Hi. My name is Alexa. I’m an Otaku (huge anime fan), an avid video game player (current obsession: Skyrim), and I have a fairly serious addiction to writing in almost every genre (my current favorites being romance, fantasy, sci-fi, dystopian, horror, and erotica).
Oh, and recently I’ve become completely addicted to coloring books. 😅
You think I’m playing, but I’ve even started a Pinterest board and everything for the pictures I plan to color. I’ve been using GIMP to do the actual coloring, and it’s amazing how relaxing and absorbing the entire process can be.
I completely blame Anne.
She has this app on her phone that she uses to color all these cool pictures, see, and it baffled me how consumed she would get. I mean, I bounced things off her head and she barely even noticed. So, during my lunch break the other day, I decided to check out some uncolored pictures on Pinterest and play around a bit. Time whizzed by. I now understand why coloring is so relaxing: it’s mindless, and the end result is pretty. I am officially addicted.
When I think about it, coloring is a bit like writing. Writing is not mindless, of course, but when you really let yourself go and just immerse yourself into your story, time can whip by, and the end result is beautiful. You can always tell when I writer loves what they are writing: it may not be the most grammatically correct thing, but the feeling, the emotion, the passion exudes from the words. You can see the story unfold in your mind’s eye, and hopefully even relate to the characters as they live out their little fictional lives in the pages of the book.
And, of course, it’s a sad thing, because you know the time you have together is finite. With every turn of the page, you are bringing the character, the story, one step closer to death. To having to say goodbye. And when you really get attached, when you become emotionally and mentally invested in the story you’re reading, finishing it can give you a strange sensation of abandonment. Mourning. Almost as if the story and its characters were real, and they left you.
It’s how I feel when I finish writing a story, now that I think about it. It’s always a sad thing, like one of my children is leaving home or something. When you write, you grow attached to your creations, you watch them grow and evolve, mature and flesh out – much like you would a child. And when it’s all said and done, when you send it out to the world, it’s… well… bittersweet.
Sorry for the rambling.
To think, this all started from talking about coloring. 😅
Thank you for reading, my loves.
I really, truly, and deeply appreciate it.
“I’ve enjoyed the opposite sex a lot. Always have. Always will.”
– Betty White