I eagerly await autumn, partly because it won't be as horribly hot as it has been now. Next month, I'll have to make my to-read list for the season. I also look forward to the baking and to some of the more lighthearted Halloween-themed movies and specials that I love. Oh, and costumes. Maybe I'll do something with some friends, or just carve a pumpkin and pass out candy.
School starts next week! I'm hoping to be accepted into American Lit 2 (I'm on the wait list).
I hope to post more flash fiction here soon.
So, I intend to post on (and read) LiveJournal and DreamWidth on a regular basis again. I know I haven't held to that in the past, but I mean to. I've missed them. I'll probably go back to talking about my writing projects a lot, and perhaps a few personal things.
This past week, I volunteered at my church's Vacation Bible School. It lasts one week every summer. In high school, I volunteered every year, and since I recently moved back to my hometown, I wanted to do it again. The other volunteers were so awesome; I had a lot in common with a few of them and they were all fun people. The kids were sweet, too! I was blessed many times throughout the week. I led the kindergarteners with someone who turned out to be a fellow English major who wants to teach!
Today, the church service was dedicated to VBS and the kids. The kids in my group gave me hugs and were adorable. All of the crew and station leaders went to the front with the kids at the end to sing the songs and do the dances and hand motions. The kids shouted to do their favorite song, which involved lots of high fives.
Anyway. I have some fun things to post about later! One of my friends recently published a novel, and another friend is getting published in September! I'll include links and info.
My back pain has been through the roof. Even sleeping is very painful, whether on either side or flat on my back. I'll probably try to ice it again when I go to bed. Maybe a chiropractor would help; I don't know. I'm having my neck and shoulder pains as well. Adam helped loosen up my tension--he's a strong guy--and the pressure on my neck and shoulders hurt but it alleviated some of the pain. He was shocked at how dang tense I am. It's like my shoulders are made of cement. Grandma's good at loosening up my muscles, too. I might buy another heat pad, or improvise, but sometimes heat worsens it.
Anyway. We got rain today, which made me happy. I had the perfect writing conditions: Rain; caffeine-filled, icy, slushy Diet Pepsi Cherry soda; my writing playlist; and a purring Annie. I've managed to get in over 2,000 words throughout the day.
Tsirris is now at over 81,000 words.
My BQ (private forum) friends and I are doing our own version of NaNo. We're going to continue working on one or more projects we're already writing, but we're going to strive for NaNo-like word counts.
I've decided on a name for Abby's best friend. He will be Brannon. That name received the most votes; also, it was one of my favorites as well as unique. I might take a test for him as well. Thank you to all who voted! :)
Way back in July, I asked for prompts, and I finally got around to writing the one I received. Clibanarius wrote, "Write a scene where someone does the right thing." I've written twice about Tlindvi, one of my minor Folmustians (aliens), and here she is again. I have another story in progress for her as well.
Anyway, hopefully I'll polish this eventually. It's rough and bleh.
Prompt: Doing the right thing.
The boy must have been from Strimust, Tlindvi thought. She vacationed there, once, before their planet was destroyed. It had been an icy country; its inhabitants were fairly stocky and short compared to most other Folmustians. Many, like the boy Tlindvi watched now, had fair grey skin and small eyes. And on top of his head, the boy had a dusting of fair hair that was thinning prematurely.
He was rooting through the trash cans behind the bakery like an animal. Unaware of Tlindvi, he whimpered and muttered to himself, tossing bits of plastic and empty cake boxes aside. He picked up a rotting banana peel and shoved it in his mouth.
Tlindvi stepped forward, hands in the air to show she meant no harm. “Little one,” she said in what she guessed to be his dialect.
He spat out the banana peel and pulled out a crude knife.
She struggled to keep her voice calm. “Little one,” she said again. “If you put that away, I will bring you out a nice cake and some biscuits.”
He shocked her by replying in her own dialect. “I could stab you right now and go inside and eat everything. You were rich on Folmust, weren’t you? I can tell by your accent. You lived in Folmustis.”
“Folmustis”: a somewhat derogatory term for what had been the richest, largest nation on Folmust.
Tlindvi tried another route, her mind racing as she considered how she could get away and alert her boss, the old Earth lady that owned the bakery. Tlindvi and the boy were a mere five feet apart. Softly, she said, “How old are you, little one?”
When he opened his mouth to answer, Tlindvi rushed back inside the bakery and slammed her back against the door to close it, but the boy was too quick. He shoved his own weight into the door and knocked Tlindvi to the ground. He was shockingly strong for the state he was in.
Tlindvi scrambled for her knife. She tended to keep it on her; she’d let herself get caught off-guard. “ELIZA!” she shouted for the old woman. She knew what would best get the lady’s attention: “ROBBER!”
The boy slapped Tlindvi in the face as she grappled with him, trying to wrest away his knife. She bit his wrist and drew blood. He cried out in shock.
“Damnit, Eliza!” Tlindvi yelled. The boy looked up; Tlindvi kicked him in the jaw and grabbed his knife by the blade. She was bleeding, but she didn’t flinch; she had the knife, and stood, pointing it at him. “Damnit, boy!” she said now. “I’m giving you one chance. Pull up the chair to your right and sit the hell down. I’m keeping your knife. Now hold on. ELIZA! You damned deaf bat!”
The old woman pattered into the room, squinting. “What is it now, Lind? I can’t find my specs.”
“We have company,” said Tlindvi, gesturing to the boy.
Eliza eyed the floor. “Oh my God. Is that blood? What happened?”
The boy was crying openly now, tears spilling down his face. He gurgled out, “Are you calling the cops?”
Tlindvi tossed the knife into the sink, which was piled high with dishes. She reached into a cabinet, withdrawing bandages, and began wrapping her bleeding hand. “Why ever would I, little one?” she said, gaze sliding to Eliza to show the boy he had one more chance. “It’s not your fault I was clumsy and nicked myself. If you’ve found your manners, then you eat these cakes we’ve just baked, and when you’re done, you’re going to wash all these dishes. Then you can be our new delivery boy. Got it?”
When Eliza was out of earshot, the boy said, “Thank you, Vivi [aunt].” Then, barely audibly, he added, “And I’m sorry.”
They never spoke of the incident again.
As evidenced above, I've taken a liking to Tumblr. I'm using Twitter, too; it looks like I'm finally getting with the program. :p
Autumn is here (in the northern hemisphere, at least). I absolutely adore fall, and I have so many fond memories of making (and then jumping in) leaf piles; of going on walks with my cousins and my grandma, shuffling my feet through all the fallen leaves. It's such a gorgeous and breathtaking season. Unfortunately, where I live currently, we don't get the brilliant colors and falling leaves so much. To quote Craig Ferguson, "But the leaves in L.A. [Los Angeles] don't really change [in autumn]. Well, they do a little bit; they go from brown to on fire."
This autumn, I might finally write some answers to my fall/ Halloween prompts of last year. And again, I plan to buy and read relevant novels.
If anyone would like to do the prompts as well, they are these:
"Scary torture nightclub
Festive levitating gala
Comedic supernatural love-interest
Extraterrestrial freaky orchestra
Secret mid-century painting"
The original post is here:
This year, I hope finally to get around to The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson and Something Wicked This Way Comes by Ray Bradbury. If you have more suggestions, post them here. We could always have book discussions amongst our journals, too.
The heat here has been crazy. Yesterday, we had a very short power-out (maybe only five minutes). It was during a writing session, and since my laptop needed more charging, I was glad it didn't last long (although power-outs can be strangely exciting, depending on the circumstances).
Yesterday, I wrote about 470 words for one of my newer Matagot projects. Tonight, I wrote a little over 1,000 words for Tsirris. I might commission cover-art for Tsirris's story soon! More on that as it develops; I'm considering which route(s) to try.
On the health front, I'm dealing with some bad stomach issues. I'm fairly certain my ulcers are back, and I keep putting off appointments because I'm a wimp. I might need antibiotics or something.
On the flash fiction front, I hope to post one soon: the prompt from Clibanarius (http://clibanarius.dreamwidth.org) here: http://amanda-sheree.dreamwidth.org/