tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36384549328708180472024-03-19T02:52:18.082-07:00In A Rainy DazeRainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11454167614908665080noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638454932870818047.post-8075535610500746312014-07-20T07:56:00.004-07:002014-07-20T12:03:53.348-07:00Underrated?One thing I've noticed about my stories is the fact that some of the ones I believe are the best end up not getting as much credit as I would like - there's plenty of reasons for this, I'm sure, but it bothers me. Here are the stories I've written that I want more people to read because I have a good bit of narcissism in me.
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Oh, yes. First off, we have the story I consider to be my masterpiece - The Child's Mistakes. While yes, it is a sequel to another story (and is soon to be second in a trilogy, whoop!), I believe it can stand alone very well. It's the Doctor Who fanfiction I am most proud of.
Why is it my masterpiece? Well, I think it features some of my best writing in general, description wise and just in the general flow. The plot is something I toiled over for a long time (I've only ever put more thought into the Willolly timeline I'm working on) and weaves into the show and other things. Also, the idea of things being discovered backwards is probably one of the most interesting things I've ever done.
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It's no secret that I love Phantom of the Opera, and I thought a lot of other people did as well. I ended up making a modern day Phantom of the Opera fanfiction by the name of In The Wings. I'd been wanting to do it for quite a while, and the project ended up being one of my biggest and most ambitious.
Despite getting a lot of good reception in the early times, I ended up finding that I had little to no readers for the vast majority of the story! Perhaps it was just too long...but honestly, I poured everything into this story. There's a lot of moments I'm very proud of, and I also enjoy the fact I was able to add my own twists to this story.
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I'm honestly surprised this story got as many reads and votes and comments as it did, being half about Hannibal. While there certainly are Fannibals on Wattpad, I thought that there weren't enough to support this story. The Sherlockians did come through, however.
Still, I wish more people could've read this - there is some of my best character and dialogue in this book. There are actually zero OCs involved in this story, which I believe is the first time has ever happened in one of my fanfictions. Not sure about that, though. Honestly, this doesn't play out like an episode of Sherlock nor Hannibal. It's all about the characters and very little about the crime.
But Sherlock and Hannibal have the best characters. And are also the best shows.
And this is also where the Willolly timeline began. Yikes.
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Back when I was first developing this story, people were all over it! I thought I already had a dedicated fanbase but was somewhat disappointed to find out that very few people were reading the story. As my first original, I'd dedicated countless hours to creating everything about this story.
I thoroughly ended up falling for the plot I'd made and the major twist that came along (Chapter Twelve, if you're wondering)and loved writing about Alia and Ronnie along with everyone else. I just want to have more people reading it - I may or may not have canon ship names for some of the characters that I'd love to share should anyone ship a thing.
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Nightmare Fuel and Terrible Fate - I shouldn't be surprised that they aren't popular, due to the fact they've only been out during this month. But still, I crave more attention for those two little stories more than I'd like to admit.
The plot of these stories is one of my favorite ones I've ever concocted - while yes, a lot of it is heavily inspired by Jadusable's BEN Drowned creepypasta, what I've made on my own has made me oh-so-happy. And the feedback I have gotten on the story thus far has been incredible.
Combine that with my attempts at utulizing more foreshadowing, characterization, and a different story format that mainly takes place over the period of three days and you've got something that I'm perfectly sure will be one (or rather, two) of the best things I've ever written.
So there you go. If you haven't read these stories of mine yet, I highly suggest you do. Yep.
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First off, I'm right in the middle of Camp NaNoWriMo. Okay, not right in the middle as we're only five days in, but I've already gotten a significant portion done and it's just all going to fly by. I'm glad to be ahead at the moment, because chances are it's not going end up lasting. (This is a lie - I'm just going to get lazy one day and then panic when I have to catch up on it later.)<br />
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But of course, everything is going to get a lot more complicated when it comes to a little thing called musical theatre camp and Pippin. I've worked my butt off in order to make sure all of my writing is set up for this month, and thank goodness for it. Now I can spend more time worrying about callbacks and then later on learning songs and dances and maybe even lines...joy.<div>
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There's also a little thing called my plans for New York are a bit tangled when they shouldn't be - turns out Ramin Karimloo is going to be out of town when we're going to see Les Miserables on Broadway. I'm pumped to see the show on a Broadway stage and all, but really. I was going to hear the voice I married live. And now I'm not.</div>
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Now. As for the title of this post, I have to regretfully share something with you...I'm giving up on Project Arendelle. It's an amazing idea, and I'm not going to toss out all of the things I've worked on so far, but an Elsa costume is just too time and money consuming. With the year I've got coming up for me, doing something like that would just end up causing more trouble than good.</div>
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You know, if I was writing down my Willolly plotline, I would have the equivalent of a novel down within a week - easily. I've got their entire lives planned out, including how you take a mouse in the morgue and turn her into someone who shoots a serial killer five times in the face. Er, yes. And that is what I like to call connecting canons in a very non-canon way. </div>
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<br />I could write down the evolution of Molly right here for all of you to see, but judging by how few of you are Fannibals and how fewer of you have read Red Dragon, it would likely not make a lick of sense. But, then again, I think I'll be more successful in building a Willolly army then going through with Project Arendelle. </div>
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In terms of my plan to make myself healthier, everything has been turning out very well! I jogged for 1.5 hours today and burned 750 calories (thank you, Hannibal - even though I was crying I still managed to make it through it all). Unfortunately, though, the scale I use has gone mysteriously missing and I don't have the faintest clue how to find it. </div>
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Speaking of the stunning Loo Brealey (I wasn't talking about her, but whatever), I tried to find Delicious on iTunes but it didn't show up. Bit of a shame, considering that I would've gladly shelled over a portion of my fifty dollars on there in order to watch that adorable looking film!</div>
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First of all, Molly and my Mii are now best friends! We had a fight on there so I was worried...but apparently we worked it out, and then some.</div>
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The romance is all out of whack - while I like Dean and the TARDIS together (they're adorable, okay?), some of the other pairings were me trying to avoid making the Miis upset. Just listen to what they are for a second. Ned the Pie Maker and Molly. Yeah, cute, but not the OTP I was trying ever so hard to force upon the island. And then...Charlotte Charles and Hannibal Lecter. Funny how the not-dead girl and the serial killer end up together.</div>
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Now. The other sets of best friends...Dean and Castiel, and Will and Hannibal. I don't know how the game just knew...but it did. And I'm more than fine with it. It helped me to make a Hannigram song at one point, with River and I as backup singers. </div>
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So there you go. A bunch of things you never wanted to know about my life. Have fun with that.</div>
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Rainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11454167614908665080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638454932870818047.post-49555323444814941052014-06-30T07:56:00.000-07:002014-06-30T07:56:17.285-07:00Fanlandia IslandEver heard of a game called Tomodachi Life?<br />
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Well, if you haven't, I think the following video is a good place to start...(warning: there is some language and sexual references, but it's all very comedic, trust me!)<br />
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Anyways, you can put all sorts of people on your island (mine is known as Fanlandia Island) and have them interact. I chose to use a whole bunch of fictional characters...so aside from my sister and I, here are the people on the island:<br />
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Hannibal and Will are friends, and then River joined into their circle. In other words, they're a bunch of psychopaths. Sort of.</div>
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Rainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11454167614908665080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638454932870818047.post-14749249128618067692014-06-24T16:54:00.000-07:002014-06-24T16:59:04.493-07:00No Context is the Best Context: Romance Edition<b>I always say no context is the best context - and that applies to a lot of things. So I decided to compile a bunch of things I've written over the past while and compile them together in a way that takes away the majority of the context. None of these have been posted...yet. All names and pronouns have been made gender neutral. There are always two lovers in each one, due to this being romance, and they will be known as Alex and Jordan. If there is a third character, then they'd be called Sydney.</b><br />
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<b>I want to see if any of you can guess what some of these are from - or perhaps you might end up reading them in the near to distant future, but with context. But where's the fun in that?</b><br />
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"You sure have a funny way of expressing it, then," I replied.<br />
"Come on. Alex, I was just saying."<br />
"Yeah, yeah, it doesn't matter now." I checked my watch, frowning at the numbers. "Three minutes."<br />
"Alex," Jordan began. "I want to make sure I've done this before we head in there, because I won't be able to stand it if we don't make it out."<br />
Before I could even blink, I felt Jordan leap over to me and press xir lips up against mine.<br />
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Xe looked up and met my eyes. I could see a glitter in xirs more unique than a fingerprint.<br />
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"Anyways, I thought you wanted to see Alex. I'm sure we'll be able to find xir within about ten minutes, especially if we put our minds to it." Jordan could do nothing but close xir eyes for a moment. If Sydney was correct, the moment xe had been desperate to have for years upon years of xir life was coming to xir soon.<br />
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They'd taken a chance by getting together to begin with - but it just seemed to make sense during the summer. Perhaps it was just the heat and humidity going straight to their heads, or perhaps it was something more. Jordan, in most ways, convinced xirself that the latter was the case. Xe'd never gotten any sort of confirmation of love from Alex, but xe could feel it.<br />
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"God, I really must be a narcissist."<br />
"And why do you think that?" xe asked.<br />
"People always said I was a narcissist, and I looked it up to see it meant being in love with yourself. But I hated myself for so long. But xir...xe's like me, but better. And..."<br />
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"I don't understand," Jordan replied, shaking xir head beneath Alex's hands. "If you wanted, you could have had so many people and gotten married to them. It would've been so easy for you."<br />
"Love has never been easy for me, Jordan."<br />
"Now you're the one who's missing the point," Jordan sighed. "You could've easily kissed me and left the moment you found out what I was like. You had so much time to break it all off, but you didn't."<br />
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"You're like a mutation, that one mutation that helps a creature and allows it to survive better. You're the mutation that causes evolution. You're not bad. You're just different."<br />
"I know, I know," xe continued. "I've been studying for AP Bio recently, it's been on my mind. But the fact of the matter is, I love you. I love Sydney as well. I couldn't tell you which one I love more, or which one I've loved longer."<br />
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<b>Let me know what you think...!</b><br />
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<b>- Rain</b>Rainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11454167614908665080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638454932870818047.post-8890674187689625232014-06-12T14:29:00.005-07:002014-06-12T14:29:52.762-07:00Ranting Time...?So, if you know me decently well, you'll be aware of my love affair with NBC Hannibal. You could call it my guilty pleasure. Sometimes it causes me to make subtle cannibal jokes.<br />
<br />Most of the time the fandom (known as Fannibals!) are some of the most lovely and polite people I've ever seen throughout the world of all fandoms. I see so much love for the show and its people, and it makes me feel ever so happy. They have a good healthy respect for the showrunner, Bryan Fuller, too.<br />
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Until, of course, they get pissed off.<br />
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Especially when they get pissed off about something really dumb.<br />
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Now, another little factoid about me - I'm a feminist. Once upon a time after that one person went and killed several women because he couldn't get a date, I literally started screaming and crying in the middle of the cafeteria as I ranted about it. I was horrified. Absolutely horrified. I'm very passionate about it, and also red lipstick. Sorry.<br />
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And then, I'm also an avid supporter of proper treatment of ALL genders and ALL sexualities. I could go so in depth with that, but I think I'll keep that for another rant.<br />
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You're probably wondering what this all has to do with one another, right?<br />
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Well, well, well, here we go. I'm going to explain to you a plot device in Hannibal that has a good portion of the Fannibals <i>still </i>fuming. It has to do with misogny and showrunners, something that has plagued me for an awfully long time now.<br />
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In order to prevent spoilers should any of you watch the show, I'll be using different names for all of the chracters. But you'll probably be able to figure it out. Yep. Yep.<br />
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Once upon a time, a new character was introduced on the show! Alice was a character who was in one of the books, but you wouldn't have recognized it. In the books, she had a very masculine look and had taken many steroids - and she was also a lesbian. But now, in the show, she was tiny and feminine and had sparkly eyes and such. Everyone was surprised, and also confused. Where was the lesbian we were promised?<br />
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Bryan Fuller (who I may mention, is a gay man) assured us that Alice was indeed part of the LGBT community, and the unrest was settled for a little while. We wondered how her story would end up unfolding...<br />
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Soon, another character from the books was introduced - Andrew, Alice's brother, who was also the heir to a great fortune. Also, a sadist. Also, someone who has absolutely no feeling for how he hurts anyone. Also, someone who laughs at pain and makes martinis from tears.<br />
<br />Needless to say, Alice needs to get rid of Andrew. He's absolutely horrible, yeah? But she also needs to do something in order to gain the upper hand. So what she ends up doing is something kind of insane...<br />
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She goes to one of the main (male) characters and gets herself pregnant so that she will have an heir.<br />
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And then...<br />
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Then the Fannibals went insane.<br />
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Alice is supposed to be a lesbian! Alice shouldn't be having sex with a man! Alice should never be doing something like that! This is so misogynistic, ask a real lesbian if they'd do that, etc. etc. etc.<br />
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Yes, they have good points, but I can guarantee that they didn't do one thing.<br />
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Oh, yes.<br />
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Let me tell you about Alice in the books again. As you may remember, she's taken steroids. But she's also gotten herself a partner. In other words, she is physically incapable of having a child. But she still wants to have an heir, just like in the show. So what she needs to do is get genetic material from Andrew so that she could have her partner have a child who could still be a genetic heir.<br />
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She would've done it herself, had she not been physically incapable to.<br />
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Then, let's go back to the show now that's cleared up. Basically, she needs to keep her pregnancy a secret from Andrew. He would've stopped her no matter what - so basically, getting sperm from a sperm bank wouldn't have worked. He would've found out. And then, of course, he would've stopped Alice.<br />
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Alice needed to do it more secretively. And that would require sleeping with a man. So she went to someone she trusted.<br />
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In case you're wondering, Andrew does find up. And he makes it so that Alice can never have children again. <strike>Basically, I was sobbing my eyes out. Yep.</strike><br />
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Do you see? Do you see now?<br />
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<b><i>Do you understand why I'm irritated with the fandom?</i></b><br />
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Yes, it was not ideal. It was not ideal at all. But, you know what? I have this feeling Alice is going to get a partner in season three. And I have a feeling it's going to end up going along with the events of the books to a certain degree.<br />
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Or maybe I'm just being silly.<br />
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Either way, this was one hell of a rant.<br />
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- RainRainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11454167614908665080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638454932870818047.post-77507808449335252592014-05-16T11:55:00.000-07:002014-05-16T11:55:43.881-07:00A Resolution, 5.5 Months LateFunny how you can easily forget the things that set you off running in the first place. And then, in one enormous moment, it all comes flying back to you and you remember just what you had as your start. I must say that I know this well, almost too well, after everything that's happened today.<br />
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Now, let me give you some background - I'm writing approximately 28,000 words a week. That's over half of a NaNoWriMo novel, and that's in a singular week. This is all because I'm writing new chapters plus 750 Words plus Penzu entries plus other novels that haven't been posted yet...I'm writing a ton. I average about 4,000 words a day with this.<br />
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Let me tell you - I've figured out the approximate speed of my writing. I can write about 750 words in 15 minutes if I'm focused. We can do just a bit of math to figure out that it takes me five minutes to write 250 words, or one minute to write fifty words. If we apply this to the 4,000 words, then we can figure it out fairly simply. It would total up to be about eighty minutes, if I just wrote straight on.<br />
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Now, eighty minutes doesn't seem like too long of a time. It's approximately how long an episode of Sherlock is, after all. I could just switch on some Cumberbatch and Freeman and write away...right? Well, no. I get distracted far too easily for all of that. It ends up taking me hours to finish my writing.<br />
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I spend all of my free time (when I'm not getting distracted) working on writing. I literally only have one core class this semester, which means very little homework, and I'm still finding myself so busy because of all of this writing I feel like I have to do!<br />
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The thing is, I think I'm obsessed with writing.<br />
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I'm so obsessed with making novels that I've nearly forgotten where it all began.<br />
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Novels. I read novels. I am a reader. Or, at least, I was a reader. Once I got into high school and got into the groove of weekly updates on Wattpad, my reading has decreased dramatically. Surely some of you must know how bad I am at reading your stories - and you're not the only ones. I mean, the author of Nature and Nurture (Sherlock fanfiction featuring a clone baby - it's excellent and probably one of my favorite fanfics out there) only updates about once or twice a month, and I'm still behind.<br />
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I've lamented over the fact that I've seemed to have lost touch with reading, but I never seemed to act on it. Frankly, I just felt too anxious that I'd get behind on my writing and that everything would end up falling apart. I still feel that way at this very moment.<br />
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But just a few days ago, I was cleaning my room. Part of that requires me to clean up my books, of course. As I was shuffling them around, I realized just how badly I wanted to read those stories once again - and also read those I hadn't experienced yet. I've been reading here and there on my Kindle, but it wasn't until that moment that I just wanted to sit down and read.<br />
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Then I ended up forgetting about it...that is, until today.<br />
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I picked up a book called Every Day by David Levithan. The premise had sounded interesting when I bought it in the bookstore months ago. It had been stuck in my room, waiting to be read, but it wasn't until I was assigned an independent reading project in English that I found my opportunity to do so.<br />
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Then today, during lunch, I decided to get ahead on the reading for the project, if only by a little bit. Within those twenty minutes, I had ended up going about forty pages. It's not too much, but it was still significantly past how much I had to read today.<br />
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When it came to English class, we ended up down in the library for the last few minutes of class. I ended up passing one hundred pages. I was still thirsty for more. And I couldn't possibly surpress that...or could I?<br />
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So I thought about for a few minutes. Then I realized that I just needed to get back into reading. Every Day will have to wait for school nights for me to read it, but I'm sure I'll just end up tearing straight through it.<br />
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I decided that, at least for today, I was going to push writing aside. It was no longer my main priority. I plan to read today. I plan to read, at least a little, every single day. And if I can, I want to be able to read through a book a week for the rest of this year...or possibly the rest of my life.<br />
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That's my resolution, even if it is five and a half months after New Year's.<br />
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- RainRainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11454167614908665080noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638454932870818047.post-38956069409525821432014-05-03T06:57:00.002-07:002014-05-04T15:38:15.063-07:001.38I feel enlightened.<br />
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I don't know what's been happening as of late, but as a whole I feel a whole lot better about myself as a person in general. I've felt so much happier, and it's almost insane.<br />
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I guess it all sort of started with a number.<br />
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1.38.<br />
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Doesn't look like much, does it?<br />
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Well, I might as well just come clean.<br />
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I'm a 1.38 on the Kinsey Scale.<br />
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Well, let's just say I stumbled upon the Kinsey Scale and some other test things and I decided to take them. Lo and behold, I was not bisexual - that would be a three on a Kinsey Scale. No, after doing several tests I found that my spot lay between one and two: 1.38.</div>
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Now that I feel comfortable with my sexuality, I can move on to feeling comfortable about other parts of me. I'm sort of part of the LGBTQAAI+ community now, and that is kind of wonderful in of itself. When I participated in the Day of Silence, it really got me to start thinking. It was amazing to see so many people in my school trying to help bring awareness to the issue of bullying and discrimination.</div>
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It feels incredible to be a part of something bigger than myself, and the fact is that I feel very comfortable within it.</div>
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Now that I feel comfortable with myself on the inside, I need to make sure that my outside can match. I've struggled with body image and self esteem for years, along with weight. I've never been extremely overweight, but I've definitely ventured into that zone. It's gotten to a point where I feel upset looking at myself sometimes - half of my stuff doesn't seem to fit!</div>
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Just a few weeks back, I went to Disney World for spring break. My mother swore that as soon as we got home we'd go on a diet - so it was fine if we pigged out there. And oh, I did. I mean, obviously calories were burned off when I was walking through the parks, but I ate a ton of whatever I wanted. </div>
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Then we came home, and we didn't go on a diet.</div>
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Then it was time for Easter. Lots of candy, lots of fattening foods, no diet.</div>
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It became perfectly clear to me that my mother wasn't going to be doing anything in order to get the entire family on a diet. At that point, I decided that it was up to me to eat healthier and start exercising. I started out by doing random exercises for thirty minutes on my own while trying to eat better...but then I began using apps!</div>
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Now I have a workout app on my phone that counts burnt calories, no less, and another website which counts my overall calories. It's been very enlightening to see just how much I'm eating, how much I'm exercising, and how much I'm losing. It's only been about a week, and it seems to me that I have already lost four to six pounds.</div>
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Four to six pounds. That's insane. I'm not starving myself, but I managed to lose four to six pounds. It's because I've been eating healthier and have exercised a whole lot more. This is more than just a diet and an exercise program, this is a lifestyle change. If I can keep this going, then I thoroughly believe that come the next school year, I'll be a whole lot more comfortable in my own skin.</div>
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Being comfortable just makes life so much easier.</div>
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<br />Rainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11454167614908665080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638454932870818047.post-72190355716292374072014-03-29T20:39:00.002-07:002014-03-29T20:41:43.830-07:00Actual Reactions<div class="b" style="clear: both; margin: 3px;">
I have a thing for writing down reactions of mine. This often ends up with rather hilarious results...I started off with doing this while I watched certain TV shows. So far I've only done it for Doctor Who and a single episode of Hannibal, but it's freaking great to look back at it. Here are some actual highlights of what I've said (typed, actually).<br />
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<b>COLD WAR</b><br />
Everyone needs to calm. Down. Now.. Please. Oh no. The submarine has hit rock bottom and the Doctor just slides on a pair of sunglasses.What? Why is there a Barbie doll? NOT THE SONIC NO TARDIS WHY WHAT? WHAAT? WHAT IS HAPPENING? DROWNING. DYING. Oh why is everyone is blue. Did the sonic drown? Oh no.</div>
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He is very excited about this particular Martian. Do not kill the Martian. Even if it breathes death. THIS IS SPARTA.<br />
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And Starbucks sponsors Doctor Who? That's weird. They do coffee. This is tea. ERGH.<br />
Just brush the jacket off. That's right. THREATEN HIM BECAUSE YOU'RE SO THREATENING LOOKING. Clara wants her freedom.<br />
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Derr herr Cold War. Get it? Because it's an Ice Warrior and ice is cold! Right! Did he just say River? I highly doubt it but still. Funny feeling in my stomach. Ice Warrior is scary. She really looks like a chipmunk. IT'S ROSE! THE BARBIE IS ROSE.<br />
WHAT JUST HAPPENED<br />
WHY?<br />
IT JUST SKIPPED WHAT?<br />
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Oh. Clara doesn't know about herself? Huh? CREEPER. CREEPER OLD MAN. Oh never mind. OHCRAPOHCRAP GUNGUNGUN. NO. NO. EVIL. UGH. I'm going to have nightmares tonight.<br />
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<i>And then there's the last part of the episode...</i>Oh no the suit has magical abilities to destroy everything. It looked like Soviet was filming the Martian. SKALLDAC. WOAHHAHAHAH. Grand Martial. Like Martian. Go on Doctor. Go on and help the world. I'm a TIME LORDDDDD. SONIC. SONIC. SONIC. SONIC. SONIC!!! SONIC I'M DYING JUST KILL ME JUST KILL ME NOW. RED SONIC DAMPERS RED SONIC DAMPERS WITH THE NOISE. It's so creepy. Oh a blinking contest thing he's good at those! YEAH CLARA. YEAH! GUILTY BECAUSE OF THE DAUGHTER.<br />
But how red sonic? How? How? Huh? IT'S THE ICE WARRIORS! YEAHHAHAHHA! MARTIAN TIME AND EPICNESS. It's the exact noise my sonic makes on the red setting. That snow is gorgeous for some reason. Why sonic still on? Go on Martian Ice Warrior. Go on. Save the world Doctor.<br />
Show mercy! SING CLARA SING. WHAT? HUH? IT DID THINGS! Yeah. Awkward hug. That's right Clara. That is what we do. Where's the TARDIS? COMEBACK. COME BACKKKK. The ship is very exciting. Oh no Doctor you screwed things up! The TARDIS on fire. Nice. MATT SMITH YOUR FACE. Yeah. ZEEE END.
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<b>HIDE</b><br />
SOMETHING IS HAPPENING. Ah scary. She almost vomited.<br />
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Click click click sonic. HARP! This is very scary. Ah. Ah. Weeping Angel! No. That's beautiful music there. Warm. Cold. He's break dancing. Wuh, huh? Ghost-y ghost! Power chalk. I meant to say powder. AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAJAHJAH SCARY. Was that Summer Falls? She is coming. Knocking, loud, angry. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH SCARY. What is that? Oh this is insane and scary. She's a unicorn! Oh no. Never mind. Clara's hair is fab. This is lovely in 3D. <br />
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THAT IS VERY VERY SCARY. Oh Hilary Twikddjcid. That's what her name is. Cake, the cake is a lie. Oh they are so in total love. SHIP. It's really beautiful, really. <br />
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Help her! Please! Complete sentences. Run! Someone else is yelling what? Oh no. This is ahahahahaha. Live girl live! Echo echo echo. Do something. Use the sonic. AHAHAHAHA! Vice cracking. Takes off bowtie, why? Oh I see. Getting time. Ah. What. No! NO! Oh my god oh my god omg. Unhappy TARDIS. <br />
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Go TARDIS GO! Why does your voice sound different? It's Gollum! Run! Oh no that I'd terrifying TARDIS. DON'T DIE PSYCHIC THAT WASN'T MEANT TO BE CAPS. <br />
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<b>JOURNEY TO THE CENTRE OF THE TARDIS</b><br />
Sexy is just sexy. What more can I say! Awesome rock music. Clara can't fly the TARDIS. She screwed everything up. You need River to fix it. But she's not coming is she. Phrased like a question asked like a statement. That came out wrong. <br />
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Red flashing light. Curiosity killed the Clara. Now she's lost. Good job then. She really is a chipmunk. Find the chipmunk. DARTH VADER. <br />
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STOP HURTING THE TARDIS BEFORE I BREAK YOUR FACE! <br />
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Oh no the book! Egatkeykqfneyhwultjwyjwyhkrwjkwylekyejqrtjqhrqwrrnabqrsjekystjbfarahathatj! STOP NO STOP NO NO DTOP<br />
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I'm going to run out of battery and ahahahahahahahaha! What is going on? Gosh he is angry. Love how there's just evil monsters in the TARDIS but he had no clue. It's ROSE! But what are they, really? That's what I want to know. Now Clara's the one who isn't worried, of course. Oh going in almost circles. Not fun.<br />
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BLUE BLUE BLUE SONIC. EXPLAAAAAIN. Explain. Like please explain because I don't understand please.<br />
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<b>THE CRIMSON HORROR</b><br />
"[The heart shaped balloon from Valentine's Day] is like my ship for Whouffle. It's rather flimsy, but it exists and that's all that matters." *I bat at the balloon.* "AND SOMETIMES I REALLY JUST WANT TO HIT IT."<br />
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They just killed him! Freak! Oh my gosh noo! This is very weird. That doctor dude is very weird. Don't like him much. I am kind of lost already. TARDIS blue door.<br />
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Oh Jenny are you crackers? That was wonderful right there. <br />
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Oh the mister is actually the monster. That's what it is. He's a demon and the old one is protecting herself with salt. Red lights and electronics and a staircase. Sounds like fun! Were all staircases back then spiral?<br />
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Clara's hair is problematic to my enjoyment of the episode.<br />
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A-seed. He's like their child that's kind of great. Good she's alive. She's awake too. And a freak. A drunk freak.<br />
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This must be Clara's music right here. It's adorable. Really adorable. Just like the chipmunk.<br />
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<b>NIGHTMARE IN SILVER</b><br />
It's the Moon! Instagram it, Clara. Claaaara. <br />
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Ew. He just like ate the bug. No, but it looked like it. HDOQORCKZKQJIF IT GOT HIM! Bug bug bug bug. It's like the matrix: gieheeuehmysnyejud<br />
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I hate you. Really. That's what you say? Ah that guy is ah! This is scary. Clara is really getting into this role, haha! I love it. She's amazing. Clara is the boss. Porridge is awesome. He's the emperor isn't he? That's what it's going to be. <br />
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This is scary. Nice! Slappage! That was wonderful. I'll explain later. It's a lose lose situation. <br />
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THE TARDIS YOU ALMOST FORGT IT GOVGET IT RIGHT THIS VERY MOMENT.<br />
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<b>THE NAME OF THE DOCTOR</b><br />
I screwed up. I screwed up. Is it the brothers again? No, it's not. Is it Eicer? Jo, probably !95. OH MY GISH IT's gallifreyans the first Doctor and cOara I can't type properly . I haven't clue what is going on. She's falling through Rome. Tom Baker! I like that outfit. Turn around! Stop xallinf$ terrible green screen.<br />
She fell. That was odd. Oh look, really bad special effects. What just happened?<br />
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Jenny is just pretty great, river is flu<br />
st there. Her face! Oh, something off is going on!<br />
zags knows his name! I live hidd. He doesn't like nebdinfs...that makes me sad.<br />
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I think he just cussed. Look at her face! The poor people's. She goes after him to try and help. Trenzalore, Dorium.<br />
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Hang on! The TARDIS is not a happy camper. Now what? She shut down. The TARDIS. Clare's too much.
Ed, that is a scary place. I don't like it much. Shared look. We fall. The Reichenvach Fall. Was that blue? It might have been. CLARA's scream.<br />
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River is just feeding things along, Zune said his wife he said his wife he said his wife.
Try are there, I cat handle this.<br />
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My nurm is Darvid Tennant. <br />
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Fiver I'd a fresking boss,z if he kisses her and River is watching. I will feel very sad. Peace us in there? Pain everlasting. That is terrible. But we must continue on. R ethics just had such dad faced in, cons in, Dicgor. The FADDIS S DEAD. The poor poor TARDIS. It my god. <br />
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Help him! paradoxes galore! Someone, help, fix it! Oh my gosh. No, no no! It will burn you up. Confetti. That's adorable. Stop FYI stop stop stop bO no no no bonobo bono that was supposed to be no! No!
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The big bad wolf. The wulff. Come on. River is appearing to him now. Clara is awesome. Which is why she survives. If the Doctor doesn't come back. He sees her. She@: not always
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I can't even think right now...I can't even.
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Oh my OTP. Oh my gosh. Does he love her? He loves her, he loves her he loves her...
Ah, River River River.<br />
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River just died. River just died and I can't even think anymore<br />
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Take Ed home.. Bring her home.<br />
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<b>MUZOZUKE</b><br />
Oh look. It's Hannibal's breakup outfit.
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Food is sexy.
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And so is Will - goodness.<br />
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Oh, poor Crawford.<br />
Is Hannibal...hitting on Crawford?<br />
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Feeding on bodies, feed the mind...?<br />
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Seriously Hannibal. What are you wearing?!<br />
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You look like John with the tea and the jumper.<br />
Just need some jam and bam. John Watson.<br />
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Raul! Hooray.<br />
Chilton! Boo.<br />
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Now this is terrifying.<br />
Will has issues.<br />
Only took me two seasons.<br />
In brighter news...he has great hair.<br />
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And Will is actually a genius.<br />
Will Gragenius.<br />
That antisocial beauty.<br />
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Cats and muscles.<br />
Am I talking about the show, or the commercials?<br />
Both.<br />
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Will, you've developed some sass.<br />
Molly'll like that.<br />
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Look at that meat, though.<br />
Is he making tacos?<br />
No.<br />
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I'm just waiting for all the shirtless guys.<br />
Everyone knows that's the only reason I watch this show.<br />
No, no. Kidding.<br />
Or am I?<br />
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The heck are you doing, Hannibal?<br />
That looks like a lot of alcohol.<br />
Let's get drunk.<br />
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Don't touch me.<br />
Looking fabulous as always, Hanni.<br />
Well, well, well.<br />
Suddenly I have a craving for biscuits.<br />
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Oh, his secret admirer.<br />
So this is love...<br />
"I don't want a fan..."<br />
"He's a creeper."<br />
The true thoughts of Will.<br />
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Sounds like water.<br />
Sounds like the pool scene.<br />
Sounds like hella sexy.<br />
Okay, that's just disturbing.<br />
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Pool.<br />
Pool.<br />
Oh goodness.<br />
He's like a freaking swan.<br />
With muscles.<br />
I...<br />
Only a little bit of drool, you know.<br />
Damn, you are ripped.<br />
No.<br />
No.<br />
Yes?<br />
Maybe.<br />
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Looks like a runny nose.<br />
And now a bloody nose.<br />
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This looks vaguely like, er...Sherlock.<br />
The pool scene.<br />
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Run, Alana!<br />
RUN!<br />
Will senses a disturbance in the Force.<br />
It's...over?!<br />
He is such a cannibal!<br />
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<i>Yes, indeed. That's all legitimate things that I reacted to live...and yes, I know there is a lack of context for much of it. </i><br />
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<b><i>BUT NO CONTEXT IS THE BEST CONTEXT.</i></b><br />
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-RainRainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11454167614908665080noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638454932870818047.post-10035360703803051002014-03-18T13:35:00.000-07:002014-03-18T13:35:18.670-07:00The Curse of Writing FanfictionPeople don't normally tell you that there's a curse to writing fanfiction. It happens to all writers, but it tends to be worse when you write fanfiction on a regular basis. You see, you can make fanfiction off of just about anything. Once you've trained your mind to get writing ideas, they seem to come from everywhere. Everywhere.<br />
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For example, I've been trying to work out what fanfictions I'll be writing later this year. I'm planning two different sequel fanfictions to continue some of the ideas I've already had. Which two? Well, I'm not telling you. What I will tell you is that you could probably find both of them on Polyvore. (I tend to give away major plot points on Polyvore very casually. Just FYI.)<br />
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But everything I watch seemed to have some sort of way for me to make fanfiction out of it. I've been watching more and more musicals and shows lately - including Star Trek. Here's where we're going to go into story mode...<br />
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The thing about Star Trek is that I had only seen three movies - Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan, the new Star Trek movie, and Star Trek: Into Darkness. I could hardly use that as grounds to call myself a part of fandom.<br />
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Still, from what little knowledge I had, I wanted to make a fanfiction. I cultivated ideas within me like bacteria - one idea split into another, and another, and another. Soon I had a solid story idea. But since I didn't consider myself a part of the fandom, I forced myself to do nothing about it. The idea had all but faded away...<br />
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And then I started watching the original story. All those ideas came flooding back, but with a canon character being featured as an MC. Whether or not I plan to bring it back up again is another story, but it certainly isn't impossible.<br />
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I've had ideas and longings to write fanfiction for all sorts of things - Lord of the Rings, Les Miserables, and Legend of Zelda, just to name a few. (No clue why they all begin with L.) Many of them I have ideas for - one of which I have completely plotted out, with several thousand words written! But since I have so many fanfictions I plan for, they end up being pushed aside.<br />
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If I tried, I could probably write a fanfiction for every single show and book and movie and musical that I've ever enjoyed. But I'm not going to. Instead, I'm going to stick to what I know I can pull off.<br />
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My two big fanfictions at the moment will be done soon. I think I'm going to be focusing on my Greaser!lock fanfiction from that point forwards...and I'm announcing here that it's not going to be on Wattpad. In order to gain a wider audience - as well as hopefully find more people interested in the story - it'll be posted on Archive Of Our Own, also known as AO3.<br />
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Don't worry, everyone can still read it and leave "kudos" for me from there. But since it's far more specific than many of my stories and I want my Wattpad stories to focus on my more serious escapades (she says while she has "The TARDIS Cabaret" buried underneath everything), I'm going to be putting it on AO3.<br />
<br />I will leave you with this:<br />
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-RainRainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11454167614908665080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638454932870818047.post-89019357103052263872014-02-15T15:15:00.000-08:002014-02-15T15:15:08.955-08:00Losing It<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I just wanted to share this, because I feel like I belong inside of this song. That's all. Sorry if you were expecting something more...so was I.<br />
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-RainRainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11454167614908665080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638454932870818047.post-76538795744545008032014-02-09T19:43:00.000-08:002014-02-09T19:43:49.935-08:00Melancholy and Loving ItHaven't posted on here in forever...but I'm going to. I swear. I've just been so busy.<br />
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That's not the important thing here. Things in my life have been rather dreary lately...which I will be getting more in depth in some other day.<br />
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Right now I'd much rather share with you a piece of me. That would have to be music, really. I am made of music.<br />
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I just made a mix on 8tracks with some of my favorite melancholy songs. I hesitate to say sad...it's more...hm. Why don't you listen for yourself and decide?<br />
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<a href="https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=3638454932870818047">Still Drowning Still Breathing</a> from <a href="https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=3638454932870818047">RainforestGirl</a> on <a href="http://8tracks.com/">8tracks Radio</a>.</div>
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Rainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11454167614908665080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638454932870818047.post-31125363146369063492014-01-21T10:56:00.001-08:002014-01-21T10:56:24.583-08:00Inspiration Like An Icy BlastThat's right. Project Arendelle is taking off. Kind of. As in...I got something done. A test, you could call it. I'm not 100% in love with the results, but it's definitely been extremely helpful.<br />
<br />Let me start you at the beginning of the story. I was working really hard to figure out which fabric would be best to make Elsa's cape/train/pretty flowy thing. You know, the thing pictured below.<br />
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After a lot of thinking (and a good bit of research to see how the fabric draped) I decided to use tulle as my fabric in this scenario. It had the transparency and the correct weight needed to have it flow properly...and I asusumed it could hold on glitter pretty well in order to make all of those lovely snowflakes. </div>
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Then I realized I had a ton of tulle left over from a project about a year ago. I could make myself a mock-up of the cape thing and test it all out.</div>
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Here is me with that very tulle sitting on top of my head. I was going to cut it out into several pieces and use my beautiful new sewing machine to sew it together, but I found that cutting it in one large place actually worked out just fine for me. </div>
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I then made a rolled hem on the top part of the cape in order to help me differentiate it from the bottom (trust me, it can get confusing very easily!). Then I decided to begin making a snowflake pattern on it. </div>
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My method of choice was to paint on Mod Podge in the shape of a snowflake and then sprinkle glitter on top. I made a paper snowflake out of tissue paper to use as a guide, putting it under a layer of plastic so that it wouldn't gut stuck on the tulle.</div>
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That's me painting on the Mod Podge in the shape. If you look, you can see the pink-red color of the tissue paper underneath. This was probably the easiest part of it all...I guess. Weird.</div>
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Once I had painted on all of the Mod Podge, I began to sprinkle glitter on top of it. I dumped a whole bunch straight from the shaker and then shook off the excess. Then I took that excess and sprinkled that on by hand. Let's just say that I kind of got glitter everywhere...especially my palms.</div>
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I'm too lazy to get up and take a picture of the results-but it's not all that special. The shape didn't turn out as well as I had been hoping, and the dried Mod Podge seems to have hardened into an almost plastic-like substance. It makes the fabric stiff and it peels off easily, taking the glitter with it. It would have to stay pretty undisturbed in order to stay on.</div>
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But that means I've learned. Either I'm going to water down the Mod Podge, or I'm going to use this thing called Fabri-Tac which apparently works like a charm. Lovely, yes?</div>
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Rainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11454167614908665080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638454932870818047.post-45719780203252747202014-01-14T17:29:00.002-08:002014-01-14T17:29:29.480-08:00A Study In Second PersonIn the morning, it takes a few moments for the morning mist to clear away from your eyes. Grabbing your phone from off of its stand, you check the time. The sudden brightness from the screen makes your eyes water, but you can still make out the digits. It's 5:48 AM, just in time for you to start getting ready for school today.<br />
It's an exam day, which seems so strange. The school year is only halfway done, after all. It's this dumb block schedule thing that your school has put into place. As you ponder the cruelty of how the system works, you get yourself ready. After primping yourself one last time in the mirror, you head downstairs and devour your breakfast.<br />
You hop into the car, having your mother drive to the high school as you sit there with a pout on your lips. It's still pitch black outside, but you have to go to school and take two enormous tests anyways. At least you're going to have the rest of the week off after today. You let out a great sigh when you see how long the carpool line is.<br />
It seems like your mother is going to get you into a car accident as she pulls into the line. There's just too many people who go to your school. Too many loud, annoying, and dumb people. Even if half the school could drive themselves, the other half has managed to pack itself into this very carpool line.<br />
Ten minutes later, which you think is absolutely ludicrious, you finally end up being dropped off. You walk inside the school to be greeted with the chatter of those who have arrived before you. As you go to meet your friends in your typical spot, you find that some random girls have already taken it. Although you roll your eyes, you say nothing. Your friend is just a few seats away, anyways.<br />
Somehow you manage to pass the time away in the blink of an eye, and the first bell of the day is now ringing in your ear. Today you have to head to your third period first to take that exam. Three hours inside of your eighty person choir. One might think that more people would mean a better sound, but you know better.<br />
Luckily enough, you know music pretty well. The only thing you're really worried about is the whole song interpretation part of the exam. You were given a piece of music: River In Judea. Your task was to make a creative interpretation. In your hands is a poem that you threw together in ten minutes. It's not your best work, but you think it'll be enough. At least, you hope it will be.<br />
The class directs you to go into the auditorium. With so many people in the class, it would be impossible to take it properly inside of the chorus room. There is a seat between every other person, so you immediately find one of your friends and sit as close to them as possible. It seems to take half of eternity, but you soon have a pencil in your hand and a scantron in front of you.<br />
You find the test is actually a lot easier than you had been expecting. You didn't study anything, but everything still seemed to make sense to you. It seems like you're nearly guaranteed to get a B at the very least on this, which sounds pretty good to you.<br />
However, not everyone in the class is as musically gifted as you. Even though seventy six people are done, four people are still working on their tests so you have to sit there quietly. You don't know what you're going to do until they finish. It ends up taking the rest of the time for you to attempt to figure out something to do.<br />
Now everyone is done. All the materials are collected, and the more "fun" part of this exam begins. The chorus teacher begins to have some of the people in the class present their projects for the interpretations. You're fairly sure that your poem is going to stay safely rooted on the stage. You weren't trying to be Shakespeare, after all.<br />
One of the boys made a model river with music notes above it. His explanation only makes his project better, and now you really start to worry that your poem isn't quite enough to get you a good grade. But then you remind yourself that it's not the only thing that counts towards the final grade. This is going to end up just fine, you aced the multiple choice portion.<br />
Then your chorus teacher calls out to one of the students. "Rebecca, do you mind if I read your story?"<br />
"It's fine," the girl responds. She tends to be soft spoken, but she knows better than to mumble when talking to this teacher. You, along with everyone else in chorus, turn around to face her. Her face is starting to flush as her lips curves up in a wobbly smile. The teacher sends her a smile, and begins to read.<br />
"A River's Serenade," she begins. Your teacher reads the entire story out loud as if it were a children's storybook, putting her acting experience into it. The author rests her eyes on a spot above the teacher's head, refusing to meet anyone's gaze. She looks only slightly uncomfortable, a sense of pride coming into her.<br />
Soon the story is over, and everyone applauds for it. You're fairly sure she's the only one who did a story for this project. Most other people did paintings or poems, like you. The teacher continues to show off some of the other interpretations of River in Judea. Your poem stays on the stage, unmoved just as you had expected.<br />
Finally, this testing period ends. You rush to lunch and claim your normal seat back from the girls from the morning. You and your friends have surprisingly deep conversations-who says that teenagers can't think for themselves? It must have something to do with the stress from testing, you believe. All of you have one more exam for the day, and then the week is over.<br />
The next bell rings, and your rush to your fourth period. Just another three hours, another test, and you will be free. Imagine that. You can go home and sleep. Or, rather, stay up until midnight at the earliest and then hopefully not wake up before noon. You'll be doing all of that on a Wednesday. You haven't done that since, well, Christmas Break.<br />
This is the thought that brings you through the entire exam. You finish early and rest your head against the desk, feeling jealous of those who brought a pillow. Since you were never allowed to do that in middle school, you never even tried it in high school.<br />
Even though it seems like an era has passed in the span of an hour, the bell finally rings and you're set free from the bounds of school and exams. You go to the stairwell and begin charging down when you spot someone. It's the girl from chorus, the one who wrote that story the teacher read out to the entire class.<br />
You don't know her, but it feels like somehow you do. You figure that she just has one of those faces. There's nothing wrong with her looks-she's of average height and build, wears a good amount of makeup, dresses well-but there's nothing extraordinary about her. Still, you find yourself searching for more information about her.<br />
As you peer closer to her, you can see that her cardigan is rather pilfery. Evidently she doesn't like this, as she continues to pick at it. It's a nice sweater regardless of it, but she can't help herself. Cradled in her hand is a book. Her fingers repeatedly drum across it, playing a rolling rhythm. You assume that she must be a good musician, when you realize that you have heard her sing before. Of course she's a good musician.<br />
You're afraid that you're going to loose sight of her as you continue going down the stairs. But this isn't the case-she's heading towards the buses, same as you are. You realize with a start that she rides on the same bus as you. Sometimes she just doesn't go on it, though. This makes you feel a bit dull, but you shake it off anyways.<br />
You both reach the bus at approximately the same time. You decide to sit as close to her as possible without seeming strange. The seat across from her is empty, so you quickly claim it and try to watch her out of the corner of your eye.<br />
She keeps on wrinkling up her nose like she's some sort of cute fluffy animal. You could swear that you've seen one of your friend's hedgehogs make that exact face. Her face starts to pale a little as if she's going to be sick, and you know why-this bus literally stinks. You've never been able to put your finger on the odor, but it consumes all of the air and burns your mouth.<br />
It's only a five minute bus ride, but you still think that's ample time to get poisoned by this horrible odor. You're sure a dead body wouldn't smell as horrible as this. People get used to the smell of dead bodies. You've gone through an entire semester and it still stinks as much as the first day.<br />
Trying to distract yourself from the odor, you turn your attention back to the girl. She's turned her gaze out to the window, her eyes darting around to try to catch every detail. She still has that book, her fingers still drumming away. Both of you want to get out of this bus as soon as possible.<br />
Her posture starts to slouch over, as if she's trying to roll into herself. She seems to realize this and correct herself, letting out a great sigh. She now takes her time to tug at her shirt and jeans. Her hands fly up to adjust her scarf and down to fix her shoes. Even though no one is looking, she still feels the need to fix her appearance.<br />
Soon you arrive at your bus stop. The moment the bus comes to a stop, she's grabbed her backpack and slung it over her shoulder. You follow her off, seeing the tangles and flyaways in her hair. Your eyes glance down to her wrist, which has a hairtie that is just the slightest bit too small and is pushing into her skin.<br />
You both start walking down the street, trying to avoid the puddles from the rain from last night. She starts to gaze at the world around her, the faintest hint of a smile on her slightly chapped lips. When her eyes fall on something and begin to stick, you become intrigued to find out what has taken her attention.<br />
Perched on the barren branches of a tree are small droplets of water. They are breathtakingly beautiful, and yet you had never noticed them before. The sunlight refracts and shines everywhere as if the raindrops were lights instead of orbs of water.<br />
As lovely as you find it, she must find it far more interesting. Although it's subtle, the reverence in her eyes for this is a deep one. She moves her gaze to a puddle along the side of the street with the same gleam in her eyes. It's a dirty, mud filled puddle-and yet she looks at it as if it were one of the most beautiful thing she's ever seen!<br />
You just don't understand it. The droplets on the tree made sense to you, but this just seems bizarre. You sigh and shake your head, causing her to flinch slightly. She heard you, and she reacted. You try to be as quiet as possible as you continue walking.<br />
You continue to follow her, but then she takes a left down another street. You have to keep walking straight in order to get home. Following her home would just make you a stalker-you're not that interested in her, after all. You're probably going to forget her tomorrow.<br />
But as you continue walking away, you glance back towards her as she walks along in silence. Her "real" name comes back to you from earlier in chorus that day. But you push it aside in your mind, knowing that she has a name that fits her better.<br />
She is Rain.<br />
<br />Rainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11454167614908665080noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638454932870818047.post-49286127111488517152014-01-08T18:35:00.000-08:002014-01-08T18:37:11.795-08:00Introducing Project ArendelleDon't know what Arendelle is? Well, someone hasn't been out to go see Frozen yet. Shame on you. (Unless, of course, you cannot go see it for some reason...)<br />
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If you don't know the details on Frozen, then I'll just run over them quickly.<br />
Frozen is the story of two princesses, Anna and Elsa. Elsa is becoming the queen of Arendelle, but she has ice powers that she has difficulty controlling. In a moment of weakness, she accidentally releases it on her kingdom. She ends up making it all, well, frozen. And there you, that's the movie in a nutshell.<br />
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(But really it's so much better than that, so go see it.)<br />
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One of the best parts of Frozen is the visual appeal. The animation can be nothing short of breathtaking here at times. The time that sticks out most to me is when Elsa changes into a dress that looks to be made of the delicate ice and snow around her. I fell in love with that dress faster than you could say "let it go."<br />
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Well, my little sister has been obsessed with this movie for months on end. She's gotten herself transfixed on Anna. After the movie, we made a decision-we were going to dress up as Elsa and Anna for Halloween 2014. Or something like that. She would be wearing Anna's outfit from most of the movie, of course.<br />
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Of course, we're adult sizes now. Pretty much. You can't exactly get a costume for that. We have to make those costumes. It's going to be quite an ordeal, I can tell you that much.<br />
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That, my friends, is Project Arendelle. My little sister and I will be dressing ourselves up as the characters from Frozen. These are going to be made from scratch. I'm really going to be trying myself with this whole project, but oh well.<br />
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I've already decided on a sewing pattern, started thinking about fabric and glitter, and more. I've tried to work out the more difficult aspects of Elsa's dress (the whole sewing on several thousand sequins to the bodice has been fixed, I've found a much better idea for me). Of course, I'm also going to need a wig and more.<br />
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I'm going to need a whole lot of money and help.<br />
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But today I feel like I can say Project Arendelle has officially begun. You see, I recieved a new sewing machine for Christmas. I had been using one from my grandmother. It just didn't work, which was a shame. I couldn't figure half of it out, and the bobbin was a demon. I swear, no matter what I did it would not work.<br />
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With this new sewing machine, I don't even have to worry about the bobbin. You don't realize how amazing that is: the old one literally used to break down every three stitches because of bobbin problems. It's a wonder that I was able to get anything made on that thing. (In case you're wondering, I made a bunch of stuffed animals, the grand master of which was the Kikwi.)<br />
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I tested it out for the first time. It's sitting on my desk where my laptop would usually go. Oh well. So far, it's been working out brilliantly. I can't tell you just how pleased I am about that. There were no bobbin problems, the stitches seem to be working well, and all that jazz. I was trying it out on some tricky fabric too. I believe this is a good sign for the future.<br />
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Well, I have a twenty five dollar gift card to a fabric store. Looks like I'm going to have to use this wisely. I might have enough to buy the fabric for the cape. That's all. But, you know, the cape really does make the outfit.<br />
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Still, I sometimes think that I'm making a horrible mistake by deciding to make Elsa's dress. I mean, I don't even have a dressform. I'm going to have to make one, which is sort of a terrifying prospect. That means I have to measure myself. Ugh.<br />
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And then I still have to think about the Anna costume for my little sister. She's going to be working on her own, mind you-she learned to use a sewing machine at the same as I did, she can do this herself as well. But I do want her to be involved in this.<br />
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Hopefully next time I post something about this I'll have something-the sewing pattern, some fabric, a jar of glitter. Who knows? This is going to be an interesting ride.<br />
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If only I had someone to share a midnight kiss with...<br />
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Wait, what's this? A snow demon coming to make a deal with me? Shall I get the salt?<br />
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<i>No! I'm here to give you a gift for New Year's-no souls needed. You can choose from any of your four favorite guys to share a kiss with. </i><br />
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But who to choose?<br />
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Orlando Bloom, the love of my seventh grade life?<br />
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Or Ramin Karimloo, whose voice I married?<br />
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Maybe Chuggaaconroy, with his sense of humor and genuinity?<br />
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Or maybe Benedict Cumberbatch...why not?<br />
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Oh no! Time is running out!<br />
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Wait, I know! All of them at once!<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">I'm officially insane!</span></div>
(In case you're wondering...Benny on the screen, the Pikmin represents Chuggaa, Link is our Legolas, and I'm listening to Ramin.)<br />
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But regardless, Happy New Year! This is dedicated to my boyfriend, despite him not being involved in this...no, I just snapchatted him pictures of the process. I worked for a long time on this. So enjoy it.<br />
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Well, I have. I'm still not 100% sure of what they are, but I have an idea. It seems like you're supposed to write something in 100 words. As someone who is used to writing lots and lots, I figured this would be an interesting challenge.<br />
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Here are several drabbles I have attempted. Exactly 100 words, each and every one of them (not including the title, of course). There's also a gif to go along with them, so...enjoy!<br />
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<b>A Looming Shadow</b><br />
Brook clung onto her father's leg as if it were the only thing keeping her safe. She kept on repeating about how the darkness was going to get her, how she was afraid. The only logical explanation, in the Doctor's opinion, was that there were Vashta Nerada scattered in the shadows of his daughter's home. But as he began to work on helping her through this, he came to a realization. The girl was afraid of the creatures who would one day end her life. The shadows were coming for her, just not in the way she had been anticipating.<br />
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<i>So the first one I wrote I already had an idea for. This had been floating around in my mind for a while, and I wanted to turn it into a full one-shot...but whatever. I could imagine Brook as a young girl being afraid of the dark. Then I realized that this fear could be from Vashta Nerada. Then I remembered how Brook died. And then it all came together. Beautiful. </i><br />
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<b>The Invisible Man</b><br />
Sherlock flipped the pen around in his hand as the clacking of John's laptop interrupted the perfect silence of 221B. He glanced over to his flatmate, wondering what case he was typing up this time around. But as he stared, he couldn't find the words to speak up and ask. He just continued to stare and stare, wondering what was going on. This was so very unlike him. But John didn't seem to notice him in the slightest. He couldn't blame him. But Sherlock felt as if he were invisible. The one person he wanted to see him most couldn't.<br />
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<i>Oh look, Johnlock. Ish. It's not as Johnlock as most things I've seen, but I do think it has that. It's rather melancholy. I mean, think about it. John's just sitting tip-tapping away at his blog and Sherlock just stares. He doesn't get noticed for once in his life. He's used to being the center of attention as long as he wanted to be. </i><br />
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The Elf girl felt the wind whistle past her ears as she stood in the middle of the forest. Sauron was threatening darkness for the entirety of Middle-earth, even for her beloved Lothlorien. But she knew that the light of her forest could never fully be extinguished. Lady Galadriel would never allow such a thing to happen. She had overheard the conversations of the Ring and its unfathomable power, and she had hope that those carrying it to Mordor could follow through. Nevertheless, there was a sliver of doubt in her heart. Valinor was waiting for her in the west.</div>
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<i>I guess this is inspired by the Elf girl that I have a story planned out for. Alfirineth is her name. It's just a little moment where she tries to think about what might happen in the future for her and her people. It's pretty similar to what most Elves would have been going through during the events of Lord of the Rings, I believe. </i></div>
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Link was sleeping again. He was known for sleeping, and even more for not being able to wake up. But he was no longer in his bed back on Outset Island. No, he was sleeping on a boat. The King of Red Lions had provided him a place to lay his head. The gentle tossing of the waves lulled him to sleep now. At first it had made him feel sick, but now it was extremely comforting. Refreshed, Link was now fully prepared for another day of adventure. The Triforce was out there, and he was going to get it.</div>
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<i>I honestly don't know where this one came from. But it is based off of Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker, in case you're wondering about that. I could just imagine little Link laying down in his boat and closing his eyes just to rest. The ocean would cradle him and rock him along as he slept. Kind of really adorable. </i></div>
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Alone in her palace of ice, Elsa turned to face the wall. She had abandoned Arendelle and her sister along with it. She had never felt more free in her entire life. Yet, at the same time, she felt she might have done wrong by leaving it all behind. She shook her head, allowing her nearly snow white braid fling over her shoulder. She had left it behind for a reason, and she no longer had anything to live up to. No, she was queen of the ice and snow. Nothing else had to matter as long as she stayed. </div>
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<i>Frozen is amazing. So I wrote about it. I think that I can pull this off. Like she pulls off her glove. Sorry. I'm just all for puns lately. I blame Chuggaaconroy. Check out the pun involved in the title as well. But in all seriousness, I think Elsa is just amazing. I can really relate to her on a personal level in so many ways. I decided to portray some of that.</i></div>
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Rainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11454167614908665080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638454932870818047.post-27360345982561611622013-12-21T19:21:00.003-08:002013-12-21T19:21:52.115-08:00Broadway Baby: My Top Ten Favorite MusicalsAnyone who knows me on Wattpad knows that I'm obsessed with musicals.<br />
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Anyone who knows me in real life knows that I'm obsessed with musicals.<br />
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But now I'm going to go a bit more in depth with this idea. Here is my top ten favorite musicals and the "awards" I would give to them if I had the chance.<br />
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<i>(Oh, and the sarcastic remarks written in italics like this are my inner thoughts in response to what I've just written. Yep.)</i><br />
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Oh, who hasn't heard of Wicked? I'd compare it to a gateway drug, except for instead of a crippling addiction to a harmful substance you find yourself hooked on this little thing called musical theatre. This musical came around to me just as I was getting interested in musicals. </div>
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Let's just say that I fell head over heels in love with it. But as I matured I found that there were musicals that I simply like more. I still hold a deep love for Wicked, it's true. Just because everyone's seen it and a lot of non-musical theatre people still enjoy it doesn't make it a bad thing. In fact, I think it proves just how much of a gem this show is.</div>
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Almost without a doubt, I'd have to say that this is the musical I know of with the best message. It may have come from a rather adult book, but now it is something that is shown to people of all ages. It works because the message works for everyone young and old. This entire show is about learning to be yourself and friendship being one of the most powerful forces out there. </div>
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Compared to some of the other blockbuster musicals like Grease, that's definitely something that you would want to listen to. Everyone will find a way to relate to either Elphaba or Galinda...or maybe even both! I think that's why it's got such appeal to everyone.</div>
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<b>9. Sound of Music </b></div>
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The hills are alive, it is true! Again, this is one of those musicals that everyone's seen. Of course, there's also the matter of everyone having seen it in their childhood. I associate this musical more with being the first one I performed in. I was a nun. But then I was hit by the performing bug. I owe that to this musical and its uncanny ability to draw all sorts of people in.</div>
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There's a real magic when it comes around to it, I swear. I can't listen to anything from this without feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. It's the Christmas of musicals. That makes no sense, but you know what I mean...right? Yeah.</div>
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If I were to explain my feelings for Sound of Music in a single word, it would be nostalgic. Everyone's seen it as a child. It was my first musical. It is just filled with memories and a magic for me that no other musical will ever be able to match simply because they will never be able to take that spot in my heart.<br />
I haven't watched the actual musical for a very long time, but I was just listening to Climb Every Mountain and starting to get misty eyes. The song is moving enough on its own, so when you add in that nostalgia, it's just a mess of tears for me.</div>
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<b>8. Guys and Dolls </b><br />
Crap shooters. I had no clue what that was until I stepped into the auditorium at a local school to watch a performance of this musical. And then I fell in love with these gamblers and their accents. Who decided that a musical about gamblers and missionaries was a good idea? I dunno, but it was a book of sorts first, so yeah. <i>You'll notice that's a real trend. Yep. Lots of books. </i><br />
But seriously, this musical is just a big old bundle of fun. It's got several love stories all weaved together with comedy and of course, music. It's got that old-fashioned charm to it, making it the perfect thing to listen to on a weekend and just dance along. Then put on an accent and sing about mink and pearls and guys and dolls. And dice. Gambling. It's a whole 'nother world that I love.</div>
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<i>Best Characters</i><br />
This entire show is very larger than life, and it makes it oh-so-charming. Each individual character (at least in my opinion) has their own special quirks that make them really stick out. You learn to love Nathan Detriot and his bride-to-be (for fourteen years) Adelaide. You start to ship Sky Masterson and Sarah Brown. And then of course, there's my personal favorite-Nicely Nicely Johnson. Oh my goodness, I would totally be him in a genderbend cast.<br />
I've always wanted to be in a production of this just so I could see how these characters are interpreted by others, but since my school already did it a few years ago that doesn't look likely. Oh well. Still love it so much.</div>
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<b>7. Les Miserables</b><br />
This was one of the blockbuster winter movies of 2012. If I didn't include it in this list, people would probably think I was some sort of prententious theatre goer/hipster. The thing is, this show is damn popular and for good reason. The music is absolutely stunning, and when performed well will end up giving me goosebumps every time.<br />
I still prefer stage performers rather than the movie version with their exaggerated emotion being carried out through the songs rather than extreme close ups, but many of the singers in the movie did rather well. <i>Also Hadley Fraser. He was the best in the movie and you probably don't know who he is. </i>The original musical was completely sung through-not a moment of spoken word. And I freaking love that.<br />
But without a stunning story this could have never been. I've read Victor Hugo's book, and that just added another layer onto everything. </div>
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<b></b><i>Most Moving</i><br />
Well, yeah. <i>Maybe the musical titled "The Miserable" would be moving. Who would have thought? </i>You can't watch this musical without getting at least a little teary eyed. Face it, there's got to be some part of at least some character that you connect to. When they suffer, it makes your heart pang. For me, Fantine and I Dreamed A Dream just really speaks to me.<br />
But there's just so many tear-worthy moments in this musical. No spoilers, but the ending always makes me spin around in circles of feels. <i>Because that's a thing that happens to people like me when I watch musicals. </i>There never really feels to be a break in the pain and suffering...in a way. That's a good thing.</div>
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<b>6. Spring Awakening</b><br />
For a musical with a plot I don't really care for, this is very high on my list. Well, the plot has grown on me. I've gotten to see the emotional part of it moreso than the sexual part...even though the sexual part is still a big part of it.<br />
Well, in case it wasn't obvious by that introduction, this is probably the most innappropriate musical on this list. It's all about teenagers in Germany and a lot of it has to do with finding sexuality and getting used to it. There's all sorts of stuff with puberty and coming of age, and a lot of it is very gruff. (Or should I say Groff...like Jonathan Groff? He was in the original cast.) <i>Okay, I'm sorry for my horrible puns.</i><br />
But because of the subject matter, this can be a very thoughtprovoking show for young people. I mean, a nearby theatre group did it and of course used teenagers. Apparently they would sit down and talk about the subject matter of the show, about what it all meant. All in all, it does have a fairly good message...in a way.</div>
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With how iffy I am on the plot, it wouldn't have made sense for this musical to make it so far on the list without having such fantastic music. Seriously, this is the kind of stuff I listen to when I'm not listening to musicals. It's my kind of music. It is my kind of music, through and through. One of my new most favorite songs has come from this musical. It's hauntingly beautiful, giving me chills every time I listen to it.<br />
Don't just take my word for it, though. Go ahead and listen to the song I posted above.<br />
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<b>5. Bonnie and Clyde</b><br />
This was only on Broadway for four weeks. And it deserved so much more. The critics just weren't kind to this show. But the fans? The fans loved it. One of the people I know and trust on Broadway terms most <i>(because that's a thing that I do) </i>names this as her favorite musical. Honestly, I can see why. There's just so much atmosphere in this musical and it draws you in.<br />
You start out with Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow from the very beginning and follow them to the very end. You'll laugh and cry, and all of it is linked together by awesome music. It's become a bit of a cult musical-there's a bootleg on YouTube and the Internet has fallen for Laura Osnes and Jeremy Jordan's interpretations of the crime committing couple. </div>
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<i>Catchiest Songs</i><br />
Musicals get songs stuck in my head for a little while. It sticks there and then falls away. Unless, of course, the songs are from Bonnie and Clyde. I swear, there are some songs from this that play out in my head for days on end. Days! They're all amazing and when they hijack my mind I don't really mind. Made in America just makes me stomp around like an idiot because it's always playing out in my mind. And then This World Will Remember Us? I may or may not have a parody version that I made that's related to my high school musical. </div>
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<b>4. The Light in the Piazza<i> </i></b><br />
This is what I like to call the cutest musical I know. It's also got a whole lot of heart. In essence, this is a story about growing up and learning to accept this maturing. A girl named Clara and her mother go to Italy on vacation. Clara has the mind of a twelve year old, despite being in her twenties. But soon she finds herself falling in love with an Italian boy...and this does not end up going very smoothly.<br />
But then you get a breathtaking musical with beauty lying wherever you might glance. Oh my goodness, I fell in love with this very quickly. I had watched an old movie version of it before I realized that the musical didn't come out until the 2000's. I bought the music already knowing the plot and just fell head over heels for it. Oh my goodness. Just listen to it. </div>
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<i>Most Atmospheric</i><br />
This is a collection of music that always makes me feel like I'm somewhere else, living out a fantasy in some other part of the world. I found it was extremely fitting to listen to as I traveled on a train from London to Paris. I listened to one song pretty much the whole time and learned the lyrics to it from there...no regrets.<br />
But with musical interludes that make my breath catch in my throat and vocal performances that make me want to sob while listening to its beauty, I can't help but be consumed so fully and utterly every time I listen to The Light in the Piazza. I can close my eyes and imagine that I'm standing in the middle of a square with a soft sun shining down on me...or perhaps that I'm standing in the middle of a stage with a harsh light glaring down on me. I'd gladly do both, you know.</div>
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<b>3. Phantom of the Opera </b><br />
You're not surprised this is on here. If anything, you're surprised that it isn't higher on the list. I'm making an entire novel based off of it, for crying out loud. I like to call this Beauty and the Beast but a bit more grown up and with more murder. And more opera. And more Victorian Era. They are both France, though. I think so many already know the plot of this that I'll just leave it up in the air and not really explain it.<br />
Instead I'll just say that it's my dream to play Christine Daae. Heck, I dressed up as her for Halloween. I spent hours working on how to do her curls in my thin hair. I very nearly succeeded, too. Shame no one really got to see it. But I was still very proud of myself. Now I'm just wroking on getting that singing voice up to par. <i>I say that as I'm known as the opera singer in my chorus class. Of eighty. </i></div>
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<i>Most Absorbing</i><br />
There is not a musical out there which has managed to ensnare my mind the way Phantom of the Opera has. It's like the Phantom himself has invaded my thoughts to make me obsessed. Not only is it aesthetically beautiful-I mean, just look at the set and costumes-but the music and story is just so pleasing and amazing to me. It's not just the ALW version, either, although it's my favorite. I've seen (and heard) many different versions of Phantom, including the original book. I just can't get enough of it, and neither can many others. It's not surprising this is so very popular.</div>
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<b>2. Sweeney Todd</b><br />
Seriously. When I first heard of this, all I could think was "It's a musical about Mrs. Pott making pies out of people!" Which is true, by the way. Angela Lansbury portrayed Mrs. Lovett, who makes the worst pies in London...until she starts using human meat. But of course, the real story is about Sweeney Todd, a barber who kills his customers. The story goes much deeper than that...but that's not the point.<br />
The music of this is nearly operatic, so a good performance of it will just send me flying. I love it so much, it's strange. I'll go around singing about my friends (silver blades, of course) and of green finches and linnet birds just because I feel like it. It's all very dark and rather Halloween-like, like a cross between Phantom of the Opera and...something Tim Burton. I suppose. <i>Maybe even the Tim Burton movie of this very musical. Wow.</i></div>
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But Rain, you say, Sweeney Todd was a story that existed far before this musical ever came out! The Demon Barber of Fleet Street, of course! Well, yes. That is true. But it wasn't the same exact story that was put in this musical. Hugh Wheeler wrote the book for the musical and did a stunning job.<br />
Of course, the music used to tell this story just wraps it all up and puts a big shiny bow on top. I mean, much of this story is told in song. <i>Wow, imagine that. A musical with a story told through song. </i>The plot went from a fairly macabre but single layered story about a killing barber to a deep story with an antihero. He had a motivation, so you found yourself halfway rooting for the murderer and his piemaker. And then sobbing madly at the end. </div>
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<b>1. Next to Normal</b><br />
If anyone who knows me is surprised that this is number one...well, you shouldn't be. <i>No, really, if you're surprised, you probably don't know me. What are you doing on my blog again? </i>This musical speaks to me on a deep level. It's my spirit...musical. I already have a spirit animal. But the thing is, this is a musical I've claimed for myself. I discovered it on my own. I listened to it and watched it on my own. I fell for it all on my own. Many of these musicals were handed to me by others, but this was all my own.<br />
It all began when "So Anyway" appeared on Pandora and I thought it sounded beautiful. I wondered if there were more songs from the musical that sounded like that. I looked up information on it to find out it was about bipolar disorder and became more interested. But then I listened to the music...and it was not the string quartet magic that I had heard before.<br />
Yes, that's right. I nearly gave up on this musical. But let me continue. I later decided to watch a bootleg of it. Then I downloaded all the music. Now understanding everything fully, I began to develop a taste for it. And then suddenly it was my everything.<br />
You see, the plot is extremely heartwrenching...and also very, very human. You'll find a way to relate to a character (or all of them-there's only like seven characters) and it will burn. It will burn deeply. It's an entire musical based around a woman with a severe mental disorder. She's going mad, and there's nothing she can do about it.<br />
I can't do the plot of this musical justice. Maybe the music will just have to speak for itself. <i>Or sing. It is a musical. It can sing for itself. </i></div>
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I know what you're thinking. Really? The number one musical gets best lyrics, Rain? Not something like best music, or best story, or best performance, or most moving, or anything like that? Best lyrics? Well, yes. Best lyrics. Because oh my goodness-these are some of the best written lyrics I have ever heard. I swear, just read some of these.<br />
<i>Or the feeling that you're falling, but you never hit the ground.</i><br />
<i>It just keeps on rushing at you day by day by day by day.</i><br />
<i>You don't know, you don't know what it's like to live that way.</i><br />
<i>Like a refugee, a fugitive, forever on the run.</i><br />
<i>If it gets me it will kill me, but I don't know what I've done.</i><br />
Or maybe this will float your boat.<br />
<i>When you walk into the room and they just stop the conversation,</i><br />
<i>When there's no room for your Clearasil with all the medication.</i><br />
<i>When your house has much more nudity, profanity, and crudity,</i><br />
<i>Then any crap you'd ever seen on cable</i><br />
<i>You're growing up unstable.</i><br />
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<i>Admit what you've lost </i><br />
<i>And live with the cost... </i><br />
<i>At times it does hurt t</i><i>o be healed. </i><br />
I mean, if I posted all of the lyrics that I loved then you'd end up getting the entire musical. It's just that amazing. Oh, let me add in one more: <i>You wonder which is worse, the symptom or the cure. </i>I mean, really. </div>
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Don't forget there are plenty, and I mean plenty, of musicals that I love dearly that aren't even mentioned here. With how many musicals I've seen, it's hard not to hold at least some type of reverence for each and every one.<br />
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And now there's a new musical which has consumed me. But it's not on this list yet because I haven't watched it. Don't mind me.<br />
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I'm supposed to be sobbing right now. I can feel it. I know that I'm meant to be going mad and flipping chairs and writing soliloquys in my own point of view. But instead, I don't. I smile, and I let out a laugh. I'm not trying to cover anything up at this point.</div>
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I've shed far too many tears already. All that I've found is that it rips everything from my heart and leaves me empty and puking tears. It makes it impossible to sleep and focus. I let it out in bouts of fury and then sobs. I'd press a pillow to my face as I attempted to scream it all out. But not any more.</div>
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You'd think I would have learned from writing characters who suppress their emotions to avoid pain. I've written thousands of words on how this is a terrible idea. Over and over again, I stressed that this lack of emotion was a major flaw and did more harm than help.</div>
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Well, yes. But I'm not holding back the pain. There is nothing more to be felt. I am spent on this madness. Perhaps I have finally just cracked. There's nowhere left for me to turn, so I cracked myself and put on a smile. </div>
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Don't feel. I kept on thinking that when I gave myself a new theme song that a certain bit of lyrics wouldn't apply to me. But now it is me. Perhaps I have become the song. Perhaps the song has become me. I've let it go and for goodness sake, I'm not going back. I am free. Free from all of these restraints that were keeping me down.</div>
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I'm being the good girl that I always have to be. There is only way I can manage being sane any more.</div>
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Rainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11454167614908665080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638454932870818047.post-3638013903303261532013-12-19T18:45:00.001-08:002013-12-19T18:47:17.582-08:00Concerning Susan Foreman, Criticism, and the Events of December 19thI feel like this is my only way to reach out to society. If society was my Internet friends. Which it's not. But regardless...it's how I'm going to speak for today. I'm getting my thoughts and ideas out here simply because I can.<br />
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Like my mind, expect this to be a complete mishmash of whatever comes into my head that I find important enough to share. I do this all the time...it's just that no one ever seems to notice. Because apparently I am insane. I must say, I agree.<br />
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Perhaps the wonders of Grease rehearsals will amaze you. No? Well, let me just say, the guy who's playing Danny also played Melchior in Spring Awakening nearby. I realize there's only one person I know who will get that and appreciate it...but I try. I do. His voice is beautiful, really beautiful. Kind of like the gif below this.<br />
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Which reminds me. If you haven't seen Desolation of Smaug, you're wrong. Go. Go now. I don't care. It's freaking amazing. Smaug is absolutely fabulous, and it isn't just because Benedict Cumberbatch is playing him (motion capture, don't forget!). In fact, one of the most stunning things about the great dragon was despite me knowing exactly who was bringing him to life, I didn't think of Benny slithering around on the ground or speaking in a mic. I only saw a terrifying dragon that made my eyes pop out. </div>
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Yes, I saw this movie Sunday and am only now saying anything. I've just been a little...preoccupied.</div>
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As for my emotions, they've been all over the place. Luckily I'm getting to find myself a new anthem and move along with it. Let's just say that it features a certain character who I want to cosplay. And is performed by a major musical theatre actress. </div>
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Ah, what the Hell? Why don't I just go ahead and post some of the loveliness that I'm talking about right here? This is going to be my new theme song, because it's just how I'm going to go. I like other songs in the movie better, but whatever. This is great.</div>
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<span style="color: #a8bbbd;">There are two pieces of very special technology we always associate with the Doctor. One's already gotten to be in a humanoid form, and the other hasn't...yet.</span></div>
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Like the aforementioned The Hobbit: Desolation of Smaug, Frozen is a glorious movie that everyone must see. You'll really be missing out on something fantastic if you don't go ahead and see it. I mean, I connect to Elsa on so many levels that it's not even funny. Being an older sister is just one of them, and now that I have taken her anthem as my own...well, you know. </div>
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But this morning was all about me trying to learn more about myself and all the emotional crap that's been plaguing me recently. I know for a fact that my reaction to everything was blown way out of proportion, but this sort of thing has been happening to me for years now. I really do doubt my sanity sometimes. </div>
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If there's one good thing that comes out of me having all these massive emotions piled on top of me, it's the epiphanies that come out of it. I feel like a freaking philosopher half the time when I get into these states. I've been having all of these realizations about life that haven't really been positive, but are still enlightening. There's also some frightening things that have come out of this...but for sanity's sake, I'm going to keep those to myself.<br />
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Luckily I have friends at school who are more than willing to help me through this time. I've been showing aspects of my online conflicts to them, and I've got to say...it's been really eye opening to see this through other people's eyes. However, there are also a lot of things that I disagree with. But when you're not too busy being furious at yourself for being an idiot, you start to realize things...and these people who don't know any of the backstory seem to share my thoughts. </div>
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I'm trying to keep my opinion to myself, but I'm not sure that's such a good idea. Keeping emotions back always backfires...I wrote a story that had a large focus on this. So why am I relying on this? Who knows? I think we all have things to learn. Excuses aren't really what we need. We need to learn how to apologize sincerely and fully, all of us. </div>
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For one of those personal realizations that I stumbled across...well, it's simple. And it's all to do with critcism. There's lots of instances where I can very easily take criticism and benefit from it like any normal person would. I know it doesn't seem that way to you Internet peeps, but hear me out.</div>
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I can take suggestions on how to improve in subjects like math and science. I've thrived off of criticism from singing in recent days.</div>
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But when it comes to other things, I completely break down and end up going kind of ballistic. Of course, I would think the number one example of this is my writing. I just can't seem to take anything, no matter how constructive it is.</div>
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Well, my hopefully-still-pluviophiles, I think I know what's going on. I can take criticism on things where I already feel secure and good at. I know my ability. I don't need reassurance that I'm doing anything right. I mean, let's think about this. I currently have a 100.44 in math (indeed, that is my grade) and a 99 in biology. I've been asked to go to a special chorus clinic for some of the best in the class only. I got into the musical and have gotten solos and other things. </div>
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In other words, I am very sure of my abilities in these subjects. Criticism rolls in and I can just pick it up and make myself better. There's absolutely no fuss about it anymore.</div>
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So, what does this have to with writing? Well, in case you haven't figured it out, I don't feel confident in my writing. I never do. I always question if this plot point is smart, if that character trait is overused and Mary Sue-ish, if I'm writing complete crap or if it's actually any good. The fact of the matter is, I can't tell. Until I've convinced myself that I'm a good writer, I won't be able to take criticism very well on it. That's just how it's going to be.</div>
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It's possible I can grow past this. I've done it before. There was one point where I was just beginning to bud out as more of a solo singer and improve myself individually rather than just being part of a chorus. I had been doing a master class. On the way home, my mother noted that I hadn't been making the right facial expressions.</div>
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No, seriously. The little singing girl that you knew now just lost it. I started sobbing, I was so upset. I was still building myself up at that point in time. My mom insisted that it was constructive criticism, but I felt like someone had just stabbed me in the gut. I was furious about everything, and mostly furious about myself. In order to get my tension out, I bit my Nintendo DSi. Yes. And there's still a dark mark on the screen where I did it.</div>
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Afterwards I forced myself to do better facial expressions when I was singing. In the end, the constructive criticism had ended up improving me. But the path getting there was the opposite of ideal. Now I can't help but feel like if anyone ever points this out again, I will just implode.</div>
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There's also the point of driving-my driving instructor made me feel like an idiot the entire time. Honestly, I got teary eyed at every bit of criticism thrown towards me for a week after I was done with driver's ed. I hate the car now. I don't want to get involved with it.</div>
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This is why criticism is dangerous for me. I don't want to do things if I feel like I'm going to get criticised and then end up having a fit over it. I clam up and turn away from things. I haven't rage quit from many things at this point in my life, but I've considered it time and time again for many things. I'm just so frustrated over these things.</div>
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And let me tell you, I never forget. If I feel stupid or wrong or guilty, it will stick in my mind for the rest of my life. The emotions stick too. I just want to make that clear.</div>
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Now, on a far happier note. Or many notes. A far happier melody.</div>
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I've been watching Classic Doctor Who. I haven't gotten very far (I mean, seriously, just got to the very very very first appearance of the Daleks) but I'm so very in love with it. Despite me not watching most of it to begin with, it's very nostalgic. In a single word, I'd have to describe it as charming. It's a very different show from what we know from RTD and Moffat, but it's still absolutely lovely. Also, the girls scream. A lot. It's realistic in that way.</div>
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Of course, this early era of Doctor Who features one of my favorite companions-Susan Foreman. I know some of you are going to think I'm crazy for naming her one of my favorite companions before seeing more than An Unearthly Child and a clip of her leaving. That was all I had seen of her, yes. But due to a certain plot device I used in a fanfiction, I made sure to do lots and lots of research on her. Now I just get to love her even more.</div>
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My writing has been kind of lacking lately, but my ideas are not. I've got almost all of my story The Intel Revival cast. I've got some interesting ideas for it. For instance, biology has inspired me to put in something related to circadian rhythm. Sounds a bit boring, I know, but I think it's pretty darn cool. Also, I have got some fanfiction ideas. Like those below.</div>
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Writing contests are hard, and planning for them is often an issue for me. Luckily, however, I have an idea for a oneshot. I'm just not sure it'll end up being Christmas-y enough, which is the main challenge. I think it's going to be a matter of me sticking mistletoe in any crack in the wall and pushing the whole idea towards Christmas.</div>
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What's my idea, you may or may not ask? Well, I'm not telling you. Spoilers, sweetie. But I can tell you this much: it's Doctor Who, features my OTP, and this lovely lady below will be featured as well. </div>
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Yes, I am fully aware that she has been on Doctor Who before. She was Cheen in Gridlock, I know. She won't be that same character here. But if any show is good at taking actors from the past and placing them in new roles in the present it's Doctor Who.</div>
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I've hidden a clue to who this lady is going to be in this post. If you find it, send me a PM on Wattpad on Polyvore. I assume that's where you've come from, anyways. Just remember to let it go, everyone.</div>
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Rainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11454167614908665080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638454932870818047.post-51281775985858956522013-12-18T14:11:00.000-08:002013-12-18T14:11:45.359-08:00An Incomplete But Honest Truth<b>To my friends on Wattpad who are reading this: I am taking a break from Wattpad just to attempt to piece at least the edges of my life back together. I'll be gone until either Friday night or Saturday morning. There won't be any posting of new stories until then, because I know I'll get distracted. I'm sorry this is how this all had to turn out, but oh well. I'm trying to do what's best for me and not for anyone else, because right now I just have to be selfish. Sorry.</b><br />
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Carry on with this if you so choose. It's all honest. It's all true. It's just not everything.<br />
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I haven't hated myself and my life in general this much in what feels like forever. It's all me, I realize that much. But oh my goodness gracious, I think I'm going mad. Half the day I spend with my back up straight, all perfect posture and poise. I look confident...and happy. Then the other half of the day I spend weeping like a child.<br />
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Yesterday my little sister became a teenager. She's now thirteen years old, and it was supposed to be her special day. Thank goodness a series of events caused us to be apart for most of the day, otherwise I would have almost definitely ruined it for her. There was one point where I brought her in to talk for a moment. I tried to explain my side of the situation to her, and she agreed. It was all going well until my anger all crumbled into tears.<br />
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I broke down into tears in front of my sister. It was practically an instantaneous change. She did nothing for a moment, and then walked away to let me be alone. <i>All of this is on her birthday, her bloody thirteenth birthday.</i> Sometimes I think she's honestly the only one in the world who actually knows what to do in that situation. Don't stand there and try to ask me what's wrong. If I'm sobbing like an idiot, I probably want to be left alone.<br />
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The thing is, I always read things incorrectly. I always see things incorrectly. When I misinterpret things, I get upset. I guess I don't do a very good job of displaying this, but still. I feel like a smart person. I have been told ever since just about taught myself to read before kindergarten that I was very smart. That's why whenever I feel stupid or like I'm being treated as if I was, it sticks out to me.<br />
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There are some words that will just trigger my reaction to thinking I'm being called out as an imbecile: ignorant, silly (yes, silly), stupid, dumb, get over it, wrong, young, child, learn, teen, easy, grow up.<br />
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"Stop being so<b> silly </b>and<b> ignorant.</b> It's kind of <b>childlike</b> to think that you're still acting like this. You're a <b>young teen</b>, and you need to <b>grow up</b>. You have life <b>easy</b> right now, and it's<b> dumb </b>to think that this is the worst part of your life. I'm just saying that you need to<b> get over it </b>and stop any <b>stupidity</b> that you have right now."<br />
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I'm not saying this has been said to me, but this sort of thing seems like it's being thrown at me all the time. Perhaps I'm just completely delusional. With some of the thoughts that have been going on through my head lately, maybe I am. I swear, you'd probably send me off to the psych ward if you knew what I was thinking about last night.<br />
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I'm a very sensitive girl and I always have been. I've tried to work on my emotions and for a while it was going well. But the thing is, there's just some things I can't take. It's become completely obvious to me that many things that I believed are not what others believe, and when misconceptions creep around the corner it just ends up as a mess.<br />
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I understand that life is only going to get harder from here on out. I just had an epiphany the other day about life and it's left me feeling out of breath ever since. I am never going to get a break, I get that. But the thing is, I feel like I'm getting whipped right now for something that won't fully affect me until the future.<br />
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Everyone keeps telling me that things are only going downhill in terms of stress and socializing and everything....so what am I supposed to do? I'm already in a Hellish state, so where else can I possibly fall? It's all emotions, and very little of what I can do to fix this is in my control. I finish my work as well and as quickly as possibly. I try to get sleep. You know what?<br /><br />
<i>It doesn't work. It does not work for me.</i><br />
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You know, it's kind of funny. I have some people at my school who call me perfect-it's a sort of joke that I have with them. It's all jest, but the thing is that they actually see me as this great figure. But how does any perfect girl go home just to cry into a pillow and write blog posts like this?<br />
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And this is actually me now. I'm ready for this pain to be over. I just don't think it will ever leave.</div>
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<br />Rainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11454167614908665080noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638454932870818047.post-74650693100192999542013-12-15T19:41:00.001-08:002013-12-15T19:41:05.166-08:00Let's Get Creative!<br />
So recently I haven't posted much of anything on this blog. Apologize about that. I have a really big and complicated post coming up that just hasn't been finished yet. That, and every time I go online I always seem to have ideas for random photo edits. Creativity is a strange friend. So here's what I've made recently...<br />
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I made this for a Supernatural oneshot I was writing. Since the angel girl was going to have clipped wings, I was considering making that the theme and title-Clipped Wings. The artwork for her wings is an illustration of a bird's clipped wings. Eventually I scrapped this overall idea but the picture remains...not too bad. My clipping skills of her were pretty good.</div>
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And thus the fun with layer masks begins. I found this screencap and just started fiddling around. I made it so that while the rest of the world faded away into blurriness, my OTP was crystal clear. The picture was already so pretty that it wasn't that much of a deal to make it look good. Then I added in some lyrics-"I would sail across the world for just the color of your eyes." From the Light in the Piazza. Yep.</div>
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As the fun with layer masks continued, I taught myself how to make text out of photos. No tutorials or help, I figured out this technique all by myself. Golly gee, it is actually extremely easy. I'm surprised I didn't figure it out sooner. And yes, that is River underwater. And yes, I know she didn't say those lines there. And yes, that is a PNG. Any more questions?</div>
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Here's the most recent one...and it looks like a book cover. And it is kind of book cover. No reason for that. Ahem. But this one features layer masks as well. The hat tilt shift effect? Layer masks. That was so simple to do and yet so effective. A nice yellowish layer over everything. And then the name "I.M. Foreman" is made out of regenerative energy. Not ltierally, of course. But I did layer mask the Eccelston-Tennant regeneration to create that.</div>
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So, erm...I have so many ideas for a certain character and his wife. And I don't know what to do with them. This is why we should all agree to never be creative again.</div>
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-Rain/Pluvio/Broadway/Boardway/Perfect/Imperfect/Predictable/Author/I'm making half of these up myself</div>
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Rainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11454167614908665080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638454932870818047.post-52421766591934903892013-11-29T13:50:00.000-08:002013-11-29T13:50:01.991-08:00Confessions of a PluviophileAs many of my Internet friends know, I have a word that I really like now. I would say it's my favorite word, but it's not. It's too hipster for me. Yes, that is a thing in my mind.<br />
<br />But that word is pluviophile. It means, in essence, someone who loves the rain.<br />
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I would think that someone who calls themselves Rain on the Internet would fall under this. *ahem*<br />
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I've been thinking a lot about pluviophilia lately, and I had this idea. I've always wanted to a rant book on Wattpad, so I made a cover for it.<br />
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Yes indeed, Confessions of a Pluviophile.</div>
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But then I realized that I didn't need a rant book. I have a blog, for crying out loud!</div>
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<br />From now on, you will be seeing any rants that would have been going in the Confessions of a Pluviophile book coming on here. I hope you don't mind!</div>
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<br />Rainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11454167614908665080noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638454932870818047.post-91136498965799691812013-11-24T11:15:00.001-08:002013-11-24T11:15:40.511-08:00The NaNo Diaries: Finished...?<b>November 24, 2013</b><br />
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Last night, I hit the goal. 50,000 words are now completed for my story Raven Song.<br />
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50,000 words.<br />
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Done a week before it was due. Now that shows me that I've progressed from previous years, where I was working up to the last few hours. I've always made it, however. It's just that this time November will be a little bit more relaxing in the end.<br />
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It was so nice seeing me pass the finish line. It felt like it was impossible that I had managed to do it. It was like my mind simply could not believe that I had done such a thing. The story feels nowhere near finished, that much is for sure. But it's got so much already written that I suppose I should be counting my blessings.<br />
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The problem with this is that now I have to go through the process of editing and such. I've been splitting up my chunks of writing into individual snippets. Let's just say that I'm only about halfway through and I have approximately 80 snippets of writing at the moment. I have to finish making all of those snippets.<br />
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Then once I have my 200 different snippets (that might not be an exaggeration, we'll see) I'll have to put them in order and group them together. I need to form a cohesive story out of a bunch of loosely linked moments. But I've done this sort of thing before...just not with 50,000 words/<br />
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I think the first order of business is to make a plan of what I want to happen in this story. Without a base, everything will just crumble, yeah?<br />
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Okay, perhaps the title is a little bit ahead of where I am. But I have less than 5K words left to write. Less than a tenth of my novel. If I push myself, I will be finished soon. Very soon. I have my plans and all, but actually writing all those words is so different than talking about writing them. It seems like so little and so much at the same time.<br />
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But the thing is, I've never written a novel like this. And by "this," I mean...<br />
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25% of my novel was initially handwritten. Pieces of notebook paper were used time and time again in order to create a fair portion of my story. That would be about 12.5K words once it was all done. It still can't compare to how many notes I have for World History, though.<br />
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25% of my novel came from 750 Words. For those of you don't know, I use a writing program which has you write 750 words each and every day. I've been using that in order to create even more of my story. By pushing myself to write it all within 15 minutes, I find myself creating new plotlines and lots of words in short amounts of time.<br />
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The last 50% chunk of my novel comes from me sitting down like a proper author and typing away. This is what I have been doing for so long, and it's starting to come naturally. I try to take it 50, 100, or 250 words at a time. And by golly, it works.<br />
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We'll see how tomorrow fares.<br />
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-RainRainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11454167614908665080noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3638454932870818047.post-51252739268025799292013-11-18T12:58:00.002-08:002013-11-18T12:58:47.181-08:00The NaNo Diaries: The Madness Sets In<b>November 18, 2013</b><br />
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I should be finishing in a few days.<br />
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It's really weird to think that.<br />
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<i>I will be finishing in a few days.</i><br />
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Especially if I get my act together and write more than what's necessary. At the current rate I'm going at, I should be done in a little under a week. If I step it up, I could have Raven Song over 50,000 words before the Doctor Who 50th Anniversary Special. I could spend the Day of the Doctor without having to worry about writing my story.<br />
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The thing is, it'll still be National Novel Writing Month. I've already started planning for what I'm going to do next.<br />
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Which is plan.<br />
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When it comes to most of my stories, I make at least a skeleton outline of what I want to happen during the story. Some of them are actually very specific. I had one plan that had more words than each chapter of that particular story did. I typically use them just to keep the plot on track and make sure everything works out in a fairly well paced manner.<br />
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But I don't do that for NaNoWriMo. I don't have to write in order when it comes to this, so I jump all over the place. I haven't finished the second chapter yet, it's strange. The thing is, I know the basic gist of the story. I know there's going to be a few specific events that must go in a certain sequence.<br />
<br />That still leaves me with thousands of words, though. That's why I'm going to plan out the novel once I've gotten over the 50K mark. If I can do that, then I can make sure that it'll be ready to be posted on Wattpad.<br />
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Yeah. That'll be fun.<br />
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