life bring some here to escape. Others just like the freedom and fun of roleplaying. Still others like to try on characteristics in an online setting and interaction before trying them in their real life. In any and all cases, the Pen for the most part has respected people's characters/personae. If someone wants to be a gecko - let them be a gecko, roleplay them as a gecko. If you use their character in a story, try to use it as they would. If you have a doubt - send them the intended post in a PM and get their insight and feedback - we ARE here to help each other grow. On another tangent, be sensitive to how others perceive themselves. I would never try to tame or collar someone like Canid - her character is an embodiment of the freedom and intelligence of the wild wolf - self controlled, but never controlled by another. Someone like Wyvern has implicitly given permission to tease him about his greed. But tactfully, respectfully - and dare I say it? - lovingly. 6) All in all, I suppose it comes down to the Platinum Rule. 'Do unto others as they would have you do unto them, if that action is an personally acceptable thing for you to do.' Covers their feelings, your feelings, and the communication. Loose translation: Don't be selfish, don't feel forced by anyone into being a doormat, treat each other nicely. Feel free to comment if you wish. This is YOUR site. Your activity and words determine it's future.

LOL! Everquest and the Land of Doubles! With a name like Norrath, I should've made the connection myself.

hmmm. Depression seems in my experience to have various shades and sources. Feeling frustrated and hopeless to effect change. Feeling angry and turning within. Or biochemical - Having been raised in a family of Manic-Depressives who were still able to function, I have seen the struggles and appreciate the difference between chemical and attitude. For a very few, depression isn't a mental choice or a perception. It's a condition of the mind, just as nearsightedness is a condition of the eyes. There is no shame admitting weak eyes any more, and getting corrective help. There should be no stigmata in admitting biochemical conditions, and getting corrective help. Lastly, there are those who need depression or trauma as an excuse or to self-flagellate. That one is a choice, although a difficult trap to escape. -Peredhil

I like it the way it is. Excellent and vivid imagery

Peredhil has known people who hurt so badly inside, they seek numbing no matter the price. Easy to say don't, it's bad for you. Hard to love someone enough and weather their pain to the point they don't need the stuff.

Peredhil wanders into THIS thread confused, as he's just read the OTHER thread. Scratching his head, he ponders, "Which one is the application? Are either one?" "Who is the Mole?" Peredhil wanders away, content that Wyvern or Melba will have to sort all this out.

That IS a clever sig.

Neat write-up.

"Really all this is getting beside the point." Peredhil started. Rune looked around the floor for the point so she could be on it instead of close. Josh interrupted with, "No no! The point is you are all useless fools if you don't take me to the Bird at once!" "What bird," Peredhil queried, holding his head. He was slightly distracted to discover neither his Ring nor his centuries of studied Arts could Heal his dizziness. "The flappy bird w'it the pair of eyes!" Rune piped up helpfully. "He flapped in and then charmed Tas' and then..." She ran down at Peredhil looked at her strangely. Reaching down, he wiped her pert nose, coming away with a flour stained thumb. "Erm. I cleaned it all up." She looked up with a wide-eyed innocent gaze and Peredhil melted. Thump, he sat on the floor. "Kipi!" Rune had never had THAT effect on someone trying to get out of trouble before. Peredhil realized that the dizziness was coming from without, not within. "Something is Wrong at the Pen," he muttered.

The perthon above me thometimeth goeth Mything in action.

Insults! I can do this! Muses briefly. You are... nice! erm... A good writer! ahhh... you you you're a smart blonde! Realizing his insults just don't have the same sting, he gives up resigned to being himself.

The person above me is a Saint of Terra

Peredhil makes shushing noises at Rune and gently slides her behind him with one mirror-shined shoe. What? I didn't hear anything. But what do you expect from a Demoness? He mock-sighs (since he put her up to all this) OoC: This came out of a conversation she and I had - and I think it's hilarious and has potential. If anyone doesn't like it - blame me. rubs his hands briskly. I'M planning on having FUN with this. Muahahaha!

Cery, take off the Weenie. To my Ancient knowledge, all Weenies are gone with the move to the new site - a celebration of y'all having made it here. You'll have to earn a new weenie next time.

The person above me is wicked uber coote and has a Red Crayon...

Peredhil enters laughing so hard he's red in the face. So I'm looking at the Pen, and I see this crayon scrawl. He begins chortling. Then I see the post in the Assembly Room about it... I can hardly wait so see what she has planned! --- Rune!!! My suggestion for this is that you post a new thing every few days, and then update your graffiti accordingly. He frowns and taps his foot in mock menace, although his twinkly eyes give him away. You DO understand "Rune is here" can't stay up there.... --- We'll post our comments if we have any here, so we won't clutter up your story. I'd put this in the Critic's Corner, but I want non-members to be able to express themselves too. Peredhil looks around. Is that okay with everyone?

The woman above me was once married to a Blue Saint.

Life is like a potted rose. slips sideways as he pictures a drunken rose but refocuses quickly. ahem. anyway. If you look down, you see crap. If you look down with perception, you see fertilizer. If you look beyond the surface, you see the network of roots and memories which lead you up. To the stiff thorny selfprotective support. If one risks a crick in the neck, you see the delicate petals opening and greeting the sun. Peredhil starts snorting as his repressed laughter burst out. Sorry, that was just SO pretentious.