I had a fascinating conversation with my little brother where we talked about the passions we had and how our mom didn't support them. I told him that I want to be a writer -- and that I am a writer -- but Mom told me that I couldn't live in the basement (so try again). His passion is music. He loves listening to it, experiencing the emotion in it, teaching himself keyboard and guitar. My mom is impressed with his dedication and ability to teach himself, but doesn't understand why he spends hours just listening to music.

He wanted to read some of what I'd written. I gave him my fanfiction.net page, and I looked back through my journal at the stuff that was hidden within.

Then I got a mysterious invite to this LJ community called brigits_flame. It is a writing community with weekly prompts, editors, great community spirit, and contests. It's been great the past two weeks, because it's put friendly external pressure on me to write.

I decided not to clutter this journal with my entries. I took an old community I had started (which had since died), booted out all the other members, and made it my writing community.

Here are two things I have written this week:

Prompt: Pitch and Treatment for a movie
Title: News Cycle

Prompt: Brave and Crazy
Title: Amateur Dancers