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The story behind Inferna The author, Chrissy of Hailfire I know that I'm not really known right now (or probably ever be known) but it's usually good to have these things done anyways. This is most likely be short (I'm only 22 so their isn't much to talk about) but as long as I'm writing something I can't admit to having a writers block Life for me started as everyone has, except that instead of a loving father at my mother's side, it was my aunt. I was born as a bastred child (though my birth records say otherwise) and I was passed into the arms of my aunt while the doctors cleaned my mother so that I could be held because she was too dirty (what can you expect it was the early 80's they were still getting over the 70's) my aunt coline, otherwise known as Coco (she was also pregnant and was disappointed that my mom got rid of her burden on body sooner than she had) well my aunt has always joked with me at the whole, 'I am your father' type of thing because of that. I just respond with the rolling of my eyes and giving my insane, but extremely loveable, aunt a hug. My mother and father (who isn't my biological father but it says that I am because they didn't want to pay the adoption fee) ended up marrying and I was then cursed into a military family life. My two younger brothers then came one after the other a year and a day after that is. My two brothers Jace and John entered and compounded my mother's problems with her child (Yes they are the same ones from my stories in case you are wondering). Jace and I feud from the crib while John was to busy with his toys and falling asleep on anything and everything (spaghetti just seemed to be his favorite pillow for some reason). I was cursed, but yet, blessed with these two. Cursed, because the boys outnumbered me and I would be excluded from playing many of the "boy" games. But I was blessed to never have to worry about sharing a bathroom with any sisters or worry about them stealing my makeup. But unfortunately because of the male majority I was raised somewhat like them. I burped, farted and played like a boy, and then I would remember that I was a girl and played like a girl and remembered what manners meant. I was able to convince John at times to play one of our favorite games when we were young. The game was called Stuffy Stuff Stuff (I bet you cant guess what toy it involves) but as with all children, we grew up and stopped playing childish games with toys, and just graduated to console gaming. I can pretty much say that my life was good, but there was one thing that always ate at me, or should I say I ate. I always would be eating whenever I was bored or when I was depressed and began to gain weight as a child. And the more I gained weight the worse I felt. I started to feel constantly depressed everyday. Wondering what was so wrong with me? I was feeling sad all the time and instead of telling this to my mom or my dad I began to hide it and I became so good that I called the process "showing my masks" The only one who could see through these masks was my confidence, John. The only brother who would actually help me and help me get my emotions in order even if it was only for an instant. With him joking around being the families clown I had few opportunities to be sad around him. He was also the only one who even played with me regularly and would defend me on occasion from Jason's relentless attacks. I eventually found a way to help myself from being so depressed, and that was through books. I was a constant visitor to the elementary library looking up things about I've always been a visitor to the library but my very first attempt at writing a book was inspired by my dad's attempt at writing a book. It was a D&D book and I decided one day that I was going to write a book as well, thus the start of my very first fan-fiction attempt at the second book of Julie of the wolfs. (It wasn't till a few years later that I had found out that there was a sequel and even a third of the series) These stop and go stories went on for quite awhile, I would get to a paragraph and then I wouldn't have any other material left so I just quit and then started my reading once again. As it turned out I started to get more into the swords and magic type of books ones especially into dragons. It was in Jr. high School that I found Dragon Singer by Anne McCafferty and my love of the Pern universe grew. At first I had only tried to draw only humans and I also tried to learn by taking an art class. The karate kid was my first real serious attempt at drawing a human. But as I read the other two books that the library had I began to try and draw pern's dragons (I no longer have them because of Anne McCafferys policy on Fandom) I began to get alright with them but I never really got to far into it and strove for the one thing I was always bad in. It was when I was a freshman that I took my artwork seriously and my writing as well. The Ronin Warriors had aired on Toonami and I was giving it great interest. Every day after school I would watch them. It was then that I begin to look on the web for more on the Ronins and slowly started to write my own continuation of their story (with me in it of course!) It amazes me on how quickly I started those first few chapters in that little notebook of mine. I had gotten up to ten chapters and then I stopped. I had no clue on where to go, no more inspiration for the next part. I had some idea on what was going to happen in the other pages but there was just that one spot I had no clue on how to get past. And so I have had this writers block of mine since. I know exactly what is going to go on in the other chapters but I have no clue on what each of the Ronins are going to do with their one day off. And that is my problem. Ronin Warriors is TM and © of Sunrise Entertainment, Bandi Entertainment under license from Sunrise, and any holders of copyright or license. This site is not used to gain monetary profit from Ronin Warriors © The Dimar Dragons are © of Dee Dreslough. The Elemental Land is © of Chrissy of Hailfire and use of any character, place, or idea without permission from the author is prohibited and will be prosecuted fully within the court of law. Powered by Bravenet.com |
