Saturday, December 3, 2016

Prey

I've been reading sites that have to do with dating. They deal a lot with hunting behaviors in men and women. They're not entirely wrong or right but they do seem to fly in the face women's magazines. The male sites urge for dominance, though not too much and the women's sites urge that you should make him pursue you.
I don't like being prey unless it's all in good fun so a lot of this stuff wouldn't work very well on me on a first or second meeting. I think it's good to know to put in romance novels, though. It explains a few things I've read.

Murderous Chihuahuas

I've decided to write a book.

The working title is; Murderous Chihuahuas.

For some reason I like the idea of having a pack of Chihuahuas patrol around the neighborhood punishing wrongdoers with their pearly white teeth and doggy jaws of justice.

The book is going to be a series of comedic essays and thoughts and like most of it's kind it may be semiautobiographical.

I think it will be fun, but I do like to spread the insanity around like extra thick peanut butter on a table. I don't know why I want to do it but now I really do want to see a peanut butter covered table.


Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Hiiiiiii

Hi. Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi!

I forgot my email account. I've been stuck out of this blog for aaaaages.

It feels good to be back.

I'll be doing some real work again.
In the time I wasn't on, I started college. I'm not a teenager but I figured better late than never.

I don't really like college. I'm agoraphobic. Still, we do what we can, right? Also, there're lots of classes online which makes things easier.

I took Theatre and Speech online. Heck, I've taken honors classes online. It boggles the mind.

Thursday, November 20, 2014

I'm back on track. Publish date, sometime in...a year, maybe.

The Wind-Up Terrier is on it's way. I'm back to work on the thing and happy with the new approach. Hopefully there will be a finished book in the next year. I know that sounds really optimistic (I'm kidding) but that's all you'll get.

As small recompense, here's the rewritten beginning for the book. Careful of expectations. It is only a rough draft.

We live in intriguing times. The nineteenth century is one of advances in every conceivable arena, of science and commerce, convenience and lifestyle. Think of our grandparents. Those that we are still blessed with can hardly conceive of such strange things as these motor carts, seeming roaring dragons with hard-

Miss Euphemia Hatter closed the book in disgust. This was a primer for dabblers. She sighed. It had been a bit much to hope her brother would have ordered a proper engineering book. 
She placed the book beneath the foldup table beside her and picked up her spyglasses which lay beside a fine camellia patterned bone china cup still half filled with tepid tea and set upon a matching saucer. It was time to engage in one of her favorite breakfast activities, dirigible watching. It was more reward than bird watching. The volatile gas bags that were currently all the rage even exploded occasionally, though she’d yet to see one do so. The papers usually covered the incidents which tended to occur in the cities. The victims were usually well to do, or the servants of the well to do, so there was often some mention in the society pages of some London dandy or a lesser lord “perishing in a terrible tragedy.” Euphemia thought they couldn’t expect much better given how so many floated about willy nilly and didn’t bother to read the operating manual. 

She caught sight of two dirigibles, small cruising models putting across the sky and she flicked down another set of lenses to see them better. She leaned forward in her chair, lips pursed but the two vehicles passed harmlessly by. They’d probably only gotten so close to hail each other or some such. That lot was always so keen to out show one another. An accident was unlikely to happen over Swallow’s . Most occurred above much greater urban centres. London or Paris or, most often of all above Belfast as many dirigibles were made within its limits and, Euphemia had to wonder if the great new toys were whisked off the assembly line not more than moments after completion and driven into each other by foolhardy lords and gentleman. That lot were much too eager to show off and not at all interested in taking care to read the manual or have a turn around an isolated hamlet.  She flicked the lenses back up and the world returned to its customary proportions, the bustling town of Swallow’s Field laying spread before her scant miles in the distance with the small cottages and modest houses of the village her family’s manor and factory watched over spanning part of the way between.

Euphemia sat back and drank the tepid dregs of her tea. It would not be nice to see an accident. She would not wish such a volatile death on even the most vapid lord but, good god, for something of interest to happen in her life. Anything at all! She stood and made her way off the platform, boots ringing out against the metal steps and echoing tinily on the tile of the roof. Work beckoned and she must not disappoint. What would her governess have said? At the door to the stairs down into the manor, Euphemia paused and glanced unconsciously from side to side, though she was clearly alone. She reached back behind her and carefully felt her bustle to make sure it was entirely in its proper place. It certainly didn’t do to leave such things to chance. Secure in that, at least, she patted her pale blue skirts and descended.

She fetched her satchel, full of odds and ends she liked not to be without and closed the manor door behind her though she didn’t bother to lock it, there was no point. She walked down the dirt path in front of the manor careful not disturb her maid and the cook who were busy gossiping in the kitchen garden. They had better things to do than curtsy to her. The walk along the road which terminated square in front of the great big block of a building that her family had earned their fortune from was a pleasant one. She felt it did her good to get the old arms and legs moving before she had to sit at a desk for half the day, besides that, the country side was nice early before the air had got time to sour and it was far quieter than the factory.

The factory was alive with workers, mostly women in their matching dove grey work shifts and crisp white pinafores, working the machines or cutting the felt or gluing and sorting decorations. There was movement everywhere within building and the chatter of voices blended with the clatter of the apparatus. Euphemia navigated the work floor, dodging and dipping where necessary until she reached the great iron stair case that lead up to a platform and office which overlooked the production floor, or at least the landing in front of the office did. Euphemia had a desk on the landing and her brother worked within the office. They barely saw each other, if Euphemia was lucky.


Euphemia settled into her chair, hard and proper as it was. It was the sort of chair her former governess would approve of. She would not have approved of the smile that accompanied the thought. Fortunately, miss Leigh had been bundled off to Bath for the last nine months and, save the dreaded but required correspondence, Euphemia no longer had to maintain the appropriate appearance, she straightened the lace picots of one sleeve, though with enough training, even the most difficult lessons had a tendency to take hold.  She did wish though, that a governess hadn’t been needed. Mother had been gone for five years and father for two. Her brother Benton was the head of the family and had acting in such capacity ever since father had started to decline which had been for a while now. Euphemia sighed. She wondered what would become of her. 




Thursday, September 11, 2014

New Plan

I lied. Again.

I don't really have Vampire Girl in me anymore.
However...I do have this little story about aliens and a little girl named Bill.
Really I've just been so tired. Work is tiring. Not being able to finish consolidating my work is tiring. Exercise is tiring. Making dinner is tiring.

Life. Is. Tiring.

I just figured this out. I guess being an unemployed, emotionally unstable hermit would make me not so much an expert on all things that involve daily interactions with people.
Work's not so bad really, at least not the social interactions since you don't actually have to do very much with people. Work goes more smoothly when you pretend other people aren't there, except the people you talk to to keep yourself sane.

On another note, I mildly poisoned myself with a vitamin supplement. Not Iron, thankfully. I know better than that, but something else. I'm not telling what. The very fact that I was so stupid is a little painful to admit. I am pretty used to doing stupid shit by now, though. Sometimes I'm just not there and sometimes the little timed injections of necessary chemicals that my body gives from it's little bulbous glands aren't very well regulated.

I don't think a lot of people read very well. I think reading comprehension is lower than it should be. I'd say it was a bad school system if I was a certain kind of person. I'd say they're poor and dumb if I was another and I'd say their parents just don't teach them stuff when they're little if I was the third kind. What I really think is something else. I think people don't feel they have to and that's the fault of everything.

There's the answer. Everything is Fucked.

No. Not really. There's always going to be some crap that ain't gonna straighten out without a crowbar and a whole ton of pressure and/or heat. The world still functions.
A few to many things are skewed though and there aren't enough people with crowbars.

So, new plan. I try to write a bit on the story that I just barely have a plan for and see where it goes from there. Updates will be sporadic but I can promise, at the very least, once a month.

You should keep expectations low for this one. What I do produce should be pretty extra special but quantity will be extremely varied.

Have fun with life. I do. That's why I'm currently interested in Belly Dance! It's wonderfulllllllllllllllll.

Friday, July 25, 2014

Wordy Day, Control

Do you ever feel like everybody is staring at you? In my case, I think it's true.
I do stare at people I'm vaguely interested in, though. Perhaps they got it from me. That doesn't explain everybody else.

You ever feel tired, even when you've gotten a lot of sleep? I do. I think I still need to make up about a week's worth of sleep.
I would really like it if I could write much again. I don't feel much. I think my synapses are fried, or frozen. I have been getting really outbursty. That might suggest that with the improved sleep I've been getting the synapses are thawing out and being very cranky about it.

I am just so tired of the fact that most people I know really don't much care what I do.
It's disconcerting for someone who came from a somewhat neglectful background.
I don't like it.
Even though I am used to it.
I do have people who care about me but they just don't do it the way I want them to.
My characters don't do things the way I want them to either.
It's almost as if....
As if I am not in complete control.
I don't like it at all.
If I'm not in control, then things can happen.
Bad things
Bad, bad things
Even good things can be bad if you don't know they're coming.
Anxiety reigns
 
Chaos is just another word for the world's fondness for disturbing a train of thought. (Guess who was just interrupted? :)

(Edit. I read a depression book. I'll tell you if it takes. It's all common sense stuff but the examples really helped me gain perspective which is something just relying on common sense does not do.)

Might be a bit better.
We'll see.

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Announcing, VAMPIRE GIRL!

Do you know that I once wrote a story about an insane vampire, who looked like a child, and was obsessed with a character? Imagine that. It's never been done before, right? Well, she's special. She had good quirks. I'm good at quirks.

Did you know that the insane vampire was part of a book that was about a slightly more sane vampire who worked in a shitty fast food joint and then ran off when a vampire showed interest in her? She's weiiiiiird. She's also not really a vampire. Maybe I shouldn't have said that, but really, the book was okay, I think. I liked it, but I don't think there's anything wrong with just posting the bits and pieces I have here and perhaps sticking them together with a bit of particularly gluey prose.

This is the introduction of the beginning of my posting of ;Vampire Girl! (Because I had no knack with titles, still don't, really)

There might be some alternate versions that get posted alongside the originals. I was in high school. What sounded coooool then is more obviously a bit cliche now.

So, I hope you'll enjoy Vampire Girl

It will start being released beginning of August, after I sort through eighty files with similar titles. (I do that.) and have something to show for it. Hopefully my memory is right and there's more than a couple of tea stained sheets of paper with doodles on them.

Cheers