Apparently I'll be appearing at the Imagine Festival in London this Monday, the 17th. I had a blast last year, where I showed clips from movies, but I'm not entirely sure what I'll do this time. I might read from one of the new short stories. I'd read from the ninth book, but there is nothing from the early sections finished, and anything read from later on would be a spoiler, so...
Oh, and speaking of Book 9, I have just reached the 75,000 word mark. Judging by this, the finished book will be at least 100,000 words, which is Mortal Coil length, and could be longer. LSODM will stay the longest, I reckon, simply because of the massive amount of characters involved. But because most of those characters are now DEAD, Book 9 allows me a smaller, more intimate story — while remaining as heart-rendingly traumatic as anything I've written before.
And speaking of heart-rendingly traumatic, I've actually written the last few chapters. Not to completion, of course, but I've written enough to know what happens, and how it ends, and who lives and who dies, and all I can say is...
I am MEAN.
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(*solemnly* Then we must kill the Google at once.)
How I know Anni is on, long comments
@Dragona: Not for me, either.
I was going to suggest that Blogger might not support it, but then, Fabi had the epic bouncing cat (Esquibeth?), didn't she? So I guess it must. SO, Idk - sorry. Good luck with it. ^^
*laughs* ...Or ask Google nicely to be a little more helpful? :P
#ChaseForBook9
(Sorry for my brief disappearance, my friend phoned.
I am apparently going into town tomorrow.
Also, I have to do my English homework and my history homework and my art homework and whatever other homework, which will take longer than they should because procrastination.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK.)
Good little excerpt, Annika. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
@Zaf: Yeah, that's how you work out I'm on, too. XD
#ChaseForBookNine
(*shrieks loudly*
I have to go! The postman is here and I'm expecting a box!
*flees*)
OH BOXES!
I love getting boxes in the mail :3
Fours, Annika! :) :) Good luck with your box. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
Hey.
I need a character to write with.
Fabi, Liz, Ioux and Effie are all either dead or busy with stuff I don't feel like writing.
I'm gonna complain about this for a while (probably won't post it) and then decide something. [Nods]
(I guess I'll basically just sit here until my phone's charged, then go to bed.)
(Yeah.)
(That sounds like a plan. :))
#ChaseForBookNine
HAAAI FABIIII! *Supermegatacklehugsofdoom*
@Star: No problem - have fun tomorrow. :)
And, good luck getting the work done, too. ^^
See you, Anni! I hope your expectations are met! :)
#ChaseForBook9
@Moss: Good luck. :)
I want to roleplay as Star, actually.
I was planning to do that earlier, but nobody was on and then I got stuck procrastinating.
*frowns at self*
I wasted so much of today.
So, so much. *sighs*
#ChaseForBookNine
HELLOOOOO JUBI-BEAN
Hi Taia, Star
[hugs all]
Hey Fabi, :)
Perhaps you work out a new character, at random, and just see what happens with him/her? idk
Which reminds me, actually, that I was working on a character pretty at random... I wonder which notebook that was in?
mbd - searching for that.
#ChaseForBook9
[tilts head at deleted comment]
[frowns]
[puts cream cheese on it]
[idk]
*Eats a bagel because of cream cheese*
*hugs Fabiulous back* :)
Ah! That was easier to find than I'd expected. :)
If I didn't explain what I meant by the random character thing, I was basically halfway through putting a bunch of random characteristics and quirks and idiosycracies and whatnot together and working out how to tie them to each other into one human being.
idk. I was just gonna see what happened with it, and go from there.
but, idk.
I haven't written/read anything in so long, I'm not even sure I have a right to offer suggestions on the matter, anymore. :P
#ChaseForBook9
I tried that with Ania, but she's not exactly roleplay-world.
I suppose I could use Arturo and his nice who is either named Cal or something starting with A, I forget.
Oh, also: does anyone know a good recipe for vanilla cupcakes?
@Fabi: Cream-cheese. :P
also @Fabi: Ah, well I hope you figure something out, anyway.
And, nope, sorry - mine always end up tasting of plastic for some reason. :S ^^
#ChaseForBook9
I wanted to do something, you know?
Because there's so much I can't do.
I can't be everywhere for everyone.
But I can put cream cheese on a deleted comment.
Not sure if that makes sense...
And that's okay, I'll use the internet. Or possibly a cookbook. We'll see.
@Fabi: That makes perfect sense.
It makes more sense than it looked like it would, kind of. But, wow. idk. You know when something is so much more than you thought it was? Not that you thought little of it before, but that it's just different and the different is bigger, kind of? idk. It's just kind of perfect. *nods* :)
msd
#ChaseForBook9
"You can't be everything to everyone."
@Lantern: You're so awesome. :) :) And good luck!
@Taia: Idiosyncrasies! :)
I saw the word 'idiosyncrasies' in a museum, too. :)
It's everywhere this week. :O
#ChaseForBookNine
I know. I can never exactly explain why things that don't make sense but sort of do are awesome, but idk. :P I can't even describe them, because they don't make sense and they don't not make sense, and idk.
#ChaseForBookNine
(I am back.
I do not know if I will suddenly disappear, however.)
[hugs Starararararar and Taiaiaiaiiaiaiaiiaia]
Wb Annika.
(Oh dear, is everyone hugging everyone else?
I should probably run.)
@Annika: *laughs* XD Run if you wish. Wb, though!
*distant*
*history essays are apparently easier than English ones*
#ChaseForBookNine
(. . . I feel like I should be doing something, but I can't think of what to do.)
(Maybe I should sing. Or tell some jokes.)
We get along
We're so fucked for each other
All idiosyncratic sacred routines
Bring me a shotglass, a pistol, and patience,
A William Tell vaudeville is not a disguise...
@Star: It's a good word. :)
*hugs Fabiabiabiabiabiabiabiabi*
Welcome back, Anni! *laughs* If you don't want a hug, I won't force on upon ye. :P
#ChaseForBook9
(*the curtains open*
*the stage has been set up like a French town in the hills*
*and I am running amok amongst the townsfolk*
*whipping my long coat around*
*and singing*
Pardonez-moi, Monsieur
What is your name, Monsieur
I think that we would serve
as perfect companions
Pardonez-moi, Madam
Will you be long Madam
Together I know we can
Enjoy an adventure
Pardonez-moi, Monsieur
Pardonez-moi my lad
What could be wrong my lad
I find you looking rather sad
oh see the sky is churning
Pardonez-moi my dear
You've worked for far too long my dear
Enjoy the fact that every gear
is silently still turning
Pardonez-moi my lad
Pardonez-moi my love
I miss you so my love
As precious as a perfect dove
Within a perfect cage
Pardonez-moi my friend
I love you so my friend
The time has come, it is the end
We're dying of old age
Pardonez-moi, my love
Pardonez-moi, my love.
*the curtains close*)
((Do whatever you like, Annika.))
((Wbd.))
@Annika: Do whatever you'd like?
Provided you're not hurting anybody, I'd say you're pretty much unstoppable. :) ^^
mbd. I'm gonna do some more psychology revision. I have eleven booklets to revise & memorize by May/June. And my psychology teacher tells us to draw pictures as revision, and that's easy enough, so... :P
#ChaseForBook9
@Anni: Do you just pull those right out of the top of your head? It's kind of amazing, in its right. :) ^^
#ChaseForBook9
(Thank you. Song-writing is a bit of a hobby of mine.)
*curls up* sooo
(I must go. Dinnertime. But I shall return, perhaps with another song.)
Hi again, Zaf! :)
HOw're you doing?
See you, Annika! *waves*
#ChaseForBook9
Hello Zaf.
Wbd, sorry.
I wasn't really here, but I think I'm going . . .
Fours!
#ChaseForBookNine
I kinda am petified. Im thinking of Book 9. I was thinking of it and when holding Coco I realized: I may as well kissmy feels goodbye
My sister is awesome...
G'bye Star!
See you, Star! *hugs*
*hands Zaf a cookie*
I still have 7 & 8 yet to read. My feels don't even know what's coming. :P
@Fabi: Good. :)
#ChaseForBook9
Hm........
Oh by the way, I found a thing of rainbow skull beads, and one of the white ones has, like , rhinestone hair or something and I was just thinking of Skulduggery and... XD
(That's nifty. Did you buy them?)
Thank you Anni. You actually understand. I mean realistically Nic is really screwed up, mentally. I guess its why I like him, he's different then most. Nobody else steals true names, and its near how Niccolò has amazing abilities butit bites him because he has 48 names in his head, and Aretha explained it all to me what its like and my feelings of hatred towards Alastair are mixed now.
(*pats Zafira understandingly on the shoulder*)
Yeah. They were on sale. I'll probably use them in my cathedral. :-)
(*yawns*
I'm a bit bored. Perhaps I shall leave. Or perhaps I'll stay. I haven't decided yet.)
Do what you like.
All of you do what you like.
Seriously.
Same Anni I've been bored all day. I cleaned the gerbil cage so i cant occupy myself with them because they're busy chewing, I have not the feels for SP books and I'm jumpy from 3hrs of Doctor Who
(Then I shall RULE THE WORLD!
*sits in her high ivory tower and laughs madly*)
(Or perhaps not.
*changes mind*
*turns the world over to Jordan and Micah*
*sits in swivel chair*
*and ponders what to do next*)
*explodes said ivory tower* Ahem I win
(Jordan and Micah: *die*
Ah, well, that's the end of that.)
Oopsie. *giggles* you know I like to explode stiff and it appears that my iPod is unhappy
[Sighs]
Sometimes I wonder...
Well all day I've done strange things, I've sung through all of Les Mis, Repo! and Jekyll and Hyde
(Neil:
I’m all alone I can’t breathe
I don’t know what it is
Don’t let Nurse Talia see
Don’t let her see me like this
I take a pill every day
But the condition gets worse
My days are numbered I’m just waiting for my hearse
Now
Charlie:
I’m alive today because of you
they died today because of you
it’s all you
it always comes back to
the same place
it’s always you
doing anything to win this race
feel the pain
take the blame
I’ll give you a reason to remember my name
I’m alive today because of you
they died today because of you
I can see the pain
see the writing on the wall
{not at all}
{not at all}
Levon:
I’m all alone I can’t breathe
I’m lost in Wonderland
Fell down a rabbit hole
Now there’s a gaping hole
Where she, should be
If she, could see, me
(like an idiot)
I gave up the world
and the love of my life
To save a friend in need Now
we’re both caught under the knife
If I could make it out
If I could figure out
How to return to her
Is it worth it?
Charlie:
Because of you I’m okay
Because of you the rest will die
Hooray
Because of you I see the writing on the wall
[not at all not at all]
I feel the pain
[you take the blame]
Another reason to remember the name)
Anika, you cannot, unfortunately rule the world, as I have already used the childish terms 'bagsy' and 'dibs' on that position. Terribly sorry old bean,
(Trip! Why, you rapscallion!
*gives Trip a stern look*
Bad form, Trip, bad form.
*sulks*)
*explodes England*
(*screams*
Z . . . Z . . .
*choked whisper* Zafira . . . not . . . England . . .
*faints*)
Well its next best to Ireland. I'm on Ireland exploding probation and have been for almost a year
*uses tea leaves and melted cadbury's to stick England back together, the chocolate re-freezing at the cold temperatures*
(Once again, I'm awfully sorry. Maybe you could try the next reality over, I hear they're looking for a Putin- esque ruler.)
PpslsasstpasftrwImmiotmycrabiite
Pprlppcstdmtsppdfohtfopientmylym
I think I might just go. Sorry... I'm in one of those moods where everyone and everything is annoying me.
(*clutches the remains of England to her chest*
I'll t-tell Sir wh-what you've done . . .
*begins to sob*)
(*gasps*
Trip!
You've saved it!
*hugs Trip*
Hurrah!)
Hope you feel better soon, Fabi.
*explodes Iceland, Greenland, and Australia*
I feel that, Fabi.
Hello
That was rather rude, Ms. Kerias.
(Well, I do love there. Not to mention it's my sacred duty to repair England whenever Zaf destroys it. Sacred. Duty.)
(Adra?
Goodness me, where did your profile picture go?)
(A sacred duty that I commend you for, Trip, my good lad.
And hullo, Sir!)
Ah! Adra! You have no face!
*waves to Sir* It was not! *the world explodes except for Ireland and America*
It's hiding away for now
*waves to Sir* It was not! *the world explodes except for Ireland and America*
Indeed it was, Sir. Unfortunately, when I tell her off, it only seems to encourage the misguided lass.
(I hope your face feels better soon, and comes out to play again. Does it want to build a snowman?)
Greetings, Ms. Barnosky, Kerias, Dark, and Mr. Castalan.
(*whimpers* Not England, Zafira, anything but England.)
How racist, madame! I will not tolerate genocide! You can expect no more invitations to my garden parties!
My face has yet to see Frozen, so it does not wish to build a snowman.
There was only one person who stopped Ireland exploding...Derek threatened to kill me off so I stopped but he only said not explode Ireland and Em. Not himself.
Well, shame on your face, then.
*smiles good-naturedly*
*then backs slowly away from Zafira*
[hugs Adra]
Oh you simply must Adra. It has a plot twist!
Oh..hi Adra...
Indeed.
*gestures to Trip*
What he said.
*tacklehugs Anni*
*Hugs Fabi* Ta for the food.
I'm afraid I already know the entire plot line, Trip- the Internet seems to have spoilers, including here a few times.
To be frank, I prefer the story of The Snow Queen to the movie Frozen.
How awful.
*shrieks*
*struggles to free herself*
No hugs! No hugs! No hugs!
I rather prefer Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back, if we're picking snow films.
*hugs tighter* Don't worry Anni, I kissed Nic once but I'll stick to hugging you
Brb dinner
*chokes desperately*
*begins to crawl away*
I . . . liked . . . the . . . first . . . Narnia . . . movie . . .
It appears....
In other news, I am going to Europe in the summer of 2015, which is exciting for me. I'm going to have to start earning some more money so I can get to the UK, although I am more than certain my mother wants to get back to Scotland for the second time.
So I will be yonder
Zafira: *leaves for dinner*
*lies on the ground*
*hyperventilating*
No more hugs.
No more hugs.
Sorry, I'm still in my dry wit posh mode after I got randomly proposed to, among other questions such as, why do you have milk?
Greetings?
That's right, get gelous.
I have two whole pints of milk in my fridge. Actually more like 1.8 now, I had a glass.
Hello, Ed!
Herrow Benjamin.
Hullo, Benjamin.
I have no milk in my fridge, Trip, old boy.
*looks a bit sad*
Hello Adrasdos
Hello Trip and Annika
Greetings, Mr. Lament.
Hello Sir
Oh.
I'll have my people send you so e. Should take twenty years or so.
By-the-by, Sir, I was impressed that your author understood my Lutece song.
Oh, and before I forget- Trip, I sent you an email that might be within your interests..
Why thank you, Trip. I shall mark it on my calendar.
*flips through calendars*
*finds her 2034 one*
*marks 'Get Milk' on February 22*
Well, my author was rather impressed that you wrote a Lutece song.
Oh? Np.
I read an interesting retelling of the story of the Snow Queen...
Star Wars.
Snow.
Movies...
Huh.
I hope you have a nice time.
See you.
Hm...
Why, thank you. It wasn't one of my best, but it was rather fun to write.
I have no cheese in my fridge.
....
Well.
This is-
Well, nevermind. I'm going to go now again. I might try again in about *checks clock* four days.
*Whisks away*
Goodbye Adrasdos
Good bye, then, Ms. Dark.
*checks fridge*
. . . Yogurt.
A lot of yogurt. Not much else, it seems.
Goodbye, Adra.
Perhaps it was milk at one point, Ms. Barnosky.
Goodbye and good luck, Adra.
*pauses*
*then slowly shuts the fridge*
Thank you for that charming thought, Sir.
Adra?
Check your internet post.
Indeed, Annika.
It merely depends upon whether or not your refrigerator is powered, Ms. Barnosky.
Hmm. That's a good point.
*strokes chin*
After all, the electricity in my house is powered by squirrels on treadmills that I keep in the deep, dark, dank, dusty, dirty, disgusting, deeply disturbing basement.
Maybe they've stopped running.
Did you remember to feed the squirrels?
They only eat once a month, at the full moon.
Did you run out of prisoners for your squirrels? They do like the odd soul every now and then.
weresquirrels? Let them free every full moon
*snaps fingers*
That's a good point. Usually I can hear the prisoners screaming in my kitchen cupboards, but they've been unusually quiet lately. Maybe I need to stop by the local farmer's market and pick up some more.
That or your local demonic lord's castle, they tend to flog them nice and cheap. Organic too!
Ah! Thank you for the tip!
*flips through my coupon book*
I wonder if I have a coupon for that.
Or the wine cellar in Trips bar. He usually keeps a few that havnt paid for drinks
Well, I'd prefer to get them fresh. I don't think the squirrels would want Trip's leftover prisoners.
Shame to waste them though?
*a deep rattling comes from my basement*
*and the lights flicker back on*
Ah. The squirrels seem to be back to normal.
*looks forlornly at the fridge*
Too late for the milk, though.
*Places giant cow on Trips head* Fresh milk?
*Drew sighed and looked at Chase. His skin on his face was starting to burn and become hotter and itchy*
Drew: So now what Horowitz? You gonna start beating me up like your son?
*Chase shook his head as he watched weak tendrils of shadows come in and out of Drew's chest*
Chase: You see all this shit *he pointed to the shadows* That's just nothing but an infection and my mother always said, the only way to get rid of an infection properly was to sweat it out.
*Drew held his breath as he understood what Chase was saying*
*slow claps for Emerald's impeccable timing*
Hello Em
Greetings, Ms. Melody.
(I timed it on purpose because I am special exactly like that.
Anyway I ded for all the cool stuff that could potentially happen in 2014 and that everyone can revel in the coolness of this soon to be stuff.)
*nods*
Here here.
A lovely dedication, Ms. Melody.
Hear hear
I have to go, bye
Good bye, Mr. Lament.
Goodbye, Benjamin/Ed.
*sighs quietly*
*sitting on my swivel chair*
*surveying Blogland*
. . . I'm not sure what I should do.
Ms. Barnosky, you have a swivel chair. You should be pondering what you cannot do.
Wise words from a wiser source, good Sir.
*spins happily across Blogland*
THE HAMMER OF JUSTICE IS UNISEX
or at least, according to Batman
Speaking of chairs, I got a new one for my desk, so now I don't have to go down to the chair by Nelnah's computer when I want to comfortably spin in circles. :-)
Huh...
It would be far more disturbing if an inanimate object had a particular sex, Ms. Stormberg.
*spins artfully across Blogland*
Ah, this is rather fun!
*spins through a street*
*then a forest*
. . . I'm getting a bit dizzy.
*mutters angrily about my dad turning of the internet last night before I could post my amazing, epic speech oh how perfect this place is*
*is annoyed because said speech is now lost to the mist of time*
Alas, that is the drawback of swivel chairs, Ms. Barnosky.
It could be lost in far worse places, Ms. Stormberg.
*whirls across Blogland*
*straight at Sir*
*before skidding to a graceful halt six inches in front of him*
*gestures to swivel chair*
Would you like a turn?
*thinks about recreating the amazing speech*
I g2g
*stares at the chair*
*the chair most likely stares back at him*
*the music swells*
No thank you.
*and comes to an awkward stop*
*nods understandingly*
I understand.
*a sad love song plays in the background*
*scoots away gracefully*
...
Quite.
Hmm . . .
*spins gracefully up a ramp*
*flies through the air*
*and lands gracefully on the other side of a river*
I wonder what else I can do with a swivel chair.
*Googles a very specific episode of Soul Eater in which a very specific fellow beats the pulp out of several very specific kids using only the art of swivel-chair-fu*
. . . Ah.
...
Well, I suppose stranger things have happened.
And do, with surprising regularity.
*stops spinning on swivel chair*
Well, sadly, I have no one to beat up. Or anyone I bear much ill will against.
*sighs*
*looks around at where I've ended up*
Where am I?
I am not certain why you are asking me.
*gestures at the comment thread*
I have no one else to turn to.
While you could have turned to yourself, I suppose that could have become rather uncomfortable.
I can't turn to myself, I'm not the Lutece twins.
*rides swivel chair back towards where she started from*
I am so proud of myself for hitting that note lol
Congratulations, Ms. Kerias.
I suppose so, Ms. Barnosky.
*returns to town*
*padlocks swivel chair to bike rack*
*saunters into the saloon*
*exits with three milkshakes*
*one for her*
*one for Sir*
*and one for Zafira if she's still around*
Thank you, but no thank you.
*shrugs*
Can I get you something else?
*finishes my milkshake*
*and begins work on Sir's*
Again, no thank you.
Oh, very well.
*sits in my swivel chair and peacefully drinks Sir's shake*
*stares at Zafira's*
. . .
*sighs heavily*
I can't drink three.
*sets Zafira's beside her on the pavement*
*me
[Is on dinner break]
[Walks through Blogland, carrying a file of papers]
*raises eyebrows*
Quite.
*sits there*
*drinking a milkshake*
*attempts to think of small talk to make with Sir*
*realizes I'm not good at small talk and neither is Sir*
*decides to let it go*
*slurrrrrrrp*
*sits calmly, watching the cars, bicycles, unicycles, swivel chairs, and various quadrupeds pass by*
*looks up at the sky*
*watches as airplanes, birds, superheroes, and frisbees fly overhead*
*takes milkshake* ty! Sorry niece called me
*glances at Zafira*
Oh, hullo. You made it.
*nods at the shake*
Strawberry.
Oooh I love strawberry
[A swivel chair accidentally spins into him and he tumbles to the ground, his folder of papers flying off in various directions]
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