Tuesday, June 6, 2017

Titles are for people who have their lives together.

I realized that it had been some time since my last blog post, so I decided to do a quick update to prove I'm still around.

I recently went on vacation and had a wonderful time in Washington, however, on the plane ride home someone infected me with their cold and subsequently an ear infection. So that was super fun. Because of it I have spent a lot of time in bed this last week and not much working on anything else.

I do have a new idea for an installment of my Kitty series. Unfortunately, I have not put anything together in Photoshop but I will leave you with this rendition my friend did using MS Paint. A true masterpiece.


Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Now please enjoy some photos of my cat.



The Skeleton in My Closet


The Skeleton in My Closet



There is a skeleton in my closet.

It hangs among my clothes.

I’ve hidden it there

So no one can see,

Because no one needs to know.

But every so often,

I reach through my sweaters,

And brush its chilly bones.

Mirror


Mirror



In my closet is a mirror.

And in that mirror,

Lives a monster.

I have never seen it,

But I can feel it peeking out,

From the crack in the doors.

Every night it watches me,

With glowing eyes.

I try to catch,

A glimpse of it,

But it always escapes,

Back behind the mirror.

And all that stares back,

Is me.

Tremble


Tremble



As I sit and tremble they tell me,

It’s all in your head.



As I sit and tremble they tell me,

It’s all in your head.

Just be happier.



As I sit and tremble they tell me,

It’s all in your head.

Just be happier.

Take a deep breath, it will clear your mind.



As I sit and tremble they tell me,

It’s all in your head.

Just be happier.

Take a deep breath, it will clear your mind.

Try not thinking about it so much.



As I sit and tremble they tell me,

It’s all in your head.

Just be happier.

Take a deep breath, it will clear your mind.

Try not thinking about it so much.

You’re acting up over nothing.



As I sit and tremble they tell me,

It’s all in your head.

Just be happier.

Take a deep breath, it will clear your mind.

Try not thinking about it so much.

You’re acting up over nothing.

You don’t need pills, you just need a breath of fresh air.



As I sit and tremble they tell me,

It’s all in your head.

Just be happier.

Take a deep breath, it will clear your mind.

Try not thinking about it so much.

You’re acting up over nothing.

You don’t need pills, you just need a breath of fresh air.

Other people have it way worse.



As I sit and tremble they tell me,

It’s all in your head.

Just be happier.

Take a deep breath, it will clear your mind.

Try not thinking about it so much.

You’re acting up over nothing.

You don’t need pills, you just need a breath of fresh air.

Other people have it way worse.

How can things be that bad, you were fine yesterday.



As I sit and tremble they tell me,

It’s all in your head.

Just be happier.

Take a deep breath, it will clear your mind.

Try not thinking about it so much.

You’re acting up over nothing.

You don’t need pills, you just need a breath of fresh air.

Other people have it way worse.

Things can’t be that bad, you were fine yesterday.

You are faking it.



I hear them tell me,

All manner of things,
As I sit and tremble.

Anxiety Is


Anxiety Is



Anxiety is…

The second hand of a clock,

Ticking faster and faster,

Until it is only a blur.

It is the minute hand,

Racing around the clock face,

As it counts the seconds.

It is the hour hand,

Counting the hours like minutes as they pass.



Anxiety is…

Staring at an empty page,

Begging it to fill in,

It is the irony of seeing the vivid pictures,

Perfectly formed in your own mind,

But the inability to find the right words,

And the fear you will write the wrong ones,

So instead you write nothing.



Anxiety is…

Hearing the same words,

One hundred times.

Then suddenly,

You no longer understand them.

It is the inability to comprehend,

Anything around you.

And the fear you will slip away,

Farther than you already have.



Anxiety is…

Begging someone, anyone,

For help.

It is admitting your deepest, darkest thoughts

To a doctor,

And being told,

You are in it for the drugs.



Anxiety is…

Coloring perfectly inside the lines,

But with a white crayon,

For fear if you use color,

It might bleed.




The Monster Under My Bed


The Monster Under My Bed



There is a monster under my bed

I hear him every night

He reaches up and takes my hand

And tells me to sleep tight!

Imaging


Imaging



Imagination is my ink

That lets me draw

Imaginary worlds in my mind

Standing on my island

As the ink fills in the world around me

Vast oceans and skies pour in

While I build up hills

And top them with castles

Made from stones I have traced from far off dreams

Experiment: Magical Realism


It was checkered with black and white squares. Out of the corner of my eye I could see it, lingering by the punch bowl. It was like the damn this was on some kind of adventure and our party was the venue of choice. Earlier I noticed it over by the mountain of gifts. Before that I watched it invite itself through the door as if it was an invited guest.

Most ghosts had a marker of some kind. A ribbon, a scarf, I’ve even seen a hat. This one had a shoelace tied around its…hand? I’m still not entirely sure, I will give it credit for being different.

            “Oh, just let it be,” Joan kept saying, “it’s harmless, let it wander around.”

            No one seemed to care about this ghost’s aimless wandering, except me. It was an uninvited guest at the party I had meticulously planned for my pregnant sister and unborn niece. A stranger in a place it didn’t belong.

            It moved from the punch and slowly made its way over to the table where we were seated. The ghost helped itself to an empty chair and sat down. At least I think it sat down, the shoelace was resting on the table, as if it was waiting patiently to be served like the rest of us.

            “It probably doesn’t even know where it is.” Joan whispered to me.

            Everyone continued to ignore it, but I could swear I heard the faint sound of crying come from the now occupied chair.

Experiment: Map


A once a great hall, where the queen used to meet with nobles and peasantry while she ruled her kingdom, it now stands empty. The room is long and somewhat narrow, with broken and crumbling pillars lining the side. They once supported the roof and provided decoration, but now the roof has long since caved in and the entire room has been exposed to the elements. A few stained-glass windows line the walls. almost all of them are cracked and broken, what bits are intact cast colored light across the floor. The shattered pieces lay discarded and forgotten on the floor, providing glimpses of sparkling color during the day. The carpet that leads up to the throne is tattered, in some places shredded completely. Exposure to the sun and elements has left it bleached a pale pink. What is left of the gold accents along the edges have mostly faded and dulled over time. The relief behind the throne is starting to crumble. Vines are growing through the cracks in the walls and flooring around the relief and throne. Some of the vines have flowers budding on them, leaving a pile of decaying petals on the floor below.

Standing along the pillars are the remains of nobles who once served the queen unquestioningly. But, as the queen fell deeper and deeper in to her madness, she killed them off one by one as they questioned her. She would have her loyal followers melt the riches of the party in question and she would turn the offender to stone. The loyal would then dump the melted gold on the offender. They were meant to stand as a permanent reminder to never cross the queen.

On the throne sits the cursed queen. She is cursed to live forever, but her body withers away. She summoned a god to her world and trapped it there, siphoning its power over the ages so she could use black magic without the repercussions that came with it. When the god finally escaped, it was angry and cursed her as punishment for her transgressions. The queen is unable to leave her throne room, but her continued use of magic has made her strong enough to reach out to the forest that skirts the borders of her once grand city.

Experiment: Play


Premise

A faith healer employs a new pupil. The mentor was probably once a believer in what he did, truly felt like he was helping people. But as time and money rot his resolve, he becomes more of a con man. He moves in to town, cheats people out of their money and preys on their faith, then moves on. The mentor decides to take on a young student, someone he might convince to eventually travel with him and keep him company through all of this. The student initially thinks the best of things, is faithful to what he believes, and honestly thinks he is a chosen healer of God. The lines become more blurred during the play and the student is left questioning his faith when the mentor leaves for the next town.

The play would start when the mentor shows up, puts on his show and picks his student. We would then see the mentor teaching his student, essentially how to put on the best show. He would teach him how to field questions about why people are not actually getting better and how to convince others to follow him. As the student starts learning more advanced things about what they do (things like how to knock someone over by pushing them slightly and knocking their center of gravity off, or telling them they are simply not believing hard enough and that is why they are not getting better), he starts to question what is happening. In the last part of the play the student shows up to their makeshift church and realizes the mentor is gone and has taken all of the donation money with him. The student is left questioning his own faith.





Setting

A single back drop would be used, it is the inside of a make-shift church. It looks like the inside of a rented-out building, the is a podium in the center of a small platform on the stage. When they are putting on their “healing” show, members of the congregation would filter into the audience from the stage area (like the audience is a part of the congregation). Actors would take places among the audience during the production while waiting to be “healed.” They would filter in and out as each of these performances are put on or as they end. The actors chosen from the audience to be “healed” would head up to the stage and do their part, other actors clapping in the audience as it happens.



Characters

The Mentor – A man who once believed in what he was doing. Now he puts on a production to attract the biggest crowd and most money. Once he is at the height of his popularity he takes off and takes whatever money he has made with him to start over in a new town.

The Student – still believes in what is happening, think they are doing God’s work. Over the course of the play we watch him start to question his faith and the morality of what they are doing. He grapples with the knowledge he thought he was helping people, but in the end he was helping his mentor rip them off.

Experiment: A World Just Like Ours Except…


No one can see color. The story would follow a woman who lives her whole life only knowing no one is capable of seeing color. She has heard of people who can but they are either not believed or tend to become outcasts to the society. One day she hits her head while still inside the city. Slowly she begins realizing she can see little colors here and there, a red light blinking on a device, the blue sky, etc. The city itself is mostly in black, white, and gray so it is hard for her to tell. At some point, she takes a trip to the outskirts of the city and sees color everywhere. When she goes home and tells people around her about it (friends, family), no one believes her. As time goes on her friends and family try to exile her like the others who see in color. Towards the end of the story more and more people in the city admit they too can see in color, but never came forward for fear of being sent away.

Experiment: Children’s Book


For the kids book idea I imagined more of an older audience and a picture book with no words. The story would be about a young brother and sister who sneak out to go to the circus. Instead of a traditional circus and animals to look at it would be fantasy creatures in cages and roaming around the grounds. I like the idea of either 1920s or 1930s aesthetic for the style of clothing worn by everyone in the story.



1. Title page: A Trip to the Circus

2. Dedication/Copyright

3. Dedication/Copyright

4. The brother and sister being put to bed by their parents.

5. The kids decide to sneak out and go to the circus to see the attractions.

6. The kids put their regular clothes back on.

7. The kids sneak past the room where their parents are holding a dinner party with their friends, the shot would be of the kids sneaking past a doorway with the parents at the table, some standing and toasting their evening.

8. The kids walking down the street, street lamps are lit up and they are walking through a circle of light. (The circus is down the street from their house.)

9. The kids arrive and are let in to the big top by the ring master.

10. – 11. Two-page spread: The first thing the kids see is a tank of sirens (in this narrative they would look like mermaids). The tank would be on one side and the kids would be standing together on the other.

12. A large cage in the center of the room is filled with multiple harpies, the cage takes up the entire middle and goes up to the top of the tent. The kids would be looking up and dwarfed by the size of the cage.

13. In another cage there is a large chimera, all of the heads are sleeping.

14. In the last cage is a sphinx.

15. The kids decide to leave the tent.

16. The kids take a moment to buy a snack from a random vendor stall.

17. They walk past an animal trainer leading a gryphon in to another tent.

18. They follow the pair in to another tent of creatures.

19. There are only a couple creatures in here, they see a unicorn standing with its trainer.

20. They see a Cerberus in a cage and decide to leave the tent.

21. They leave the second tent.

22. – 23. Two-page spread: Each child buying their own souvenir, the boy picks out a balloon on one side while the girl picks out a siren doll on the other. Each at their own vendor.

24. While walking around outside they decide to stop and play a game at a stall.

25. We see the kids playing the carnival game and see the sun rising in the background.

26. They realize they need to be home before their parents wake up.

27. Shot of the kids running back home in the early morning light home.

28. The kids sneak back in to their house.

29. The kids quickly get ready for bed (put pajamas back on).

30. – 31. Two-page spread: Both kids in their respective beds, one on each page. The little boy has the balloon he got on their trip, and the little girl has her doll.

Experiment: Master Plots Story


Ascension and Descension



            A young woman works at a museum doing painting restoration. She meets a man at a bar who convinces her to start making fakes so he can sell them. She is tight on money and ends up agreeing. At first, she is very uneasy about it, but completes a painting and lets him sell it off. They make good money passing it off as the work of someone famous and he convinces her to do another. The pair make a ton of money and start blowing it on extravagant things. As it goes on, the woman becomes less and less afraid of being caught.

            As the woman starts buying all kinds of things, her spending habits and partying go out of control. Around this time, the authorities are starting to catch up to the pair. While the woman is relatively unworried the man becomes paranoid they will be caught, but both continue the life style they have become accustomed to. The man tells woman they need to stop and let everything blow over, she convinces him they should sell one more painting before they are done.

            In the end the authorities catch up to them the night after a giant party that they threw, both their lives and everything around them is in complete chaos and shambles. It ends with the woman narrating being led away by the authorities and having no regrets about what she has done.

5/17


So, because I have already lost my work once, I have decided to upload the majority of my experiments and some poetry to my blog in an effort to save it for a little while. I'm not sure if we needed a last WCW (I think I missed the last one as it is), but I think this will be my last official one.



I do hope to continue using the blog in the future for whatever I feel like. It has been an interesting experience holding myself accountable to something like this, I have never before kept any kind of journal and this has been mostly enjoyable.



I had a great time in class and I will miss everyone in it!

Friday, May 5, 2017

Word Count Wednesday 4/26


Word Count Wednesday



What am I working on?

Currently working on the drama scene. I have a solid outline and plan to finish it over the weekend. Also working on a short essay for an illustration class about an illustrator who helped influence me.



Total Word Count?

Not sure of the word count but I have about four pages between both papers.



How do I feel about the process?

It’s going okay. I think having a plan and an outline will be more helpful in getting my point across.



What am I reading now?

Random click bait on the internet, I also read a little bit about Norman Rockwell for the paper I’m writing. My family and I went and saw the new Guardians of the Galaxy movie and it helped inspire me a bit on how to write up my dialogue. Hopefully it works out the way I want it to!

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Word Count Wednesday 4/19


Word Count Wednesday

(I wrote this on so late! D= )



What am I working on?

Currently working on fleshing out the narrative that was due, I have been having a lot of trouble with it but I’m hoping to get it all sorted out.



Total Word Count?

900! (It should be way higher, but sometimes small victories are more important)



How do I feel about the process?

I’ve been having a really rough time with my work lately and I’m not entirely sure why. I’m not totally ready to talk about it here though. I might make a separate blog post, I haven’t decided yet.



What am I reading now?

I am not reading anything! I know that’s terrible but I’ve been very focused on art projects and this class lately so I just haven’t had time. I was also sick for awhile so I spent a lot of time asleep, I won’t lie that was nice, hahaha.

Monday, April 17, 2017

Word Count Wednesday 4/12

Word Count Wednesday

What am I working on?
Working on the next narrative, I’m stuck between finishing the one I turned in for the first assignment and starting another short story type one. I have also started the adventure story with the website we previewed in class. It is fun, but hard to determine what should happen next.

Total Word Count?
Not sure, I think I’m at about two pages?

How do I feel about the process?
Feeling okay, I wish I had more time for all of my assignments, ahaha. Easter weekend really threw me off.

What am I reading now?
Still on the podcast kick. I tried a new one I didn’t like about historical stories, it wasn't bad just not for me. I think it was something like “history uncovered”?

Sunday, April 9, 2017

Word Count Wednesday 4/5

Word Count Wednesday

What am I working on?
Trying to figure out the dialogue assignment. I will probably have to text someone in my group tomorrow and make sure I am on the right track...I should have asked sooner, I know, haha.
I did help a friend of mine with a speech she wrote. She is campaigning for her local congress, so that has been super cool.
I plan on making some kind of actual blog post soon, I swear.

Total Word Count?
Unsure

How do I feel about the process?
I feel okay, I've been inspired to write a lot of essays about the state of the world and things in it lately. I am trying to stay focused on my classes for now though.

What am I reading now?
Recently started listening to the Unexplained podcast, really enjoying it. The stories are very interesting.

Sunday, April 2, 2017

  Word Count Wednesday 3/29

Word Count Wednesday

What am I working on?
Right now I’m still trying to get caught up on everything in all of my classes. I had a bit of a bad weekend that ended with me not doing much of anything. I’ll get it figured out though!

Total Word Count?
Iunno


How do I feel about the process?
I feel okay, I have been very distracted lately so I’m just trying to get myself back on the right track. I’ve noticed I have a hard time just sitting down and writing, but I can talk to people for hours about what I want to write.

I’m just trying to stay as caught up as possible and keep on top of journal entries, which I have gotten terrible about.



What am I reading now?
I listened to the S-Town podcast from the crew that did Serial this weekend. It was not at all what I expected but definitely made me want to sit and finish the whole thing. I enjoyed it.

Saturday, March 25, 2017

Word Count Wednesday 3/22


Word Count Wednesday
At least I remembered to do this within the correct week!

What am I working on?
Nothing has changed from last week, I have been super slammed with a lot of art projects that take a ton of time and have been trying to juggle those as well as work on some experiments for this class.

Total Word Count?
I think we all know at this point I don’t keep track, ahaha.

How do I feel about the process?
Feeling okay. Ordered a new iPad case, this one has a small keyboard attached. My hope is this will help make writing more accessible while I’m on the move. I’ve noticed a big issue I have is sitting at the computer and writing. I also dislike the slow process of writing with pen and paper. I will update on my progress involving this new toy tool next week.


What am I reading now?
I did not read anything but a text book for another class this week. I have however been listening to Podcasts to keep myself entertained at work. I have completely caught up on Lore and Missing Richard Simmons (that ending was weak). I’ve also FINALLY finished season 1 of Serial. I started season 2 but I don’t know how I feel about the new story she is telling. I might try one of the other Podcasts they plug during the Serial segments.

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Word Count Wednesday


Word Count Wednesday

I am doing one this week for consistency sake.



What am I working on?

Tomorrow after work I’m going to be doing feedback for my group. I’m looking forward to reading their stuff again.



Total Word Count?

Still the same as my entry from last night, haha.



How do I feel about the process?

It’s going okay, I wish I got less distracted when working on this stuff though.



What am I reading now?

Still reading the fairy tales, also looking at retellings of various fairy tales. For the most part they all seem to be YA romance though, which isn’t quite what I’m looking for.

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Word Count Wednesday 3/8


Word Count Wednesday

I forgot. Again.



What am I working on?

Working on getting caught up on experiments! I have really great ideas I would love to share with everyone but I still need to actually sit down and put pen to paper.



Total Word Count?

I haaaaave…like three different documents I'm working on, does that count?



How do I feel about the process?

Doing okay, I would like to be working on more but as usual I had a lot of projects due around the same time and I get focused on one thing and forget the rest.



What am I reading now?

Reading both books for classes, also brushing up on fairy tales from around the world for an art project.

Thursday, March 2, 2017

Word Count Wednesday 3/1

Word Count Wednesday

What am I working on?
A few different works this week, finishing up my short story, working on a couple of poems, and finding the best way to type up my map experiment. With the map, I have been having trouble getting started.

Total Word Count?
No idea! Probably not that much more than last week, I have been busy with all of my classes.

How do I feel about the process?
Still feeling good about writing, I go through waves of being able to just sit and write though. I'm going to try experimenting with locations more to see if being elsewhere helps.

What am I reading now?
Working on getting caught up in our Stephen King book.

Thursday, February 23, 2017

Word Count Wednesday 2/22


Word Count Wednesday

What am I working on?
This weekend my goal is to work on a poem I started and getting the next sections of my short story typed up so I can start editing and hopefully share both on my blog by Monday (fingers crossed!). I have posted the portion of the story I turned in for public viewing. This is the first piece I have shared publicly ever, it’s a bit nerve wracking.

Total Word Count?
5ish pages

How do I feel about the process?
Feeling good, enjoying writing!

What am I reading now?
There is a book I want to pick up called Project Snow, it is supposed to be a reimagined Snow White with sci-fi mixed in.



Weird Dream Story

This is as far as I am in this story so far, I have a couple more sections to add. I wanted to get some sample of my writing up here for now. Hope you guys enjoy!


Sunset

It was just before sunset and, like most summer evenings, it was warm and the sky was a clear blue. My family and I sat on the patio and waited for the sun to set while the smell of smoke still clung to the air. We were having a barbeque at my mother’s house. We heard the sirens after coffee but before dessert.

They demanded we head to the nearest shelter immediately.

We were prepared. The news had been warning us for months this could happen. So, we had practiced. The plan was for me to grab the first aid kit, stuffed in a backpack full of necessities. My father would carry the larger bag of supplies, and my mother would be responsible for my little sister.

Now it was really happening. My mom’s screaming bled together with the wailing sirens. I snatched the backpack I was responsible for and raced out the door, my father at my side. We were ushered in to a neighbor’s car without, I realized, my mother and sister. They were left somewhere behind and as I grew hysterical, another neighbor outside the car shouted a promise that he would get them to the shelter too.

Numb, the car ride, became a blur of sounds and shapes rushing past me. I hardly noticed when we arrived at our destination. My dad and I got out of the car and were instantly swept up in a crowd of terrified, panicked people. They were pushing us into the school gym and I rode the current of that rushing, human river far stronger than I.

The gym of our local high school was our neighborhood’s designated emergency shelter point. I looked up at the old thing, my hopes bleak. This was to be our safe place. This building that was losing the battle to time was to keep us protected from whatever it was that waited outside its doors.

Someone in the crowd took me by the wrist and my heart leapt into my throat. I spun around with a shout, only to see my tear-stained father.

“We have to find [MC] and [MC],” he said. His hand, still on my wrist, began trembling. “We have to find them, [MC]!”

I scanned the crowd with a pit in my stomach. What if we couldn’t find them? But after a few minutes, my father announced that he spotted my mother in the crowd and tugged me over to her.

When we got to her, my father embraced my mother and kissed her. I looked for [Sister] and the pit in my stomach turned into nausea. My sister was missing and somehow my mother was unnervingly calm. It was as if none of this had shaken her; as if her screams to get out of the house were for the benefit of our neighbors and not her own panic-stricken frame of mind.

“[Mom], where is [Sister]?” my father asked. The distress in his voice was hardly contained.

Mom didn’t respond. It was like she couldn’t even hear him. Out of anger, or maybe annoyance, my father walked away to go find my sister on his own.

“Mom…where is she?” I quietly asked, unsure if she could hear me or not. My mother met my gaze, but not with eyes I knew. The loving, devoted mother, the one who spoiled me and my sister and would do anything for us, wasn’t standing in front of me. This woman looked like her, sounded the same, but her eyes… They were someone else’s eyes staring back at me, as if through a cold and unfamiliar mask.

This person wasn’t my mother. It wore her face but it was something else entirely.

Timidly, I asked again: “Did you bring her with you?”

“She wouldn’t have made it anyway.” Her cool response hit me like a slap in the face. I even took a step back, mind reeling, and hot tears began to fall from my eyes. Whoever this was had left my sister behind to face what was happening alone. My arrival was a blur but my exit was sharp and clear. I pushed through the people blocking the doorway, I fought the current of civilians trying to get inside, and I was the only one trying to get back out. I would face whatever was out there, alone if I had to. But I was going back for [Sister].

I was going to find my sister.

Orange

            The sun had set, and the dark exodus of terrified strangers continued to push into the building. Many yelled at me.

“No! What are you doing?”

“Where are you going?”

“Get out of my way!”

“Get back inside! You’ll die if you stay out here!”

I ignored them. I had no idea what was waiting for me but I had to get back home. I finally pushed my way through the edge of the crowd and darted toward a tree.

From my new position, I noticed men in strange suits were shepherding people into the building. I hadn’t noticed them before, when my father and I had arrived.

Once they had funneled the rest of the crowd inside, they shut and barred the double doors to the gym. Something metallic caught my eye. About half the men wore strange things on their backs. I squinted.

They were steel backpacks, each with a hose attached to a pole.

Everyone without a backpack retreated. Those with them used the poles to spit fire all around the building. Flames poured through the nozzles and splashed over the building. They were burning the building down with everyone inside.

Equal parts horrified and shocked, I turned and ran.

The heat from the fire and the screams from everyone inside clawed at my back and ears. Tears streamed thick down my face as I made my way home. The night was cool but my ears rang and my back burned with the guilt that I had escaped whatever was going on. I ran past people fleeing their homes and dodged more men in suits.

By the time I made it home, I was surprised my legs were still connected to my body. I stepped on the lawn and collapsed. My stomach ached and my eyes were red. I tried to catch my breath then forced myself to get back up, to keep moving. I had made it, I just needed to go inside.

            The door hung open on its hinges, but it looked anything but inviting. My heart pounded heavy in my chest and for all my drive, I stopped and stood on the front stoop. Someone had come through and destroyed the interior of my childhood home. Chairs were flipped, books and knickknacks were strewn across the ground, and the contents of drawers had been cast everywhere.

I swallowed my fear and walked inside. I peeked into the kitchen. The fridge hung open and pots and pans decorated the floor. I listened but heard nothing but my own labored breathing. Softly, I called my sister’s name. Initially there was no response, but then there came the faint sound of something moving inside the cabinet that once housed the pots.

I quietly made my way over and whispered her name again. The cabinet door creaked open and I caught a glimpse of my sister hiding inside. I opened it a little further, relieved to see her. I did my best to smile and then I reached for her, but as I did, I noticed there was something sitting next to her. I couldn’t make out much of its shape, but it was staring back at me with cold dead eyes.

Terrified, I ripped my sister from the cabinet and slammed the door shut. I took her into my arms and rushed out of the house as fast I could, back in to the unforgiving night.

Saturday, February 18, 2017

Word Count Wednesday 2/15

Word Count Wednesday

By the time I start remembering to do this on time the semester will have ended.

What am I working on?
Still working on everything for class, my house assignment is due Wednesday so I am working on getting that finished up.

Total Word Count?
Still at between four and five pages worth of words, working on making the words work for the story. Quality over quantity for right now.

How do I feel about the process?
I feel okay, I am at a point where I am ready to work on something else so I am getting a little fidgety with the story I am working on. It is really easy to get the stuff written, it is hard to go back and edit to make everything flow correctly.

What am I reading now?
Still On Writing, going to start the other book for class soon!

Thursday, February 9, 2017

Word Count Wednesday 2/8

Word Count Wednesday Thursday

I'm going to be honest, I totally forgot to do this last night because I went to bed extremely early.

What am I working on?
Mostly my short story that is due for the House project. But I have started a poem and look forward to getting some work done on a story that is unrelated to class work.

Total Word Count?
Still not counting my words, but I have one poem started and about three and a half pages of a story written up. I do have a goal of finishing up my short story and the poem. I am also aiming to knock out the map experiment sometime soon, I have a clear idea of what I want to write.

How do I feel about the process?
I’m excited to be writing again! I have been having some trouble getting anything down on paper but I think I have gotten past my mental block (at least for now).

What am I reading now?
Still reading class related material and my boring textbook. Hopefully I will be receiving content from my fellow Glowdark members to read, which I am looking forward to! Everyone had such great ideas for what they were working on. I also have a personal friend who should be sending me some chapters from her book soon to preview!

Wednesday, February 1, 2017

Word-Count Wednesday

I feel like I should put something up top but I am not totally sure what. So...hello.
Disclaimer: I enjoy not having to be super formal on here, so please do not expect my usual essay quality.

What am I working on?
Once again I am getting caught up on all of the experiments for creative writing, I have not finished officially writing anything, but I have a lot of solid ideas and have broken down at least two of the assignments in to the information I want/need so as soon as I have time I can write them up.

Total Word Count?
It's still a secret. But like, at least four notebook pages. And I use a college ruled notebook. It's a pretty big deal.

How do I feel about the process?
I enjoy the process of breaking the scenes I plan on writing about apart and looking at every aspect I can. I like writing about the environment they take place in, and exploring the six senses of the characters. Outlining what will happen has also helped me keep track of where things need to go. My least favorite part is sitting down and typing it up, so I do have to get over it and do that so I can share my works here.

What am I reading now?
I am still reading "On Writing" (do I underline it...?). I am up to a whopping page 30, please hold your applause.
I am also reading a very boring text book about Adobe Illustrator for another class and it has sadly made me not want to read anything else for enjoyment because it is an incredibly dry text.

Word-Count Wednesday achieved.

Word-Count Wednesday for 1/25

I missed the last Word Count Wednesday because I was out sick, so I will be posting two today.
One for last week one for this week.


What am I working on?
Working on the experiments we have been assigned in class and attempting to keep up with all of my homework.

Total Word Count?
It's a secret. Mostly because I don't have the actual number.

How do I feel about the process?
Okay, I am having a hard time staying inspired right now because I am very busy. I have also been reading everything I can about what is taking place with the big Cheeto president and sometimes it gets me pretty down as well as distracted from my own creative goals.

What am I reading now?
Stephen King’s “On Writing” for class.


I wanted to point out I have gotten the blog to work on my computer by using a different internet browser, in case anyone else is still having problems.