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Ink is the strongest drug, the deepest ocean, the longest journey and the strangest love.. |
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I am a writer... A teen writer... Teen as in highschooler... Highschooler as in insanely-busy-geek-with-no-social-life-outside-of-school-and-abnormal-circle-of-friends-who-are-all-at-school-anyway-and-don't-really-count... *smacks forehead* I don't know whatever possessed me to start doing this, but you know the old quote: "Ink is the strongest drug, the deepest ocean, the longest journey and the longest love..." Okay, so that isn't an old quote. I made it up. But hey, I'm a writer! Rated "T" because I get a little heated when I rant angrily... Not scorching, but more than lukewarm... |
| Yay me! I finished chapter 25 and am working on chapter 26 even as you read this... or I could be asleep. I woke up at four a.m. this morning (O.O) and have been dog-tired all day... But the good news is that I am almost finished "Anna Karenina" (reading for school and liking it surprisingly well) and that I finished 25 and am halfway through 26. *dances* Yup yup yup... Now I'm tired... Made chocolate chip cookies today too... *dances again* Ha... and the ironic thing is that since writing the above, I find myself straying into the first few puddles that skirt the edges of Writer's Block swamp... Bane is a hard character to write for when nothing is happening. I mean, the kid is blind for crying out loud! Shutting up now... Must go put chickens away and go to sleep... Zzzzzz.... ~GryphonFledglingOfSilverWings |
| Yup, broke through my barrier of Writer's Block... *scurries away to keep writing* Nothing important to say anyway... ~SilverGryphon |
| Yeah, I feel like I have nothing to say. I burned myself out by writing until 2:30 in the morning and then waking up at 6 this morning. But the good news is I finished six pages of stuff... Yay me! And I got a boatload of reviews from itse (I beta for her) and they were all wonderful... Reviews had been slow lately, so this was the perk I needed... But now it has worn off and I am sinking back into depression for today... And I have sunburn, so I am tired. (has anyone else ever noticed the phenomenon of exhaustion brought on by sunburn? I have...) Anyway, that's it. That's all I have to say... Bye bye... ~SilverGryphon |
| And I was doing so well... *sobs* But it actually wasn't my fault. I had to go to the doctor like real quick like yesterday when I was short of breath and my lungs felt like they were full of guck. So I went to the doctor, and then had a reaction to some medicine they gave me to open my lungs up. My face started twitching and then screwed up like I was sucking on a lemon. Interesting feeling that. I couldn't keep my eyes open without them twitching and spasming and then my mouth puckered up like I was making a fish face. It didn't hurt and I felt fine otherwise, but I don't know if I ever want to do that again. But I am fine now (benadryl yay! sleeeeeepy...) and stuff... Writing woes: ARVIN IS KILLING ME! He went and had a stroke without my permission and now is all but crippled. What are these guys doing?! Ah well, it opened up a new story option that I have been tossing around for a while, but didn't know how to get it to work... Anyhoo, that's all I have to say right now... Ta! ~GryphonFledglingOfSilverWings http://www.fictionpress.com/~gryphonfledglingofsilverwings |
| Sorry, my bad... Anyhoo, again, I have not much to say. I watched "The Eraser" the other night and rather liked it. Arnold manages to retain a gentleness in that character despite his bad-boy, kick-your-ass job. The alligators were a bit much in that movie, considering that it is very unlikely a zoo have alligators that big in a tank like that. Not to mention that there were like six of them in the same stinking tank. And that Kruger, being the big bad agent man, can't get up on his feet to go for the gun when the stinking alligator is two stinking feet away... Anyhoo, that bothered me. Couple other things that bothered me: the bullets from the EM guns were most certainly moving nowhere near the speed of light. Sorry, that was ridiculous. And when he was shot in the arm and stabbed in the leg, he was still able to run and jump and climb onto a moving storage container without serious disablility... I'm sure there were others that bothered me, but that's it for now. I am tired... I liked the movie otherwise, if only for the character of the Eraser... ~SilverGryphon |
| Yeah, haven't mentioned it except in the last post, but I've had chickens since about April. Today, when I was letting them out, I found our rooster trapped underneath the nesting boxes. Stupid thing had gone down headfirst into the little gap between the box and the log that we had put under it to keep the hens from laying their eggs down there. He had gotten stuck, from his head up to his wings, under the box. So I pulled the log out and darned if the stupid thing went all the way under the nesting boxes, so I had to shoo him out of there and take out another log so that he could get out... Then I had to replace the logs. The reason we have logs under there right now is because we found our first egg yesterday (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) and it was underneath the nesting boxes in the corner. The only reason I found it was because I was looking for nicer looking feathers. Then I saw this little brown round thing and thought "hmmmmm... what could that be?" Pretty cool stuff that... We've got 11 hens, a rooster named Hound Dog, and four guineas. Yup. And we hope to get more later on... Those guineas are funny... And our rooster learned to crow over July 4th week. He was so funny, because at first it just sounded like a dog baying (hence the name we gave him) and slowly he learned to really say "cock a doodle dooo!" It took him a while and he made a lot of false starts, but he got it. It's kind of funny when you think about it, a rooster having to learn how to crow, but I guess it's like babies learning to talk... Anyhoo, nothing more to say as of yet... Bye bye. ~SilverGryphon |
| Yup. And the title is the craziest thing about this post... I woke up at 6 this morning without an alarm (horror of horrors!) and sat for a while reading some assigned reading for school. Then I showered and went on a walk with my dog up my driveway, through the woods in my property and then wandered around my yard for a while. I let the chickens out, ate breakfast and then... Um... did laundry? Yeah, so today I did more stuff before 10 than I have in the whole day for nigh on several weeks recently. Then I went inside and fell asleep on my bed for about half an hour. Then I read more. And now I am here. After I am done here, I'm going to do some beta-ing for my beta-ee and then do some writing on my own stuff. Sound fun? Yes... ~GryphonFledglingOfSilverWings |
| Ooookay... Yesterday I was in a weird mood after having entered stuff in the blog here... I dug up an old slide show I had made in the kid's art program "Kid Pix" and sat there and wondered what the heck I was on when I made it. "Lalalalalala... I am a pretty pony. Yes, I am a pretty pony. Lalalalala... Uh oh!" Random things. Then the Pretty Pony hosted a story and it rambled on, saying the same thing over and over again, in different ways, with interupptions all the time from the Pretty Pony informing everyone that he was pretty. I wrote this about a year ago and had totally forgotten it... *laughs head off and has to reattach it with super glue, develops gangrene and dies* Then I was watching "Jonah, a VeggieTales movie" and watched it with audio commentary. Hysterical. As the credits were rolling, they mentioned the "Credits Song" that I had never heard of. Apparently one of them had watched a movie and during the credits, there had been a song that had absolutely nothing to do with the movie. (Ever seen a movie like that? I have...) So he went and wrote a song based on that... "This is the song that runs under the credits/These are the credits, so this is where it goes/Has nothing to do with the movie so we'll say/Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey" "There once was a song that ran under the credits/That had something to do with the movie you just saw/This is not that song, so for now we'll have to say/Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey" "There should be a rule that the song under the credits/Should somehow pertain to the movie's basic plot/That rule has not been made so for now we'll have to say/Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey" Yeah, good stuff. Laughed my butt off when I heard that. There was one more verse inbetween the second and the last, but I can't remember it. So... nothing more to say as of yet... Ta ta! ~SilverGryphon |
| Have you ever heard someone say that their characters did their own thing in the story, without any regard for outlines or their author's wishes? That they took on a life of their own? I have. And I had always viewed that sort of thing with an bit of incredulity. It just sounded like the angst of authors who didn't know how to do their jobs properly. Daaaaaaaang, I just put myself down. Yup, my characters up and took off on their own, and they wreaked some havoc. The chapter I am currently writing was to have my young monarch attempt to escape his confining bonds. Problem is, in the last chapter I wrote about him, he disregarded what he was to do in the next and instead got himself a fever and had to be bled. Yup... So now, while he is supposed to be sneaking his way out of the castle (Cliche, I know, but I'm working with it. Rules? What rules? I don't need no sticking rules!) he is on bed rest after loosing a few pints of blood, while battling a fever. Not to mention that, a few chapters back, his most intimate aquaitance decided to become the bad guy and attempt an assassination, while those that were originally supposed to be the assassins are instead now the unsung heroes. Hmmm... Yeah, my characters up and stole the show, thumbing their noses at whatever I had planned at first. One character, who was just supposed to remain odious, but not particularly bad, has turned into a murderer. One still doesn't know what he is supposed to do and is changing one way and then the next, completely ignoring all that character development that I had done. What is going on here? However, it is not to say that these changes are all bad. In fact, many new story options have opened up. I like some of them. But I am frustrated because I had planned on writing an escape scene, but now I am stuck with an inmate who can barely move. What was he thinking? Is he trying to get himself killed? I'm not ready for him to die yet. There is a bit more he has to do, as he is the only one who can do it. Blargh again... Anyway, I took my mind off of writing for a bit to do some reading. I read "Pride and Prejudice" cover to cover today and scared my mom by actually spending some time on the deck. It was weird. I was up at six this morning without an alarm (despite having fallen asleep around one) and spent several hours out on my back porch, reading and stretching my legs in the sun for a desperately needed tan. I swear, my legs are like paper, and you can see all the blue lines of my veins. Comes of wearing jeans in the summer. My arms are okay, but my legs... *shudders* It just looks uneven. But, knowing me, I'll end up with a farmer's tan that goes up to about midway above my elbow then turns really pale once again. I had one last year and it didn't really matter because I spent all of my time in short sleeves, avoiding those that are sleeveless. But enough on tanning. I haven't been in the sunshine early in the morning for quite a while and it was really nice. I plan to do it again tomorrow if I wake up in time. But I do not intend to use an alarm. That ruins it all. I'll wake up as early as I can, find a book, and sit on the deck. It is oddly relaxing. Anyhoo, time to get of the comp and stop frying my brain cells. Those things don't go cheap, you know... ~SilverGryphon P.S. If anyone is actually out there reading this and would actually want to, I would love for them to stop by my account on FictionPress, where all of my work is posted. Just drop by and leave a note if you feel so inclined. I'm not going to beg, but I've been having a long period of dissatisfaction in my work and an even longer period of not hearing from anyone about my writing. Any words, no matter how few, would certainly brighten my day... http://www.fictionpress.com/~gryphonfledglingofsilverwings |
| Well, I forgot to tell you all I was going out of town Friday morning and that I would have gotten back Sunday night, but it didn't really matter, because I ended up not going anywhere. However, I was not able to get to my computer either, so I might as well have been out of town. My mom, little sister and I were supposed to go out of town on a buisness function (my sis and I were going to stay at the hotel and go to the mall, swim, etic.), but then on Thursday, my mom passed out in the checkout like at a store. So I had to go with her to the hospital while my little sister went with a friend of ours (who happened to be in the line beside us... Thank God for that) to play with her daughter. Now, before I go any further, I have to inform all of you that I have never been to a hospital, other than being born in one. NEVER, EVER, ZILCH, NADA at all. Okay? Never visited, never toured, never nothing... So my mom's on the trolley and we go into the emergency room and I totally broke down. I almost had a panic attack right there in the ER. But I didn't, though my mom had a slight one. She was having sharp abdominal pain and she was freaking out and I was freaking out more because she was freaking out. Oh, and if things aren't already bad enough, my dad and two brothers were out on a camping trip in the middle of no where with no cell phone signal, and my aunt who lives a few minutes away was pregnant bedridded with morning sickness. And the friend who took my little sister couldn't leave her kids alone. AND everyone else we knew from my mom's buisness were all going out of town to the same function we were supposed to go to. But it turned out fine. I called the guy that was supposed to give us a ride to the function and explained that we weren't going to be able to make the ride (this was before I really began to freak out... I was pretty calm actually until I got on the phone with him...) and he asked if there was anything he could do. I didn't know at the time, but he ended up calling a mutual friend and he came over to sit with me and my mom. At that point I was so stressed and panicked that I was crying and so on and so forth. Never been to a hospital, sixteen, mom screaming in pain, ER people looking at me like I was a freak (they scared me, except for the ambulance driver and a fireman who came with the ambulance... he was really nice) so I was just a little upset. I just needed to go home and I said so, sounding just like a scared little kid, which I was: "I need to go home." Well, the friend that took my little sister was able to come and get me after her husband got home and I took my little sis and we went home together. We were there for about two days, during which time the phone rang like ever ten minutes with someone else asking if we were okay. YES WE ARE ALREADY PEOPLE! Then our phones began to go AWAK and our neighbors came looking for us after they tried to call us three or four times. They scared me because I didn't hear them knocking and only heard them when they came past the window. I didn't see them and freaked out, wondering who was stalking around my house. But we talked to them and everyone was fine. I love my neighbors. Anyhoo, my dad and bros got home Saturday (my dad was so funny.. when he got back in range, he listened to the messages I had left "hey dad, we're in the hospital, ummm, mom passed out..." and called, sounding really worried. My mom got out later Saturday night and is now fine. Apparently she was low on potassium and that was all, but she had to go through like two days of tests to figure that out, and she is fine now. And I totally need to chill after spending two whole days alone in the house with my five year old sister. *passes out and is rushed to the ER hehe... just kidding.* So yeah, that was my weekend. Please forgive for not posting... After all, circumstances beyond my control prevented me... Ta! ~GryphonFledglingOfSilverWings http://www.fictionpress.com/~gryphonfledglingofsilverwings |
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