This writing blog has been up for a week. It’s almost at 50 followers. All of you are beautiful beings ;__; that is all.
Actually my emotions are all out of whack because my dad is being all emotional and “I was looking at your baby pictures and OMG you’re gonna have a book at 30 you’re perfect.”
Message from the writing blog. Today is full of feels, I somehow missed the memo.
Why couldn’t he be like those cartoon heroes
That they’d watch together on Saturday mornings
Who hid that impenetrable S behind a suit jacket
Or keep nifty gadgets in a bright, yellow belt
Why couldn’t he a hero from Japan
That could create a blaze of blue fire between his fingertips
Who shouted out outrageous commands ka me…
Before he released the destruction from the palms of his hands
Why couldn’t he be a ranger of justice
Who transformed with a morpher and coin
Who knew all sorts of martial arts
And called on prehistoric robots that created something mega
Why couldn’t he be like the 8-bit heroes
Who could touch a flower and burn things to a crisp
Who could grab a leaf and fly high into the sky
Who could jump on a turtle use its shell as a weapon
Instead
He’s breathing out his last life
Wondering why
He couldn’t be any of those heroes
Who would never leave her behind
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Notes: Urm… yeah, I’ve been thinking about my big brother lately and this is what came out of that. I’ve written something like this before quite some time ago, but from my point of view, not his. So… here?
I’m not sure why its angst day at the writing blog, but apparently it is. You’re all invited?
Inspired by this ridiculously depressing magica art. This headcanon doesn’t have the magica concept, but the art did bring out this angsty idea.
Warnings: Angst, spoilers for December
Oh yeah that super sad fanart I reblogged I wrote a thing. Tasobi is the most amazing person ever a cruel person >.<
Like how I’m calling it a book now? ^^
Anyhow, I’ve signed the contract, which makes this official. This is going to be a published book this year :)
Here’s a bit of an interesting background which, when this book gets famous *fingers crossed* will probably make people laugh or disturb them.
This was a fanfic.
This was an unfinished alternate universe Naruto fanfic. I’m sure the fic is still posted somewhere, too. Naruto was a fox, Sasuke ended up taking him home, just… yeah. The fic itself made it about five chapters, with some side chapters that were just for the characters to have smutty fun times.
This story is completely different from the fic. The fic wasn’t a detective novel at all. The only thing I kept from the fic is the first line in the story, the birds, and one of the characters that I had made up myself, and even that character has changed in which he has a mother and father, not just a father, and a closer relationship to the pet he gets.
So… yeah, it’s amazing what fanfiction can do, yeah?
Anyhow, the general synopsis of the book is this:
Detective Alex Sampson is working on a case where an ex-rockstar was found dead in his condo. The strange part is, the only sign of him being hurt is a small wound on his neck and a butterfly that was found at the scene of the crime. It looks like the victim was poisoned, except butterflies aren’t poisonous, and this particular butterfly is supposed to be extinct.
It turns out that there’s prestigious auctions going on where the rich and glamorous bid on rare animals. The animals actually have the ability to turn human and are more than willing to be obedient pets… so long as they’re treated kindly. When they’re not, things tend to take a turn for the brutal and gruesome. But as Alex gets closer to the truth, it’s harder to place blame on the quote, unquote, “killers.” On the one hand, killing people is absolutely wrong, but on the other hand these animals were pushed to the point of lashing out.
So whose to blame?
In this snippet I’m posting, Alex’s friend who works at the police station, Nicholas, has gotten into the auctions thanks to an ex-boyfriend who is part of that wealthy crowd. He gets to take a dog home, and this scene shows exactly why you need to treat these animals with respect.
Enjoy!
Look guys, its a snippet from my book. That’s right, my book! It’s going to be a book! And the back story of it’s creation reveals how much of a geek I really am ^^;;; don’t judge me Naruto was good once
She wishes that she were one of those people who could say things
With meaning
She wishes that the words she spoke would touch someone, would brighten someone’s day
So she sits down and thinks of ways to construct her words
She crafts them together, like crayons to papers working with scissors and glue
The letters are put together to form the words she wishes to speak
With meaning
She opens her mouth and-
Too emotional
She frowns at the comment and tries to speak again-
Too angry
Her face falls along with the words, bits of glue and paper that hit the floor
Too something, too everything
So she remains silent, and her sad silence creates meaning, creates reasons for others to pick up her crayons and paper
But she still wishes, always wishes, that she could’ve been one of those people who could say things
With meaning
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Notes: A little random writing in the morning before work, inspired by talking about Women’s Studies with bobitincandyland Because sometimes, we want to say things, and get discouraged. And it’s great that others are saying things, but it doesn’t stop us from wishing that we could speak the words they can.
This isn’t mean to be sad, not really, we were just talking about Women’s Studies briefly and I remember being in college, taking classes, and there were two women in one of my classes who were my mother’s age, taking the class because they finally could. They couldn’t speak up back then, and even if they can now, they wish they could’ve back then.
Who wants morning writings? :) Once upon a time I majored in Women’s Studies along with Creative Writing ^^
Random: Writing blog almost has 50 followers, yay! Head on over for more writings like this and fandom writings!
Hi everyone! Today is the day I signed the contract for my book, “Treat Me Kindly.” Had to celebrate in a super classy way: pizza, cookies, sparkling cidar, and tumblr. I think I will post another snippet from that story tomorrow, for now, celebrating with my wifey!
GUYS LOOK IMMA BE DA VERY BEST LIKE NO ONE EVA WAZ!
(aka I signed the book contract for my book “Treat Me Kindly” tonight and celebrated with classy things)
Requested by NAOTODAYO with the icon about bedroom/house/living quarters. I’ll get to the others as I can, for some reason the icons don’t show up on my work computer, so she had to tell me what icon was hers ^^;;;
Warnings: Worksafe, kinda short, sappyish, future Kanji and Naoto
Request #2 done over at the writing blog ^^ I have to stop there, because the work computer doesn’t show the icons in that request thing, so I have no idea what else was requested (or you can just tell me, if it’s worksafe I can do it)
Requested from my always lovely snowtigra, a headcanon that deals with drunk Yosuke ^^ This came out a bit more serious than I intended, I have a feeling she wanted something fun, maybe I’ll write that later?
Warnings: Alcohol, semi angst
Pairings: Souji and Yosuke, a bit of Kanji and Naoto, Kanji and Yosuke (friendship), Yosuke and Saki (briefly)
I got the skull symbol for Yosuke, so here’s the first completely request of that (skull = headcanon about character and alcohol). Enjoy! And check out the writing blog, as always :)
So Rise of the Guardians comes out on bluray soon which will allow me to re-have feels. In celebration, here’s a quick headcanon, the one I meant to write yesterday before being distracted by pron.
Warnings: Future Kanji and Naoto, holiday (but it fits because RISE OF THE GUARDIANS WILL BE MINE SOON!)
Summary thing: In which she is logic, and he is believing
Notes: So this writing blog is not quite a week old and I have way more followers than I thought I would have in such a short period of time. You guys are amazing and beautiful beings :)
Look guys it’s worksafe this time boo yay! Insert obligatory blog pimping out here ^^
One thing I really like to do in stories is to have some geeky nods to stuff, but not by blatantly saying what that geeky thing is, but describing it. This way, if readers get it they (hopefully) get a good laugh, and if readers don’t it doesn’t pull away from the story too much. Also, I don’t like directly naming things, because I feel like it dates the story? Like if I say, “he sat down and played Super Mario Brothers for the first time” you think, “It must be the 80s,” depending on which Mario it is of course. Instead, I like to say, “he took control of a brave little plumber who could, with the touch of a flower, feel the fire between his fingertips,” or something like that.
I’m working on some things for an anthology that I hope gets chosen that has a lot of this. I like to call it, “How many fandoms can I name without directly naming them.”
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Story 1. Troy thinks that, maybe — once upon a time — he thought that Aimee would grow out of this play at costuming.
Cosplay she always corrects him with an exasperated sigh.
It started too many years ago with Aimee making a thrown together costume of a girl who carried around a basket of flowers, only to be stabbed by some silver-haired jackass. He’s misunderstood, Troy she had said and you would look great as the blond who fights him in the end.
And being the good friend that he is, he had agreed. At least the sword had been cool even if the hair made absolutely no sense.
Back then she had cared deeply about the negative comments about her skill and size, so much so that Troy perfected glaring at the mean-spirited folks they would run across. And, like a good friend, he encouraged her to keep doing what she loved.
Had he known that he’d be dragged along for the ride… no, he thinks he would still encourage her… maybe.
Now she dresses up as so many characters that sometimes he forgets what she actually looks like. Of course, she’s come a long way since grabbing whatever she could at the local thrift store. From the video game princesses who get kidnapped too many times to the colorful fairies who collect children’s teeth — ugh, why is Aimee so girly? — she’s put so much work into the costumes she makes that she has made a bit of a name for herself, a big name actually, one that allows her to do this for a living.
It’s not her skills he protests to. It’s the crowd that comes along with it.
Troy doesn’t like to brag — and actually, he never does — but he is pleasant to look at. He likes to lift weights and likes his piercings, always keeping one in his nose and a couple of hoops in his ears. He also likes his tattoos, both arms decorated in wisps of black ink that look like physical representations of the wind. For some reason, his appearance never catches the eye of the right person. It’s never the cute guy who approaches him at these… conventions… but the swarm of girls — some underaged — who want to, quote, “Oh Em Gee” hug him. He’s also not a huge fan of the geeky world Aimee immerses herself in. Sure, he’ll watch a movie with a hot guy who carries around a hammer from time to time, but hell if he knows the name of the team he’s a part of.Story 2. There’s a look on Wally’s face, a mix of shock peppered with anger, as he looks over at Mitchel. Mitchel deflects the look, not seeming to realize — or care — about his damning words of not worrying about the wi-fi situation. Jayson sighs and lays back on the bed, cap falling off of his head and resting against the pillow. He had borrowed it from Wally, not having been awake enough this morning to attempt to apply the necessary amount of hair-gel to get his hair slicked back in the way he likes it. There’s a circular logo on it along with a company name. He knows that Wally has explained it before — something about science and combustible lemons — but the details escape him at the moment. He should probably try to remember, Wally likes it when he remembers gaming details and it’s much better than listening to the inevitable argument that’s about to start between the guy he use to play in the sandbox with twenty some years ago and the guy he likes to see naked.
“Wi-fi is important. I told ya, when ya booked the trip, to make sure the place has wi-fi.”
“And that’s not important right now. We’re on vacation.”
“Not import-… n-not important?!”
Something about portal guns, Jayson thinks, and a bitchy robot lady and cake.
I’m writing some things. Random nonsensical geeky things. That hopefully turn into things. Also check out my writing blog thing. Things!
