I finished my 100,000 milestone with the word 'up'. I know, memorial, isn't it? It's amazing, the little things in life.
But this isn't a little thing - it's ONE-HUNDRED THOUSAND WORDS! Never in my life have I written that many words in one document. With 11 font size and the Gisha font, plus a supercool chapter font called 'Leakage' that I downloaded. (I coloured it red so it looks like blood. Oooohhh, creepy . . .)
I'm going to celebrate with video games for the rest of the night, and of course because this is a post I'll be handing out a snippet of my story! Wootwoot! Or do you say it like W00tw00t? Or w0otwo0t? W0otw0ot? I don't know. I'm just whooting, okay?
Anyways, aside from the demented cheering and all that, I'm going to give you a super-ultra-top-secret-I-own-a-unicorn-and-it-lives-in-my-backyard snippet of my story that was written today! Call now and receive double your order! Just kidding.
Ceeelllabrate good times COME ON! (Budaduda-DADADA.) I was never good at writing lyrics . . .
Okay, here it is:
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Wednesday, 29 February 2012
Friday, 24 February 2012
Sometimes Writers take Death for Granted
If you're a writer, you'll know what I mean. If not, well . . . either way, it's a pretty clear title.
I'm sorry I haven't posted in awhile. Some . . . events have happened in my life that, I'm afraid, aren't very good. It's been a sad two weeks and sometimes I wish I could rewind time and, even though it was impossible to change anything, do something that could've been more memorable. Before going on, let me mention that my family lives within a half-kilometre radius between each other, and we own a fishing lodge in which my dad, who is the middle child out of three brothers, works at. He's away at least seven months a year and all summer, and I've only ever gone camping with him once. Just saying.
So, considering I don't want to give out too much because I'd feel really bad, I'm making the story short and saying: My grandpa passed away. It's hard. People will read this and think, "Oh, well, it's nothing too big. We all experience this." And I agree. But it's hard. Our family are so close that . . . well, I can't even think about something to relate how close we are. Yeah. That close.
Everyone's crushed. It hit us off guard. My family were about to go on a vacation to Denver for the first time ever to see a Vancouver Canucks game when we heard to news. By then, everything started climbing to the truth that we all knew: there was no chance that my grandpa was going to make it.
I had convinced myself not to think about it unless he actually did . . . you know. I kept telling myself that miracles can happen, that sometimes people pull through. But somewhere inside me I knew there was no hope, that the last time I would ever see him was eating a greasy dinner at our local grocery store and him telling us a story that was at least an hour long and agonizing because I didn't get any of it. I thought it was boring at the time, but now I wish I could rewind time and go to that dinner over and over and over again.
Some advice: Spend time with everyone around you as if it were the last time you're ever going to see them, because you never know - it might just be.
Now my dad's working full-time, taking my grandpa's job as well as his. Now he takes calls from our guests all the time, and he's made a 'desk' on our kitchen table, with all my grandpa's old notes and work. It hurts to even look at it, but I know I'll have to get over it. Life doesn't slow down for you - If I've learned anything, that's it.
You can write about a million deaths in your stories, but it never relates to how much it hurts to remember the last moments with someone. I always thought that it would never happen until I was an adult. I always thought that somehow no one I loved would ever die. But now that it's happened, well, I look at life from a different angle.
So, anyways, that's why I haven't posted in awhile. And to relate to the mood, I'm giving you a snippet of Abnormal Angels that's about the death of the main character's mother.
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I'm sorry I haven't posted in awhile. Some . . . events have happened in my life that, I'm afraid, aren't very good. It's been a sad two weeks and sometimes I wish I could rewind time and, even though it was impossible to change anything, do something that could've been more memorable. Before going on, let me mention that my family lives within a half-kilometre radius between each other, and we own a fishing lodge in which my dad, who is the middle child out of three brothers, works at. He's away at least seven months a year and all summer, and I've only ever gone camping with him once. Just saying.
So, considering I don't want to give out too much because I'd feel really bad, I'm making the story short and saying: My grandpa passed away. It's hard. People will read this and think, "Oh, well, it's nothing too big. We all experience this." And I agree. But it's hard. Our family are so close that . . . well, I can't even think about something to relate how close we are. Yeah. That close.
Everyone's crushed. It hit us off guard. My family were about to go on a vacation to Denver for the first time ever to see a Vancouver Canucks game when we heard to news. By then, everything started climbing to the truth that we all knew: there was no chance that my grandpa was going to make it.
I had convinced myself not to think about it unless he actually did . . . you know. I kept telling myself that miracles can happen, that sometimes people pull through. But somewhere inside me I knew there was no hope, that the last time I would ever see him was eating a greasy dinner at our local grocery store and him telling us a story that was at least an hour long and agonizing because I didn't get any of it. I thought it was boring at the time, but now I wish I could rewind time and go to that dinner over and over and over again.
Some advice: Spend time with everyone around you as if it were the last time you're ever going to see them, because you never know - it might just be.
Now my dad's working full-time, taking my grandpa's job as well as his. Now he takes calls from our guests all the time, and he's made a 'desk' on our kitchen table, with all my grandpa's old notes and work. It hurts to even look at it, but I know I'll have to get over it. Life doesn't slow down for you - If I've learned anything, that's it.
You can write about a million deaths in your stories, but it never relates to how much it hurts to remember the last moments with someone. I always thought that it would never happen until I was an adult. I always thought that somehow no one I loved would ever die. But now that it's happened, well, I look at life from a different angle.
So, anyways, that's why I haven't posted in awhile. And to relate to the mood, I'm giving you a snippet of Abnormal Angels that's about the death of the main character's mother.
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Monday, 13 February 2012
School Isn't a Place for Kids with Wings
Why, hello again. Yes, it's me. I'm fine, thank you.
Oh, the common usage of small talk. It's annoying sometimes - to me every time I ask someone that I could care less how they are doing and how nice the weather is. So with that said, let's get serious here. I like eating pie.
Anyways, since this is a blog about my writing, I'll have to give you all a piece of my story. But first a little input on how the three main characters, Celeste, Dylan and Daniel, are doing. Right now they're going to school for the first time . . . with wings. Hidden under their clothing, of course, but really they're going to school to attract assassin's, who want to drag them bag to the evil Institute. DUH DUH DUH. Anyways, they have a plan to get information from whatever assassin they can find, but what they haven't thought about was life at school. The kids they'll meet, the groups they'll end up blending into, the enemies and friends they'll make. But I can't tell you much right now - I don't want to spoil it!
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Oh, the common usage of small talk. It's annoying sometimes - to me every time I ask someone that I could care less how they are doing and how nice the weather is. So with that said, let's get serious here. I like eating pie.
Anyways, since this is a blog about my writing, I'll have to give you all a piece of my story. But first a little input on how the three main characters, Celeste, Dylan and Daniel, are doing. Right now they're going to school for the first time . . . with wings. Hidden under their clothing, of course, but really they're going to school to attract assassin's, who want to drag them bag to the evil Institute. DUH DUH DUH. Anyways, they have a plan to get information from whatever assassin they can find, but what they haven't thought about was life at school. The kids they'll meet, the groups they'll end up blending into, the enemies and friends they'll make. But I can't tell you much right now - I don't want to spoil it!
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Saturday, 11 February 2012
Post #1 - Everything starts here
Why hello there.
You must know that it took me a while to work on the first sentence that you see above. Everything relies on the first impression, to be entirely honest. In my opinion.
Anyways, that's not what you're here about, is it? Not the reason, right? You're here to read about me and my writing, I hope. Unless you stumbled upon this random domain that ends in .blogspot and decided, "Hey, why not take a quick look?" Well, good for you. You have just entered the blog of Abnormal Angels, created by a person who has never blogged before in her life. So bear with me.
The reason I created this blog was because:
1. I have been excited about blogging for awhile now but was stuck on the fence on whether I'd try it or not.
And 2. My new found friend recommended blogging about my story on the web.
1. I have been excited about blogging for awhile now but was stuck on the fence on whether I'd try it or not.
And 2. My new found friend recommended blogging about my story on the web.
So, here I am! Ready to blog and blog and write and write and eat some pie!
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