Writing, writing, writing...

Some of my favorite moments of a story is the really emotional parts or the suspenseful parts.  But I also love the sullen quieter parts where the character is trying to figure a puzzle out.  Not the jigsaw kind!  But the questions floating in the character's mind.  I also love it when an author describes something that doesn't seem to have any other importance in the book until the character vitally needs that piece of information.  I like writing, but write now (oops, punny typo!) I'm just writing all of these tidbits to learn how to use different techniques and, also, just to encourage myself to write more so that I can get better.  I'm thinking about trying to attach some of the tidbits I'm writing together so that maybe they'll have a storyline, clearer characters, and better descriptions.  My biggest problem writing is that I often write about children or teenagers who go to public school which I, myself, do not.  I've known people who go to public school but it doesn't help me know what I'm writing about.  And they never seem to have homework really.  And in most schools, especially high schools and middle schools, most kids don't even have time to do much besides eat dinner, finish up homework, and go to bed.  So I solve my problems by making it summer and they're all on vacation.  Or they have to get away from school somehow.  One of my characters quite literally ran away from home in one of my various, unfinished novel-wannabes.  Before that situation, she just called in sick multiple times.  And for a very insufficient reason.  Or maybe it was.  But that doesn't matter because that story was one of my first and most flawed works.  Not that my others are not.  But instead of continuing like I should, I just try again.  I keep thinking about maybe combining all of my ideas into one document but now that I've spent to much time avoiding my idea, there are too many various story and plot lines.  The only way it could work well would be that all of my "real world" characters get sucked into a fantasy world by the ultimate evil villain of all time who has a great amount of followers and minions from my different documents.  Some of the supposed-to-be-good forces could join the villains and the rest of my fictional fellows could come together to destroy the ultimate evil.  Then I would tie some sort of moral issues into it that are answered from the bible and thus leaving the reader completely utterly incapable of contemplating what just happened.

Main audience says, "What?"

Which is entirely my point it might be great but most likely it would just end up at the bottom of my files, titled, "Worst--Story--EVER"  But if something is named "worst story ever" it leads the reader to want to pick it up even more to find out what makes it such a terrible story.  Wouldn't they be scarred for life?  They probably wouldn't be able to get past the first three chapters.  But that is, if I did write this "worst story ever" and then there would be that one person out there who either knows me really well or is crazy who would say something about how great it is and then I would publish it with that one quote on the back, "BEST--Story--Ever".  There goes my writing career.  Assuming that I wrote this novel.  Which I won't because I'm smart enough to know the consequences.

I'm not saying that I couldn't combine a couple of my stories together, I'm just saying that it's insane to think that a story could contain three good fairies, a rock monster, several teenagers with depressing life stories, a super hero, a pair of twin giants, an elf, two smart chipmunks, a princess, McCavity's evil minions of Doom, a weird surfer, some funky person who thinks she can fly, several pairs of twins, lots of single parents for some reason or another, an evil fairy, and quite a few other strange wonders including two people who think they can fly.  Oh and one person who can read minds.  So no.  You will probably never find a crazy, disconcerting novel like that with my name on it.  Live with it.  Trust me, one crazy person is enough for one book, we don't need three, four, or even five psychological people in a book.

Have I said enough?  Well, hopefully I didn't say too much.  Now that you know how crazy my unfinished writings are, take a look:

“Mom!  Do you know where we keep the buttermilk?” said Jackie sticking her head in the refrigerator.  Now that it was summer, the heat was unbearable.  She could use any excuse to feel some cool air on her sweating face.

“In the garage refrigerator, bottom shelf.  Why?”  Her mom said from her computer chair where she was filing things that Jackie didn’t care about.

“No reason.” She said shutting the refrigerator doors.  She walked into the living room and picked up the remote.  She flipped the TV on to channel 52 grabbed a gossip magazine off the floor and flopped on the couch, propping her feet up on the coffee table where a mug of coffee sat.  She picked up the glass with her toes, passed it to her left hand which then tipped the dark, bitter liquid down her throat as she took a long refreshing sip.

“How can you do that?” asked her mom looking up from her work, “It’s ninety degrees outside and you still drink your hot coffee like it’s lemonade!”

“You’re just jealous!” Jackie laughed as she took another long gulp.

“Whatcha watchin” she said as she stretched from fingertips to toes.

“Oswald Channel.  Recently the shows have been getting less interesting.  Like, they have a show called My Mother’s a Vampire.  I think the vampire theme should have run out by now.  It’s been two whole years since Dawn Light came out.”

“Are you planning on doing anything this summer?”

“Like what?” Jackie took a third and final swig of her coffee and tossed her magazine to the floor.

“I don’t know…Like taking up a new hobby.  Go play outside more, something like that; instead of frying your brain in front of the TV or computer all day.”

“Ahem…” Jackie said hinting to the fact that her mother spent a lot of time on the computer herself.

“Well, you know that what I’m doing is putting a roof over your head and air conditioning for the house.” Her mom got up from her spot at the computer and clasped her hands over her head as she stretched from fingertips to toes.

“Okay, I guess I’ll go outside for a while…”  She switched the TV off and slid her feet into some blue flip-flops and pulled her hair back into a ponytail that she had kept around her wrist, “Only if I can have a popsicle.”

“Certainly; would you like a lemon or cherry?  We only have two left.” Said her mother walking towards the freezer.

“Hmm…  Cherry.”

“All righty.” She said throwing the red one towards Jackie.  She caught it up in one hand, squeezed the rapper to form a bubble in one end and hit the bulging part with the other hand causing the popsicle to burst out of its casing.  Jackie then snatched it up one-handedly and took a large bite out of the frozen treat.   “You’re so weird…In a good way.  Well, you have fun outside.  Love you Sweetie.”

“Love you too.  I’ll be back in an hour.”  She walked into the hallway and looked at herself in the mirror there.  She looked at the odd scar on her forehead.  She had no idea where it came from but it annoyed her how big and obvious it was.  It was about the width and length of her pinky and went down at an angle.  When she got sunburned on her forehead, it stung.

This is an example of some of my good writing.  I sort of edited it early last month (I think that's right) and enhanced it with more descriptions and I fixed a few things to make it sound better and more real.  If anyone out there has any (kind) advice on making this better or any questions or comments, please feel free to do so.  I need to edit my tidbits more now because Frances is spelled Francis when it shouldn't be.  Adios, tu poco burritos!

Well, as for school...

Bleh.  And it's even more irritating that my science (later on) looks like another math book.  I think they pay people to sneak in uninteresting subjects into other uninteresting subjects to make the beholder even more uninterested.  Might I use uninterested once more?  I thought not.

Well, on the subject of words, I think it's stupid that my Total Language Plus book would give me two words that I think most people should know: indubitably and commiserate.  Like, seriously, I'm reading the Scarlet letter, I'm certain there are plenty of other unknown words to use...Like phantasmagorical!  I just had to look that one up.  Look, the definition is:

"A series or group of strange or bizarre images seen as if in a dream"

I gave that one to you on a silver plate just in case you don't feel like looking such a large word up.  My school is a lot of reading right now.  I'll be getting into writing essays, papers or what not later.  I don't mind writing papers very much.  I love to write.  But the only reason I don't like writing for school is there are so many boundaries.  Most of them I understand and they do make my paper look professional but sometimes I think that too many rules boxes you in along with chaining up your creative use.  The best papers, books, or essays are the ones that look like the person enjoyed writing them.  If the author enjoyed writing that document, then the enthusiasm really shows in their work.  I can re-read things I've written and tell when I was bored with my idea and wanted to stop writing.  I can also tell when I loved writing a specific part so much that the details are vivid and the colors are clear and the emotion is beautifully shown.  I love to write because I love showing people my thoughts bright and clearly as if they were thinking it instead of me.  I love the kind of books where you can just picture everything as if in a movie but even deeper because then you can feel what the other character is feeling.

That's part of the reason why all of those books with the winding and confusing words aggravate me.  I read slowly to begin with and it's even harder for me to have to stop for every sentence and think about what it means.  Which is okay to a point, but if I'm sitting there for an entire five minutes and still don't get it, it's a waste of time to read.  But I do like to stop while reading books and just reflect on everything I've read so far.  Just be in the moment with your favorite characters.

I think I've blogged enough about writing.  If I don't stop now, I'll never stop writing about writing and books and writing books.  In fact I probably could write a book on writing books!  I should stop before you get too confused and decide to read some other person's blog.

So apparently Taylor Swift is making a new album called Red.  The lead single (according to often inaccurate Wikipedia) isn't as good as some of her other songs.  Well, I don't really care because how good a song is is a complete opinion.  But I haven't heard anything new lately so I don't know what her new stuff sounds like.

I was thinking of posting music since that's something I haven't done in a while.  There's this one song by J.J. Heller I like but it's not on the album that jesusfreakhideout shows.  I was going to look it up but I think I forgot what the title is.

Well this post has been long enough.  So bye-bye kitten pie!

Random Posting

This morning I was busy writing meaningful junk on Word.  I've been writing this thing that was basically a whole bunch of tidbits of something that could be a story but all the tidbits are are me writing down my greatest ideas.  I was tired of writing a story in a specific order so I started doing my whole tidbit thing and it's a lot more fun.  Not to mention I have over 10 pages of blabbering.  But really all this story is about is these teenagers wind up in this fairytale world which an evil fairy is taking over.  One of the teenagers (named Jackie) was originally a princess of this fairytale world (there her name is Princess Butterfly) but when the evil fairy tried to take over the land and kidnap Butterfly, three other fairies protected her by sending her into the human world where she is found and adopted by a couple.  She grows up with them and because she was so young when the whole evil fairy thing happened she doesn't realize that her memories are more than just dreams she had.  Jackie doesn't even know she's adopted yet, only that some creepy person keeps following her around.  That person turns out to be the evil fairy who sends Jackie to the fairytale land.

Somehow (I'm still trying to figure somethings out with this) the other people at her school get transported to fairytale land as well.

Some of the people at her school include:

Julia-her sometimes loopy friend.

Frances--the shy nerd.  One of the kindest most understanding people in the school and can also for some reason read minds.

Electra--the misunderstood bully who mostly picks on Frances out of jealousy.

Harmony and Zoe--Electra's companions. The three act as a family when their families do not.

Franky--Frances' twin brother who is even smarter than Frances and so is a grade ahead of her.


Well, I'm working on making it better so I'll blog again when things start taking shape.  Plus school is starting for me tomorrow and I have a lot of it.

Here comes the Sun!

Ha ha!  That reminds me of this one sign I saw once!  It was sign for a church of some sort and it said:

"Weather forecast: God reigns, the Son shines"

So adorable.

So I saw Les Miserables last night.  We got the DVD from Netflix and watched half of it Thursday and the other half tonight.  It was spectacular!  Three words, Best Musical Ever!  The characters, cast, music... It was just awesome to watch it.

Blip Blip Blip Blip Blip Blip Blip Blip

Yeah, so I'm bored.  But I shouldn't feel bored.

I'm trying to finish reading The Help and label my blog posts.  I'm sure you've noticed that.  If you haven't, it's not that important of information.

I've also been writing, but you knew that.  Oh!  Today is May the fourth be with you!  We were planning on watching the third Star Wars movie...but our plans changed.  Yes, I still have not seen the third Star Wars movie.  I was too young to watch it the last time we tried to watch it together.  I think I could have handled it but I was just tired of my mom covering my eyes for half of it.  I want to watch the Dick Van Dyke Show.  Or Fractured Fairy tales.  But those are the shows that nobody else in my family likes except for my mother and me.

I feel like posting something funny I wrote.  It's from the story Diamond Gems that I was writing:

“Hey there, grizzly bear!” said the voice of a boy.  Both girls jumped, not expecting his intrusion.

“Harvey!  Don’t sneak up on me like that!” Diamond said, her face turning red.

“Jeez, sorry!” he said, “I just came to say hello to my favorite gem.” He puckered his lips for a quick kiss.  Diamond pushed his face away from hers.

“I don’t think so mister!  You know the rules at Youth Group.  No purpling.”

“Goodness.  Do you have to follow all of the rules?  Why not color outside the lines?”

“Maybe if the crayon was only pink; but my crayon isn’t going anywhere near your crayon and we both know that.”

“Okay, alright! I get it!  You don’t have to be so graphic about it!”

LOL.  Isn't it funny?  Okay, it probably isn't that funny...But I thought it was hilarious.

So I get to see Muppet tomorrow.  We're going to have a sleepover party thing and then in the morning I'm going to her church.  I guess she wanted to get back at me for when I brought her to my church.  But I probably posted that before.

But she's going to paint my nails like butterflies and cupcakes.  So I'll have to bring my camera to take pictures of them.  I don't think I've posted any pictures of my nails.  You probably are curious about how some of my nails turned out.  I can't show you all of them now because some photos are still on my camera but I can show you some of them. 

Let's see...

 Black and white stripes

Rainbow

 Black.  Notice that my toes are the same color and pattern.

Red and black french manicure thing

Red and black french manicure with white stripes

Awesome blue toes.  I think it's actually two different blues on top of each other

 Rainbow nails with black french manicure and rainbow toes with various intersecting stripes.  I ruined my right big toe's nail polish in this picture.  All of it was done by my friend Muppet's steady hand.  I had cute little presents for nails and a holly berry for Christmas on my nails.  I kept ruining my nails that night because we were watching the Nutcracker Prince that night and I kept falling asleep during that movie.

I'm going to Bodyflow with my family tonight.  YES!  My sister from college is HOME.  After that, I'm going to go spend some time at adoration.  Because you can't adore God enough, you know!  It's nice.  It's quiet and you can reflect on the past, your day, your family, your friends, you enemies.  It's kind of like meditating except the Lord is right there on the alter listening to your prayers.  Not that he isn't there any other time.  Because God is always listening.  I love Jeremiah 29:11-13.  Look it up for yourself.  Such inspiring words.

Have a Sunny day!

Figuring out Blogger

So I figured out how to follow people's blogs that have tumblr.  So now, now only am I following them, but now they know I'm following them.  If you know what I'm saying.  Now I can receive updates about other people's blogs!  Besides Muppet.  Who has had the funniest blog titles recently.

So I accomplished something on Facebook, that's that I friended two of my cousins and their parents in one day.  I was surprised since my mom told me that my aunt doesn't go on very often.  Anyways!

I've been writing lately.  But I told you that.  But I want you to tell me if this first paragraph is the slightest bit interesting to you:

It was a cold December evening the day I first moved here.  Florida was gorgeous in the winter.  There was no snow, no red and gold leaves to rake, the sky was crystal clear with only one cloud marbled into the blue of the sky.  I liked it.

What do you think?  My brother doesn't like it.  But Muppet loves it.  Which doesn't surprise me that she would.  And I guess it didn't surprise me that my brother didn't like it.  They have two completely different tastes in books.  If any of my followers actually like that first paragraph, I might post some more.  Muppet has read a lot of what I've already written so she probably doesn't care either way since she knows I'll just send her more.  But I can't do that with all of my followers.  But that's what Blogger is for!

Oh!  Guess what guess what!  My sister came home from college for the ENTIRE summer!!  Oh my goodness I'm so happy she's home!  I still can't get used to her being home.  Just like I can't get used to her NOT being home.  When she's gone, I put six forks at the table at meal time; which isn't correct since there really are only five of us when she's at college.  But when she's home, I put five table settings!  But doing the dishes is a whole ton easier with her being here to take care of the dish drainer.

Okay so I can't wait until next week either because I will be COMPLETELY DONE with this history book!!!  YES!  No more ten page long lessons, no more ten page long speeches, no more three page papers on the French Revolution.  I don't know if I ever even finished that paper.  But my mom said I could stop writing papers if I would do a Total Language Plus on The Hiding Place.

Now I'm going to start using labels on my blog.  I can almost here a joke coming up, "Don't stereotype your blog!" LOL not that kind of label!

I get to go to Zumba tonight!  I want to continue writing awesomeness in the story I'm constructing.  I don't know what to say about my story.  I think I made it more intense than my other stories but it still seems to have a much more plausible plot line.  So I think it might work.

Oh!  check this out:

I run outside while clutching that stuffed animal in my arms as if it were 24 karat gold and worth something.  To me it did.  I fly up the steps to Oliver’s house and I knock on the door with all the force and power that God gave me.  I’m bawling my eyes out waiting for Oliver to answer the door.  But when the door opens, it’s not Oliver.  It’s his father.

Crazy isn't it?  Not as crazy as the last two stories were.  Just crazy as in crazy-awesome.  The paragraph before that is really great, but I don't know if I want to post it until my followers answer my question:

Do you want to read more? 

AHHHHHH! I HAVE A BOOK IDEA!!! Yes. Again...

I'm writing again.  I know what you're thinking.  Yes, you're thinking something like "Oh, great!  Another one!  This girl spends to much time writing stories that go nowhere!" But do you know why I write so many unfinished documents?  It's because I'm waiting for the PERFECT and ABSOLUTE idea.  Even though there probably isn't the ultimate perfect book idea out there, but there are some that are pretty darn close.

What I've been wanting to write is a novel-ish thing that has powerful emotions through out it.  I want to write a book with impact.  I want people to pick it up and read it and learn from it.  I want to write the kind of story that people can relate to a little.  I want the problems to be realistic problems that people deal with all the time.

I keep writing silly stories.  They have random spurts of emotion and usually the characters turn out going crazy or something.  I want sane characters in my story.  But I want lots of characters.  The main character is social and active.

That is the perfect story.  Life is a perfect story.  And the amazing thing about life is that you can change it, sometimes.  You can chose your friends and you can chose the people who are your enemies.  You can choose what you say next, what you'll eat for dinner, where you'll go tomorrow.  You can choose your reaction to events.  You can yell, sing, cry, laugh, or sleep.  You can make your own story.

Blogging Bloggy-ness!

Hello humble heroes!  That's right!  You are a hero!  Because each of you followers is one more reason why I shouldn't just delete my blog forever.  Although, I probably wouldn't do that.  Even if none of you read my blog, it's fun just to talk to myself.  I do that all the time.  Especially when no one will talk to me.  But you probably could have guessed that.

I'm listening to this awesome band called the Carpenters.  When I put the CD I'm thinking, "Oh no, another 20th century composer.  I wonder if this will be different." and it is and not at the same time.  All 70's music sounds like 70's music but, I don't know; I really like the tunes to some of the songs.  Yeah so anyways.

One of my many fans asked me to post some more paint pictures up.  Oh, I need to say something!  But then again, I guess I always say that even if it's not important.  One of my other little followers said something about pictures not uploading well in this new format.  My pictures are loading fine, though.  I haven't had any problems with loading pictures, yet.  I posted a picture of Cosmo in one of my older posts and it loaded fine.

Here's some pictures that I've made for a story that I was writing:

Yeah, so the people probably make no sense to you since (except Muppet) none of you have read it.  I feel like if I put the story here, it would be much to long.  Especially since I have an interesting link to share in a minute.  So I'm just going to explain the basic story.

Ninmixtine is the name of the person in the first picture.  She threw her English books at the wall.  Basically, her mother comes in, tells her to finish her school, and then she can call her friend (whose name is Minavena) over.  Ninmixtine finishes her school, calls her friend, discusses the new ringtone that Minavena has, then invites her over.  Minavena gets a call from some guy named Zimbermink, who she likes.  Later she comes to Ninmixtine's house and they talk and laugh about stuff, decide to go to the ice cream shop together, and then go to the movies.

Then the story shifts to an alternative universe where their complete opposites live.  A similar story happens but there are obvious differences.  Such as a paper mâché dog falls instead of a china cat and instead of her mom scolding her for destroying her books, it's her dad and instead of Minavena being excited when she enters Ninmixtine's house, she enters being in tears.  In the alternative universe, the two friends decide to build a portal to the other universe.

That's as far as I've gotten.  I'm going to work on that more today after I play with my brother. 

Writing and Singing

My goodness.  The songs I've been posting lately are SO catchy.  I'm turning on something less catchy....oh wait, that would be hard.  All the songs I have get stuck in my head.  But supposedly if you sing the words to Amazing Grace to the tune of Gilligan's Island it's supposed to help get songs out of your head.  Except for the fact that I don't know the tune to Gilligan's Island because I've never watched that show.  The trick also works the other way around too.  Not that I know the words to Gilligan's Island.

So, I wrote a little bit of something on Saturday:

                “Ha, ha!” said Diamond, “That kid can’t even remember her own name.  Watch!”  Diamond was an ordinary teenager except for the fact that her hair grew in an unnatural shade of blue.  She swore she had never touched a wig or hair dye in her life.

She had been introducing her friend, 

And that was all I got to writing this weekend because the next day was spent at my grandparent's house Skyping my sister at college, eating ice cream, helping my brother and our cousin finish a computer game we were making, and listening to Pride and Prejudice while coloring in a color book with 120 crayons.

Later there was Youth Group.  That was where and when I learned about this creepy guy name Josef Cony.  If you don't know who he is, he's basically this guy who tortures children in Africa and forces them to be his soldiers to terrorize other peaceful peoples in Africa and he even makes the children-soldiers kill their own parents.  We watched a movie on people who were affected by him.  So apparently he based his attacks off the Ten Commandments...If that's true, I wonder what version of the Ten Commandments he read.  I recall them saying things like Thou Shalt Not Kill and Honor Thy Father and Thy Mother.  People these days...

I'm off to play Minecraft and test out the new texture pack my brother made.  Oh, speaking of video games, Muppet FINALLY unlocked Diddy Kong on Mario Kart Wii.  Now I can be my favorite racing monkey in the whole world!

Someone Like You

This is also a good song.  But I guess I wouldn't be posting any songs that weren't good.  My sister at college had a talent show thing that she was doing with her friend and they played this song.  They didn't win, but many people congratulated them for their performance and some people said that they should have won.  One of those people being me.  My sister at college plays the piano when she comes home from college for Summer, Winter, Spring break.  She's really good at playing the piano.  But then you have Al who is almost a pro at playing the piano.  I went to one of his piano concerts and listened to him play and he definitely has some talent.  Well, so does my sister, but she just doesn't put on concerts.

My brother is humming Dr. Who theme rather loudly now and is making it difficult to write about Adele.

Adele is awesome because she's British.  British people have such pretty accents.  I wonder if I have an accent to British people.  I also wonder if British people sit at home trying to talk in an American accent like I sit at home trying to use a pitiful British accent.  But I think I can nail an accent of some kind when I'm doing my three lines as the judge in the Four Angry Pigs script I'm doing with my Drama Club.

So I wanted to write yesterday and instead was drawing pictures on Paint.  Today I'm going to do the opposite.  I really want to draw a good cover for Muppet's book that she's trying to write but I can't draw what I want to draw and it's frustrating.  Oh well.  I'll write instead.