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Elvish and Musings

It’s been a while since I last bothered to write in here, and since my last entry I’ve been busy setting up this new computer I got for Yule. Tis very awesome, and I’m liking it a lot. In the pictures I post here, you should be able to see the pretty ring I got on them.

Those pictures, by the way, are of the very cool elvish that was written all over my arms- by Lily. She’s very good at it. In fact, she’s at home right now- I think anyway- designing things so that she can do a henna tattoo for me and my mom tomorrow. It’s a big thing: I’m re-dyeing my hair, and redoing my nails, getting a henna tattoo and getting my eyebrows waxed. A whole primping deal, but it’ll be fun because Lily will be there, and my mom and her friends. It’s always fun. We listen to too loud music and talk about books and movies and our opinions on things.

I got a whole bunch of books for Christmas too, one of which I finished: Swoon by Nina Malkin. It was…interesting, to say the least.  Very nice and sweet and sexy and dark with a sad ending that makes your heart ache. Ah, and Sinclair Youngblood Powers, the boy with the devil-may-care attitude, set on vengeance, reborn without the burden of a soul- the last being a mistake that the main character, Candice- Dice, for short- will eventually regret. But have hope when you read it. It’s not all sex and drugs- it’s actually pretty cool, in a Tithe kind of way. It ended up lingering on my mind, so I guess that means it was worthy for me to have bothered with. But be prepared. It’s very unconventional, and a ride that goes so fast, when it ends it feels like you’re still moving. Read this, too, it explains it better then I can.

And now I’m almost finished with another, called Intertwined by Gena Showalter, which is written for those of a much lower reading level then myself, which makes it a bit juvenile, but damn is it good. give it another hundred pages worth of detail and I would be in love. The coolest book you ever did see plotwise…if your willing to put up with the writing.

So little has changed since the last time I ranted. I’ve figured out a way to get Werewolf Games into the Nightlife plotline, which makes it a lot more interesting, actually, and brings depth to a character that had otherwise been flat. It destroyed one of the vampire lineages, but it was worth it I think. Asilinn was too awesome a character to just forget about, the perfect mix of arrogance, nonchalance, and damaged goods. And now you get to meet Raymond. Twice. Woohoo!

What else…I have a short story finished for after the end of the Divine Wars series…one I really enjoyed writing, and that will make all fans miserable, if they’re anything like me. Then there’s Corrin, the incredibly horrible Corrin who’s story I promised would never get published, and now, intertwining together the story of Divine Wars and Nightlife kind of made it necessary.

The rest…what rest? I’ve got nothing to tell. My life is very boring. Peaceful even. I’m sitting with my door open, letting in a slight chill to my otherwise stifling hot room, listening to the background music of Aladdin and Connor dancing around the room to it. Caitlin fell asleep an hour ago. Tis a nice sound, the sound of the peacefulness. It kind of makes me miss having small kids in the house. It kind of makes me think about me having kids.

Alas, a story unfolds! My grandmother and I and the rest of the family all decided when the new year rolled in that everyone would write down what they and everyone else would be doing in ten years. Almost every one of them said that I would be married with a kid. I’m a little depressed by this, actually, because I’m quite doubtful it ever will happen, and doubtful I even want it to happen. All these women around me that bitch about being pregnant. I don’t want it. I’d rather take care of myself and look beautiful, thank you. Growing old is not on my to-do list. It might even be my biggest fear. Lucky for me, the women in my family age gracefully, even if they do crap to themselves at my age.

But still, I’m almost afraid to have kids. Most normal kids bitch and moan about things to their parents and those that don’t, like me, end up feeling like crap because they bottle it all up. I don’t know which I could possibly deal with in my children. I care to much about people, especially my family, to have to deal with raising a kid right.

Sigh. And now I’m monologuing. Nothing more to do now then to think about my future…I’ll be musing.


Sick and Bored

I’m sick again. And bored. (Hense the title, right?) Of course, a cold isn’t exactly the bubonic plague, so I wouldn’t put me under quarentine. Two things in perticular that bring me back here: the new short story I’ve posted, with an explaination of how it came about at the begining.

The second being the new song I’ve fallen in love with: “The Clincher” by Chevelle. It works with apsolutely none of my characters (except maybe Rose if you want to stretch things) which is nice because that doesn’t happen very often. So I’m probably end up playing it to death, along with “Perfect Enemy” by T.a.T.u, another one that fits into none of my books. However, “Perfect Enemy” I heard in a cool Kingdom Hearts CoM video on youtube. I don’t remember what it was called, except that it involved Namine falling for Marluxia. Which is weird, in a way…

Chevelle is turning out to be my new favorite band as of late. “The Red” is insanely cool, because it’s so thouroughly Draven, from one of my Nightlife stories. I like that one, and I’m slowly waning through the rest to see which ones I like best.

Another song to character update: “Heir of a Dying Day” by Lacuna Coil is going to be added to the music list, as is “The Red” and “Dead Memories” by Slipknot, who I don’t usually listen to.

Quick thing to add before I say farewell, I’ve change the title from Dancing Shadows (again, yes I realize) to Black Flame, which fits better than any of the others have before. So I’m hoping this one will day the same for at least a little longer. Fire Eyes in the Dark is going back to Moonlight Reign. (dispite my previous post, I know).

One last thing, I promise: Beth Fantaskey’s Jessica’s Guide to Dating on the Dark Side, Allison van Diepen’s Raven and, at my mother’s sugestion, Dean Koontz’s Odd Thomas were great books, not exactly my favorite, because I usually don’t read about Dragomir princesses, break-dancing immortals, and short order cooks that can see ghosts  (or do I now that I think about it?), but good books nonetheless. Go check them out!


Vampires, Divine Cars and Short Stories

Hello, Maureen here. It’s currently a whopping 12 degrees with a -2 degree windshield. To put it in stupid terms: it’s pretty damn cold here. Even the house, heated though it may be, is freezing. I’m sitting here at the dining room table, typing away, shivering and watching “Interview with the Vampire” and “Queen of the Damned” as I write pieces of Nightlife.

Currently it’s in the middle of “Interview with the Vampire” and I’m suddenly quite enthralled by it. I’ve forgotten just how besotted I am with these movies. Kristen Dunst is amazing in that movie. Besides watching the story of “the saddest vampire you will ever see”, I am trying with difficulty to think of something new to say in my very boring life.

Ah! Lily-wa will appreciate this one. I’ve recently been trying to figure out what cars each of my characters have, if any. Most everyone I know who is at least seventeen knows how to drive, and seeing that they are gods, my characters should have cars. Like Logan, my favorite. Recently, in writing the beginning of the second Divine Wars, I’ve made it so that he’s got a Maserati.

Yep. A Maserati. Very creative of me, no?

I thought not. But I thought I should establish that he has an awesome car. Mat, I think, should have a alright car. Sara will not, her parents are too protective, and Silas will have a secondhand car. Of course, Silas won’t be able to use said car in the series, so it kind of defeats the purpose. Selene does not need a car, and Dianna does not either, though she probably could have one if she wants, but she doesn’t really want it, she fends for herself well enough. The guys in my story, I feel, need material things. Of course, Logan does not exactly want to except his grandfather’s gift of an Italian sports car, but he agrees reluctantly enough. And in being a practical man, he knows that to have it sit in his sister’s driveway would be a waste, so he uses it. Not often, but enough. After the first book he uses it a lot more.

Anyway, enough about cars and on to my most recent thing I’ve been doing. I’ve actually been considering putting up some of my short stories for people to read. I know that in boredom I like to surf this website for people’s writing and look for tips on how to write my own, and little details that I can use in mine. Hopefully, people care enough to come on here and read them.

Yet, alas, who am I to know if I write well? I’m constantly assured that I’m great and that I shouldn’t worry if people like it or not. Teachers compliment me occasionally, and when students read my excerpts they tell me that it’s really good. Yet, again, how should I know? I still have my doubt as to how well I’m writing. Maybe somebody on here, someone who does not know me and doesn’t care nearly as much about hurting my feelings. I’d be really happy if someone could please critique my writing. It’s appreciated. Thanks for listen to my rant. It’s over now.