Role-Playing with Friends


I'm sorry to my devoted readers (hehehe don't have many of those, yet) for not writing a new entry in a while. I haven't been writing much lately actually. I've been doing a bit of Role-Playing with a few of my friends with similar interests though, which has been amazing and has really helped me develop my writing quite a bit already! It's so fun and if you have never done any role-playing (I know it's crazy but I hadn't at all before this!) then you should definitely try it sometime. Anyway, *clears throat* I'm way off topic now, way to go Cade!

So, I've been doing some role-playing with some friends. It's been interesting getting to know my characters. The first one is Sage Elizabeth. She thinks of herself as Sage but her friends all call her Liz (or Miss Liz, whichever). Her background (what I've managed to uncover) is pretty interesting. Her friends are just as interesting, too. My friends are also becoming better writers I'd say.

Another character I've enjoyed writing lately (not an RP character), is named Lyris. She is what they call Angels (but not our type of Angel). She is pretty awesome and I'm so excited to get to know her and her boyfriend better!

I also have some potential story ideas forming in my head that I will be writing all by myself in my free time, which will be fun, since I won't have to rely on my friends to get on to write them.

So, just thought I'd update you and tell you all about RPing!

Love ya lots! <3

<3Cade<3

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