A legend said..

A wicked flower will appear once in a million years.

In the cold snow of winter only..

That flower will consume the coldness of the air and keep the winter much longer

than any other year..

Vincent was a young man living in the time of that long last winter.

He was hungry, half way to be frozen and he needed food.

That man walk in the forest, away from is village and desperate to kill a deer.

Armed only with his bow and arrows.

Vincent courageously go through the snow storm, knowing he will probably die anyway if he

stay in his cabin.

He walk, and walk far in the deep darkness of the forest.

The only sounds of his footsteps and the wind howling can be heard, and nothing seems to be bright for him

at this moment.

The hunger is painful, the energy of his will to live still keep him awake though.

But he know if he don't find food yet, he won't be alive much longer.

As the sky get darker, and the clouds keep any source of light to be here for him.

Vincent walk now completely in the obscurity, and feel lost.

Then after a moment of pure realisation that he cannot find anything out here.

He decide get back home..

Afraid to die there and alone.

He look up in the sky and see nothing at all. But he can hear the air passing him and feel it.

How much has he walked..? He think.

When his eyes look in front of the path he made with his feet in the snow, Vincent saw two small lights

in the black night.

Among the forest, there was a living creature there..

Waiting.. And starring at him right in the soul.

Vincent didn't think twice and draw his bow quickly.

Ready to defend himself against something he don't see

but as a mere shadow..

Something was evil in those bright yellow eyes..

As the cold made its way in the fur coat of Vincent, he start to feel way weaker than he was.

And more pairs of yellow eyes open in the distance.

Wolves.. He think for himself with no words out.

The young man begin to stretch the cord of his bow with an arrow and shoot.

But the wind run against the projectile and he don't hear anything percuting on the ground..

The eyes in the darkness, look at the direction of where the arrow finaly drop.

But instantly ignore it..

Then they all regroup, and get closer to him..

Vincent hear suddenly something he never wish to hear..

A real howling of a wolf.

And the feeling that was telling him,

was the fact that he was the meat now..

Vincent turn his feet and step in the deep snow as fast as he could.

Frightened by the feeling of pure terror of being tracked down.

He runs with no thoughs in his mind..

No reason was coming in his brain..

As he turn his head to look in his back..

He sees the shadows coming much quicker than he though it would be.

He can hear them running with their mouth open, eager to bite his neck and chew his flesh.. If not, alive.

Then..

As Vincent run in total despair, he feel nothing under his feet now..

He drop in the air, with out a sound..

In just few seconds he realise he was falling in a profond abyss.

Vincent yells and then hit the bottom after few more seconds..

The impact make him lost consciousness.

After that, he wake up from the light of the bright sun..

He stand up. Look around and understand the position he was in now.

Still hungry, but alive. Vincent look the where he falled.

A large pile of snow was there, with an hole imprinted by his body.

No wolves to be afraid of, he walk in the abyss to explore.

The exploration goes for awhile, until he found an opening in the walls.

He get in, crouch to go further in the narrow hole.

Then he comes out of there and see it.

There was a flower in the middle of a pillar of light.

A clear circle of ice was on the ground around that

flower.

Vincent come closer to it.

And as he step on the ice.

He slip and fall on his butt.

Then he get his balance back

and get close to that flower.

As he look at it, he notice the

ice that emanate from it.

He decide to pick it.

Then his hand turn cold,

and turn into ice..

His eyes widen in horror as he sees

himself turning into a complete ice statue..

And he stand there..

Petrified next to the wicked flower..

Vincent was never heard from again.

No one knows what happened from him.

But the winter kept going until now.

I think would be a good composer and song writer if I do my best in that.

I used to be a bassist back in my 20s.

I always have ideas about all sort of things, inclueding music.

I doubt I will waste my time doing that, so I will just write stuff and make myself a name.

Anyway, that's that.

Yeah, so I am gonna express what I have learned through out this year and all.

First. Art is hard to get by. It is a form of many mediums, you can shape anything

with that universal language of mix of knowledge and experience.

I become an artist since I was a kid, then I learn the difficulties of what its like through

the years, and 2023 was my real training for art.

So I have like 20 years of experimentation, and 1 year of professionalism.

I am not an expert, but I am way better than my first art in my portfolio in Newgrounds.

I used to draw in cartoon style before, now I draw in few more styles.

Realistic, manga and cartoon. Semi-cartoon and more.

But the fact I have now more talent in shading and shaping in my designs.

Make me more excellent. I sort of know what to do now. But I still need more

training.

And need to gear up.

I used the mouse for way too long.

I also do NSFW art and find myself in what is right to do in it.

My thoughs is that I have more to express in that form.

Since I never draw 2 or 3 characters at once.

I am still in that learning curve and will train even more for next year.

I officially end my last day for this year at work!

Finally I can do whatever I want in my free time!

I will do all I want in my projects, and take some days off for myself too!

Note: This is post is for writers like me, probably not worth your time to read otherwise.

World Building.

SO hard to do, but yet so important..

I never was a patient type for this sort of things, yet it is primordial to do in fiction.

My personal experience with that was in many ways a hot mess.

I don't predetermine things, well not completely.

But you see. I often create things on the go.

Which is not really a good way to plan things.

I sadly suffered from that mistake. Because I have many times done this.

It's fun I am not lying about that part, but the priority of making a good story

is to focus on the consequences of that fact.

My stories are all about that.

I just wish I wasn't so impatient to write everything

and was able to take time to note things and make plans

that are way better than what I put on newgrounds.

So, to create a world you need to know which genre is about the story.

What is your target audience and all that boring parts.

For me, it's just too much effort.

And that's why I usually do random things.

Well not anymore.

Since I decided to change that. I will read about history books and look at maps of the world.

Check what can inspire me and etc.

I also will read about magic, dark ritual stuff and other what is considered taboo.

For my new story of course.

Principles are hard to get by, but they are way better than rules.

Since the adage "Rules are made to be broken." is quite the thing internet follow.

I will follow something that I can accept more than anything.

so, here is my 12 principles for my projects that I want to share with you all.

1. Nothing will change without effort and constancy.
2. Strenght comes in many forms, and weakness also can be strenght.
3. Accept your limits, embrace your inner voice and stop anytime you need to.
4. Work is important first, than your projects matter more after.
5. Time cannot be bought back, you have one life and you shall go with it.
6. Have a realistic point of view first, than use idealism when it's necessary.
7. Do not stray from the path you once made, except if it is the only way.
8. Repetition is only boring once you learned everything in it.
9. Also repetition does make you excellent in everything.
10. If you started something, know that starting isn't the way to finish.
11. The way to finish is always and will be part of every path you choose to go.
12. Ending a project at it's full potencial is the ultimate goal.

I will talk about each principles that I will go with for the next year. Yeah, I myself don't follow all of them.

But I will make sure to learn my way in that path I made.

I will meditate on the time being, and do some art if I feel like it.

Veronica sings:

"I let you here, on your own.

All alone, away from home.

With no one to keep you safe.

There is no haste.

Fear the grace of death of many have faced.

In the cold, when the ice grabs you ahold.

You shall know the price of trusting me.

As you tremble, while the wind frost your ears.

You disappear, without a trace.

There is no race, you shall face.

The cold feeling of the snow.

Wind is howling, as it blow through your hair.

No, I am not fair.

Dead is the man you once were.

As I welcome your skull to my lair.

I will not hurt you now, I swear.

Since death is what I care."

My plans are simple,

I want to make few things work before the end of the year.

My new IP story is in development.

Yes, its again a new idea..

No. I am not gonna put it on hold.

I just need to make something short and finish it.

That's my goal here.

You see, The Detective's Diary take me a long time to figure about the vilain.

And N.G Noire is really hard for me since I am not a true programmer.

My patience as often its limits.

I have too much ideas that grow in my brain, and cannot stay on one big idea.

So, I try to focus on a smaller one.

And I lack discipline.

I need to train, make deadlines and stick to it.

I wish I was more ready to be able to write everything in time.

And that I made things work out.

But I still try.

I never give up, just take breaks.

So anyway, I will post the story once it is finished.

This one will come in audio, on a post here and if everything work out.

I will do so art for the visual aspect. Since its what please me most.

It is the darkest thing I work on so far.

Tale of a witch.

"A man cannot buy his time back,

he simply have it once and lose it all after he dies.

This is the sad truth of our existance,

the wind goes on and the ship move on its way.

Until there is a place to belong,

Nobody knows what can change through it all.

Day after day,

night after night.

Time will pass,

nothing will last.

There is darkness,

and there is light in that obscureness.

Because we humans can adapt through this fate of ours,

it is only our time that matter.

We do not belong in a cage of fear,

pretending that everything is okay,

and following the rules that are bond to be broken.

We are creatures that are aware of our inevitable fate,

and the only courage that we have left is the force to keep going,

No matter what..

It is what we know now."

so yeah, I didn't respect my words and didn't do anything last week.

Well I am kinda busy at the time, but my job only have 3 days left to be finished for this year.

I want to make everything come true.

And wish I was less occupied by life and all.

Sorry if I was not on point with what I said.