Wednesday, December 29, 2010

#29--Quick Bits

I was going to write.

In fact, I should be writing.

Instead I roamed my blog feed and watched a documentary on dogs and eugenics.

Came up with a good story idea, or at least one that might have been done already.

Had a couple dreams this week worth expanding upon.

Continuing to write "Morph" in a notebook. In longhand.

GASP! People still do that?!


I am crazy.

In case you were wondering.

Now that the documentary is finished and my blog readings are caught up, I have tired myself.

Which is what I intended to do, since I wasn't tired at 10:30, when my husband went to bed.

Tomorrow morning I have an interview.

I'm excited.

Ciao for now.

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

#28--Looking Ahead

This week is crazy!


I suppose that's alright, that life is crazy sometimes. I just hope that things turn around in all the good ways before Friday... I hate being dreary feeling around the holidays.

Otherwise, I've got some exciting things going on next week (interview wise!) and I'm totally looking forward to New Year's at my mom-in-law's house. It always promises to be a good time. However, my cousin Steven invited us to his house as well, and that may very well be equally as fun, except I think I prefer less drama and more game playing, and so may stick with my original plan. Tee hee.

I'm looking forward to the new year, hoping that it helps us all move forward in all the right ways. Paying off loans, working towards starting a new business, saving dough for a honeymoon or other small camping/hiking trip, potentially buying a house, etc. All of those things add up faster than I thought possible, and those are not including the little things, the everyday nuances that occur and are unavoidable/completely unexpected. Yet I suppose that is what life is, as I've said before.

I really feel like we can get through it all just fine, so I'm choosing not to worry about it.

Outside of that, I was thinking about some stories I've been working on, like the "Morph" story based loosely on the tale about Rumplestiltskin, and the newest addition to the story group here on the blog being "Untitled A." I've thought a good while about combining the stories into one, and was nearly convinced that I should put Eva and Charlotte together into a stronger, more complex Eva. The more I think about it the more uncertain I am about whether or not they should remain separate or become one (as it were). I feel that Eva could benefit from some of Charlotte's traits, but that she would also benefit from having a friend outside of her husband Marcus. And then there is the dilemma of whether or not Michael should be done away with, or if his bum leg can be morphed into Marcus, or if that physical aspect should not be fiddled with in Marcus's case.

On a different note, I'm nearly dying to work on a science fiction story, only I'm not sure what. I was recalling my idea of the tattoo society (Alex & Grace you know what I'm talking about). But I feel that I would need to do research for that one, examining society's reaction and treatment for minorities and majorities, etc. Of course, I would probably have to restrict these examinations and base them on one society over an elaborate course of time. Unless it would benefit from studying a "main" society and culture during its thousands of years of evolution and such. Hm. I am also not sure that I am making any logical or grammatical sense at this point because I am also watching Family Guy at the moment.


Tomorrow seems to be a big day... I have to make several phone calls, go by the bank, the post office (and I should probably go by the DMV while I'm at it--hooray name change!) and hope and pray that the phone calls don't result in an incredible amount of expenses or stress. Given that the expected expenses aren't too unexpected, then I expect I will be able to finish my Christmas shopping (or several people won't be receiving gifts from me, which would make me rather sad considering that this includes someone that I am very close too and an overly sensitive little sister).

Whew. Nothing beats the holidays!

Monday, December 20, 2010

#27--The Decemberists

Guess what is happening on February 7th at the Uptown?

The Decemberists are having a concert!!!!

Now guess who wants to go!!


I'm excited. Oh yes. It will be fabulous. *heavy panting*

Now, to save money for tickets... yesssssss

Sunday, December 19, 2010

#26--The Anguish Tree and Failed Fudge

It's been eventful lately.

Last week I helped Grace set up "The Village" at her mom's house, that is a yearly tradition for them. The story goes something like, "A prosperous medieval town that lies between two mountain ranges has a grim secret: The Tree of Anguish. The people in The Village have to trek halfway up the tallest mountain to pay visits to the Tree of Anguish, or their souls will suffer and as a result, the town will die. So up the mountain they go, to confess their sins on scrolls which are then "sacrificed" to the tree. The tree takes on all the ugliness of the villagers in order to spare them (which is totally in the spirit of the season, since Jesus died for our sins. The fact that the plant we've used to represent the tree is a Crown of Thorns is mere happy coincidence). Higher up on the mountain lives a beast which kills villagers who wander too far into his realm. The beast is called "dragon" but appears differently to those who witness it. This dragon belongs to Santa, because wimpy little reindeer can't actually fly or eat enough "magic carrots" to stay afloat long enough. Let's just admit now that the carrots are actually shrooms and get it over with. (lol). So the dragon who lives on the highest peak is in charge of pulling Santa's sleigh, which is why there is always so much ruckus when Santa lands on the roof and why millions of people across the world are forced to re-shingle, re-thatch, or completely rebuild their homes each year in December. The dragon does benefit Santa and the chimney bit though; the dragon is like a put-outer from HP, pulling the fire into his throat so Santa can enter the house at no risk, and putting the fire back on the logs when Santa has returned to the roof. Not to mention that the dragon is much faster than the deer, thus saving Santa time on his world-wide flight. (I forgot to mention the carol-singing pagans that live in the woods and on the slopes of the mountains, and while they are an important aspect of the forest itself, they are also a main snack source for the dragon when he's bored, and a good safeguard for the dragon to prevent hunters from wandering too far into his midst. Basically, the dragon is a pimp, and the singing pagans are the ho-ho-hos.)

The next step for the village with the dragon and the Anguish Tree comes when Grace's brother finds a way to destroy the town, wreaking havoc upon all who live there and their happy little lives. I honestly cannot wait for this to occur, as I imagine it will be eggy possum. Ha, you don't know what I'm saying.

One day I tried to make fudge. I failed miserably and instead made a flagstone for the driveway. This morning I tried again, and to my ultimate delight I succeeded! It's delicious, in case you were wondering.

Yesterday we went to my cousin's house for their Christmas party, and it was fun. However, nothing kills a party like children vomiting after after-dinner wrestling with Uncle Tony. So one kid threw up, okay, no worries, I'm good. But when the second one threw up and was moving forward at the same time (right behind me) I had had enough and leapt up with much force and fear. And shuddering.

And it was gross.

Then after we went home from that we went to see TRON which was freaking fantastic!!!! I don't care what all you critics say, it was way awesome and was not slow or overbearing or anything like that, so shut up. Silly critics.

And so today I got up and made fudge and went to Grandma's house for HER Christmas party and that was cool too. No vomiting this time, but Tracy did take a nap due to not feeling well in her nose and throat.

After that party, we went to Alex's mom's house and now we're chillin. Well, some of us are.

Did I mention that the wedding photos are back? Cuz they are. And they're awesome. And I love them.

This is all.

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Untitled A

It was that moment during sex when all that happens is a collapsing of bodies, breathing so hard that your mouth is wide open and there's drool running all over the place.

That's what it was like for Charlotte and Michael at that precise moment. His face was buried in her fake-raven hair, her breathing was uncontrollable and his was forced from the weight of her languid body laying on top of his. They stayed that way for a long time, just struggling to breathe and forcing air through their lungs. 

Charlotte finally roused herself from the bed and fetched a glass of water for Michael, who still was near comatose on the bed. It was very easy to love him, to make love to him. He was a well-rounded six-foot-three, muscular with dark brown hair and darker brown eyes. 

Charlotte sat down next to Michael on the bed, and played with her long hair. 

"You ready for some kind of lunch, baby?" She flipped her hair over her shoulder and ran her fingers along his side, from his waist to his shoulder. 

"Yeah, sure, as long as its not that damn pasta you always make." Michael sat up and swigged the water and sloshed it around, spilling some on the sheets. Not the first thing to hit the blankets today. 

"What's wrong with my pasta? You said you liked Italian food." Charlotte stood quickly, forgetting her attempt to seduce Michael a second time. She ran a comb quickly through her hair and put on a silk tank top. Even though it wasn't form-fitting, her nipples still created miniature mountain peaks. 

"Nothing's wrong with it for God's sake, I just get tired of it. Sometimes I just want a goddamn hamburger." He stood from the bed also, setting the empty water glass on the roll top desk. 

"Well forget it, I'm not making you lunch if you're going to be an ungrateful bastard about it. I try to please you and what do I get? Not a damn thing." Charlotte pulled on her ratty jeans and went down the hall to the living room which was directly across from the kitchen. Michael followed her slowly, neglecting the water glass in the bedroom. 

"Look, Charlotte, it's fine. It just seems like the only thing you cook is pasta," Charlotte huffed at this, and Michael turned her to face him and continued. "All I'm saying is, I'd like a change once in awhile, something different besides pasta."

"Well I don't see you helping out with making any dinner, but yeah, I'll make something different." Charlotte had put on her jacket but took it off again and tossed it back on the couch. "What do you want to eat?" 

Charlotte crossed to the kitchen and Michael limped after her in his typical way. 

"Are you angry with me baby?" Michael came up behind Charlotte at the counter and wrapped his arms around her waist. 

"Not particularly, but I don't appreciate it when you talk to me like that." Charlotte ignored Michael's embrace and pulled a frozen pizza from the freezer and began to unwrap it. 

"Fair enough." Michael leaned against the counter on the opposite side of the stove and watched Charlotte carefully. Her long black hair was still mussed from earlier, despite her having brushed it. Charlotte's ratty painting jeans really outlined the sexy curves of her ass and accentuated her long and slender legs. Sometimes Michael didn't know how he had managed to snag someone as hot as her as a girlfriend, especially since he was disabled. 

#25--Awards & Competitions

2011 Julia Peterkin Award
One short story, max 16 pages.
Prize: $1000
Entry Fee: $15
Read at Fall 2011 Visiting Writer's Series
DEADLINE: FEB 15, 2011

Wag's Revue Winter 2011 Contest
Prizes: $1000, $500, $100, all pieces considered for publication
Entry Fee: $20
Winners announced in publication of Issue 9 in April 2011.
DEADLINE: JAN 15, 2011

The 2011 Third Coast Fiction and Poetry Contests
One previously unpublished story no more than 9,000 words OR three previously unpublished poems
Fiction Prize: $1000 and publication
Poetry Prize: $1000 and publication
Entry Fee: $15 (each entry fee entitles entrant to 1 year subscription to Third Coast).
DEADLINE: JAN 15, 2011

Crazyhorse Fiction Prize
A single short story
Prize: $2000 and publication
Entry Fee: $16
DEADLINE: JAN 15, 2011

#24--Denied by the Penguin!

I can't believe I haven't blogged again before now. I don't know what's gotten into me. (Gotten? Hm.)

Anyway, there are several exciting opportunities that I am anxious to take advantage of, like the Penguin Group Internship for Summer 2011 in New York, and the various scholarships and awards that can be found on I also applied for a job yesterday as a Multimedia Assistant Editor for a publishing company that's local and doesn't require any relocation. It would be a great position to have and would put a lot of experience under my belt (and probably a decent chunk of money in my pocket as well). Because frankly, I'm tired (and absolutely done!) working for minimum wage. There is no getting ahead with minimum wage. Especially with piles of debt. Hooray! Not.

Outside of those things I am continuously being inspired by things and thinking of new things that I could incorporate into stories or base entire stories upon a certain character. And then I remember all the story ideas I've started and how much I'd like to finish those works so that I could potentially submit them to contests or to publishers directly for review and publication. Because it would be a freaking blast to see MY BOOK on shelves of every major book seller in the nation. Don't you think that would be cool?


As I was writing this post I was also looking at the requirements for the internship I mentioned with Penguin Group.. I'm not eligible. Why? Because I'm no longer a student, and an active member of Sigma Tau Delta. I'm an alumni for my chapter, but to my knowledge I'm not registered with the national alumni group, and even if I were, there are no internships or awards available to alumni through STD. I feel really crushed right now. I think I find something that I can use or do to better myself as a writer and to gain experience in my field and *somehow* by some cruel twisting and writhing of fate, I am denied the opportunity which I would have so readily accepted and worked hard to obtain and derive a good experience from.

As Penguin~Dreamer, I hope to somehow, someday be affiliated with Penguin Group and their mysterious workings. Whether I'm working for them or submitting my manuscripts or what have you, I want to be noticed. I want to be noticed by a publisher so they may publish my work, and once my work is published, so I can share my work with a larger audience. Because really, this blog is great, but I'm thinking only about three or four people regularly follow it.

HOWEVER! There are other opportunities with Penguin Group... like, full time employment... which I am *completely* eligible for... WHICH I WILL APPLY TO RIGHT NOW... but the job is in New York. City. Cost of moving, plus cost of living, plus the dog... can I make it? It would put Alex out of a job if we moved "upstate," and I have no idea what kind of things he could do while I'm working at Penguin, and we would probably HAVE to have a job apiece, and that's only feasible if his job pays higher than minimum wage once we get there. It's hard to envision. But I'm applying anyway.


I really want this.

Thursday, December 2, 2010

#23--Political Motivations

So this will be my first blog post for the month, hooray.

Also, some of my goals have changed for this month. I still intend to work on my creative works here. I'm hoping to return to Angela's Legacy at some point, work on the new Morph, and maybe even a shorter story that I've been thinking about for awhile now. I think I've mentioned it before on this blog, but perhaps not.

Again, I have created the conjoining blog site for larger chunks of work, so it is easier to read through overall, and easier to find the segments of each story. I have already moved all of Angela's Legacy into one post on the other blog page, so that's all nice and neat now.

So yesterday as I was sitting at home a particular book on my book shelf called out to me to read it, and so I opened it up to discover all that it had to say. Are you wondering what book it was/is? Okay fine, I'll tell you.

The Audacity of Hope, by Barack Obama.

You may scoff, or laugh or simply nod your head (or carry out whatever reaction you please) but I am finding it enlightening and educational to say the least. It has spurred me to think about things that I agree with and disagree with simultaneously, and has also made me think about our current government and politics, how those actions from the people in established offices affect me as a citizen, and inspired me to care a little about the policies and bills that are enacted. To make a change.

Well what difference does one person make, you say? Well, if several people decide they feel the same way about one thing, then who is to say that a change cannot be made, or that our voices and opinions will go unheard?

So much of this month (and continuously in the future) will be dedicated to researching current operations and topics on Capitol Hill, with some research into past administrations and policies for a better understanding of what is happening today and how I can affect that government for an overall better America.

Sounds noble doesn't it? Well, it is something I'm willing to work on, and with much effort. While I am no extreme hotshot or anything else like that when it comes to politics (either arguing or understanding them) there is nothing to say that I cannot have a greater understanding and learn some political know-how myself.

A challenge? Yes. Worth it? I think so.

Besides all that business, I am getting excited for the holidays, and I can't wait until they finally get here. Our good pals will be back in the area from their new home in VA, and it will be good to get to visit with them (which I desperately hope we are able to do...not sure how long they'll be in town, or what other plans they'll have already made). Additionally, I hear it is supposed to be blizzard conditions on Monday (sorry Jason) so we'll see how that goes.

I love winter.

I never thought I'd say that.

*Off to story writing!*