57,000 words later and I can actually cross it off. Life is good.
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I'm up late.
Sunday, July 10, 2011 § 1
I'm writing. What, you may ask? A...piece of fiction. I hate calling it a novel, because that makes it sound like I'm accomplished when I'm not. I hate calling it a story, because that makes it sound so juvenile. I choose piece of fiction, and I'm sticking with it.
Anyhoo, for all you late owls out there, I'm going to share a little clip from my 'piece of fiction'. It's a bit rough and cheesy at the moment, but that's all right. I plan to revise the crap out of it when it's finished (it's already 34,000 words long!). So here's a little clip!
Anyhoo, for all you late owls out there, I'm going to share a little clip from my 'piece of fiction'. It's a bit rough and cheesy at the moment, but that's all right. I plan to revise the crap out of it when it's finished (it's already 34,000 words long!). So here's a little clip!
I’d never been to a train station before, but this one looked like anything I’d ever expected. Long, wooden benches. Paneled walls with popcorn ceilings and old wooden signs hanging all over the place. A glass covered ticket booth where three tenders sat, waiting for sales that probably would be long coming. I ambled past the woman in her mid-40s reading a romance novel, past the old man with the green poker visor on, and approached the last one, and old lady with curly blue hair.
“Excuse me,” I began tentatively, “Is there only one train to Memphis?”
Curly Blue looked up at me with hard eyes. “Didn’t you just get off the one from there?”
I fidgeted, moving my light suitcase from one fist to the other. “Well, yes. But now I’m thinking that coming here was the wrong idea. I’d like to go back.”
“You’re going to throw away a train ticket like that? A three-hour long trip?” Her glasses slid down her nose a bit since her head was tilted down at me so much.
“I’m not wasting it,” I protested, “I had a very nice ride. Relaxing, even. But now, I’d like to go home.” I set my suitcase down on the dusty hardwood, as it was beginning to hurt my hands. “Please tell me when the next train to Memphis is.”
She clucked her tongue at me but looked down the train schedule anyway. “Next train is tomorrow, 8 o’clock A.M.” My hopeful face fell like an uncooked souffle.
“Tomorrow morning?” I buried my face in my hands. “That won’t do! I don’t have a place to stay,” I explained, my words muffled by my arms.
“I’m afraid that’s not my problem,” Old Blue sighed. I remained there, moaning sadly into my folded arms and shaking my head with despair that was half real and half milked. I looked up to see if Old Blue would take the bait, and she looked as I expected: not giving even half of a damn.
“Fine, then. How much is the fare?”
She looked up at me again and re-checked the schedule. “$43.50.”
My expression remained in its exasperated state. “That’s a little more than I expected.”
“How’d you expect to get home?”
I scoffed. “The dummies at the train station in Memphis gave me a regular ticket instead of round-trip. Otherwise, I would’ve been comfortably seated by now.” She didn’t buy my lie.
“Get along, honey, I’ve got customers to attend to.” She turned to her computer, and a new game of Spider Solitaire reflected on her glasses. I rolled my eyes, picked up my suitcase, and headed out into the annoyingly bright sunlight. My ticket tucked into my back pocket, I looked around the old, hidden town of Vision, Tennessee. It was much more green than I’d expected, with trees popping out of every patch of green you set your eye on and wildflowers following their lead. I began along the bumpy paved road, trying to set my sights on motels or boarding houses or even, if I was lucky, a room for rent. After all, how expensive could one night be?
So its no Dostoyevsky, but it's fun and it's light and it's me. I've got some work to do, and I'll elaborate on the 'piece of fiction' for anyone who's interested.
Thanks for sticking around :)
Day 29: Favorite TV Shows
Sunday, May 1, 2011 § 0
Nothing, NOTHING beats Pushing Daisies. And here's why:
all photos courtesy of pieholers.tumblr.com
Lee Pace as Ned the Piemaker
He's so adorable in so many ways. Ned is shy, vulnerable, and sweet and yet can be protective and authoritative (sexy) when he needs to be.
The Ned/Chuck Dynamic
Seriously, was there ever a cuter TV couple?
They can't touch, otherwise she'll die (Ned can bring people back to life for one minute otherwise someone else has to die in their place, and if he touches that person again they will die forever: she was brought to life for more than a minute). They find other ways to be a couple, and it's so clear that they love each other throughout the entire series.
The Writing
It's hilarious. 'Nuff said.
The Plot
I pretty much already explained to you the basics: he touches someone, they come to life, he touches them again, they're dead, etc etc. But the way they incorporate this sense of magic into the series and also make it this hilarious cop show is just amazing to me. I hate shows about police work and crime fighting and Law and Order, what have you, and yet I still love this show.
And last but not least:
Chuck's Style
She wears a ton of 1950's swing dresses, bright colors, cloche hats and flowered headbands, and classic silhouettes. She is my style icon.
If you've never seen this show, catch an episode. Sadly (so sadly) it wasn't picked up after the second season, and yet I still watch the episodes over and over again (but you must be eating pie whilst watching). The colors and style and writing and romance of this show makes it my favorite of all time.
Other favorite shows: 30 Rock, The Office, Ace of Cakes, Say Yes to the Dress
all photos courtesy of pieholers.tumblr.com
New Year's Resolutions.
Sunday, December 26, 2010 § 0
I never have any resolutions I'm excited about, but this year is different. I can't wait to check these off of my list:
1. Be a redhead
2. Read the entire Harry Potter series, start to finish, before going to college.
3. Get a perm (a cute one, not a spiral-curl one)
4. Get back on that darn treadmill and have fantastic arms by prom!
5. Get as many scholarships as possible for Colorado State.
6. Grow my hair out so long, that I look like a Parisian hipster.
7. Finish at least ONE of my stories.
I think I can do it.