Wolfias
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Acceptance Is The Key. (Closed to lack of interest.)
Since nobody has any interest joining the thread Acceptance Is The Key, I am reluctantly having to shut it down. No one wanted to portray a Transgender character that would fit in with the character I worked hard to create.
In spite of what people think, deep down inside it hurts a writer when a main character is not good enough. There's different levels of writing on Lit, I fall into the level of a average writer. Not as good as many but better than others. Like anything you do as a hobby it will take longer to improve. I plan to improve because I enjoy writing too much to give it up.
You take what you learn when you fail, improve the things that weren't good and drop the things that just didn't work. You get over it and you try again to write a story, set the tone that will draw interest then blend your main character into it.
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Jamison Burroughs was a ruggedly handsome southern gentleman 6'0" 190 lbs, black hair blue eyes, tan complexion, in good shape. He's a soft spoken man that's open minded with a kind heart and loving person, yet he's a lonely man. An ASA certified mechanic, sketch artist, wood worker, Mr fix it type, basically a tattooed renaissance man.
Always lending a helping hand in the community, active social life with family and friends, with a healthy love life but never the ladies man. Now if he could find someone to love and share his life with he'd be happy. Little did he know what the love of his life would be like, they wouldn't be anything he'd experienced before. Happiness would be the reward he'd experience for the rest of his life.
Turning onto the street to follow the moving van to the street his brother lives on, passing an apartment building across from a neighborhood Park. He see's a woman struggle with some punk kid, Jamison pulls over slams on the brakes quickly shifting into park. Bails out of his truck to sprint after the purse snatcher, crossing the street he'd dodge a cab as the driver blows the horn yelling in Farsi. As Jamison ran into the Park he had to continue his chase, Damn this guy's fast he thought, but he's determined to run the thieving jerk down.
Gaining on the lanky teenager who had to avoid running into a jogger, Jamison caught up to him to ram his shoulder into the thief. Arms flailing he would drop the purse only to regain his balance, to continue running as his Jamison stops breathing heavily to pick up the purse. Hands on hips to catch his breath for a moment, Luckily he didn't have a gun the says the Jogger. "Yeah, true. You too for being in his way. I'd do it again, can't stand by and let a lady or anyone else be treated like that."
A wave and a smile Jamison turns to jog out of the park and back across the street. He'd reach the woman to return her purse. "Here you go Miss, I managed to get it back. But the guy got away." Jamison has his first chance to get a good look at her. To say he's stunned at how beautiful she is, would have been an understatement. "He didn't hurt you, did he?" Thinking fast he'd introduce himself. Offering his hand to shake hers. "Jamison Burroughs. How do you do Miss?"
Since nobody has any interest joining the thread Acceptance Is The Key, I am reluctantly having to shut it down. No one wanted to portray a Transgender character that would fit in with the character I worked hard to create.
In spite of what people think, deep down inside it hurts a writer when a main character is not good enough. There's different levels of writing on Lit, I fall into the level of a average writer. Not as good as many but better than others. Like anything you do as a hobby it will take longer to improve. I plan to improve because I enjoy writing too much to give it up.
You take what you learn when you fail, improve the things that weren't good and drop the things that just didn't work. You get over it and you try again to write a story, set the tone that will draw interest then blend your main character into it.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - This thread is not open it is now closed.
Jamison Burroughs was a ruggedly handsome southern gentleman 6'0" 190 lbs, black hair blue eyes, tan complexion, in good shape. He's a soft spoken man that's open minded with a kind heart and loving person, yet he's a lonely man. An ASA certified mechanic, sketch artist, wood worker, Mr fix it type, basically a tattooed renaissance man.
Always lending a helping hand in the community, active social life with family and friends, with a healthy love life but never the ladies man. Now if he could find someone to love and share his life with he'd be happy. Little did he know what the love of his life would be like, they wouldn't be anything he'd experienced before. Happiness would be the reward he'd experience for the rest of his life.
Turning onto the street to follow the moving van to the street his brother lives on, passing an apartment building across from a neighborhood Park. He see's a woman struggle with some punk kid, Jamison pulls over slams on the brakes quickly shifting into park. Bails out of his truck to sprint after the purse snatcher, crossing the street he'd dodge a cab as the driver blows the horn yelling in Farsi. As Jamison ran into the Park he had to continue his chase, Damn this guy's fast he thought, but he's determined to run the thieving jerk down.
Gaining on the lanky teenager who had to avoid running into a jogger, Jamison caught up to him to ram his shoulder into the thief. Arms flailing he would drop the purse only to regain his balance, to continue running as his Jamison stops breathing heavily to pick up the purse. Hands on hips to catch his breath for a moment, Luckily he didn't have a gun the says the Jogger. "Yeah, true. You too for being in his way. I'd do it again, can't stand by and let a lady or anyone else be treated like that."
A wave and a smile Jamison turns to jog out of the park and back across the street. He'd reach the woman to return her purse. "Here you go Miss, I managed to get it back. But the guy got away." Jamison has his first chance to get a good look at her. To say he's stunned at how beautiful she is, would have been an understatement. "He didn't hurt you, did he?" Thinking fast he'd introduce himself. Offering his hand to shake hers. "Jamison Burroughs. How do you do Miss?"
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