Monday, October 17

NaNoWriMo 2011

Only seventh-son families can work magic, but that doesn't mean commoners can't fake it.

Robin is known as "the eighth son of the Muds" even though she is a girl. Like her brothers before her, she is rough, rowdy and indistinguishable by the layers of gray mud caked onto her skin and hair. But at night, when everyone else is sleeping, she dances. Since none, but the nobles dance, it is with this secret passion that Robin becomes envious of her older brother and the fact that he's allowed to attend the Royal Academy simply because he is a seventh-son.
So, what does she do?

She picks up any old alley cat from the streets and tries to sneak in, of course.

Monday, October 10

"Don't ever forget the..." Lyrics

Lyrics/Rough Draft...

Can you remember reading shakespeare in the school that is high?
Can you recall the atmosphere of carbon dioxide?
I'll see'o to it,
If you'll go through it,
With me one more time.

Verse 1
Astronomy, where the black hole is me
And art classes one two and three
All the planets revolve around the sun, a star
But if we follow an orbit, then we won't get past
what you cut up into pieces again and again
just making a collage that makes it last
I see the pieces underneath the new
the memories may fade,
but they'll stay there too
so take a hint and let it hit
like a dodgeball in gym:

Ignorance isn't...
you cannot forget
can't drown out the memories
can't stop the pull of the habit
So when you make the switch, make it...
Don't ever forget
or else you can't stop it from happening all over again.

Verse 2
One equals one why? I'm done with this course,
how hoarse came my voice again and again,
when I selected an A for each multiple choice.
And got an F as a grade
cause the.. you know the rest.
The teacher of bias, of spite and dislike,
lost all my work and was able to sleep (that night)
But you keep coming back to settle the score
But you sow what you reap
and there's nothing to keep
This isn't show and tell.


Verse 3?

Monday, October 3

Midnight Roleplay

Ebony, Crow and Elle
           What better way to research your character's personality then by throwing them into the vicious roleplaying boards on neopets? (It was research I tell you!)
          Can you guess which one I played?

          How about who said what?

  1. "I steal dolphins, souls AND cheese!"
  2. "How can we tell you're mortal... hmmm... Oh! I know! I know! Let's cut off one of your arms!"
  3. "If you want it dead. I can kill it."

          Highlight for answers: Elle was my character. 1. Ebony. 2. Elle. 3. Crow.

Monday, September 26

Journal Doodles

If you keep a journal, here's an idea!
My September Project (finished early)
          At the beginning of every month, reserve a page to do a "project" on. As you go throughout the month you can go back and add to this page... A little sketch here, a little definition, and maybe some color with whatever is lying around (like crayons and a highlighter). After every time you write you can add a little something and instead of all those itty bitty doodles you draw since you don't have the patience to sit down and do a whole composition... you can have a long-term doodle that looks more awesome.

         Whatever you do, journal or not, I hope you find some time in your day to appreciate the ascetics of life and find a little bit of happiness while you're at it. Gambatte!

Monday, September 19

Miracle: The Long Lost Novel Returns

           The following timeline relates to my "Year of the Tree" series which is fantasy/adventure. There are four books: Ninth Island, Decade Prophesy, Eleven's Council and Twelve Tribes:

- November 2007: I wrote The Ninth Island. The setting was highly akin to any prep-school story and so I scrapped it.

- November 2008: I rewrote The Ninth Island with all the same characters, but with it closer to the Adventure genre. I also wrote about 10k into the sequel The Decade Prophesy.

- December 2008: I sent the first few chapters of The Ninth Island for one of my friends to read/edit. She said she hadn't gotten very far in and that I needed to show and not tell, along with syntax and all that good stuff. It was good advice, really. She did however show her sister without asking me first and that made me averse to showing anyone my work.

- Spring 2009: In the height of the school season I switched between computers often and kept a single copy on a USB to make it easier to edit. Secretly of course. I kept the USB on a keychain. When my oldest sister came to visit, she needed to borrow a house key. Yes, the USB broke, and so did my novel, and all the research and planning that went with it.

- September 2011, last week: One of my sisters was organizing her computer files. (In my efforts to not hate my oldest sister forever, I had checked every computer from school to the windows '98 in storage. No, no there was no copy on her computer...) but there was a file "Year of the Tree" on one of her USB flash drives. And in that file, was everything.

     I was overjoyed. Crying at the miracle of my long lost novel finally returning home!
     Upon reading the first few paragraphs I began to pity my friend... how could I have made her read something that would even make M. Night Shyamalan cry?

          "Fine morning, isn’t it Moro?" Miri gave a slight smile and sat beside her brother.
          Moro had shorter brown hair and identical green eyes to his sister. The two of them looked out to the space where heaven met earth, the very line that was growing brighter by the minute. It would be sunrise in about an hour.
          Moro gritted his teeth and pursed his lips. He strained to not make eye contact with the sinister person beside him. Moro hated his older sister. Even now the selfish girl was trying to make him break his vow of silence.
          Miri stretched her arms upward and yawned. "Well as long as your tongue is tied, I suppose I can freely speak."
          Moro wanted get up and run, but he wasn’t allowed to leave his post. There was nothing he could do to stop Miri from distracting him. The only concentration left was on not speaking, no matter what clever comebacks he had on his mind.
          "I- I don’t support your promotion. The elders even don’t want you to become a field worker either. In fact this operation would do well without you. I’m saying this because we both know you are an incurable prankster with a fickle attitude. This isn’t your future so, just back out of it."

          Seriously? For now, I am tucking this little gem away for a third draft. No prep school, no redundant insight to the characters motives... or vomitable dialogue... just an adventure fantasy.
          An epic one.
          Because you cannot take a miracle novel and turn it into garbage. (Eh, we'll see about that).

Saturday, September 17

8 seconds = 4 hours

- My sister's application video project. I took me about four hours to do those eight seconds, but I also had to get used to the program I was using (photoshop) all over again.
- Please go to Youtube to like and comment!

Monday, September 12

Monday, September 5

The Last Pacman

Welcome to the New and Improved Imaginary Month Blog!
A magical place that doesn't exist.

Kind of like my animation skills:
Stewed Sea Prune +100,000 / Mango + 250,000 / Papaya +500,000 / Cabbage +1,000,000 points