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Welcome, new followers. I'm in the process of figuring out if Feedspot is a legit site, as it says there's 53 of you! That's crazy wonderful, and I'd like to hear from you. Right now, don't finish reading this, comment something about yourself, or simply say HI. And then realize you have to do NaNoWriMo with me, because you're all awesome and we are going to stick together.
My boyfriend Sterling's birthday is tomorrow, as is my mother's. I have some presents I think he'll love, and I'm going shopping for my mom today. I took him out for frozen yogurt and a movie; it was wonderful. She'd rather spend her time smashing pecans with a hammer. Am I the only one in love with Jack Sparrow running around with paint on his face for two hours?
In preparation for NaNo I am taking my characters out for test drives. What this means is that I've fully developed who they are, and now I am placing them in situations that will not be included in my novel during November, and basically breaking into their minds, attempting to know all their inner workings. It's an interestingly fun exercise. You can see my first try here.
Get started on your own, and let me know about it. My username on the NaNoWriMo site is oceanicmelody73, add me as your writing buddy and I'll help and encourage you all throughout November and aide with editing in December. I love editing, you can have me proofread your work.
And always, always, DFTBA.

Elite of the Insane

October. Do you know what this means? It's almost November, a.k.a. National Novel Writing Month. A time for only the elite of the insane to join together metaphorically and bring out their intellectual toolboxes. It honestly reminds me of this video for the Insanity workout program. And yes, I will be joining them this year.
I think all writers should give writing 50,000 words in 30 days a shot. The idea is that first drafts are always crap, so why not push yourself to get them out quicker? It's Sturgeon's Law in challenge form, and I think that's great. Write now, edit later, and probably annoy your friends and family. Are you thinking of participating this year?
The pros are that you will have 1. a halo around your profile picture 2. bragging rights and 3. finally accomplished something. Go you! Cons? It's stressful. Go to nanowrimo.org and browse the forums, tuck away your inner editor, and get ready to write! You'll do awesome. When you hit your daily word count (1,667) do something you enjoy.
Basically, I don't want to do this alone. Tell me how you guys are doing. I've got my plot nearly figured out. I have a main character who meditates in a canoe and reaches a level of openness it's as if nature is speaking to her. Eventually her and  a water nymph begin to communicate. Would you read a book like this? Tell me what you guys think, and have a nice day! :)

Somewhere in the stratosphere

I'm looking for something. I don't yet know what it is. I don't know even where to start. I do know, however, that what I'm currently doing is boring me and definitely not working. Someone, oh someone, come to guide me. A guru or therapist, appear in any form. Guide me through these constellations of families and towns, through the workings of my mind and send me on my way to what I seek. This is what I am asking of you, Universe, and it is a big task, but one that you are well capable of.

Me, making falling epic for school :)

Extreme Weather

      In the snowy Willamette Pass area, in the year 2011, my family and I took a trip. We drove an icy winding road, following our friends Cori, Jasmine, and Maggie. It was sunny despite the snow. We stopped at a clearing with a huge hill that would be great for sledding.

      After some of us had gotten our fill of sledding, we set up a barbecue to warm up and make lunch. My father stayed with kids while Cori, Jasmine, my mother, and I decided to go for a walk. With it over ten feet deep and fluffy, we had to use snow shoes. This was my first time walking in them and I didn’t expect it to be as fun as it was for me.

      I took my camera with us and was getting some great shots while the others went ahead of me. The snow sunk in a few feet around all the trees, and it made cool patterns in the pictures. It was pretty difficult to walk. I nearly fell quite a few times. While I was searching for a cool angle and Cori, Jasmine, and my mother were talking, I looked up.

      Accidents always seem to slow time down, such as when my cousin pushed me from high up and the rock-like floor knocked the breath out of me. Other times, I don’t look at the right moment, and instead of seeing the slow fall, frantic voices fade into the silence of my mind, and I’m jolted into “Something Is Happening” mode.

      My mother was nearly to her shoulders in snow. Pulling was left to the experts, Cori and Jasmine, who wouldn’t lose balance and join her. So, there I stood, unable to join in the fight against nature, while these girls helped my mother (who was blushing furiously).

      The trek back to the car was full of laughter, and we let the incident pale in comparison to more sledding, although it took us an hour in the cars to even remotely heat up. The ride to town was long and comfortable, and as one should on a good winter’s day, we arrived home tired, satisfied, and filled with desserts. The End :)

Imprint

I once asked a boy to leave his bed unmade for me, and when I saw it, I knew to not waste another day with him. The reason I asked in the first place was that a friend of my mother said she found that imprint of where people slept very personal. When my friendship with my boyfriend, Sterling, had first started blossoming, I saw it. And when I did, my mind was transported to the night, next to his unconsciously vulnerable and trusting body. I yearned to lay with him. Low and behold, here I am with him a year later. This may be a silly way of judging whether there are romantic possibilities with someone in your future. I don't care.

Big Bang...

And suddenly I exist on this site. I used to keep a blog on here (let's not go there), and I'm ready to start again. Maybe the universe has a vague understanding of the purpose for which creating this is serving, but the rest of us remain unaware. All are welcome to stick around and see where this goes!