Too awesome for words

Posted by Unrepentant Escapist

July 27, 2oo9 -- 11:47 p.m.

Ex love

Posted by Unrepentant Escapist

July 27, 2009 -- 10:27 p.m.

My ex heard I was sick and brought me flowers.

There was also a note. I haven't read it. I suppose I should burn it for the sake of drama, but I won't.

He's so repentant. I love him. I hate him. I hate myself for loving him still.

Ironically, there's a guy named Freddy in my ward. I'm not his type, I think.

Pioneer Day

Posted by Unrepentant Escapist

July 25, 2009 -- 2:40 a.m.

The 24th of July is big, big, big in Utah...or at least the part of Utah I'm in. I went inner-tubing down the Provo River (ice cold but flowing at a nice clip) and then swimming in my grandparent's pool and then ate dinner and went geocaching with my young cousins (I even got to hold the GPS once). And then we watched fireworks in the driveway and saw fireworks above the Spanish Fork fairgrounds. Ah, bliss...

I'm so blessed to have days like this. I have a wonderful family and a beautiful life. Everything, today, felt perfect.

Advice for writers

Posted by Unrepentant Escapist

July 23, 2009 -- 2:42 a.m.

This is a video about telling news stories, but I think there are a lot of basic rules that apply to all types of writing. It's really well said, too



I'm such an NPR junky. :)

Choppity chop chop!!!

Posted by Unrepentant Escapist

July 22, 2009 -- 3:19 a.m.

Chopped off 3,500 words today off the first third of Godsplay. Yay!

Only comes to 11 pages? Math bad. Grrr. Of course, yesterday I got confused after I realized that pp 23-25, for example, count as three pages (23, 24, 25), so I'm still sorting the system out.

157 pages and counting. Name a synonym for Dragon. Anyone? Anyone? And I'm struggling not to capitalize the words Dragon and Dragonrider, even if it's not proper English.

Hell, who cares, as long as I'm consistent. It's my world, thus I decide when to bend the rules of grammar. MWAHAHAHAHA.

Some beautiful pictures of same-sex couples kissing outside the temple in Salt Lake here. Any expression of love is a thing of beauty, and should be respected. I wish I could better understand my church's view of homosexuality. I think, in this case, I will always be out of step with Mormon culture. I can't say I feel too sorry about that.

Revision

Posted by Unrepentant Escapist

July 21, 2009 -- 3:36 a.m.

Revised almost 70 pages today. Woohoo! I wouldn't have, but my internet connection was down so I didn't have much else to do.

Of course, I didn't cut as much as I should have. I think I'm leaving in a lot of description because I like the long, elegant sentences, even if they are repetitive. Words are teh win!

For Dragonlance fans, the Lost Chronicles are like slipping into a nice, fuzzy bathrobe. It feels wonderful to meet up with old friends and relive the stories and characters of my childhood. Sure, it robs some of the fun out of it because you know Tanis isn't going to die (spoiler alert? Oops). But I still enjoyed it a lot. Nice, light reading, as delicious as your favorite dessert.

Though if you don't have the benefit of Dragonlance-ish nostalgia, they might not be for you. For me, childhood memories are like rosy glasses. They make things look wonderful, even if they really aren't (or are they? With distorted judgment, how can you tell?)

I stumbled across an entry in my livejournal mentioning I'd gotten up to page 77 in my novel. I wonder where those pages went because I started from scratch.

How not to get laid

Posted by Unrepentant Escapist

July 17, 2009 -- 10:53 p.m.

What does a bored single girl do on a Friday night? Browse Craigslist, of course!

Here's one that made me laugh. Joking? Please?

LEVEL 80 DEATH KNIGHT LOOKING FOR LOVE - 26 (Azuremyst)

Hello,

I am a level 80 death knight, level 72 warrior, and 70 hunter looking for someone that understands me. I love RPG'S if you don't know what that is, stop reading.

My marriage did not last because my wife was too needy. She did not understand that I have hobbies and one of them happens to be playing wow! I mean if she was half as satisfying as a 25 man raid where epic gear dropped, I might have put up with her psycho craziness. And by satisfying you know what I mean, who acts like a dead fish in bed..seriously.

I am not the average "computer dork" looking person. I don't wear suspendors and have pocket protectors. I don't weigh either 95 pounds or 350, with pasty white skin that has never seen the light. Email me back if you think we might have something in common. Also, if you have your wow specs on hand that is a plus too, you know.. race, character, dps, or def if your a tank.

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Needless to say, I'm not responding to this b/c my Wow character is obviously not high enough at lvl 55, and a gnome mage/night elf death knight combination? Never.

Or it could be the dead fish remark. When your post begins by badmouthing previous gfs or spouses, it brings up a big, red flag. And the "she doesn't understand I have a hobby" thing.

I've decided the solution to my dating problems is to a) become a best-selling author. b) marry a groupie. Much easier than the normal dating pattern.

So, the Wow guy's out on the market if anybody's interested. Better hurry, because Fred (who runs a lvl 69 shaman) might just take him up on his offer...

Fred Vignette in C Minor

Posted by Unrepentant Escapist

July 16, 2009 -- 11:14 p.m.

Today, Fred, my boyfriend, who is invisible to everyone else but me, brought me a single butter-gold daffodil and laid it across my keyboard.

"Go away, Fred, I'm writing," I told him.

He smiled and shrugged. "Not really. You're just fantasizing."

"No I'm not!" I ran my eyes down his hard, long body. Ruffled brown hair fell just short of eyes the electric blue of a nightclub sign. His thin fingers drummed on my desk, ready to dig into the vitals of a well-oiled motorcycle or fix my broken laptop. "Fantasizing? Well, maybe just a little."

"More than just a little. Did you know that 84% of writers have conversations with their characters? Fiction writers have major mental defects."

"If you're my perfect boyfriend, why are you arguing with me?"

"I don't know. You're the one with the psychosis."

"Shut up, Fred."

C'est La Vie

Posted by Unrepentant Escapist

July 16, 2009 -- 3:53 a.m.

Met a boy. Loved a boy. Dumped a boy after he told me he got arrested for propositioning a 13-year-old over the internet (actually, an undercover officer).

Sigh. Needless to say, revision has crawled to a scathing halt. I'm in the "wow, does my book suck" phase.

Going back to Fred, my imaginary boyfriend.