Tuesday, September 29, 2009

A Tale of Work and Play

Tsira tripped again, but he caught her waist. She pushed him away and stared at the sky in wonder. He looked, too; the clouds were dark, as if they were about to burst with rain. Each shape was outlined with white sunlight, and the sky around it was a pasty orange like the dirt beneath them. So much of the world was red and yellow and brown. Only a sunny blue sky and lively green broke the monotony, but with the cold all the color in the world was fading. After the harvest, it would be black and white until spring.

I started my new job today, and although I'm scared, I really think that this will be a good place to work. I'm not even sure how much it pays. But the pay period ends pretty soon and I'll get my first check and then we'll see. So far my day has been exhausting. I didn't sleep well, wondering how I was going to survive my first day at the school, and wondering how Katniss was going to win the Hunger Games, and wondering how to approach the next scene of my novel, and wondering about Rand, and just about everything else.

I don't know how I feel about Hunger Games. I'll have to sort that out in my discussion with Andy, Jaron, and Julie. I guess I really am picky, not so much about what I like, but about what I love. It seems like Andy and Julie love the book. They are drooling over the cover of the second one, but they want to wait to read it until after our little book club meets. I know I enjoyed it... but... I guess I'll tell you about it when I'm done with that, too. I'm really curious about what Jaron thinks of it. I think it threw me off to be reading Eye of the World at the same time--I kept thinking, "the world is dying; how is she still finding so much food?" but I had to remind myself that was a different story.

I haven't really written anything today, but I do want to get that scene out. I'm just so exhausted. My body is finally giving on the whole vitamin thing. It doesn't want vitamins anymore. I'm starting to think that's why I was sick on Sunday morning. *sigh* My body wants to eat unhealthful things and sleep for two days straight. It wants to make me give up on work already, and never read or write again. It wants to die, I think. Fortunately, this is not what my mind wants. The two are in a constant, epic struggle. In any case, I'm still determined to finish my novel.

I have to play Pokemon today. I want a Shaymin. I love Pokemon. It's not over when it's supposed to be--you can just keep going, if you want. After you finish the main storyline, you still have to get all eight badges, and once you beat the Elite Four, there's still the Battle Tower and the GTS and Mystery Gifts. You still have to work really hard to catch them all--unless you're cheating, and if you're cheating, there's really no point to playing that game. I admire the game's ability to bring interaction. The last time I traded with someone, they had attached a letter to their loved pet, and it said to promise to take care of it, and listed its moves. Anyway. I'm going to go dip my head in a bucket of cold wake-up water now.


Sunday, September 27, 2009

The First Day

A small white flower had made its way through the soil, poking up on the road with the weeds. Its neck was broken, yet it still tried to stand tall among the passersby. A few people stepped on it before Octras noticed it. He'd never seen a flower growing in Crescent before. How sad it looked; he wanted to help it somehow, but he knew there was not a way, so he stepped around it and continued down the street.

Today I cranked out a scene even though I spent the entire morning puking my guts out. It always feels so good to write. Even on the days where I don't feel like doing it, I'm happy when I write. I tend to get really involved in what I'm putting on paper (I almost always write longhand before putting anything on the computer) and sometimes that means some measure of pain or headaches or sleepiness. Yesterday I was writing out a drowsy morning, and it made me so tired, and a few days before that I had a sharp pain in my elbow after writing about someone getting a nail in their arm. Some people will probably tell me that this is strange, but I've always felt that it made my work better, somehow. If I'm experiencing what my main character is, then I can more accurately portray what it is really like for him. (At least, with my current project it's a him...)

On a side note, I've been playing Fish Tycoon every time I get on the computer to do something. It's a slow-moving game, so I can just work on other stuff while I'm waiting for my fishies to grow up, and such. You may not like it, but I think it's awesome.


Thursday, September 24, 2009

Welcome to the Story

Hello, world.

Blogging, as I have been told, is often said to be this way:

"Never before have so many people with so little to say said so much to so few."

But don't despair. I had a blog that was for all my personal problems, all my rants, and eventually, I realized I really had nothing I wanted to say there. I think this is partly because my reason for starting my blog was all wrong.

I did it for a boy.

As it turns out, the personal blog did help me figure out some things, and it helped the few who read it understand me better, but it really wasn't what I wanted. It wasn't what I wanted it to be. I'm no longer the depressed child I was, and I realized, "I don't want anyone to read all my rants from two years ago."

This blog, I hope, will be more of a public journal than a private one; it will be the place where I can talk about books, music, movies, and all sorts of good things, but mostly it will be for my story. I'll soon be posting snippets of what I'm working on, and if something gets published, it will also be a place to answer questions about my world.

But for today, I'm just going to say welcome. Welcome, world, to mine.