Update. Again.

Well, I did it again. I jumped projects during my Camp Nanowrimo month. Again. And I had just tackled it in a major way.

Let me set the stage. I have gotten interested in a series from Josh Scorcher, really two of them. Both of the series are really good, by the way. They both are D&D campaigns and both the stories and the characters in them are really interesting. And it is so much fun listening to the interplay between the people as they play out the games. And I have some real favorite characters in each of them.

I won’t give away any spoilers. But I was playing with the idea of novelizing one of the streams for a few installations for a week or so now. My other projects suffered because of it. But then something happened in one of the installations that pushed me to a real drive. I had a real fire under me today and had written/edited for the last several hours to get this segment right. I admit that I worry that this event, which I admit was devastatingly sad, got me to get so focused on this is really troubling. But I’ll admit that one of the first rules of writing is that if it makes you feel the emotions you are trying to write, then your readers will feel them too.

Of course, that might also be because of the wonderful roleplaying ability of the various players who are portraying the characters.

Here is a link to that one.

 

Here is the link for the start of the other campaign, which is wonderful.

So anyway, This is what I have to report. I am working on a new project, but I won’t completely shelf the others. Even though one I gave away, and regretted afterward since I really don’t care for it when I looked at it afterward. Still, he said it was interesting, so I take hope that he had at least been slightly amused by it.

 

And until I see you again, take care, and keep creating!

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Camp Nano so far

I have been lagging behind on my writing goal. Next time I’m going to set a lower goal…

But here is a sample of how the new novel is going. I actually liked the premise behind this one. Almost all of it so far is by random rolls and generators. ^_^ I’m a happy little crazy writer with generators!

 
Trisra loved to people-watch. No matter what else was going on, just the simple act of sitting at the step of her master’s shop and watching the people passing to and fro always seemed to calm her nerves. Maybe it was because of her background as a half-elf. Maybe it was simply her retiring nature. Regardless of the reason, she always seemed more comfortable observing life rather than actively participating in it.

She jumped at the sound of a door being banged nearby and turned to see a willowy boy hammering away with a basket on one slender arm. He noticed her glancing at him and winked cheekily. She rolled her eyes and pointedly looked away. This caused her to see a woman on crutches hobbling along the street. She was at best half-dressed and looked rather upset. She half rose, her reluctance momentarily set aside in a rare wave of concern, but before she could stand, a tall brown-haired man strode over to her side, and picked the hurt woman up with a sweep. She didn’t have much time to register the look of relief and hope that flashed over the woman’s face before the pair vanished again in the stream of humanity.

A chanting song caught her attention next, and turning toward it, she saw a cheerful girl concentrating on some kind of game that seemed to involve chanting to the timed clapping of hands and juggling of some kind of marbles. Trisra watched for a moment in bemused silence, wondering what the skinny girl could possibly be doing, but again her attention was pulled away by a young man who raced by her lookout, looking like he was hiding something in his cloak.

There was an oddly dressed young man who is walking unsteadily as he left a tavern a few buildings down. he was singing an obnoxious and somewhat off-color song off-keyed. He staggered passed a dark-skinned old woman who was tossing a coin in the hat of a beggar. There was a man standing near the pare, with a strange-looking staff in his hand, and a calm, relaxed smile on his face. An ugly girl walked by, mumbling something in a language Trisra didn’t understand. A minute later a man with very developed muscles and a stunning amulet around his neck paused and glanced around him as though lost, then pulled out a map. The flash of a golden ring almost blinded Trisra for a moment. Then he too was gone.

Trisra leaned back on one of her arms. The other hand reached up absently to push back a stray brown curl that was insisting on tickling her nose. Then a man appearing near the closest alley caught her attention. He was heavily tattooed and seemed to have been in a scuffle recently. For he sported both a black eye and a split lip. He seemed to be scanning the area around him with eyes that flashed with both arrogance and rage. But he somehow missed a short man who ducked into the alley behind him with a barely stifled yawn.

An example of my way of learning

I thought I would share this to give you some idea of how I learn and think. To give you a taste of my chaos, as it were.
These are notes I made from an online video, a German class that was online, and an online video on writing. Yeah, it is pretty all over the place. But the older I get, the more I realize that I am this way. And to make myself more logical would be a huge disservice to how I really learn.

I almost deleted this as soon as I put it up because it felt silly. But I pushed through. I hope you enjoy reading my notes.

 

What are the differences between the rich and the poor?

The rich pay themselves first. The Godly pays God first, and themselves second. But still, the main point remains.

The rich base their decisions on long-term rewards rather than instant gratification.

Rich people have several sources of income

rich people continually invest in themselves

the rich never blame but take full responsibility for their failures,

the rich don’t sleep in.

the rich have a clear vision or purpose

the rich make progress before entertainment

I recently started teaching myself, German. I found myself preferring to read out the words first, and sounding them out loud to myself. I took a few notes now and then to try to help build vocab in my head. But then I lost steam and started skipping. I know this was a mistake now.

Why did you decide to be a student, and what do you hope to gain from your studies?

Well, I love to learn for its own sake to begin with. And now that I am forty, I feel like I really need to dig in and learn as much as I can to better myself and be more employable and useful. I don’t have the energy of youth anymore so must use my mind to keep ahead. Besides learning is fun for its own sake. ^_^

write a million words, the very best you can. Then throw it away and turn your back on that work. Only then do you really began.

die banana ist gelp. the banana is yellow

New art. Meet Applebrush

I had finally created a piece of art that, even though it was only a rough sketch, I am willing to share.

Meet Applebrush. She is my OC character for My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.
She is a member of the Apple Family, Aunt to Apple Jack, Big Mac, Apple Bloom and many others. And Granny Smith is an Aunt of her’s.

She is a daughter of Apple Strudel, and sister to her older brother, Apple Branch.

Their farm had been going downhill for the last ten years as Apple Strudel grew older, and to help make ends meet, the family had turned their farmhouse into a bed and breakfast, called the Cozy Corner Grove. It is starting to get noticed and she now has a few regular customers who come several times a year for health reasons or just a few days of rest and relaxation.

She had to be clever because of her own health issues. She was born with a heart defect and cannot work as hard as many of her family members. She keeps up with the housework, is a confirmed bookworm, and a small-time artist and book reviewer.

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Thank you and have a good day.

a few Youtube selections

Here is a new (to me) Vlogger who is now participating in VEDS. That is vlogging, or videos every day in September. And here he is talking about a topic near and dear to my heart. Jeffery Guion with the channel, Jeffery Guion. ^_^

 

 

Another VEDS vlogger, and in fact the only one that did VEDS every year since its beginning, posted about the podcast he and Mat Guion make. Check it out. It is fun.

 

Lastly, I put up a song that really resonated with me. Yeah, I had to deal with this kind of thing. And being this random. Also, it is a fun song, that ends on a surprisingly triumphant not. Oh, and I love those deep notes. 😛

 

An Awkward Post

Well, I had obviously not been following my schedule like I planned. I am sorry. I had a lot of things going wrong this summer, including a heat wave! Heat waves are evil. I found out that when temperatures go past a certain point, my brain goes into hibernation. This made me sad. Nothing creative came out of my brain in the last two month. But on the up side, I been reading on a fairly steady clip, so as soon as I settle down to the task, I should have plenty of reviews, and finished the first season to a theme I wanted to review for this month! YAY!!! So…kinda productive??

Anyway, I will most likely get back in gear this Thursday/Wednesday. Expect a post no later than then, and have an awesome day!

Let It Go

A poem I first wrote for a contest on Writing.com back in 2010! I hope you like it.

 

 

 

“Let it go” The radio sang,
It’s notes of acceptance rang,
In every corner of my mind.
I wondered as I listened.
What will letting go do?
And what needed to go from me?

An answer rang soft and low.
“I think you already know.
Let go of the shame in your way,
The disappointments of the day.
Of the fears that hold you back,
Of the worry of what you lack.”

“Turn instead to me again.
Turn in faith and you will win,
You place, your purpose,
Your peace at last.
Granted only if you rest
At the feet of my cross.”

A Birthday Bear

An early attempt at writing a children’s story. Was first posted on Writing.com on 2010. I hope you like it.

 

 

 

The giant stuffed bear had never spoken to her before, but today…it did. Alice was not sure she heard right, but there was no denying it. She saw her lips move. Which was weird, because she could have sworn that Rainbow did not have lips when her Mommy gave it to her for her birthday last year?

“Hello, dear friend.”

“Who, do you mean me?” Alice sputtered, after making sure that it was indeed the bear who had said it.

“Yes, you’re my friend.” The bear, Rainbow, nodded. Then cocking her head to the side, she added gravely. “I guess you’re my Mum too since you take care of me.”

“But I have a Mommy. I’m only seven!” The girl said, surprise getting the better of shock.

“And you are one. Besides, I’m a year old.”

Alice thought for a moment and smiled. “Okay, I’ll be the best Mommy I can be then!”

“That’s good. I don’t want a bad Mum.”

“You talk funny.”

“I was made in England.”

“Oh.”

There was a short, tense silence, broken only by the sound of the family kitty meowing outside to be let in. Alice wondered idly why he didn’t just ask to be let in. If a stuffed bear could talk, a talking cat would be nothing!

“Are you mad at me?” Rainbow asked at last.

“No! Don’t be silly.” Alice protested quickly. “Why do you ask that?”

“You were quiet, and I know that is not how you act.”

“I was just thinking.”

“Is it about how I can talk?”

“How did you know?”

“I was told to expect it.” Rainbow explained, and there was an air about him that suggested he would have folded his arms over his belly had they been longer. “When I was first made, I knew nothing of the world at all. But I befriended an older toy who could not be sold because of a lame paw. She and I talked about many things before I was sent to the store, you see. One thing she told me was this. On the day of my creation, I can talk to my owner.”

“Wow! Like a birthday present!”

Rainbow thought gravely for a moment. Then He nodded, smiling. “Yes, I guess that is what you can call it, a birthday gift.”

“Are you going to be able to talk all day?” Alice demanded.

“Yes.”

“Then let’s not waste a moment!”

That day was more fun than Alice could ever remember. They had tea. They went exploring the park with Mommy. They hid in the tree house with baby sister Carrie and told secrets. Rainbow let her know where she preferred to sleep and all the details that made a bear’s life more comfortable. Long before the day was over; Alice was already looking forward to next year, planning Teddy Rainbow’s birthday.

Book Review-A Summer to Die

A Summer to Die Written by Lois Lowry

Unlike the other books by Lois Lowry, I read this one when I was actually a teenager. I was in love with it back then, and it was one of a handful that I manage to read to pieces. Some of the books I did that to was not as good, but I had a shortage of good books at the time. So when I did get a good book, I would read it till I had to tape the pages together.

A Summer to Die was surprisingly fun to read, despite the dark title. It follows a family, who goes to the country for a year so that the Father, who is an English Professor, can write a book on Irony. No joke. And along the year, the various members of the family live life and some of the life was not that good. The main character is the youngest, Meg. And she is a creative, highly intelligent, but moody thirteen-year-old who loves art and photography. She does not know what she wants from life, she just knows she wants to do something important with it. She has a fifteen-year-old sister, who is very sure of what she wants. To be Mrs. Somebody else, and have at least six babies.

As the title suggests, Someone dies. But I like how this is not obvious at first. It kind of creeps in on the family, unawares. Mixed in with making new friends, and finding boyfriends, with days of the sound of pounding typewriter keys, and quilt-piecing. Just like it happens in real life. And like real life, the more serious the situation gets, the more it consumes the whole family. Even Meg, who is left out of the loop on most of it, feels it slowly take over and change her family. And how it changes her sister most of all The book is just about perfect, in my mind. Though to be fair, it is the only one where I’m not sure I’m looking at it with clear eyes.

Nostalgia might be clouding my judgment. But every time I read it, I feel totally emersed in the world of a family who goes through some serious ups and downs, but continues to be a family, for better or worst. And you get the feeling at the end that, it may be a bit strained at the end of the year, that family would continue and endure and move past the trauma. Maybe even learn something from it, especially Meg.

I give it, like the other Lowry books, an Ultimate Recommendation, and strongly urge you to give it a good read. Check it out, and see if it is worth some serious fuss. And, by the by, this is Lowry’s first book. Just to let you know.

What if you don’t want to write?

What do you write when you don’t feel like writing? Well, I guess you just write a bunch of meaningless sentences until they form something like an idea. Then you just keep writing anyway and hope that idea takes some kind of clear shape and purpose. Here I write to show that writing when you are not in the mood to write is possible.
Not only possible, it is mandatory. Why would you call yourself a writer if you don’t write? If you only write when the mood hits, your productivity would be really low. Let’s look at this another way. Imagine what would happen if a doctor does not feel like treating people that day? Well, several things happen. They would not have a job for very long for one, and there will be a lot of sick, maybe dying people who are not getting the treatment they need. And they and/or their relatives would not be happy. That is leading to a very high likelihood that someone is going to sue that Doctor with the lack of sense. Especially if they live in America. Hey, it’s what we do. Not happy with something, sue it.

I could bring up other examples, but I think I made my point. But anyone trying to get into the creative skills has some expectations placed on them. That they would be moody, and hard to work with. Maybe people expect them to be drunks or oddballs of some kind. And they would expect some kind of temperamental treatment from them. And one of those expectations is that they don’t always work when they are not properly inspired. Well, as a creative person trying to get into a field that would actually pay, I found this kind of thinking really distracting. And as a lazy person, I find it incredibly easy to fall into this kind of, must be inspired trap. It really is insidious.
The way I look at it, you got to see your writing, or your crafting or your artwork or whatever it is you want to turn into a professional job, as your job. Even when it’s not yet paying anything. You have to give yourself goals to reach. Such as, I’m going to write five hundred words today, or I’m going to finish this picture today. Or I’m going to research markets to sell my work in. Stuff like that. Then you plan how this work with being done, plan a timetable to get it done in and then commit to getting it done. Don’t let yourself dilly-dally once you got the plan in place. Stick to it, or find something else to do.

At the very least, you will soon learn if this is something you can do, by how often you have to force yourself to do it. Sure there are days where you won’t want to. Everyone gets those. Sure, there are times when you are more tired than normal or are not feeling well. On those days, don’t be as strict with yourself. Don’t give yourself a free pass though, unless you are really sick. Like, can’t lift your head from the pillow without making a mess somewhere sick. Those days are clearly free pass days. But on those blah days, don’t allow yourself to chunk the who idea away. You’re not at your best, and it is coloring your perceptions. But keep track of those days, and see if they come more and more often. They might mean you are trying to put yourself in a job that you are not a good fit for, and use that self-awareness to tweak the plan to something you can gain more satisfaction from. But don’t stop!

Always have goals to reach. You don’t have a boss to tell you when and how to work, most of the time, so you have to be that boss. Plan the work, maybe plan a contingency for those off day. Research and learn what the experts have to say about what you are doing to make your own efforts more time effective. Plan little reward to help motivate you. Plan for those annoying paperwork things that a boss would normally do that you would need to do, no matter how much you hate it. And be ready, once you start earning money, to hire someone who is much better at some of the things than you. Such as managing a schedule or paying taxes.

But the main theme I want to harp on is this. No matter what, no matter what you been told, or what you feel like or whatever is going on in your head, heart or life, just do the work. This is your dream, after all. Right? Besides, I just showed how this works by forcing myself to write one simple sentence. And it led to me writing a whole blog post. Thank you, and have a great day!