Winged Rivers

I'm thinking of makin' a dream journal. My dreams can get pretty crazy. And they're so detailed! I get color AND sound as well.

Plus, I figure it'll get me dabbing into writing again. I very much miss some of my characters and seeing others being excited for their stories (Mageraine, Amber, and Riiana most notably) makes me want to write out mine more...

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So today I'm gonna be cookin' up a simple something for my new guy... And, uhm... spending the night. *blushblush* I can't stop grinning no matter how hard I try. DX

Uhm... yeah. SO. In other news, I have yet to start to rewrite the first chapter of my story, though my OTHER story has been bugging me like crazy. The girl wants to jump the boy constantly, and I've realized that it's an incredibly abusive relationship. I kinda worry about that, 'cause Asavare really does have good intentions. She just believes she knows what Valmir wants and needs. And what he wants and needs are always what SHE desires.

Instance: Asavare would very much like to travel the dangerous road! Because dangerous roads builds character and that's what they need. But Valmir has a hurt ankle and can't travel. But it is no matter! Valmir, you want to build character, so going down the dangerous road is simply the best option! Alright? Alright. To the dangerous road!
And poor Valmir is looking a bit forlorn and when he falls and the hurt ankle becomes a broken ankle, Asavare would scold him and reprimand him and tell him that he should be more careful next time! So on and so forth...

OH. And I've finally figured out the power thing behind the black eye/hair tid-bits! Makes writing a lot easier and I'm wondering why in the hell I have to constantly switch between the two books. KEEP with one, geez!

Regardless, I've managed to find two books that I really loved when I was a teenager. It's like this, Cat and The Cat Ate my Gymsuit. Both take place, what, sixties? Fifties? Somewhere around there, but I find myself completely smitted with the characterzations. All I need now is this third book. I can't remember the author nor can I remember the title (doesn't THAT sound familiar, random? XD) but I can remember how it starts, the basic plot, and the totally bad ass ending that I fell in love with... Half Price Books had turned up nothing so when I get my nice paycheck and manage to stow away ten bucks for myself, I'm gonna go book hunting. I really, really want it.

Mrow. Me life's good right now. *smilesmile*

1) Seeing a great guy
2) Tubby Pumpkin SNUGGLED with me last night
3) Money is gud
4) Icon making is better
5) Writing is incredible
6) Asavare volunteered to be my nude model
7) InsaneJournal is still fugly but I got something nice over at WordPress

Any questions?

(Although, on a side note, I am really saddened by the death of Heath Ledger. I really was excited to see him become one of the greats...)

(And something to note while I was wikipedia-ing the night away: On December 2, 2007, Six Apart announced it was selling LiveJournal to SUP Fabrik, a Russian media company which had previously licensed the LiveJournal brand and software for use in Russia. The link's to the main news article on LJ. XD It still seems that the wank's a coming and from what I read on randomsome1's account with the Shota community... nothing's changing.)

-direct copy from Gj-

I get a big kick out of reading randomsome1's horror work stories and figured I'd share one of the more memorable ones that had happened to me over the week.

I'm in the bridal department of the store when I hear glass crash and a little boy go "oh crap!". I immediately rush over, fearful that I'll find a bloody kid and a sue-happy mother standing over him. I see a kid who isn't covered in blood (thankfully) but he's on his bare knees and hands in broken glass.

"Sorry! It just rolled off! I swear!" Yeah, sure kid. I notice a woman in the aisle, but she's not even looking at the boy as her attention is heavily on some sortive bridal thing. I assume that she isn't his mother then. So I tell the kid, "Sweetie, don't kneel on the ground, there's glass. No, no. It's fine, I can clean it up, don't worry." I make sure he's fine and as I go to pick up the bigger pieces, to my shock and amazement, he goes over to the woman and says "So whatcha lookin' at, Mom?".

My mouth just about dropped. Glass broke, kid's kneeling in it, and she doesn't even turn around? Not even a reprimand?! If I was that mother, I'd be all "Hun, you okay? Good. DON'T TOUCH THE GLASS."

So I go into the back stock room and relay this horror story to my co-worker. He simply shook his head and replied, "I worked at a jail for about twenty years. Thought I saw it all. Two years in retail, I've seen shit even worse than what I've seen in there [jail]." How disgusting is that?

In other news, I have a bit of a predicament. We've already exchanged first chapters 'n at. Thankfully, it really made me pay attention to what I'm neglecting (adults, for one). But it brought up a huge issue;

My story revolves around a band in Alabama. They think they're good, their school thinks they're good, but they aren't. Their lyrics are mediocre and the music itself isn't that stellar. Only they don't realize it (at least until a jerk shows up in a future chapter to set them in their place). And that's one of the story's main focus, is to better the band.

Problem is... how do I convey this? If the POVs think their music is great and their surrounding peers think it's great... Well, I should say, how exactly can I approach this issue with the reader? They're gonna read the mediocre lyrics and probably think 'wow, this is crap' and possibly loose interest in the story. Halp?

Ah, and by the way, I'm over at InsaneJournal too. I suggest that you who haven't made a back-up account at Ij do so. Gj might not be around in the future...