invocations | And so it is.

Um, hello.

Invocations is V's artdump, with the odd spark of writing here and there (or is it the other way around, now? It seems easier to sit down and write with the amount of university work that piles up). Sketches, paintings, fragments, little stories, that kind of thing. A holdall of any little creative venture.

Many of the writing posts revolve around the RPG Final Fantasy VIII, and the stories centred around specific characters and themes, aiming for realistic characterisation. You'll find that I like Rinoa! I'm first and foremost a painter, and don't profess to be a brilliant writer (or painter, for that matter!)- so you can tell me if what I write or draw works or not.

Any comments, questions, squees, or constructive criticism on anything you see here is appreciated and squeed over- so please feel free, even if the entries are old, even if you think it's redundant. Feedback's the first step to improving, isn't it? ^^

I'm also happy to chat about games and stories and whatnot. I believe the MSN address on the profile page becomes visible to those on my flist, so try that or just comment somewhere to ask about it if you'd like to chat. I have AIM, but it doesn't like me.

For more stories that are not mine, check out the memories for a few fic recommendations (they're under "Stories I like"). I should get into actually writing recs, but I'll leave it in the more prolific hands of others out there!

Peace,
V.

"'Number one: Do you know why books such as this are so important? Because they have quality. And what does the word quality mean? To me it means texture. This book has pores. It has features. This book can go under the microscope. You'd find life under the glass, streaming past in infinite profusion. The more pores, the more truthfully recorded details of life per square inch you can get on a sheet of paper, the more "literary" you are. That's my definition, anyway. Telling detail. Fresh detail. The good writers touch life often. The mediocre ones run a quick hand over her. The bad ones rape her and leave her for the flies."

-- Faber as Ray Bradbury's mouthpiece, Fahrenheit 451.