Thursday, November 20, 2008
Poll isn't accurate as I've asked around in person. Going to keep writing. A bit slow, but oh well.
I'm going to switch to third person now. I'll edit the front to fit later.
Just about everything has been blocked. Blogger is next. I know it is. Dangit.
Miss everyone a lot. More to write this weekend.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
I donno. Am very conflicted.
Sometimes, ignorance really may be bliss. Or at least, denial makes the surface normal while creates a great festering wound that slowly poisons the very life it provides. Nothing less but a hollow shell infecting and consuming everything around.
I have a fav. phrase lately...'sucking the life out of______'. I wasn't even thinking vamps either. Hahaha.
Now I'm kinda regretting not writing that horror. I do that next. Maybe...
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Currently, I am spending the night at Rosie's along with Wendy and the Man whom evacuated from one of the many SoCal fires. We're all safe and alive. The Super Librarian will update as will Rosie on their take, but I'm very happy we're all safe.
To come here, both Wendy and I needed to pass through a few of the fires. Wendy and the Man evacuated and met up with the rest of us that could make the meet. Rosie (of course), Tracy, Lori, and Niki. I came a bit early and drove past the beginning of a small smoke puff. Apparently, with the wind situation, it exploded after I had left; thus the evacuation for my fav. librarian and her man.
The freeways are still closed and the few opened are too jammed. So, we're having a bit of a part. Well, no, we're actually just sitting around and watching the news.
It's all a bit intense and shell shocking, but being alive is good. My family's all doing well too, except they were a bit peeved I had driven so far in the first place. Too bad. I like having friends. I know, they're just worried. Having me as a child is no easy feat.
In the meantime, we'll see what happens. Please don't worry. We're all doing fine. Me probably more than others since I'm young and think I'm invincible. Okay, I'm just bamming.
Although, this does put a days dent in my NaNo writing process. And my journal! Dangit. My dog too. Now, I'm going to wonder off and be lost in Rosie's vast book collection. Or watch TV. Whichever's more distracting.
Peace out. *kisses*
Friday, November 14, 2008
What the heck?!?!! Stop changing the story on me. >_<
So far, shapeshifter sheep is in the lead by one vote.
Enchanted sheep is second, with sheep familiar and no love for the demon sheeps.
SoCal meet tomorrow. I'm super excited. :) Haven't seen anyone since RWA. Whee to books, talk, and food. ^_^
Thursday, November 13, 2008
So, as the poll suggests...what is Damien, the sheep?
a) Ordinary Shapeshifter sheep- like them werewolves and whatnot (darn you KB for putting this idea into my head! *shakes fist*).
b) Demon in the form of a sheep- as it said, demon...sheep.
c) Human cursed as sheep (enchanted like a frog, curse can be broken)- Think cursed prince, enchanted frog. He's a human, but cursed. Think fairytale
d) Or plain old talking sheep- More fantasy with those talking animal familiars.
I've already asked around and I have three votes already. Let me know what you think. Feel free to comment.
Oh, and keep in mind, this is a happy story. Sorta.
Edit: Additional votes not on poll:
Three votes to (a).
One vote to (c)
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Sunday, November 9, 2008
With holidays, I'm getting deadlines and increase in workload. Surprisingly, a lot of my co-workers are not as busy. It either means I'm falling behind, or I'm falling behind. Okay, okay, it could be because I worry more and try to make sure things are done. Besides, I'm going to be on pins until my review. Oh the stress.
Also with the holidays: presents. Not for me (boo!), but friends are expecting presents and I have no idea what to give them. We usually make presents and exchange, but I don't have that much flexibility in time anymore. Need to think on it some more.
Last week, my paternal grandma was sent to the emergency room and had to be kept over night for observation. She's one stubborn woman, like the rest of the family of course. They almost had to forcibly take her because she kept insisting she was fine. Already released Friday so it should be good. Now we just need to make sure she takes her meds. She insists that she doesn't need them. *sigh* What is it with grandparents and self medicating. Grandpa takes half the dose he needs for his meds and refused to stay with any of us the night Grandma was in the hospital. These stubborn people are driving me nuts. How come I didn't inherit this stubbornness? It'll make moving out faster.
I was going car searching this weekend, but I'm opting for next week. Things came up and vegged indoors.
Friends have been going to rallies and I'm hoping to make it to one this upcoming week. :) I kind of miss those days.
Nano is going dismally. I seriously pat myself on the back if I can churn out one sentence, BUT I am learning a lot already: my strengths and weakness, a few techniques and what I'll need to prep for next time. See, I'm already thinking about next time. It's exciting and I'm going to try my best to see this through. :)
I'm hoping this week will be better. How's everyone doing?
BTW, I'm at DIK. :D
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Work takes up 9 hours. Driving 1 hour. Cleaning up in the morning and night 2 hours total (not including showering). Waking up 1/2 - 1 hour. 1-2 hours at the Library. Dinner is about 1 hour. 8 hours-ish of sleep nightly.
All of this does not include taking care of my puppy loves or time I spend with friends.
I only have 2 hours to write on weekdays. Only half of NaNoWriMo's daily requirement to reach the month's wordcount deadline.
Is it scary that I've broken down and calculated my time? I think I've gone crazy. Yup.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
I haven't exactly had my review yet, but the move is going to occur for sure. First the car though, which is coming up even sooner.
Should I wait on buying more books until then? I know it's the smart thing to do, but I seriously have been super good about not book splurging and with the holidays coming up...well, I'm due for a big one.
Want books. Everyone writing tempting reviews. I want to read happy funny books of random nonsense.
Granted, I really should get back to writing NaNoWriMo. You know I'm using the book excuse to delay writing. Yes, it's not working. The writer's blocks are still bugging.
What's a good, funny and plausible conflict without being too annoying? Hmmmm...I must contemplate with chocolatey goodness.
Also, I need to stop blog hopping. Too many great reviews of great books I want to buy.
I'll do it today, promise. Or, I'll try to. I swear, I've been calling one friend every day complaining about why I'm crazy for doing this, not suited to be a writer and how crappy my writing is. He's being a trooper about it. I love having gay friends and if that *******ing prop (and one other) passes, I'm going to recant my promise and get back into politics (which I really don't want to -gaddammit) then there goes my book time. Romance books, that is.
Back to complaining: what the heck was I thinking when I joined NaNo. I don't even have a good conflict and the stubborn characters keep changing the story on me!!!! UGH!!!! Should I even be hearing them in my head? Mocking me? Need to get my head checked, but then I'd have to stop writing which will probably drive me more insane. Why won't my characters be more cooperative? They're the ones that wanted me to write their freaking story instead of my other crazy death filled dark novel. Then they mock me in my head.
P.S. Watched Addams Family Values last night to chill out from all the intensity. Still love it despite some kinks. Hehehe. Did you do anything fun last night?
Edit: If you are uncomfortable with political discussions, am very conservative, or don't want to hear me
I'm giving you adequate warning and blank spacing.
Okay, I'm done warning ya.
I bleeped out most of the cursing, cussing, and profanity, but I seriously cannot believe the citizens of California can be
I cannot believe the place I have called home and where I feel most safe have succumbed to
How can we, as a society, look ourselves in the mirror everyday knowing we've learned nothing from the
This is very disappointing and my heart breaks at the thought of the continual discriminatory policies of our country. I had thought people were
Patience maybe really is a virtue. If nothing else,
Guess this changes things.
If voting's not enough, then getting back into politics might be. ****
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
The year I turned 18, I made sure to register. Despite my conservative and traditional family/background, politics and political discussions has always been a part of my life. My grandparents, parents, relatives from all over the world; politics is in our blood. And yes, politics were discussed at dinner tables, during dessert and arguments after the tables were cleared.
Given that my historical background also came from a time when my Grandparents were NOT allowed to vote; the right and ability to a safe vote was even more empowering.
My deceased Grandparents voted when they were still alive. My Grandfather even now, in his 80s, rode his bike and casted his vote today. No absentee for him, no way. Going itself was a great privilege, right, and responsibility. Grandmother does not in the US because she cannot read English. Having already self-taught Chinese (both grandmas did since women never passed elementary back in the day) was admirable enough for me. She's still involved though.
So, today, I woke up at 6AM to prep for the day. The gentle patters of the rain invigorated me and I rushed out to the polls a few minutes before 7AM. Even though there was a line, I happily waited. Tummy in knots from excitement (and hunger...too early...no breakfast yet, vote more important), it took nearly a 30minute wait in the chilly morning drizzling air back at a childhood horror site *coughschoolcough*, but it was worth it. And I shall wear my sticker proudly.
I voted. :D
Now...this movie is my all time favorite self-encouraging-to-get-involved movie; Iron Jawed Angels (Like my color scheme? ^_~). It makes me proud to not only be able to vote, but also because I am an American minority and a female (also seen as a minority). Whale Rider is another great movie, in case you're feeling low.
If there has ever been an argument on the right to vote and the horrors between pre-Antebellum era through the Civil Rights movement does not move you to get out and vote, this piece of reconstructed movie about the early women's movement in gaining the right for a woman to have her say in the very same legal system she must adheres makes you laugh, cry, and ultimately empowered.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
What a happy day to have Halloween on a Friday. It's always so rare to have a break the next day after a night full of candy, costumes and horror filled fun.
Born on an Island, the culture of the dead was never really separated from the living. Ancestor worships and the spirits month (we get a whole month) were usually celebrated around Summer time and not in late Autumn. There's a LOT food involved, not just candy. Celebrated by everyone in the family and not just kids, we actually go out to the gravesights to clean the areas, bring food, offerings and relax. And during this time, you're supposed to NOT mention anything related to the deceased and spirit world after dark.
Elders told us that during this time, the veil between the living and the dead is incredibly thin. It is a time that allows those that have gone to return easily and visit, asks us for things to burn to them, and such. If we were to speak of anything related, some of the 'unrested' and often unrelated spirits may attach themselves to us (children) and cause ill. The Buddhist clergy would perform a ceremony specifically for the unrested spirits, the wandering, lost, or poor spirits and 'feed' them and we would attend.
So, moving to the U.S., it has extremely different. For one, all the graves are back in the old country. Two, there are very few Buddhist temples around to even have offerrings sent back. Three, most importantly, it's not around the same time.
Ah, the joys of being polythestic. Chinese Buddhism does encourage my celebration of all holidays and as much as love this freedom, it sometime means I'm celebrating ALL tHe TiMe. O_o
Um...can't afford that, sorry. Not like I could have purchased half the things I needed for most of those celebrations as a child. So...what was left?
A more light-hearted aspect for Halloween. As a child in the fifth grade, we were given a writing assignment to write a scary story. It was my first attempt at writing (with a computer too *gasp* - no more typewriters! <~~except, I've kind of gone back to them) and I was going to write a great story. Lo and behold, it was a romantic tragedy. My classmates loved it. My teacher didn't, so boohoo to that stupid person. Romantic tragedy. A man fell in love with a ghost. It was not a happy ending and done mostly in flash back. Too bad the old computer died and my paper was tossed out by family. Or else I'd enlighten all of you to my childhood psyche of the power of love wins, yet doomed.
Anyhoooo, back to the post...
In the US, the celebration of Halloween was a bit odd. It seemed that scary movies were played more so during this period (as opposed to all the time when I was growing up). They were more bloody and gorey; twisted but without this sense of psychosis. Asian horror, for the longest time, was about the crazy factor. The "it really could happy." Yet, these gushing bloods and decapitated talking heads were somehow disturbing in it's own way.
As a kid, it was about candy. Not much of those for my life since my parents didn't really let me go trick-o-treating. When Waipo was alive, she would take us, but she wasn't always here at Halloween in those days either. So I stayed home, watched Hocus Pocus (great movie) and gave out candy.
In the teens-college years, this was more of a party time. Party with candy. O_o Not great parties, but we'd tell horror stories with dimmed lights and tell ghost stories. Late college years, theme parks (hehehe). And more horror movies.
This year, I just stayed home, watched TV (not even horror, just random shows) and passed out to the 8 kids that came this year. Yes, 8. All evening. It was weird. When I was younger and wasn't allowed to go Halloween because I have to pass out candy, the children always came non-stop and we would almost run out of candy. Yet, for the past few years, the kids get fewer and fewer.
It wasn't a bad Halloween, but definitely not as festive as the memories of my youth.
In the meantime, I have started on NaNoWriMo. Very exciting and I am nowhere NEAR my daily quota. So, I bid you adieu as I hurry back to my happy novella.
Best of luck everyone! I hope you had a wonderful Halloween and are having a grand weekend. :)