Saturday, November 1, 2008
Thursday, October 2, 2008
NaNoWriMo
SAY you guys are we going to start having extra meetings this month in preparation for NaNoWriMo? Probably you guys haven't read my other blog, but if you did then you know that I've already started waking up at FIVE AM every morning to get writing time, no exceptions. I really think we can get our books done this year if we focus! Who's up for two workshops this month and three or four next month, aye?
That is, of course, if Leslie is able to make it! Or we could just start making our workshops four hours long instead of two. Or we could have more meetings as I've already suggested. Or we could have online workshops. Or all three!
BRING IT ON, YALL! LET'S FINISH WRITING THESE SUCKERS!
(sry Alan ur not a sucker).
Friday, September 19, 2008
OMG YOU GUYS
MICKEY MADE A SIMS MOVIE OF MY CHARACTERS GOING BOWLING!! I THOUGHT IT FIT THE THEME, SO HERE'S THE LINK TO IT: (SEE IF YOU CAN GUESS WHO;S WHO!)
http://media.putfile.com/Monty-Goes-Bowling
http://media.putfile.com/Monty-Goes-Bowling
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Write Off's
Allo everybody!
It's been awhile since I've been able to write on out blog.
I was just curious to see if everyone who wanted to write something had?
I know I would like to write something and I'll probably get on that ASAP. But It's been a little crazy in college.
How about this. We have until our next meeting to turn in a piece and then to critique the other pieces that have been written.
YOU DO NOT HAVE TO WRITE SOMETHING TO BE ABLE TO CRITIQUE! BUT IF YOU WRITE SOMETHING YOU MUST CRITIQUE THE OTHER PIECES!
Good? gooooooood.
Ou next meeting is.....
Sunday, September 14
Has anyone else been having issues with the flow of creativity?
This is ridonculous. I can't seem to come up with anything.
It's been awhile since I've been able to write on out blog.
I was just curious to see if everyone who wanted to write something had?
I know I would like to write something and I'll probably get on that ASAP. But It's been a little crazy in college.
How about this. We have until our next meeting to turn in a piece and then to critique the other pieces that have been written.
YOU DO NOT HAVE TO WRITE SOMETHING TO BE ABLE TO CRITIQUE! BUT IF YOU WRITE SOMETHING YOU MUST CRITIQUE THE OTHER PIECES!
Good? gooooooood.
Ou next meeting is.....
Sunday, September 14
Has anyone else been having issues with the flow of creativity?
This is ridonculous. I can't seem to come up with anything.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
d'aw, neko didn't finish. :( here's my progress though
(i was gunna end it with roger and leena making out in the parking lot or the car or something. i don't really like what i've got, to be honest. the tall guy and his woman are really monty and friesha, but i didn't have time enough to introduce them as such. enjoy).
IMPROV. ONE: THEY GO BOWLING.
Alan bent down to tie his sneakers. He felt a mix of excitement and apprehension. Leena seemed very excited at the opportunity to go bowling with them, but he couldn’t help wondering if taking Roger out was a bad idea. He hated public places and refused to go out unless it was absolutely necessary.
“Are you guys ready?”
Leena’s hand was perched on the handle of the door. Alan straightened up and Roger gave her a stiff nod, tightening the belt of his trench coat. She smiled and exited the house through the garage.
Roger was tense for the duration of the drive, his gaze fixated on the dashboard before him while he clutched his seat with white fingers. Leena tried to console him, saying that he ought to “loosen up the hinges” and giving his forearm an occasional rub. He kneaded the tip of an unlit cigarette between his teeth and said nothing.
Alan watched them for a while before retreating to his usual habit of looking out the window. A mellow sort of tune reached his ears from Leena’s stereo, and he wondered about what other types of music there was outside Roger's realm of heavy metal, which made up most of the music Alan had ever experienced. He thought that Leena’s affection was a bit unusual, considering that none of Roger's other girlfriend’s had ever shown him that sort of patience.
They arrived at the bowling alley within ten minutes. Luckily, it wasn’t crowded; there were only a few other groups there.
“Told you it wouldn’t be too full on a Monday afternoon,” Leena said, taking Roger’s hand. “We’ll be just fine.” He gave her another stiff nod and tightened his grip on Alan’s shoulder as a man walked past.
“Don’t go anywhere without my say so, kid,” Roger said to him as Leena began leading them to a front desk, “these places are crawling with pedophiles.”
Alan nodded.
“Three adults, please,” Leena said with a smile, lean forward against the counter.
The man behind it sighed. “Could you move your elbows?”
“What?”
“Get your elbows off the desk, miss.”
“Oh.” Leena’s face reddened. “Sorry.”
“Yeah, sure you are…”
“Those creeps are looking for kids like you, you know,” Roger went on, still addressing Alan without heeding the transaction between Leena and the man at the front desk, “The quiet boys who won’t say anything once it’s all over—,”
“Hey,” Leena pulled on Roger’s sleeve, “What’s your shoe size?”
He blinked. “No need to beat around the bush, Leena. If you wanted to know my size, for Pete’s sake, you could have just asked—,”
“I haven’t got all day, ma’am,” the man behind the counter said.
“It’s ---” Alan told him quickly, “and mine’s ---.”
“Don’t say that!” Roger grabbed Alan by the collar and whispered in his ear. “Dammit, kid, you don’t go around telling everyone what a man’s size is, for crying out loud!”
“I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, you better be sorry. You’ll be sorry when we get home cuz—,”
“Come on, boys…” Leena led them away from the front desk with her head down.
Neither of them had been bowling before, and Leena spent a few minutes explaining it to them. All three were surprised by how well Alan took to it, the game had come quite naturally to him. Roger, however, found the entire game disturbing after his second turn and retreated to watch the rest of it from afar while smoking.
“Excuse me!”
Both Alan and Leena turned to see a man approaching Roger with his arms crossed; the same man whom they’d met at the front desk.
“Could you read the sign, sir? Are you literate?”
Roger raised an eyebrow. “What sign?”
“That one, sir!” the man said harshly, pointing behind them. Roger squinted and read the notice:
“No…. smocking.”
Alan gulped. This did not bode well.
“Don’t be a smartass!” the man plucked Roger’s cigarette from his fingers and threw it to the ground. “Take your drugs somewhere else!”
“My drugs?”
Alan faced Leena and was about to suggest that they leave, he expected that she would have said so before he did, however, she was watching the scene quite intently as though interested in what would happen next.
“Look, small fry,” Roger took a step closer to the man so that they were barely an inch apart and his voice lowered. “I’ve got to pick my battles, don’t I? I could spend my time clobbering bastards like you, or go around smoking my drugs wherever the hell I want.”
“Would both of you just chill?” a third man approached them with one arm encircled around the waist of a young woman with thick gold locks. He was wearing sunglasses and was at least several inches taller than Roger, who reached a good 6’ 2’’.
IMPROV. ONE: THEY GO BOWLING.
Alan bent down to tie his sneakers. He felt a mix of excitement and apprehension. Leena seemed very excited at the opportunity to go bowling with them, but he couldn’t help wondering if taking Roger out was a bad idea. He hated public places and refused to go out unless it was absolutely necessary.
“Are you guys ready?”
Leena’s hand was perched on the handle of the door. Alan straightened up and Roger gave her a stiff nod, tightening the belt of his trench coat. She smiled and exited the house through the garage.
Roger was tense for the duration of the drive, his gaze fixated on the dashboard before him while he clutched his seat with white fingers. Leena tried to console him, saying that he ought to “loosen up the hinges” and giving his forearm an occasional rub. He kneaded the tip of an unlit cigarette between his teeth and said nothing.
Alan watched them for a while before retreating to his usual habit of looking out the window. A mellow sort of tune reached his ears from Leena’s stereo, and he wondered about what other types of music there was outside Roger's realm of heavy metal, which made up most of the music Alan had ever experienced. He thought that Leena’s affection was a bit unusual, considering that none of Roger's other girlfriend’s had ever shown him that sort of patience.
They arrived at the bowling alley within ten minutes. Luckily, it wasn’t crowded; there were only a few other groups there.
“Told you it wouldn’t be too full on a Monday afternoon,” Leena said, taking Roger’s hand. “We’ll be just fine.” He gave her another stiff nod and tightened his grip on Alan’s shoulder as a man walked past.
“Don’t go anywhere without my say so, kid,” Roger said to him as Leena began leading them to a front desk, “these places are crawling with pedophiles.”
Alan nodded.
“Three adults, please,” Leena said with a smile, lean forward against the counter.
The man behind it sighed. “Could you move your elbows?”
“What?”
“Get your elbows off the desk, miss.”
“Oh.” Leena’s face reddened. “Sorry.”
“Yeah, sure you are…”
“Those creeps are looking for kids like you, you know,” Roger went on, still addressing Alan without heeding the transaction between Leena and the man at the front desk, “The quiet boys who won’t say anything once it’s all over—,”
“Hey,” Leena pulled on Roger’s sleeve, “What’s your shoe size?”
He blinked. “No need to beat around the bush, Leena. If you wanted to know my size, for Pete’s sake, you could have just asked—,”
“I haven’t got all day, ma’am,” the man behind the counter said.
“It’s ---” Alan told him quickly, “and mine’s ---.”
“Don’t say that!” Roger grabbed Alan by the collar and whispered in his ear. “Dammit, kid, you don’t go around telling everyone what a man’s size is, for crying out loud!”
“I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, you better be sorry. You’ll be sorry when we get home cuz—,”
“Come on, boys…” Leena led them away from the front desk with her head down.
Neither of them had been bowling before, and Leena spent a few minutes explaining it to them. All three were surprised by how well Alan took to it, the game had come quite naturally to him. Roger, however, found the entire game disturbing after his second turn and retreated to watch the rest of it from afar while smoking.
“Excuse me!”
Both Alan and Leena turned to see a man approaching Roger with his arms crossed; the same man whom they’d met at the front desk.
“Could you read the sign, sir? Are you literate?”
Roger raised an eyebrow. “What sign?”
“That one, sir!” the man said harshly, pointing behind them. Roger squinted and read the notice:
“No…. smocking.”
Alan gulped. This did not bode well.
“Don’t be a smartass!” the man plucked Roger’s cigarette from his fingers and threw it to the ground. “Take your drugs somewhere else!”
“My drugs?”
Alan faced Leena and was about to suggest that they leave, he expected that she would have said so before he did, however, she was watching the scene quite intently as though interested in what would happen next.
“Look, small fry,” Roger took a step closer to the man so that they were barely an inch apart and his voice lowered. “I’ve got to pick my battles, don’t I? I could spend my time clobbering bastards like you, or go around smoking my drugs wherever the hell I want.”
“Would both of you just chill?” a third man approached them with one arm encircled around the waist of a young woman with thick gold locks. He was wearing sunglasses and was at least several inches taller than Roger, who reached a good 6’ 2’’.
Monday, August 25, 2008
My entry for the Bowling write off :)
Hope I'm doing this right...
“I know a song that gets on everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves. I know a song that gets on everybody’s nerves and this is how it goes. I know a-”
“For the love of ink, Arkose, will you shut up?” Sekker snapped his book shut.
Arkose slumped over in his armchair, “But I’m so BORED!”
I held the bridge of my nose. Stuck in my house on a Saturday night wasn’t a good place to be. I looked up from my seat on the floor of the living room. “Find something to do, then.”
Ten golden seconds of silence.
“I know a song that gets on everybody’s nerves, everybo-”
“Besides that,” I rolled my eyes.
“We could go out,” Izar suggested, “It’s not a school night.”
Merlin’s face lit up. “Ooh! Let’s go to the movies!”
I shook my head. “Can’t.”
Merlin frowned, “But I’m a teen... That’s where teens hang out, right?”
I shrugged. “Not enough money for all of us.”
“Well we could survive without popcorn,” Sekker shrugged. “That knocks twenty bucks off the bill right there.”
“What about bowling?” Arkose suggested.
Puzzlement crossed Merlin’s face, “...Bowling? What’s that?”
I gave a gasp of mock distress, “You’ve never been bowling?”
“No.” Merlin tilted his head, “What’s it involve?”
“We can explain later,” I stood and looked at the clock. “Oh...it’s nine. No bowling alley will be open.”
Arkose looked at the ceiling. “Not on earth it wouldn’t be...”
Sekker looked at him, “And just how would we get both Linnet and Merlin into Tierra Fabula?”
“A ticket!” Arkose smiled, “I can whip one up on the computer in a jiffy!”
“A legit one?” Izar raised an eyebrow.
Arkose ran to the computer and began typing, “Er, yeah...of course. Why wouldn’t it be?”
Within seconds the printer clacked into life and spat out a bright red ticket.
“All aboard!” Arkose said as he snatched it from the tray.
I stuck my head into the kitchen and found mom sitting down at the table, “We’re gonna go bowling in Tierra Fabula. Back by midnight okay?”
“Eleven.” Mom stirred her tea and smiled, “Have a good time!”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“CNN? Come in CNN?” Merlin smacked the blue sphere he held in his hands, “Oh bother, this crystal ball is broken. Can’t even bring in a bloody news station.”
I laughed and took the bowling ball from him. I faced the alley, aimed and sent it careening down the waxed surface.
Merlin’s jaw dropped, “Are you mad, woman? Do you know how hard it is to find a crystal ball these days?”
“For the last time,” Sekker sighed, “You’re supposed to throw it.”
Merlin watched the pins teeter and fall over, scratching his head, “The logic of this game completely eludes me.”
“Nice throw, Lin.” Izar commented, adding six points to my score. In the lane next to us, a princess complained about bowling shoes. “You expect ME to wear those grody things? I bowl much better in glass slippers!”
Arkose stepped to the alley, threw the ball and leaned to the left, “Oh please, oh please, oh please, oh...YES! A strike! That’s one for the A-man!”
Sekker watched Arkose dance around, “Yes, very impressive. You managed to break twenty for once.”
I gave Sekker a playful shove, “You’re up, red.”
“I’ll show you how it’s done.” Sekker smirked, lining up the shot. He aimed and pulled back his arm. Right as he brought it forward, Arkose let out an entirely too-loud-to-be-accidental sneeze. The ball thudded into the gutter.
“Oh I see!” Merlin grinned, “The object of the game is to not hit any of the white sticks at all! Nice job, Sekker!”
Before Sekker could say anything, I interrupted, “Er, no. You’re supposed to knock all of them down.”
“Oh…” Merlin twiddled his thumbs.
Sekker rolled his eyes, “I’m going to get something to eat.”
Merlin looked at me, russet eyes as wide as a child’s on Christmas morning, “My turn?”
I nodded and handed him a silver bowling ball. He hefted it onto his shoulder and staggered to the line.
“Just throw it nice and easy.” Izar offered.
Merlin threw it all right. The ball bounced off the alley twice before rolling into the gutter.
“No, Merlin,” I managed past fits of laughter, “Roll it with force.”
Merlin turned back with a sheepish grin.
“Where’s Sekker gone off to?” Izar looked around.
“Oh he’s over at the snack bar flirting with some naiad or other,” Arkose jumped up, “I’ll go get him.” He bounced up to Sekker and tapped his shoulder. When the changeling didn’t react, Arkose seized Sekker’s ponytail and gave it a sharp tug.
Sekker glowered, but returned with him to the alley, glow fading.
“My turn!” Arkose chirped. His shot was a strike from the moment it left his fingers. That’s why my mouth dropped when, three feet from the pins, it inexplicably veered into the gutter.
“Tough luck.” Izar said, marking yet another ‘0’ on Arkose’s score column.
A confident smile playing over his lips, Sekker drew back the ball to throw. As his arm came forward, the ball latched onto his fingers. Like a crimson-haired comet he flew down the alley, skidding on the waxed wood.
I looked at Merlin, but the wizard was fixated on some pixies running into the fluorescent ceiling lights.
Sekker ambled back to us, arms waving every time his feet slipped. He avoided our gazes and ignored the stares of the surrounding figments.
Merlin stepped to the alley and threw. The ball clunked into the gutter. A passing centaur bumped into me, neighing a short apology as it clipped clopped away. My gaze returned to the alley and I frowned.
Izar said, “Five points for the wizard!”
“Were you watching Merlin?” I looked from Sekker to Arkose.
“Why?” Arkose asked, taking a drink from his cup.
In an undertone I hissed, “Just watch him.”
Merlin threw, the shot streaking toward the remaining pins. The ball clipped the edge of one then, defying all the laws of physics, swerved and shot back up the alley to leave all but one. The single pin left wobbled dangerously. Merlin coughed and it toppled over.
Sekker’s eyes narrowed. “Oy, Merlin! Magic is cheating!”
“Magic? Me?” Merlin gave a forced laugh. A moment later he winced.
Izar raised an eyebrow, then returned his gaze to the scoring sheet, “Game’s over.”
Sekker peered over Izar’s shoulder. “Man, I was only three points off winning.”
“You would’ve had it, but you kind of stepped over the boundary line,” Izar grinned.
“Gee wiz, Iz, how could you tell?” Sekker laughed.
Izar smiled at me, “Congrats, Lin!”
I examined the scorecard and high-fived Arkose. “Let’s go home, it’s nearly eleven.”
“We’ll have to come back sometime,” Merlin remarked absentmindedly, “Playing with these odd crystal balls is fun!”
“I know a song that gets on everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves. I know a song that gets on everybody’s nerves and this is how it goes. I know a-”
“For the love of ink, Arkose, will you shut up?” Sekker snapped his book shut.
Arkose slumped over in his armchair, “But I’m so BORED!”
I held the bridge of my nose. Stuck in my house on a Saturday night wasn’t a good place to be. I looked up from my seat on the floor of the living room. “Find something to do, then.”
Ten golden seconds of silence.
“I know a song that gets on everybody’s nerves, everybo-”
“Besides that,” I rolled my eyes.
“We could go out,” Izar suggested, “It’s not a school night.”
Merlin’s face lit up. “Ooh! Let’s go to the movies!”
I shook my head. “Can’t.”
Merlin frowned, “But I’m a teen... That’s where teens hang out, right?”
I shrugged. “Not enough money for all of us.”
“Well we could survive without popcorn,” Sekker shrugged. “That knocks twenty bucks off the bill right there.”
“What about bowling?” Arkose suggested.
Puzzlement crossed Merlin’s face, “...Bowling? What’s that?”
I gave a gasp of mock distress, “You’ve never been bowling?”
“No.” Merlin tilted his head, “What’s it involve?”
“We can explain later,” I stood and looked at the clock. “Oh...it’s nine. No bowling alley will be open.”
Arkose looked at the ceiling. “Not on earth it wouldn’t be...”
Sekker looked at him, “And just how would we get both Linnet and Merlin into Tierra Fabula?”
“A ticket!” Arkose smiled, “I can whip one up on the computer in a jiffy!”
“A legit one?” Izar raised an eyebrow.
Arkose ran to the computer and began typing, “Er, yeah...of course. Why wouldn’t it be?”
Within seconds the printer clacked into life and spat out a bright red ticket.
“All aboard!” Arkose said as he snatched it from the tray.
I stuck my head into the kitchen and found mom sitting down at the table, “We’re gonna go bowling in Tierra Fabula. Back by midnight okay?”
“Eleven.” Mom stirred her tea and smiled, “Have a good time!”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“CNN? Come in CNN?” Merlin smacked the blue sphere he held in his hands, “Oh bother, this crystal ball is broken. Can’t even bring in a bloody news station.”
I laughed and took the bowling ball from him. I faced the alley, aimed and sent it careening down the waxed surface.
Merlin’s jaw dropped, “Are you mad, woman? Do you know how hard it is to find a crystal ball these days?”
“For the last time,” Sekker sighed, “You’re supposed to throw it.”
Merlin watched the pins teeter and fall over, scratching his head, “The logic of this game completely eludes me.”
“Nice throw, Lin.” Izar commented, adding six points to my score. In the lane next to us, a princess complained about bowling shoes. “You expect ME to wear those grody things? I bowl much better in glass slippers!”
Arkose stepped to the alley, threw the ball and leaned to the left, “Oh please, oh please, oh please, oh...YES! A strike! That’s one for the A-man!”
Sekker watched Arkose dance around, “Yes, very impressive. You managed to break twenty for once.”
I gave Sekker a playful shove, “You’re up, red.”
“I’ll show you how it’s done.” Sekker smirked, lining up the shot. He aimed and pulled back his arm. Right as he brought it forward, Arkose let out an entirely too-loud-to-be-accidental sneeze. The ball thudded into the gutter.
“Oh I see!” Merlin grinned, “The object of the game is to not hit any of the white sticks at all! Nice job, Sekker!”
Before Sekker could say anything, I interrupted, “Er, no. You’re supposed to knock all of them down.”
“Oh…” Merlin twiddled his thumbs.
Sekker rolled his eyes, “I’m going to get something to eat.”
Merlin looked at me, russet eyes as wide as a child’s on Christmas morning, “My turn?”
I nodded and handed him a silver bowling ball. He hefted it onto his shoulder and staggered to the line.
“Just throw it nice and easy.” Izar offered.
Merlin threw it all right. The ball bounced off the alley twice before rolling into the gutter.
“No, Merlin,” I managed past fits of laughter, “Roll it with force.”
Merlin turned back with a sheepish grin.
“Where’s Sekker gone off to?” Izar looked around.
“Oh he’s over at the snack bar flirting with some naiad or other,” Arkose jumped up, “I’ll go get him.” He bounced up to Sekker and tapped his shoulder. When the changeling didn’t react, Arkose seized Sekker’s ponytail and gave it a sharp tug.
Sekker glowered, but returned with him to the alley, glow fading.
“My turn!” Arkose chirped. His shot was a strike from the moment it left his fingers. That’s why my mouth dropped when, three feet from the pins, it inexplicably veered into the gutter.
“Tough luck.” Izar said, marking yet another ‘0’ on Arkose’s score column.
A confident smile playing over his lips, Sekker drew back the ball to throw. As his arm came forward, the ball latched onto his fingers. Like a crimson-haired comet he flew down the alley, skidding on the waxed wood.
I looked at Merlin, but the wizard was fixated on some pixies running into the fluorescent ceiling lights.
Sekker ambled back to us, arms waving every time his feet slipped. He avoided our gazes and ignored the stares of the surrounding figments.
Merlin stepped to the alley and threw. The ball clunked into the gutter. A passing centaur bumped into me, neighing a short apology as it clipped clopped away. My gaze returned to the alley and I frowned.
Izar said, “Five points for the wizard!”
“Were you watching Merlin?” I looked from Sekker to Arkose.
“Why?” Arkose asked, taking a drink from his cup.
In an undertone I hissed, “Just watch him.”
Merlin threw, the shot streaking toward the remaining pins. The ball clipped the edge of one then, defying all the laws of physics, swerved and shot back up the alley to leave all but one. The single pin left wobbled dangerously. Merlin coughed and it toppled over.
Sekker’s eyes narrowed. “Oy, Merlin! Magic is cheating!”
“Magic? Me?” Merlin gave a forced laugh. A moment later he winced.
Izar raised an eyebrow, then returned his gaze to the scoring sheet, “Game’s over.”
Sekker peered over Izar’s shoulder. “Man, I was only three points off winning.”
“You would’ve had it, but you kind of stepped over the boundary line,” Izar grinned.
“Gee wiz, Iz, how could you tell?” Sekker laughed.
Izar smiled at me, “Congrats, Lin!”
I examined the scorecard and high-fived Arkose. “Let’s go home, it’s nearly eleven.”
“We’ll have to come back sometime,” Merlin remarked absentmindedly, “Playing with these odd crystal balls is fun!”
Sunday, August 24, 2008
:(
I just thought i'd let you all know that i'm not sure if i'll be able to get my bowling piece done in time because school has made me a lot busier than i expected, but i have something written and on the due date if i'm not done i can post my progress if you all want to see it.
ALSO:I GOT A NEW COMPUTER; A MACBOOK! :D
Sunday, August 17, 2008
your thoughts
hey you guys. i dunno know if you've already heard the news:
the half blood prince release date for the film has been delayed by almost a year, and the twilight movie release has been moved up two weeks earlier to potter's original date: november 21st this year. this news is interesting to some and infuriating to others. i myself am quite disappointed and confused, i hate it when the movie industry messes with us like this. some hp fans are starting a boycott of WB online. just wanted to know what you guys thought about this. :D
the half blood prince release date for the film has been delayed by almost a year, and the twilight movie release has been moved up two weeks earlier to potter's original date: november 21st this year. this news is interesting to some and infuriating to others. i myself am quite disappointed and confused, i hate it when the movie industry messes with us like this. some hp fans are starting a boycott of WB online. just wanted to know what you guys thought about this. :D
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Write Off
I just wanted to remind everyone to look at my post called 'Write Off Bowling'.
Let me know if you're interested.
And also, get started on your piece!
Oh, and I move tomorrow. Goodness, where did my time go?
I'll see you all in September!
-Leslie
Let me know if you're interested.
And also, get started on your piece!
Oh, and I move tomorrow. Goodness, where did my time go?
I'll see you all in September!
-Leslie
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
OH GOLLY
LESLIE HAD A DREAM ABOUT BAMBI'S STAR PANTS!!!
well wellwellnow. that's... hilarious. amazing. i feel proud that my 'spawn' has taken root in another's subconscious, lol.
question for you all: should roger give alan a wedgie? (details must be withheld, haha).
also, i'll be sure to try and work on those little jig scenes we've got going on, and i hope we all do well. :D i'm just not sure if i can finish it, though!
well wellwellnow. that's... hilarious. amazing. i feel proud that my 'spawn' has taken root in another's subconscious, lol.
question for you all: should roger give alan a wedgie? (details must be withheld, haha).
also, i'll be sure to try and work on those little jig scenes we've got going on, and i hope we all do well. :D i'm just not sure if i can finish it, though!
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
You have a new member? :O
Yeah, it's me.
That vampire-novel-writing nerd with the dragon on her shoulder.
:D
~Tam
That vampire-novel-writing nerd with the dragon on her shoulder.
:D
~Tam
Write Off "Bowling"
Why hello everyone! I am so glad that everyone has been able to join the blog and start making comments.
I am thinking that now would be a good time to begin our new epic idea of Write Off's.
At our meeting in July, we came up with the idea of writing a bowling scene. And I think this would be a wonderful first topic to our epic Write Off's.
The scene will be rated in the following areas from 1 - 10 (one being the lowest, ten being the highest).
Dialogue: Is the conversation between two or more persons funny, is it interesting, does it keep you wanting more?
Characterization:The creation and convincing representation of fictitious characters. Do you believe the characters? Are they creative? Are they flat, round, interesting?
Creativity: The ability to transcend traditional ideas, rules, patterns, relationships, or the like, and to create meaningful new ideas, forms, methods, interpretations. Is this just another Gossip Girl, or are we in Hogwarts?
Consistency: Reality vs. Fantasy. Are all the ideas and concepts consistent. Is this world of imagination hanging by a thread? Or is this a solid government?
Tense: Is there a switch from past to present or past perfect to past present.
Point of View: Is the point of view effective and is there a switch between first and third person.
Description: Is the description colorful, do you feel as if you are there watching and listening?
Pace: Is it too slow? Too fast? Or are you the little bear and have everything juuuuust right?
Overall Score: ___/80
Okay. Now that we have the scoring down, here are the rules.
I am thinking that now would be a good time to begin our new epic idea of Write Off's.
At our meeting in July, we came up with the idea of writing a bowling scene. And I think this would be a wonderful first topic to our epic Write Off's.
The scene will be rated in the following areas from 1 - 10 (one being the lowest, ten being the highest).
Dialogue: Is the conversation between two or more persons funny, is it interesting, does it keep you wanting more?
Characterization:The creation and convincing representation of fictitious characters. Do you believe the characters? Are they creative? Are they flat, round, interesting?
Creativity: The ability to transcend traditional ideas, rules, patterns, relationships, or the like, and to create meaningful new ideas, forms, methods, interpretations. Is this just another Gossip Girl, or are we in Hogwarts?
Consistency: Reality vs. Fantasy. Are all the ideas and concepts consistent. Is this world of imagination hanging by a thread? Or is this a solid government?
Tense: Is there a switch from past to present or past perfect to past present.
Point of View: Is the point of view effective and is there a switch between first and third person.
Description: Is the description colorful, do you feel as if you are there watching and listening?
Pace: Is it too slow? Too fast? Or are you the little bear and have everything juuuuust right?
Overall Score: ___/80
Okay. Now that we have the scoring down, here are the rules.
- Five Pages Microsoft Word DOUBLE SPACED
- The Final Draft must be published by: Tuesday, August 26, at Midnight
- If you publish a story, then you must participate in critiquing the others that have been published. (except you can't critique your own piece... sorry)
- This site is all about freedom of speech and freedom of sharing ideas. Don't hold back. Get creative.
- HAVE FUN
This scene is a broad subject. Bowling. So get creative. You don't necessarily have to make your characters go bowling, you could have them bickering over what they want to do Saturday evening and one could want to go bowling while the other wants to go laser tagging. If could be just a character inside of their own head contemplating the goods and the bads of bowling (hand cramps, bad food, slick floors, silly shoes).
Also please leave a comment saying that you will or will not be participating in this Write Off.
So as of this moment... 7:59 on Tuesday, August 11, 2008, I announce the official start of our very fist WRITE OFF!
Get creative!
-Leslie Diane
Third refugee
I be's here as well. (Though it took me like five minutes to find the post button :X)
Und since I have nothing else to say, would we be 'allowed' to post other writings, like maybe comics, songs, etc.?
~Erin
Und since I have nothing else to say, would we be 'allowed' to post other writings, like maybe comics, songs, etc.?
~Erin
Monday, August 11, 2008
She's heeeeeeeere... >.>
Itsa me! Looking forward to seeing you guys' stuffs! :D
-Arkose's Writer
P.S. I really gotta get a pen-name...Arkose says "howdy-towdy-dowdy" to you all, by the way. :)
-Arkose's Writer
P.S. I really gotta get a pen-name...Arkose says "howdy-towdy-dowdy" to you all, by the way. :)
YAY
NEKO HAS OFFICIALLY JOINED TEH CREATIVE COMMONS BLOG!!!
I've got a book recommendation for you all: NIGHTLIFE is the first book in a trilogy and although it's in first person, (usually that kind of bothers me) it's really good. It's by Rob Thurman. I originally only started reading it because it's about a guy and his paranoid older brother. (haha) but it's very interesting so far.
I've got a few pages on the bowling scene but I don't know if I should start over or not. Also, if you guys want to see my other writing blog you can go here: fictionbomb.blogspot.com
I've got a book recommendation for you all: NIGHTLIFE is the first book in a trilogy and although it's in first person, (usually that kind of bothers me) it's really good. It's by Rob Thurman. I originally only started reading it because it's about a guy and his paranoid older brother. (haha) but it's very interesting so far.
I've got a few pages on the bowling scene but I don't know if I should start over or not. Also, if you guys want to see my other writing blog you can go here: fictionbomb.blogspot.com
Friday, August 8, 2008
A little bit of Something
So I thought that since I created this blog, that I would publish the first piece.
This is a little bit of something that I wrote years ago after going to the Nelson Art Museum.
It's kind of sloppy and most definately not edited, but maybe some inspiration will come : )
I stare up at them in awe, their size, elegance, and age captures my eyes. Two lovers, embracing, intertwined, lips locked. My hands twitch next to me as I restrain them from touching this giant piece of art. The air is light and cool, the room silent and open, yet I feel as if I am watching an opera. In my mind I hear music; it is the music of the past, the music of art, the music of culture, and it seeps in and out of my mind.
It is inevitable that one will learn in place like this. The room is dense with facts and stories, portraits and landscapes, sculptures and artifacts. My feet lead me from one room to another. I pass strangers who stare intrigued at ancient portraits, squinting their eyes, and stuffing their hands into their pockets. Some rooms I pass right by, in and out. In other rooms I stand for thirty or more minutes, looking at one picture, picking it apart one detail at a time. It is awe striking to realize how much time one landscape may take to paint. Every leaf, blade of grass, and branch takes a multitude of colors to convey just how perfectly vibrant our world really is. I smile and cock my head to see the colors from another view attempting to dig up another meaning behind this beautiful landscape.
I turn around to see if Lauri is struck the same way I am. Behind me the room is empty of people and I hurry around the corner to find my art obsessed partner. I round the corner and it feels as if the temperature has dropped. There are clay bowls, porcelain teapots, and silk robes. Scrawled in ancient handwriting are stories in a mind boggling language. I scan the room until my eyes land directly on my friend.
She is standing in the middle, head tilted back, examining a sculpture of a long-dead genius. His earlobes drop almost to his chin symbolizing he lived a long life. A faint smile plays on his lips as his hands form elegantly around his face. His eyes are narrowed and full of wisdom; his legs crossed delicately beneath his body.
He was all but perfect. A few cracks around his wrist, a chip on his nose, a missing thumb, yet he was still absolutely breathtaking. I step closer, so I am standing underneath the light with my friend. The green stone sparkles around us, glittering with mystery and long forgotten tales. I felt the same sudden urge to reach out and touch this amazing creature, to feel the slick marble, to carve the cracks with my index finger, to outline his eyes and mend whatever disease was eating him slowly.
“He’s beautiful isn’t he?” Lauri asks softly.
I nod my head in reply. Yes, he is beautiful. But mostly, he is powerful, one of the most influential voices of our time. His name rings with peace and harmony, health and happiness, beauty and generosity. He has been carved millions of times, sold in thousands of shops, and prayed to by thousands.
His name is Buddha.
This is a little bit of something that I wrote years ago after going to the Nelson Art Museum.
It's kind of sloppy and most definately not edited, but maybe some inspiration will come : )
The sounds of hectic traffic, continuous beeping, and never ending chatter disintegrates as the thick glass doors swing delicately back in place. They create an unbreakable blockage between the frantic living outside and this world of beauty and knowledge inside. Lauri walks directly to the counter, signing in and then quickly begins on her own path of discovery. I walk quietly behind her as we enter the first realm of statues.
I stare up at them in awe, their size, elegance, and age captures my eyes. Two lovers, embracing, intertwined, lips locked. My hands twitch next to me as I restrain them from touching this giant piece of art. The air is light and cool, the room silent and open, yet I feel as if I am watching an opera. In my mind I hear music; it is the music of the past, the music of art, the music of culture, and it seeps in and out of my mind.
It is inevitable that one will learn in place like this. The room is dense with facts and stories, portraits and landscapes, sculptures and artifacts. My feet lead me from one room to another. I pass strangers who stare intrigued at ancient portraits, squinting their eyes, and stuffing their hands into their pockets. Some rooms I pass right by, in and out. In other rooms I stand for thirty or more minutes, looking at one picture, picking it apart one detail at a time. It is awe striking to realize how much time one landscape may take to paint. Every leaf, blade of grass, and branch takes a multitude of colors to convey just how perfectly vibrant our world really is. I smile and cock my head to see the colors from another view attempting to dig up another meaning behind this beautiful landscape.
I turn around to see if Lauri is struck the same way I am. Behind me the room is empty of people and I hurry around the corner to find my art obsessed partner. I round the corner and it feels as if the temperature has dropped. There are clay bowls, porcelain teapots, and silk robes. Scrawled in ancient handwriting are stories in a mind boggling language. I scan the room until my eyes land directly on my friend.
She is standing in the middle, head tilted back, examining a sculpture of a long-dead genius. His earlobes drop almost to his chin symbolizing he lived a long life. A faint smile plays on his lips as his hands form elegantly around his face. His eyes are narrowed and full of wisdom; his legs crossed delicately beneath his body.
He was all but perfect. A few cracks around his wrist, a chip on his nose, a missing thumb, yet he was still absolutely breathtaking. I step closer, so I am standing underneath the light with my friend. The green stone sparkles around us, glittering with mystery and long forgotten tales. I felt the same sudden urge to reach out and touch this amazing creature, to feel the slick marble, to carve the cracks with my index finger, to outline his eyes and mend whatever disease was eating him slowly.
“He’s beautiful isn’t he?” Lauri asks softly.
I nod my head in reply. Yes, he is beautiful. But mostly, he is powerful, one of the most influential voices of our time. His name rings with peace and harmony, health and happiness, beauty and generosity. He has been carved millions of times, sold in thousands of shops, and prayed to by thousands.
His name is Buddha.
*By Leslie Diane
Epic Story
Hello, my name is Leslie Goodwin, and I am the facilitator for Creative Commons at the Central Resource Library. This blog is dedicated to all of my fellow writers in this group with me. We are here to create and inspire. Anything written in story/poem format or said in comments is strickly the opinion of the writer and does not reflect on the Library as a whole.
Though some topics may seem inapropriate to some readers, all subjects are open in this blog. It's all about free speech and open minds.
I have high hopes for this blog, let's create some mind blowing entries!
-Leslie
Though some topics may seem inapropriate to some readers, all subjects are open in this blog. It's all about free speech and open minds.
I have high hopes for this blog, let's create some mind blowing entries!
-Leslie
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
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