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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(Alrighty, Zafira, find a dark alley and enter.)
*whistles a little more*
#ChaseForBook9
I do my best to keep up with the blogs of all in Blogland, Ms. Barnosky.
*She finds that she can not break through her shoes and, in a sudden swing, finds herself suddenly crying, frustrated, her feet hurting*
*Makes a little pile of snow and sticks her shoes in the snow, hoping that the cold will go through the shoe and numb her feet*
*Buries her head in her hands, shoulders trembling*
*wanders around and probably stupidly enters a dark alley, Nic would be telling her off* Hmm hello?
(Well, that's good to know.)
G'bye guys!
#ChaseFoBook9
Photo: *lying slumped against the wall*
*his head bowed*
*the clipboard and papers are scattered about*
*and it is very very dark in that alley*
Bye, Trip!
(Goodbye, Trip.)
Good bye, Mr. Castalan.
Photo!!! *goes over to* What happened?!
Photo: *groans*
*shifts slightly*
*breathing heavily*
*he slowly reaches up*
*and rubs his temples*
Urgh . . .
*In a matter of minutes, her shoes have been soaked through, and are freezing, doing nothing for the soreness that she feels*
*Grumbles, pulling her feet out and lying on the icy park bench after brushing the snow off, and looking up, her arms crossed to conserve her bit of warmth*
*gathers some of the papers* Someone attacked you, didn't they?
Photo: *groans*
*rubs his head*
I . . . don't . . .
*groans*
Ow . . .
*looks up*
*squints at Zafira as though he's never seen her before*
*then his vision clears*
*and he smiles*
Zafira? Zafira Kerias?
Oh, it IS you. How lovely it is to see you.
*pulls himself shakily to his feet*
*his legs are a bit wobbly*
Ow . . .
*rubs his head and neck*
Ow . . .
Yes. That is I. *offers a hand while keeping the papers in another* You look a little worse for wear.
*She shakes her head after a while, not comfortable at all*
*Rubs her eyes for a moment, before setting off down the road, in search of something. What it is, she does not know*
*Her hand is comfortingly rubbing her tummy, though she does not know if the comfort is for her, or her still unnamed child*
*A few ambivalent thoughts float through her head, of names that sounded fitting*
*Shakes her head, and the ideas, out*
*It's a partnership, and she will have to wait*
*The darkness seems to be behind her*
Photo: I actually . . . I feel fine. Great, in fact. Fabulous.
*grips her hand to hold himself steady*
*smiles a dazzling smile*
I feel . . . I feel AMAZING. I feel like I could tame lions!
*begins to gather up the papers*
*with hands that are shaking at first, but then steady*
Or plan a wedding. I feel like I could plan a wedding! The most fabulous wedding ever planned!
*straightens up*
*clips the papers to clipboard*
*and smiles broadly*
Ah. It feels good to have these in order.
*taps the clipboard*
Success comes a step at a time, after all. Can't be sloppy.
Ah!
*stretches luxuriously*
I feel like I could run a marathon!
Compose a symphony!
Swim the English channel!
*grips Zafira's hands*
*swings her in a circle*
I feel on top of the world today, Zafira!
Ah!
*strides purposefully out of the alley*
*follows him out of the alley* Are you sure? I mean you just were laying in an alley! How are you now fine?
*Brushes her hair slightly over one of her shoulders, and steps off the road, beginning her short walk through the forest back to her home*
*A small voice inside of her unnerves her, and she stops in her tracks, turns, and goes to find a hotel instead*
Photo: *pauses*
. . . I don't know.
Nor do I really remember what happened.
. . .
But I feel INVIGORATED, Zafira! Oh, Zafira!
*sweeps her off her feet and spins her around*
I feel full to bursting with ABILITY! And LIFE! And a little bit dizzy!
*sets her down gently on a nearby park bench*
I feel fabulous, Zafira!
*kisses her hand*
I most assuredly do!
*spins around a lamp post*
*and strides confidently down the street*
I feel like a movie star!
Like an idol! A symbol! I feel like the type of guy who wears sunglasses indoors!
I feel powerful, and motivated. I feel strong, and youthful, and happy!
Oh!
This is the way a man was meant to feel, Zafira!
This is how a man was meant to feel!
*disappears around the corner*
*and out of sight*
*stares in total shock* Okay....did that just happen?!
*Halts on the sidewalk again, in a deliberation*
*A part of her knows that she will be perfectly fine at the lab, at least for one night*
*The other part of her knows that the same goes for the hotel*
*Both places repulse her*
*She is left with no other decisions, but one- one that might not be in her place, and marks her with indecision*
*Would pace if her feet did not hurt so much*
(Well, I believe I'm through with role-play for today.)
Very well, Annika.
-
*She decides to go with it, and forms a small portal, and sits outside the bar, wondering if he would see it odd to find her intruding his home, asleep on his own bed*
*Sits against the wall outside instead, feeling a little better*
*Even if she isn't technically inside, she feels safer there than she would anywhere else*
*Would pull her knees up, but they are obstructed*
*Closes her eyes for a moment, leaning against the bar wall*
(I am going to depart. Farewell!)
Goodnight, Annika!
(Night Anni!)
*goes back to the Sanctuary very very distraught and unsure* Oh good god.
Hayley: Zafira! Oh my god...thank god!
What happened?!
Hayley: Grand Mage Ravel came to see Christopher and...then....*goes pale* They attacked.
Who attacked?!
Hayley: Australians! They...they...
What happened?
Hayley; Ravel found your son...you better see.
*goes straight to the Medical Bay*
Hayley: *shows* Christopher is well....awake.
Ravel: Where were you?
Lunch. I needed a walk...*sits with* Oh my god....
Hayley: He'll be alright in a day. I think your little one was more freaked then anything.
Christopher: *reaches for Momma*
*holds him*
Sorry, I got a little sidetracked with the piano.
*Party rock it*
*I have so much homework still shoot me please*
*Rockin out on youtube*
*Adra carefully pulls her phone out, and wraps a blanket around her shoulders as she sits on the porch*
*She taps her phone, making the bird fly between the pipes*
*She doesn't understand how this is difficult for some people*
Its okay Adra. I'm thinking. I'm kind of freaked.
I do that sometimes when I try to fathom the unfathomable.
I almost saw it once...
*Glares at her brain* Slacker.
((Anni has undoubtedly, irrevokably stolen the position of the heart wrenching evil author. I was upset about that for about an hour a few weeks ago, but I called myself out on it and stopped. It was silly of me. But I felt I needed to state that she's better at pulling heart strings than I am.))
#ChaseForBook9
*hugs Ari* Hey there!
Hello, Aretha.
I love Panic! now... ErM.
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*She slowly moves her feet after dying, her score around three hundred, and finds tapping a screen to make a bird fly is an idiotic idea, and looks at her tight shoes again*
*Frowns, looking around for inspiration*
*tries to kick them off with her other feet*
*It doesn't work*
*Begins to bang her feet into the floor* Dammit!
I rather think "The Intrepid" is good..
Yes.
I shall be using that name henceforth.
The Intrepid™ is a character of mine. Trademarked.
-
*She bends her legs awkwardly, doing her best to yank and tug at the knotted strings again, blowing the hair from her mouth*
*Sighs after multiple futile attempts, and sticks her feet out again, leaning back against the bar*
*She figures that she might as well get some sleep while she's out here*
((I don't think anybody here really associates me with being good with words, or with thinking deeply, or... You know... The list goes on, but I won't list it all. And it's only because of how I chose to portray myself to you guys, I think, and it's sort of selfish of me to even be pointing this out, and it doesn't really bother me, but I still just feel like I should say this somewhere...))
#ChaseForBook9
*She awkwardly shifts her weight, and for one minute more considers sleeping in her lab*
*Pros- comfy bed
Cons- loneliness and uncomfortable*
*She weights the same of the hotel*
*Pros- comfy- ish bed
Cons- loneliness and uncomfortable*
*Weighs the same of the bar*
Pros- familiar
Cons- uncomfortable*
*Blinks*
*Half shrugs, and leans against the wall again, pulling her blanket tighter*
Well- I find your writing quite beautiful. I can tell, you know? Like, you can tell sometimes in life, who is genuinely pouring their heart, soul, essence, into what they do. And I get that feeling from you.
Greatness doesn't come from skill. It comes from passion.
Unless you're a bad surgeon. I wouldn't say passion would cut it.
((I'd invite you back as a house guest- I loved having you as a house guest- but presently, my house is not safe.
Hello, both of you, by the way. Sorry for going on a selfish tangent over there. *hugs*))
#ChaseForBook9
As most places are. It is quite kind of you to think of, anyway.
-
*She shuffles her feet*
...
I'm going to burn my shoes off.
*She pulls out a lighter and some gasoline in a small little flask, pouring it over the rubber soles of her shoes*
*grins* whats up Ari?
P.S. I imagine Photo Finish as Brendon Urie.
Just saying.
-
*She flicks the lighter, and waits*
*Nothing happens, because the soles of her shoes are wet*
*She groans in frustration* I am so done.
((Thank you, Adra.
I used to be more like Anni. I lived to kill other people with suspense. And I was good at it, too- better than I am now. But that was back when I created and developed characters as plot devices, making all their decisions for the sake of heightening drama. They were my puppets. Veracruz came from that time, which is part of why her personality seems so disjointed and difficult to work with here. But the characters started to take over. I think it was a more than fair trade, personally.))
#ChaseForBook9
(I like your characters Ari and yiur writing
That makes sense... *nods* Well... Growth is all about moving forward and backwards, you know?
((Yes, I agree.
Thanks to you, too, Zaf.))
#ChaseForBook9
My mom just came back home with the one wand I wanted...
Which is exciting. I like this one. It resonates with me :)
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*Adra, frustrated, grabs a knife, and digs as hard as she can through the shoelaces*
*Too hard*
*She jumps, pulling her hand back, and kicking the shoe off, massaging her bleeding foot- the top having a cut in it*
*It hurts much worse than the soreness*
*Curses*
(So whats up Ari?
Look at it! It's fabulous!
UGH
Okay, HERE we go.
Sorry about that. Phone error.
Also, Jensen Ackles singing "Angeles" makes me want to cry because his voice is like his boyfriend.
Heaven
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iNb0TKhKFdM&list=PLrVhx21BCZyjj9j2zMhpS7W9d_M20INPu
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*She puts more pressure on the top of her foot, pulling some gauze from her bag, and using that to wrap her foot up, knowing that she can't use her potion that could heal it*
*Grumbles, wrapping her foot all the way up*
((That's beautiful, Adra. :)
Not much, Zaf. You?))
#ChaseForBook9
(Same, did you get the email I sent?
*hugs Adra* Night. I send my condolences
Owwwwwwwww omg my stomach
Anyone alive?
After a week of bargaining with my mum, I am now allowed to wear a hat with the dress.... a small win, but its something
Hello?
Hey fab. I can wear a hat!
((Aretha-- I've looked up to you as a writer and as a person pretty much since you came to Blogland.))
((Just thought I should mention...))
Congratulations, Snow. [hugs]
I'm here but i may go soon. Don't feel good...
I have been complementing people all day c:
Okay, Zaf. [hugs]
:-) [hugs Snow]
I've watched snow fall all day.
I need to find a word other than "paragon" to use... wbd
*goes to the treehouse and finds Javier* Woah...
Javier: You always wanted me. *takes hand* Do you miss me?
In a way...
Javier: *sits in living room*
*goes beside him* Well....when we did this last time we had an attack and we continued.
Javier: *laughs* oh I do remember. I remember every moment.
*sighs* Do you know all the songs I like?
Javier: I do. *looks at her* Didn't I tell you not to go out didn't I?
*looks frightened going along* You did you did.
Javier: Didn't I say the world was cruel, didn't I?
You did, you did.
Javier: Then tell me how this happened, tell me why can't we just go home Shi and forget this dreadful night?
*both laugh* You do know....
Javier: of course, man is not one but two he is evil and good.
[Nods slowly]
I'll be...okay.
I'll have to go in the next half hour, though.
It's been a really, really long day.
Everyone on here is:
sweet, comical, amusing, entertaining, brilliant, sociable, enjoyable, pleasing, outgoing, happy, humorous, jolly, nice, witty, cute, friendly, joyful, radiant, kind, gracious, generous, personable, engaging, lovable, loving, precious, giving, talented, lively, bright, trendy, intelligent, energetic, active, bold, understanding, brave, determined, responsible, wise
Though you messed up. It's "Tell me how this happened what I did wrong tell me why can't we just go home Shi and forget this dreadful night?"
Javier: I heard it like twice
I forgive you.
Javier: Happy Valentine's Day *kisses her*
*kisses back*
Javier: I love you. Go to bed Zaf. I know you have a long day at work.
*stands and goes into room, then faces him* come with me.
Javier: I'll be in soon, sleep.
*curls up in bed, asleep*
Javier: *waits and finally goes and watches her*
*hugs Snow* *hugs Fabi*
Thanks Snow!!
Think I'll sleep now. *sends dynamite confetti to all and vanishes in shadows*
[hugs Snow]
Night Zaf.
Night zaf
Very msd...
Kay
c: --->
Well, you're too perfect for ideas.
I just figured out what Effie looks like without illusions, and am trying to draw her, but I'm getting sleepy :-/
Good luck then
Thank you,
*nods*
G2g
Oh. Bye...
Mom: Who is that meant to be?
Me: No, it's Effie:
Mom: Who's Effie?
Me: A fictional character. She lives in my head.
Mom: I see.
Me: She's an illusionist, so she can look however she wants, but this is her natural appearance.
Mom: Hm. Well, clear all those pencils and go to sleep.
Me: And Effie accidentally borrowed one of the goats (I've mentioned the goats to her before) and illusioned it to look like a jackalope.
Mom: [Laughs]
Me: And then she ever-so-slightly lost the jackalope.
Mom: Don't make me laugh, I'm planning to sleep soon.
Me: Oh.
Hello?
Damn I'm to scared to go to sleep. the pixar theory was just revealed to me.... and ... and it's terrifying. . .
*blinks*
So all the times I read this post, I thought it said "Imagine I'll be appearing at the Imagine festival."
It doesn't.
It says "Apparently."
O_o
I READ THAT POST LIKE FIVE TIMES DAMMIT.
#ChaseForBookNine
hello!
Hello, Reuben!
And is anybody on?
Nobody?
Why is it that almost every single time I go on here there's nobody else on? *sighs*
Anyway, Happy Valentine's Day, people!
And bye! *gives out chocolate just for the sake of it*
(a few half-hours after previous comment)
Nobody STILL? Ugh. It's like the universe is out to get me! :)
No, honestly.... like 60% of the time I'm on here, nobody else is! Well, yeah, I'm not on here all that often, but it's a sign!
*ignores the sign*
*even though it has flashing neon lights*
*and unicorns*
*and takes up 2398572096702382 meters squared*
*and pokes her in the shoulder if she looks away*
Well, bye. I have this really annoying sign to deal with. :)
Just got back from a party.... by god, it was fun.... but my feet and voice are soreeee
Sounds cool, Snow!
Not about the feet and voice though....
When we were forced to ballroom dance, I got to be a guy because we were short a couple. Thank. God.
*poofs to sleep* night
HOLLY AND DEREK ARE GOING TO DINNER ON MONDAY!!!
DOLLY DATE DOLLY DATE!!!
*sits by a table*
*under a red umbrella*
*at a lonely café*
*in the rain*
*sits on her own*
*without a fella*
*on Valentine's Day*
*what a shame*
So am I Anni
*gently pats Zafira's arm*
*as rain falls from the moonlit sky*
I guess it won't do us much harm,
to be alone, without a guy.
Hullo, Adrasdos. How are you today?
I'm terrible, tbh, but please- nevermind that. I'm eating Chipotle. How are you?
That's alright, I'm doing dreadful as well.
*pats Adra's shoulder soothingly*
However, I am eating M&Ms, and it is difficult to be sad when eating M&Ms.
HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
As of today, it if officially Half Term.
I GET A WEEK OFF YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY. :)
(I'm not really sure how happy I am about that. :P I'm coming to like school.)
#ChaseForBookNine
I'm fine. I'm awake and all just freezing so I'm buried under blankets
C said today that if she was an apple, I was a pear, and everyone else was oranges. :) :)
#ChaseForBookNine
Hullo, Star.
Food is glorious, actually- it's hard to be sad while eating food. Unless that food is cricket.
True story...
I feel like I should write, but it's definitely going to be repetitive... And I'm not really sure what I should to to get a reaction from people the way you do.
Hm.
Well, on the other hand, you see your characters different than I see mine...
I just want people to be enthusiastic about it, but let's be honest, that probably won't happen
IN other news, when I envision Photo Finish, I think of Brendon Urie.
Hello, Star.
Hi...
Hello, Fabi.
@Annika: I'm not even speaking to you. :P
. . . Wait.
I'm speaking to you now. *frowns*
Hmm.
Anyway. From NOW, I'm not speaking to you. :)
. . . NOW.
#ChaseForBookNine
A) Hullo, Moss.
B) @Star: MWA HA HA HA HA!
C) I do love food.
D) I read that in a previous comment of your, Adra, and I LOVE IT.
*yours
Ah. Of course.
I apologize for my distant-ness. There's a frightful blizzard outside, and I'm currently working on school.
And I'm at school... Although lunch is for an hour and a half today.
Hey, Lantern! :)
@Adra: Your writing is awesome. :)
Argh. My brain isn't working. It's so used to watching out for errors now, it keeps thinking I make errors when I don't and I just keep stopping and having to think about what I'm saying and getting lost and -
Sorry.
And then I don't remember what I was saying. -_-
Ah. :) Your writing is awesome, Adra. And it's different to Annika, so it's awesome in different ways. And I admire you in different ways. I mean, as writers. Well, I admire you as people in different ways, but I MEANT as writers. And . . .
*lost again*
*FUCK'S SAKE*
Fuck . . .
I can't remember.
DAMN. D:
My memory has been so bad these past few days I swear.
OH!
I think I was saying -
No, I disgregarded that.
Shit, this memory loss is running the effect of the whole paragraph.
I'm sorry. Anyway, I admire you as writers in different ways, and you have different strengths, and Annika's has more shocking sudden reactions (that are HORRIBLE HORRIBLE HORRIBLE), but your writing is good in different ways, Adra, ways that Annika's isn't.
*nods*
#ChaseForBookNine
*Annika's
#ChaseForBookNine
I am curled up in bed, eating M&Ms, and doing college classes on my laptop as smooth jazz plays in the background.
How, how I love homeschooling!
@Annika: Well, I have HALF TERM.
*nods*
*realises I spoke to you*
Damn.
*shuffles away*
#ChaseForBookNine
Oh, that reminds me, I posted the last bit of yesterday's role-play on Superfluous.
*is about to say something in response to Annika* *remembers about not speaking* *doesn't*
#ChaseForBookNine
I'm not allowed to do schoolwork in bed.
I read back in the comments, and I feel a little upset that I upset Aretha.
I ghosted for a little while before I plucked up the courage to join Blogland,
and I sort of got the impression that Aretha had the whole of Blogland under her power, because she had Niccolo,
and it seemed like most of Blogland revolved around Niccolo, and still does.
I hold an enormous amount of respect for Aretha, and her writing is some of my favorite in all of Blogland,
and I just wanted to make that clear.
I'm going to go now; bye.
Bye Adra... [hugs]
Fours, Adra. :(
I need to email Ari . . .
I just remembered a second ago, but then I forgot.
*mouths AriAriAriAriAri under breath*
But for the record, Annika . . .
I get upset for silly reasons like stories. *frowns*
No.
That's not the way to portray it.
I mean, I have, in the past, felt that someone was stealing my place as a storyteller, and I mean this in a different way to the circumstance which we're talking about, but the impact was sort of the same, and no one is ever replaceable and all writing is good in different ways, and also, if wonderful writing gets written . . . then it's good that it exists.
You know in Toy Story?
And Woody says "No one is getting replaced."
And then he feels he does get replaced.
But think about the movie - if Buzz hadn't been there, the movie would have no interesting storyline. And if Woody hadn't been there, the movie would have no interesting storyline. And they're both equally important. And Woody may feel he's not in the position he once was, but he's adapted a new role, and that one could be even better. Buzz, too - he thinks he's a failure because he's not the real Buzz Lightyear, only a toy, but then Woody says "Are you kidding? Being a toy is the best thing you can be!" and tells him how awesome he is and Buzz realises that he is, in actual fact, awesome.
*nods*
(But for the record, I think Ari is a fantastic writer, and I ditto Moss in looking up to her as both a writer and a person.)
#ChaseForBookNine
Hey I love Nic. He's special in his own way. He's just...different.
(And my point was that Buzz and Woody are both awesome, so whether you're Buzz or Woody, you're awesome, and have NO REASON to feel bad. :))
#ChaseForBookNine
*hugs Star*
You are a rather special person, Star, and I think my life would be a good bit better if we were friends in real life.
Although your friends might be a little confused about why you're hanging around a girl dressed in black,
who uses words like 'ersatz' and 'defenestrate.'
[hugs Starararawr]
DAMMIT WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE WORLD.
I received a really good compliment yesterday, and I was like O_O and was thinking that that had made my MONTH. And I just keep thinking back to it.
So, Annika, the whole of this month is already booked up, so that didn't make my day or my week or my month because they're already created, but it made some period of time (which has yet been undecided) (I mean, I don't know what will happen in a month) (I said the compliment I got yesterday made my month because I thought back and it was the best thing that had happened to be all month, but I can't think back if I haven't reached the time to which I need to think back to) sometime next month. *nods*
Thank you. :)
Meh. :P My friends are generally somewhat confused by me.
I wish we were friends in real life, but alas, there's all this water in the way.
And distance.
I mean, even if the ocean dried up and we could walk about on it like O_O, then it would still be an awfully long way to walk.
So I suppose it's the distance that separates us. :)
But thank you.
(You know, when people just say things like "you're nice", it doesn't feel that much of a muchly, because half the world is nice. When they say you look at the world in a unique way or their lives would be better if they knew you, that's kind of O_O)
*suddenly realises I'm speaking to Annika* *facepalm*
I SWEAR I WILL LEARN HOW TO IGNORE PEOPLE
(and then probably forget again).
#ChaseForBookNine
*to me
#ChaseForBookNine
*laughs*
Oh, Star, dear sweet Star.
You won't speak to me for MONTHS after the wedding, I'm sure.
I'm back for a second...
Hello again- I had to go do something. Didn't take as much time as I thought.
You know, sometimes I say something like "Possession makes you a possession", and it's the amazing first point at the beginning of a rant, and there's this moment where your friends kind of stare at you like "What the hell is she on about now", and nowdays I just look at C and say "I'll tell you in science."
(But if I haven't said the rant to anybody yet and I really need to get it down before I feel it all slipping away
I COME TOWARDS YOU
We all got left behind
We let it all slip away!
. . . before I feel it all slipping away, then I can just get out my phone and email to myself or whatever, but . . .
I've totally lost what I was going to say now.
The song in the middle through me off.
*sighs*
See what I mean?
These past few days have been TERRIBLE.
Ooh, in English . . .
I hate it.
He gives us ten minutes to write a PEEAL paragraph. I spend six minutes deciding what I want to write about, and then I start writing it and discover where I'm going halfway through and then are just starting to get there when it's the end and I'm nowhere near done, or I start writing, realise I'm going nowhere and half to cross it out and then have done NOTHING and I don't have another six minutes to think about what I want to do.
Urgh.
I'm sure this failure to internalise my thoughts has had an effect on my English abilities. :/
#ChaseForBookNine
Oh! Oh oh oh! I have something to ask you!
I do not write fan fiction, as a rule. I just don't enjoy it. But recently I got roped into writing one for a Minion friend of mine, and I wanted to show it to you people to see what you think. It's not done yet, but I've got the first part finished, and I would really love an opinion on it. There are no spoilers in it. It's based off something Sanguine said in book two, about having been a PI once, and the only murder he solved was one that he'd committed.
But for the assessment, I can start writing, discover where I'm going, go back and edit and go there, and then have it all written, so I'm good. :)
Wb, Adra!!! :)
@Annika: Don't SAY things like that.
I can't live with the damned SUSPENSE. -_-
. . . Oh.
I'm speaking to you again.
I'M SO BAD AT IGNORING PEOPLE. D:
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*A bright flash claims the room* *the light fades* HEY GUYS! *bows* what's up?
@Annika: I'd love to read it. :)
I'm not a personal fan of fanfiction either . . .
But that's mostly coz there's so much pressure to get things CORRECT. :P When it's your own story, you can define what is correct, so . . .
(I do fanfic in my head, though.)
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*sighs* so cold
I JUST SPOKE TO YOU AGAIN.
Urghhhhhhhhhh. *facepalm*
I think I should just start talking to you again now. :P
Are you okay, Adra? :/
Hi, Silente! :)
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Wb Adra [hugs]
Hi Silente!
Sorry I'm distant...
Alright. I'll post it here, as it's not too long. And I absolutely agree: I don't much like fan fiction either. However, my friends do, and as the only writer amongst us I find myself writing much more of it than I'd personally prefer.
@Zaf: :( Aw.
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Hullo, Silente!
@Annika: :/
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By-the-by, is it pronounced Silent or Silent-eh?
Because for some reason, I have been mentally pronouncing it as Silent-eh.
@Moss: Absolutely fine. :)
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Hello. The name’s Billy-Ray Sanguine. I’m a PI. It says so on my door.
It started on a rainy day in Texas. Nuthin’ outside but heat n’ wet. A bad day t’ be out on the town. ‘Course that means the blood gets washed away real clean. Straight down in the gutter. Nobody has t’ know a thing.
He was an Italian sorcerer, and a purdy rich ‘un. Got himself a fancy estate outsida Houston. ‘Course I didn’t know about none o’ this, when I killed him. I was just strollin’ down the sidewalk blowin’ steam off my cappuccino, and next thing I knew I had the man pinned to the wall o’ a dark alley nearby.
I enjoyed the killin’. Then, I always do. Rammed him up against the wall, sealed his hands inside it so he couldn’t run, and bled him till he was beggin’ for mercy. He didn’t even try to use magic. Pathetic.
I remembered the kill ‘cause I got so into it that my ol’ Bowie knife scraped bone one too many times. Tip snapped off, and the rest was duller than a zombie’s wit. Useless. I left it in the sorcerer’s kidneys and went the underground route back t’ my office. Wouldn’t do to be walkin’ down the street all soaked in blood. Didn’t matter how much I loved the feelin’ of blood slowly dryin’ on my skin. Wouldn’t do t’ have civvies see me lookin’ like that.
Got back t’ the office, showered up, and took t’ starin’ out the window like I of’n did. Sure, detectin’ was good in it’s own right. All the glitz n’ glam n’ fast-talkin’. But not one o’ my clients didn’t end up kickin’ the bucket, so I was startin’ to ponder givin’ up the business fer good.
Then the hottest lil’ darlin’ I ever did see came strollin’ through my door, and I gave up on all that.
She was stunnin’ in her genuine mink coat. Long black hair goin’ all the way down to her rear. A waist I could’ve put my hands on n’ had my fingers meet on the other side. ‘N don’t get me started on her eyes; real calm n’ gray they were, like the sea after a storm. Roilin’ and tossin’ in the bay, kickin’ up foamy white spray . . .
What was I talkin’ about?
Oh yeah, the broad. She was cute.
“You lookin’ to put out a hit?” I asked, straightenin’ my Ray-Bans.
She raised a perfect eyebrow. “A hit?”
I coulda kicked myself. Me an’ my big mouth. “I meant are you lookin’ fer me t’ solve a mystery? Some guy get rubbed out? Husband maybe?” I asked hopefully. “Boyfriend?”
“My brother.” She said, and her perfect eyes started wellin’ up with tears. “My brother, he’s-” And then she collapsed into sobs.
I start automatically doing it Silent-eh . . . :P Even though I'm sure I once decided it was Silent.
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We stood that way fer maybe ten minutes, her sobbin’ her dear li’ heart out and me scratchin’ the back of my head wonderin’ was t’ do when a dame breaks down in my office.
“Um . . .” I said. And then again; “Um . . .”
She sniffled and sat down on a stool. Her mascara was runnin’. It detracted a lil’ from her cuteness. Not much. “I . . . hic . . . I’m sorry . . .”
“Um . . . s’all right?” I ventured, removin’ my Ray-Bans.
She wiped her eyes and looked up at me plaintively. She saw my face clearly fer the first time, and collapsed into tears once again.
Dangit.
The Ray-Bans.
“Sorry!” I gasped, puttin’ my sunglasses back on. “Sorry, I-”
“Wh-what happened to y-you . . .” She sobbed.
Seriously, some dames don’t have no manners. You’d think I was the first eyeless fella’ she’d ever seen.
“I scooped my eyes out o’ my head.” I explained. “Y’know, like y’do.”
Y’know, I wish for once, just once, people wouldn’t notice those big-ass holes in my head. I mean, yeah, I ain’t got eyes, but once you get past that, you got my face. And my face ain’t bad. None of the dames thought so ‘fore I popped my eyes out.
“Sh-shouldn’t you be asking me some questions?”
“Questions . . . questions . . . oh yeah! Right! Questions!” I stuttered, rememberin’ jist in time I was meant to be helpin’ this dame. I pulled a pen n’ pad out of my pocket an’ flipped it open. “Um . . . lessee . . . Name?”
The dame squinted at my pad. “What’s all that red stuff?”
I glanced at the cover. Sure enough, it was purdy red. “Oh, ah, s’nuthin’. Jist ketchup.”
“There’s ketchup on your pad?”
“Yes’m.”
“Why?”
“Maybe I ate somethin’.”
“It looks like it was sprayed on, violently.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“Is that-“
“Okay, this ain’t doin’ neither of us no good!” I exclaimed. “Now then, missy, what’s your name!?”
The dame crossed her legs politely. “Fatale. Femme Fatale.”
“Sorceress, I take it?”
“Mmhmm.”
“And what d’you do?”
“I’m a follikenetic.”
“A what now?”
“I can manipulate hair.”
There was a long pause.
“You can manipulate what?”
“Hair.”
“What was that, hair?”
“Yes. Hair. I come from a long line of magic barbers.”
If I had eyelids or eyes to lid I’d have blinked. “. . . ‘Kay . . . Was your brother a magic barber too?”
Femme looked like she was gonna burst into tears, and nodded vigorously. She pulled a photo out o’ her pocket an’ gave it to me. I looked.
“See?” She said tearfully. “His hair’s perfect.”
And what t’ my wonderin’ gaze did appear but the face o’ the very Italian that I had killed earlier that day!
“Oh, froop!” I gasped.
“Can you help?” Femme begged, getting’ down on her knees and grabbin’ my hands. “Please! You must! I’ll pay you!”
I dunno what it was. Coulda been those sea-after-storm eyes I guess, but all I know his I looked her in the eye, though I had no eyes fer her t’ look back into, an’ nodded.
Boy, was that the stupidest decision of my life or what!?
. . . And that's all I've got.
Wait no food time nm
*laughs* XD
That was ace. :)
You get inside the situation and his personality/take on his situation quickly and thoroughly so you know where you are, plus it was rather amusing. :P
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Why, thank you.
*explodes happily*
Idk, I always find overdone accents in the narration kinda annoying.
But other than that, it's pretty good.
*raises an eyebrow at Zafira*
Your gerbils did something cute?
Then again, I've never been a big fan of Sanguine, so...
Probably not the person to ask for advice.
Sorry.
No, Moss, it's fine! I never what anything less than completely honest opinions.
Although, I am a massive fan of Sanguine, I must say.
Oh! I actually have to go. I apologize for my abrupt departure.
*departs*
They are cuddling in a log my dad got them. Awww its so cute!!!!!
Hi, if anyone who read this is interested in reading this blog i started an speaks german- http://valice-schreibt.blogspot.de/
I hope you'll like it! :)
@Moss: Chaos Walking has accents in narration. It has it exactly how Todd would think it, including spelling errors, incorrect grammar and written EXACTLY how you would think it and asdfghjkl, it's rather ace. Might give some examples -
No, I don't own the book.
CURSE THE WORLD.
But writing like thinking can be good, like when his (Sanguine's) mind wandered off, and it totally captured as the moment was. *nods*
Plus you get used to accents and whatnot.
But I do get what you mean - it can be irritating, accents in narrative. :P Prior to Chaos Walking, I didn't like it.
(I am incredibly fond of Chaos Walking.
Fantastic books. Fantastic.)
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Fours, Annika! :(
Hi, Valice! :)
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*The lights flicker and dim* *darkness clams a room for but a second* *as the lights flicker back on a figure stands in the middle of the room* hey guys! How are y'all
I'm okay, Silente. :) You?
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I'm fine I'm in a rather cheery do dar mood which is kinda strange because I've been in this sort of moods for weeks now...anyway who's on?
G'bye Annika.
Well, I'm sorry if I accidentally insulted a good book. I assure you it was unintentional.
But a lot of times, it feels to me like the author is making fun of people who talk like that and taking it over-the-top. Like, I don't mind a bit of ain't or y'all or whatever in the dialogue, but when the entire narration is saturated with it, it really annoys me.
Sorry if this offends anyone. Personal preference.
Hi Silente.
@Moss: You didn't. :P
I just started ranting.
I mean, I did delete it and then start ranting again, so you can't say I didn't try. And you didn't insult it - I was merely explaining the positives of writing in accents. :)
And I know what you mean. *nods*
But Sanguine does have a strong accent, you have to admit. *shrugs*
And I'm not offended. :)
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So mossy moss moss and star the bubble are on. Who else.
(Hey moss!)
DYNAMITE
Zaf no god damn it what have I said about the Dynamite!
Zaf seriously like I know your grand mage of america and all but seriously where are you getting all this Dynamite from?
*cuddles dynamite*
I understand that you like the dynamite and that its like you teddy or blanket but still, cool it girl. *cautious approaches zaf* I hope that dynamite your cuddling isn't lit...
Dynamite trees.
*looks over at moss* Dynamite trees?
*looks around* its like a ghoadt town
Zaf has dynamite trees in a dynamite forest. :)
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I grow the dynamite from trees called dynamite trees and well....*lits the stick I'm cuddling and throws it at the statue of Derek* Now it's lit
Well that's...interesting. At least your blow in up statues and not real people... speaking of we should probably get under cover... *lgrabs moss, star and zaf* *jumps behind cover* 3,2,1- *statue explodes * *stands up*
*suddenly explodes England*
*gets exploded* Zaf what have I too you about blowing me up! (I LIVE in england)
Don't worry, the things Zaf explodes always turn up intact eventually. She's special like that.
*grumbles* daint mean it don't hurt.
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