

Author’s Note
Hello there! Welcome to The Wonders of Elderon! My name is pro_scribbler, and I'm happy you're reading this!
So for context, this is an experiment for me. I have an idea for a book I want to write, but I'm too inexperienced in writing to know how to effectively turn the "movie" I see in my head into a book that other people can actually read.
Well, a little bit ago I was invited to participate in my first Dungeons and Dragons campaign by Ashley, our Dungeon Master, and we had our first session last week. And I realized that the way Dungeons and Dragons works is the same way my brain's method of storytelling does! The DM and players say words, and then they imagine their characters saying the words and the world their characters are in.
So with permission from Ashley, I'm going to try and turn our DnD sessions into written-down chapters for a story!
So I will write the chapters and post them here, in this book thing, probably about once or twice a month, since that's how often we meet, and knowing me I'm gonna get stupid amounts of homework (I'm never taking 18 credits in one semester again) and have to push this not just onto a back burner, but off the stovetop in general.
But I hope you stick around, and I hope you enjoy!
Embracing the Cringe, Spotting the Pattern
So I got bored yesterday, and I decided to look through my old writing files from high school (which means it's like three to four years old), and OH BOY. It is something. Here are the highlights:
1. I've used my current main character's name before. Her first name in one story, and her last name in another. The first time they were used together was in late 2019, but for a very different character with a very different purpose. So that was interesting, and it serves as an example of one of the many things I recycled and slapped into my current project.
2. Literally all of my characters were neurodivergent-coded subconsciously. There was inattentive ADHD, hyperactive ADHD, OCD, anxiety, and gifted kid syndrome. I didn't even try to make them like that. I just wrote a character that I saw as a normal character. And now with about four years of knowledge acquired through experience, I realize why all my writing was trash: I was projecting, lol.
3. I have written approximately 50,000 useless words. I am shook that I have a novel's worth of writing under my belt, even if it's all trash. But then again, it's not really trash—there is value in looking at it and realizing how I've improved.
Maybe some other time I'll post my favorite quotes from my old stuff. Even though it's bad, there are some lines that still stick the landing and made me laugh.
Potential Tombstone One-Liners
She had so much potential.
Oldest sister to three.
Daughter, friend to some, maybe more?
She wouldn't shut up about how she had ADHD.
She also wouldn't shut up about literature and theatre.
Could never sit still.
Had a lot of passion.
Joked about starting fires a lot.
Got a 4.0 freshman year of college, and was going for another one.
Was starting to think that maybe she might have a future in storytelling.
ice cubes
they sit nestled in their little case,
freezing cold.
I reach in and pluck one out from its cubicle
and with a "plink!"
it lands in a cup.
it instantly disintegrates, cooling my tea
so I can drink it without gaining third degree burns.
purple flower
A purple flower is lying on the sidewalk.
How did it get there, I wonder?
Did a man pluck it from its earthy home, planning to hand it to his lover, but upon rejection cast it aside?
Or did a young child grab it to give it to her mother, only upon tripping and scraping her knee, the flower was forgotten as she was taken inside?
Or maybe its frail stem snapped, and the wind carried it from its field of residence to bask in the sun like a lizard on a rock?
Or maybe I'm thinking too hard about this.
hiatus defeated, round 3
Hi so I forgot my username and college kept kicking my rear, but now I'm back and I swear I'm gonna try writing more. I'm going for at least one post a week, so then maybe I can actually practice writing for fun again. Hope you all are doing well.
Oh Hello
Hi. My name is pro_scribbler. I am currently a freshman in college studying English and Theatre. I made my Prose account sometime in May of 2019, I believe. I'm not sure. I hope someday to make myself proud of the person I've become. I write sometimes, and sometimes I write on Prose. Life's been really busy for me lately, so I haven't really had time to try producing writing good enough to go public with it.
But hey, I'm still writing a little bit, and that's better than nothing. :)
Happiness
Happiness is a warmth. It has varying intensities, but it is some type of warming sensation.
It's the color teal, a mix between blue and green, producing a calm yet bright color.
It tastes like chocolate, milk chocolate—dark chocolate is too bitter, milk chocolate is sweet and smooth when it swirls in your mouth or goes down your throat.
It feels like that one type of hug when the person hugging you just keeps holding you tighter and doesn't let go and you don't want to let go and you just feel safe and at peace for the first time in a while.
It's hearing a person's laugh, and you start laughing because they are laughing, and so you're both laughing and you won't stop laughing for some time.
It's just the little things that make you smile and get you through the day.
Mediocre
I am doing okay. Halfway through first college semester, and am already doing well in the theatre department: got cast in our first production as a lead, and am serving as the stage manager for a senior show. I am worried about money, but I am working hard to keep my grades up to maintain scholarships. Not getting enough sleep, but then again, who is?
But overall, I'm enjoying my life much more now than I was a year ago.
Update 7/29/21, and Thanks Again
Hey guys.
So for those of you who remember my struggle with depression and suicide about this time last year?
You were right.
It did get better.
My mom and I had a mother-daughter sleepover at a hotel by ourselves in April, where I opened up to her about my problems, and she actually listened. It hurt, and I don’t think I’ve cried that hard in front of my mom since I was seven (and she cried a lot too), but I felt so much better after. And our relationship improved drastically after that. Not fixed, but improved enough where I don’t feel like I want to cut my family out of my life. So that’s good.
I graduated high school. I never thought I could do it, but there I was on May 21, 2021, walking down the aisle in a cap and gown to get my diploma. I also received an award for excellence in visual arts (theatre, graphic design, and traditional art), which was the plot twist of the year for me.
I performed in both mine and my school’s first-ever musical! It was The Wizard of Oz, and I was cast as the Scarecrow! A lead role! I sang as a tenor (I’m a girl) because I wanted to perform it as close to a guy as I could (did pretty well, according to everyone who saw me perform), extending my lowest note from a low E to a low D, royally surprising my school’s choir director.
I figured out what college I’m going to, and what I’m studying! I’ll be double-majoring in English and Theatre! Not only that, but I applied for and got accepted into the school’s Honors Program! And even better than that, I received a vocal and theatre scholarship that covers over a third of my tuition! And the theatre scholarship they gave me was the highest amount they give out!
My parents are both now very supportive of my study path. At first, my dad thought I should also study Education so I can be an English teacher as a backup, and I was planning on doing that, but then I learned I can’t do a triple major in the Honors Program at my school, and I didn’t want to drop the theatre major to a minor. So I hemmed and hawed, and I stressed about it cause I didn’t feel like I’d be a good English teacher. So then my mom came up to me in May and said, “Your dad and I have been talking and praying, and we think you should drop the Education major.” They saw how successful I’ve already been in theatre and writing contests, and they now believe that I will be able to more than make a living in theatre and authoring. I swear I was on an emotional high for a full week after that comment.
My parents are also trying to connect to my passions! My mom bought me pro-shot recordings of Cats, Les Mis, and Phantom of the Opera for Christmas, and watched all three of them with me. My dad sat through Cats! My mom watched Hamilton with me! She watched Wicked bootlegs with me at the hotel in April! And she wants to watch Newsies next! She’s even willing to watch Rent! :D
On August 21, I will be moving into my dorm. And I’m excited. Last year at this time, probably this exact day, I was dreading college, talking with my parents, everything. I wanted to die.
I thank God that He kept me alive.
I still struggle. Intrusive thoughts, nihilism, and apathy still like to vibe check me every couple of days, cause the world still feels like it’s spiraling out of control, but I’m working on relying more on God, making more of an effort to build my faith and make it my own, and asking Him to help me keep going.
I just want to say thank you again to you lot. I looked back on the posts you guys left in that challenge almost every day I was struggling, and they helped encourage me. I owe the position I’m in now to you guys. This website really is special.
Thanks <3
-profscribbler