|Favorite book:||"Life" by all those who write it.|
|Member Since:||Mar 16, 2011|
Hello. I am Jacob Pintos. I'm an 18 year old high school student with a passion for writing, however my technique is rather peculiar. I first think of a topic and a first paragraph forms alomost instantly in my head. Once I'm done writing the paragraph, a new one appears automatically. Along the way, I try to insert puns and ironic twists, but the story will generally write itself. How and why this happens remains a mystery to me. This voice thrusted itself upon me in 8th grade, but prior to that I loathed writing with a passion. In fact, the first writing assingment I got during 8th grade started with the sentence "Writing, the zenith of all things inauspicious." and proved that writing should be abolished due to the build up of stress and dangers to health (I cited Robert Louis Stevenson's death in this part). I was bored in one of my classes since I never had anything to do so I decided to get on the computer and write about what I was daydreaming. This resulted in my first short story, "The Dawn of Light." After my English teacher enticed me with extra credit to write more and with the encouragement of my classmates, I continued to develop my skills. In one year, I had gone from hatred of writing to love of writing, even when extra credit was not offered in high school. Sadly, all of my works done in 8th grade, except for one, were lost when my school account switched from middle school to high school. The one which was exempt from this fate was "A Dystopic Phenomena," which didn't have a title at the time. I found it in print when going through my old 8th grade things. My first thought was to retype it, but as I was doing so I found critical holes in the story. After a revision which doubled the story in size, it became the story which is posted here. "The Darkest Night:Prologue," originially "The Darkest Night" until I found out the name was already in use on Booksie, is the only existing story from before high school that was not radically changed. The sole reason that it wasn't deleted was that I typed it in my home computer during summer vacation between 8th and 9th grade. I'm glad that this was so, because it got me many fans in high school, including a substitute teacher telling me that she thought that I'd become a famous author one day. I also write good poems from what I hear, as one of them was read at an "A Better Chance" fundraiser on April 15, 2011 (referred to as RBC in my locality).
P.S. I'm really random and I like to do random things, so don't be surprised if I make random comments. All compliments and criticisms are exempt from my randomocity though.