Inaki (ardent)
Eva (one who gives life)
Marcus (hammer)
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Sunday, November 14, 2010
#18--dream
I had a dream.
Have.
Ok, its been done before.
Think Rumplestiltskin. The descendent of.
I'm trying to think of fun names for this awful character.
Moukla, or Horla comes to mind. Something old sounding, something evil.
(some research will be done on this part).
The more evil actions he commits, the uglier and more like a zombie he looks outwardly (to those that he is specifically badgering).
He is a new kind of bad person from his heritage and the true Rumplestiltskin. He doesn't trade, he only brings misery, and feeds on emotions until someone does something drastic, and then he feeds on them.
Sort of vampiric in a sense.
***
Different rooms in a house are different locations on the globe. Like you've actually traveled there, not like it being a theme room.
There are builders who are responsible for different aspects of each room: trees, grass, buildings, inserting people prototypes for testing the new environment.
He is plaguing a builder and her new husband, only she can see his true nature.
***
More to come.
Have.
Ok, its been done before.
Think Rumplestiltskin. The descendent of.
I'm trying to think of fun names for this awful character.
Moukla, or Horla comes to mind. Something old sounding, something evil.
(some research will be done on this part).
The more evil actions he commits, the uglier and more like a zombie he looks outwardly (to those that he is specifically badgering).
He is a new kind of bad person from his heritage and the true Rumplestiltskin. He doesn't trade, he only brings misery, and feeds on emotions until someone does something drastic, and then he feeds on them.
Sort of vampiric in a sense.
***
Different rooms in a house are different locations on the globe. Like you've actually traveled there, not like it being a theme room.
There are builders who are responsible for different aspects of each room: trees, grass, buildings, inserting people prototypes for testing the new environment.
He is plaguing a builder and her new husband, only she can see his true nature.
***
More to come.
#17--An Interview, A Rejuvenation, Some Entertainment Recommendations
Yesterday I had a job interview, and I pretty much got it! Now I just have to wait until I go back for paperwork (should be next week sometime). I really can't wait to start at the new place, because it will be awesome and I'll earn more money. And it will be fun to work with Amy also!
On another note, I feel rejuvenated for NaNo, even though I'm not writing on it tonight, I am intending to work hard to get caught up/make solid progress on the story I'm working on. The job transition should be great for that, time wise.
Thirdly, a blogger on here that I highly respect and admire, stylerookie (pardon me for not including a link here, because I haven't figured that out yet), has posted that she is working on a collaborative magazine launch, meaning they're looking for writers and artists and other talent. This is very exciting, and is definitely an opportunity that doesn't come along very often! So I have until the 19th to send in my submission/resume/cover letter/a bit about myself. That's five/six days from now! So Grace and I are going to work on our submissions on Monday, which will be perfect. I personally intend to alternate between working on the submission for this magazine and working on NaNo product.
Also, as a small but rather significant sidenote:
Cloudy With A Chance of Meatballs is a great movie.
If you haven't heard A Silent Film before, then you should probably look them up.
I've also been listening to Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros, Antennas Up, Ha Ha Tonka, Florence and The Machine, and Sneaker Pimps. (Check it out).
On another note, I feel rejuvenated for NaNo, even though I'm not writing on it tonight, I am intending to work hard to get caught up/make solid progress on the story I'm working on. The job transition should be great for that, time wise.
Thirdly, a blogger on here that I highly respect and admire, stylerookie (pardon me for not including a link here, because I haven't figured that out yet), has posted that she is working on a collaborative magazine launch, meaning they're looking for writers and artists and other talent. This is very exciting, and is definitely an opportunity that doesn't come along very often! So I have until the 19th to send in my submission/resume/cover letter/a bit about myself. That's five/six days from now! So Grace and I are going to work on our submissions on Monday, which will be perfect. I personally intend to alternate between working on the submission for this magazine and working on NaNo product.
Also, as a small but rather significant sidenote:
Cloudy With A Chance of Meatballs is a great movie.
If you haven't heard A Silent Film before, then you should probably look them up.
I've also been listening to Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros, Antennas Up, Ha Ha Tonka, Florence and The Machine, and Sneaker Pimps. (Check it out).
Friday, November 12, 2010
Lady Astray, New Beginning
Napolean Otto wished he was not on a plane. He had never really like planes, but there were times when it was necessary to use one. He had boarded the flight in Detroit, made a change in San Fransisco, and was about five minutes out from landing in Sydney, Australia.
I have been on this plane for too long, Napolean thought to himself, rustling his caterpillar mustache. He huffed a sigh, tilted his head back and closed his eyes. He was not tired, but his eyes did not want to stay open either. The familiar ding, ding of the seat belt activation bothered him more than the average person would generally be bothered by such a plain sound.
He sighed again, quick enough to jostle the bristles of his thick black mustache. Napolean's mustache was peppered occasionally with stark white hairs. His wife always told him that he should dye it all one color, rather than letting it go slowly into a hodge podge of black, white, and gray. "It looks so messy when it is all different colors like that," she would bark crisply at him. She would never look him in the face when she said this, but insisted on it anyway. He would only wiggle his lip at her, to see if she would notice, but she never did.
Napolean Otto wiggled his lip in much the same way now, with that same mild irritation that he always tried to express in response to his wife's comments. He blinked slowly, settling into a fine squint that left him looking very angry indeed. The flight attendant stopped next to him just then, double checking for buckled seat belts and smiling in his direction absentmindedly. He blinked at her, and she gave a small nod in recognition.
"It will just be a few more minutes, sir." She finished off the comment with another practiced smile. Napolean was not buying it. He let his thoughts wander to his mission in Australia.
Doctor Jack Price had been a long time friend to Napolean Otto, and Napolean was not about to forget it. That was why Napolean was going to visit Jack now. Jack had returned from a mission trip for Doctors Without Borders about a month and a half ago, but Jack's working partner had not returned from her mission on her pre-determined date. Mariana Wilkes was approximately three weeks late in returning to Australia, and Jack was concerned for her.
Napolean was not sure exactly the relationship that Jack had with Mariana--they always claimed that their communications and interactions were purely for professional purposes only, but Napolean Otto was not very well convinced.
Napolean was jostled by a bit of turbulence as the plane descended further. He gripped the arm rests for security, and ground his teeth together in an effort to not let his nervousness show on his face. The gentleman to his right urged the woman next to the window to open it, so that they might look at the pink clouds. Napolean did not care about the pink clouds, and rather wished that the woman would not let herself be wooed by the man in the middle. The man was not good at making a smooth line delivery, so her reactions alternated between laughing at him and laughing with him. Napolean was more or less disgusted by it, but he remembered back to when he was courting his own wife, before they were engaged. It had been a fun time, a care free time. Maybe he should not be so quick to judge.
Before he knew it, the plane had touched down, and he stood quickly to collect his bag from the overhead cabin. No one ever dared to take space away from Napolean after he had stood up in the aisle. He was not a large man by any means but plump, and also had an intimidation factor that most people picked up on and also tried to avoid. His wife also told him multiple times that his mustache forced people away from him. Napolean did not mind one way or another what people thought of him and his mustache, but figured that anyone worth talking to would find that his mustache was not that intimidating after all.
Napolean Otto exited the plane quickly, thanked the pilot and attendants on his way out, and made his way toward the customs desk. After his passport was stamped, he went through security and found a beverage counter. The airport in Sydney seemed relatively empty for a weekend, but it could have also been the fact that it was still early morning, and many travelers may not be up and about. He ordered a water and tipped the clerk more than was necessary for such a small purchase.
Napolean walked further through the terminal before he found where all the people were sitting. Most had gone through preliminary security and were sitting by their required gate, waiting for their flights. Still, it seemed odd that so many people would sit still so consistently. The phenomenon made him uneasy, and he quickened his pace toward the exit. Napolean hailed a cab and gave directions to the driver for a small hotel on the western edge of town. I should probably continue on to Alice Springs tonight, Napolean thought, sipping his water in the backseat of the cab. That is another flight though, and that last one wore me out.
I have been on this plane for too long, Napolean thought to himself, rustling his caterpillar mustache. He huffed a sigh, tilted his head back and closed his eyes. He was not tired, but his eyes did not want to stay open either. The familiar ding, ding of the seat belt activation bothered him more than the average person would generally be bothered by such a plain sound.
He sighed again, quick enough to jostle the bristles of his thick black mustache. Napolean's mustache was peppered occasionally with stark white hairs. His wife always told him that he should dye it all one color, rather than letting it go slowly into a hodge podge of black, white, and gray. "It looks so messy when it is all different colors like that," she would bark crisply at him. She would never look him in the face when she said this, but insisted on it anyway. He would only wiggle his lip at her, to see if she would notice, but she never did.
Napolean Otto wiggled his lip in much the same way now, with that same mild irritation that he always tried to express in response to his wife's comments. He blinked slowly, settling into a fine squint that left him looking very angry indeed. The flight attendant stopped next to him just then, double checking for buckled seat belts and smiling in his direction absentmindedly. He blinked at her, and she gave a small nod in recognition.
"It will just be a few more minutes, sir." She finished off the comment with another practiced smile. Napolean was not buying it. He let his thoughts wander to his mission in Australia.
Doctor Jack Price had been a long time friend to Napolean Otto, and Napolean was not about to forget it. That was why Napolean was going to visit Jack now. Jack had returned from a mission trip for Doctors Without Borders about a month and a half ago, but Jack's working partner had not returned from her mission on her pre-determined date. Mariana Wilkes was approximately three weeks late in returning to Australia, and Jack was concerned for her.
Napolean was not sure exactly the relationship that Jack had with Mariana--they always claimed that their communications and interactions were purely for professional purposes only, but Napolean Otto was not very well convinced.
Napolean was jostled by a bit of turbulence as the plane descended further. He gripped the arm rests for security, and ground his teeth together in an effort to not let his nervousness show on his face. The gentleman to his right urged the woman next to the window to open it, so that they might look at the pink clouds. Napolean did not care about the pink clouds, and rather wished that the woman would not let herself be wooed by the man in the middle. The man was not good at making a smooth line delivery, so her reactions alternated between laughing at him and laughing with him. Napolean was more or less disgusted by it, but he remembered back to when he was courting his own wife, before they were engaged. It had been a fun time, a care free time. Maybe he should not be so quick to judge.
Before he knew it, the plane had touched down, and he stood quickly to collect his bag from the overhead cabin. No one ever dared to take space away from Napolean after he had stood up in the aisle. He was not a large man by any means but plump, and also had an intimidation factor that most people picked up on and also tried to avoid. His wife also told him multiple times that his mustache forced people away from him. Napolean did not mind one way or another what people thought of him and his mustache, but figured that anyone worth talking to would find that his mustache was not that intimidating after all.
Napolean Otto exited the plane quickly, thanked the pilot and attendants on his way out, and made his way toward the customs desk. After his passport was stamped, he went through security and found a beverage counter. The airport in Sydney seemed relatively empty for a weekend, but it could have also been the fact that it was still early morning, and many travelers may not be up and about. He ordered a water and tipped the clerk more than was necessary for such a small purchase.
Napolean walked further through the terminal before he found where all the people were sitting. Most had gone through preliminary security and were sitting by their required gate, waiting for their flights. Still, it seemed odd that so many people would sit still so consistently. The phenomenon made him uneasy, and he quickened his pace toward the exit. Napolean hailed a cab and gave directions to the driver for a small hotel on the western edge of town. I should probably continue on to Alice Springs tonight, Napolean thought, sipping his water in the backseat of the cab. That is another flight though, and that last one wore me out.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
II -- NaNo: Lady Astray
Just as Napolean was preparing to make the final turn onto the path that led to Jack Price's home, the radio in the old jalopy came on. The dispatcher that Otto had rented the jalopy from was needing it for transporting the prime minister in from the airport.
**This blip may or may not be used in the actual story, and the first section for this story may be rewritten at a later time (this weekend). Some research has uncovered that I need to get some facts straight before I can continue.
Please stay tuned for more. :-D
**This blip may or may not be used in the actual story, and the first section for this story may be rewritten at a later time (this weekend). Some research has uncovered that I need to get some facts straight before I can continue.
Please stay tuned for more. :-D
I -- NaNo: Lady Astray
Napolean Otto bounced along in the rusty old jalopy with some discomfort. The plastic window coverings were missing, allowing the wind to carry heaping mouthfuls of dust into Napolean Otto's frowning face.
I hate the outback, he thought to himself in exasperation. This better be worth my time.
Napolean Otto was a short man, not unlike Napolean Bonaparte, his namesake. Otto was still several inches taller, and much stockier than the legendary man. Otto had dark hair, a bushy caterpillar mustache and a hint of olive in his complexion. He was often mistaken as being Hispanic in heritage, but any careful eye could see his heritage was drawn down from Greece.
Otto had been a friend to Doctor Jack Price for some years now, though the two of them had not spoken in recent months. Otto assumed that Jack did not want anything to do with him after he introduced Jack to the love of his life, Mariana Richards.
It must have been February that we last talked to each other, Otto wiggled his large mustache in contemplation. I wonder what precisely Jack has been up to.
Napolean Otto drove along the deeply rutted path towards the highest crest of the hill, where Jack Price's house was nestled behind some of the tallest scrub bushes around.
I hate the outback, he thought to himself in exasperation. This better be worth my time.
Napolean Otto was a short man, not unlike Napolean Bonaparte, his namesake. Otto was still several inches taller, and much stockier than the legendary man. Otto had dark hair, a bushy caterpillar mustache and a hint of olive in his complexion. He was often mistaken as being Hispanic in heritage, but any careful eye could see his heritage was drawn down from Greece.
Otto had been a friend to Doctor Jack Price for some years now, though the two of them had not spoken in recent months. Otto assumed that Jack did not want anything to do with him after he introduced Jack to the love of his life, Mariana Richards.
It must have been February that we last talked to each other, Otto wiggled his large mustache in contemplation. I wonder what precisely Jack has been up to.
Napolean Otto drove along the deeply rutted path towards the highest crest of the hill, where Jack Price's house was nestled behind some of the tallest scrub bushes around.
#16--Channeling My Inner Witch for the Greater Good
I've been working overnights lately at work in order to build up my hours on my paycheck--gotta make dem monies.
The only problem with this is that it is now NOVEMBER and for anyone who's anyone they will know that November is NaNoWriMo. And no I haven't started, and yes I've intended to, but its difficult when you wake up to go to work and come home to sleep and leave for work when you wake up again. Today wasn't so bad--I actually worked during the daytime, but here I am now, adopting my previous typical "writing at night" routine. This is fine with me, but I have a lot of catching up to do.
In addition to the excitement/anxiety associated with NaNo, I've been looking for a new job, because having an inconsistent schedule for inconsistent times really doesn't cut it for paying the ever increasing bills. Being married takes a toll on you, not because its awful (whoever said that about their marriage probably shouldn't have tied the knot anyway) but because once you go from a single unit to a double unit things pile up. Like insurance. And student loans.
Also, the holidays are swift approaching and my birthday was just last weekend (and yes, Halloween too). I was an impromptu pirate and it was fabulous (thank you Carol for letting me borrow the goods). My birthday was pretty fantastic as well--got a couple new books, one fiction, the other a collection of blips from various writers about their favorite books. I was sold by the preface, where Ray Bradbury discussed his high appreciation for Poe's works--I feel as if I am bound to follow in his footsteps. (Much happiness ensues here).
Needless to say, I've been a busy gal lately. And happy for the time at work (but not for the headaches or backaches at the end of the day), and happy for the additional sleep I've been getting as a result.
Touching on some posts from previously, I keep meaning to discuss in more length the idea of the collective conscious, as well as that one thing (it has a name, i know it) where people fail to realize that other people exist--just another car on the highway kind of idea. Group mentality. Mass hysteria. These are all very interesting studies to me. I feel there should be a correlation between them and politics, and if there are any studies that have worked on that subject in particular. I suppose some research is in my future. HOWEVER.... I feel it may be more important/interesting/easily workable to link this "group think" idea with politics... Specifically meaning in regards to government and what we would like to see happen for our economy, education, world health (including "going green"), etc. The only issue there is: there are so many differing viewpoints that it would be rather difficult to persuade even 50% of the nation to feel one thing or another as far as political viewpoints. So much of what goes on in the government is ridiculous that it would also be difficult to pinpoint those plans or ideas that will do the people the most good. So, rather than trying to convince the majority of citizens of one thing or another, it would almost be easier to work on those who are in office directly. Its a much smaller percentage, but harder to reach due to security levels.
I realize this idea/concept isn't fully formed yet and that I don't have (entirely outlined that is) a viewpoint which would be applicable to those in office. But as I sit here and think about what kind of good (or evil) could be done for our country through this method, I also suspect that this kind of action would be a precursor to a governmental revolution. AND it is entirely true that we are allowed to overthrow our government if they get ridiculous... but I feel that the American citizens have forgotten this. They (being the government) cannot possibly jail EVERY citizen simultaneously (unless they bring back concentration camps, etc). I am not endorsing that we (as a collective group think America) go about bashing people's heads in to make our point, but play our game judiciously at first, and when we hit the last unbreakable wall, we find another way. Because if Americans are anything, we are resilient. We may be injured but we are pretty darn good at bouncing back full force.
COME ON AMERICA. let's whoop some ass.
***
On another note, as it gets colder, i feel more and more witchy. I am being slapped in the face with new ideas for stories all the time, and I am working up a way to build a schedule for myself. I want to write more and more, and work on several projects at once. And of course upon their completion I'll send the manuscripts off to publishers and see where that takes me.
As for now, I'm off to start that story for NaNo that I've been talking about and planning for the last month and a half. Here goes 50K!!
The only problem with this is that it is now NOVEMBER and for anyone who's anyone they will know that November is NaNoWriMo. And no I haven't started, and yes I've intended to, but its difficult when you wake up to go to work and come home to sleep and leave for work when you wake up again. Today wasn't so bad--I actually worked during the daytime, but here I am now, adopting my previous typical "writing at night" routine. This is fine with me, but I have a lot of catching up to do.
In addition to the excitement/anxiety associated with NaNo, I've been looking for a new job, because having an inconsistent schedule for inconsistent times really doesn't cut it for paying the ever increasing bills. Being married takes a toll on you, not because its awful (whoever said that about their marriage probably shouldn't have tied the knot anyway) but because once you go from a single unit to a double unit things pile up. Like insurance. And student loans.
Also, the holidays are swift approaching and my birthday was just last weekend (and yes, Halloween too). I was an impromptu pirate and it was fabulous (thank you Carol for letting me borrow the goods). My birthday was pretty fantastic as well--got a couple new books, one fiction, the other a collection of blips from various writers about their favorite books. I was sold by the preface, where Ray Bradbury discussed his high appreciation for Poe's works--I feel as if I am bound to follow in his footsteps. (Much happiness ensues here).
Needless to say, I've been a busy gal lately. And happy for the time at work (but not for the headaches or backaches at the end of the day), and happy for the additional sleep I've been getting as a result.
Touching on some posts from previously, I keep meaning to discuss in more length the idea of the collective conscious, as well as that one thing (it has a name, i know it) where people fail to realize that other people exist--just another car on the highway kind of idea. Group mentality. Mass hysteria. These are all very interesting studies to me. I feel there should be a correlation between them and politics, and if there are any studies that have worked on that subject in particular. I suppose some research is in my future. HOWEVER.... I feel it may be more important/interesting/easily workable to link this "group think" idea with politics... Specifically meaning in regards to government and what we would like to see happen for our economy, education, world health (including "going green"), etc. The only issue there is: there are so many differing viewpoints that it would be rather difficult to persuade even 50% of the nation to feel one thing or another as far as political viewpoints. So much of what goes on in the government is ridiculous that it would also be difficult to pinpoint those plans or ideas that will do the people the most good. So, rather than trying to convince the majority of citizens of one thing or another, it would almost be easier to work on those who are in office directly. Its a much smaller percentage, but harder to reach due to security levels.
I realize this idea/concept isn't fully formed yet and that I don't have (entirely outlined that is) a viewpoint which would be applicable to those in office. But as I sit here and think about what kind of good (or evil) could be done for our country through this method, I also suspect that this kind of action would be a precursor to a governmental revolution. AND it is entirely true that we are allowed to overthrow our government if they get ridiculous... but I feel that the American citizens have forgotten this. They (being the government) cannot possibly jail EVERY citizen simultaneously (unless they bring back concentration camps, etc). I am not endorsing that we (as a collective group think America) go about bashing people's heads in to make our point, but play our game judiciously at first, and when we hit the last unbreakable wall, we find another way. Because if Americans are anything, we are resilient. We may be injured but we are pretty darn good at bouncing back full force.
COME ON AMERICA. let's whoop some ass.
***
On another note, as it gets colder, i feel more and more witchy. I am being slapped in the face with new ideas for stories all the time, and I am working up a way to build a schedule for myself. I want to write more and more, and work on several projects at once. And of course upon their completion I'll send the manuscripts off to publishers and see where that takes me.
As for now, I'm off to start that story for NaNo that I've been talking about and planning for the last month and a half. Here goes 50K!!
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