The Last Post of 2007

I am closing the year with these last entries. Everything else will be saved for 2008. Again I wish everyone a Happy New Year, and hope you do have resolutions you really desire to make come true. I truly feel a positive change coming on, so I am hoping that I am able to share the positive energy with my friends and family. If positive vibes were wealth I’d share it with y’all because no one cannot live without love. Real love and wealth is something you can’t buy. Sounds paradoxical, but the power to succeed, the power to create, and the power of love are stronger than anything I know. All powers can change you, and some for the better.

Peace, love, and success my friends and family. I await the great changes that shall come our way.

Make It Work for You

Writing is a business. A job, if you will. It is a self-starting job that requires the artists to get off of his lazy duff and get things done. In other words, what you waiting for to get things done?
Writing is an art, and it is a gift of communication. Where would our lives be without the written word?

Writing is empowerment.

• Where do we see ourselves in the next four years?
• Is there a business plan in place?
• How have our long term goals being implemented?
• When do we want to be empowered?

Life Right Now: Rise

Right now it’s not about your past holding you back. Right now is not about negative people who are toxic to your psyche and body. Right now is the time to take a few moments for yourself. Right now is really about you and your well being. Right now is the time to improve your life.

If the pain hurts, grab hold of it. Make that disdain work for you. Don’t let yourself fall under its control. Right now you were not made for nothing. Don’t let someone treat you otherwise. Don’t treat yourself otherwise. Rise above all that constrains you. Take control of your life today. Find your support. Look towards a future you will have.

Take a step towards a better life for you. Be compassionate to yourself, as you may have given so passionately to others. You are worthy of a life filled with good times, dignity, and quality.

Fears In Writing

One of my biggest fears is my inability to write. I never call it writer’s block. More like constipation. It’s all there, and I am afraid to let it onto paper. Yes I am afraid of the many ideas within me. It’s a somewhat irrational fear, but there is some logic in my woes. My fear is that I have so many ideas and I don’t know if I can commit to all of them. Think about it. I have ideas for short stories, novels, movies, and comics. I am scared that I will be overwhelmed with projects and get nothing done. Today is the day I write whatever, because its time I face this fear. It so is time for me to break that old wall, and let the sunshine in.

My next fear is breaking out of my comfort zone. For those not in the know, the comfort zone is what keeps me in check, keeps me safe and, (duh) comfortable. Well that wall goes out too. It’s time to look at what I am writing with a critical and analytical eye and attempt to see what I am writing, and what I want to explore. It’s a trip into the unknown, and I have the support, but some journeys must be taken alone.

• Perhaps I should have a writing system for new projects:
• Short stories/prose: I need at least six typewritten pages.
• Flash fiction: Completed rough draft.
• Scripts, at least 10 typed pages (unformatted)

2008 Is Near: Clap Your Hands, Stomp Your Feet

My title is liberally borrowed from Ingrid Chavez' song "Heaven Must Be Near."

The year 2008 is our year family and friends. I claim this year for us. We will have success. It will be positive, and very beautiful. We will be inspired to work harder in 2009 for a better life. The things we look for the most are in front of our eyes all the time. We simply need to see what's in front of us. I believe in us.
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Now playing: Ingrid Chavez - Heaven Must Be Near
via FoxyTunes

The Holiday Adventures With Mom

Went to the Mall with Mom. Let me say if was anyone else, I would be very leery of why they dragged me to this place, but for Mom I would. I loathe crowds, because they work my nerves with bad ass kids everywhere, and blocking the walkway. I was very annoyed. Got out of the coffee line (what?) because the wait and the kids were bothering me. Y’all know I don’t give up coffee so easily, right. I managed to get my hands on some white chocolate macadamia nut cookies! OMG I was stressed relived.

Never mind that we both forgot our umbrellas, and it rained when we went into Books-A-Million. Darn rain. LOL. Rain brings cold with it. I need to put some more blankets on the bed tonight. My friend was there. Hadn’t seen her in like months. I was so happy to see her. Spotted a friend’s daughter as well. Didn’t expect that. Hadn’t talked to her Mom in a while (like 2 years).

Had a family dinner at Red Lobster, which was ok. RL was so crowded, that it was a little irritating. I suppressed my disdain. It was family time, and it was worth hearing this woman cackle like she was about to cast a spell on people. I think if I had a dog, she would get him too.

Well Mon and I went to see the big lights in the park. It was very pretty, and I hope to have some pics posted for you soon (after I get back to DSL). Still it was nice to see. Afterwards we stopped for ice cream. We’re both lactose intolerant, and knew better, but it was a small cup.

My Khakis, Myself: Who I Am

Washed the khakis today. These are the work clothes. I like them, but I need more. Every time I stop at Old Navy, they never have my size. It takes a while to get the correct size. They need more colors. I want a little more variety. I may have to slide on over to JCPenny. Let’s hope they have some colors worth looking at. I am so an Earth-tone khaki man. My shirts, however say that I am all over the place. Sometimes I look stylish and very close to professional. Other times I am very eclectic and so individual. I refuse to completely conform.

Simply My Saturday

Nothing much to write here other than dial-up sucks so bad, and I am tired of trying to be patient. Trying to watch Scary Movie 4 and finding it some of it filly, and some of it bland. I suppose the only thing left is to watch it through. Hoping to watch MirrorMask afterwards. Watched two episodes of Escaflowne last night. I want to see more.

Saving Some For Later

I wrote a science fiction prose story a good while ago, then abruptly scrapped developing it. I decided to read it again. I have to say I have fresh eyes on this story, and want to complete it, and send it to publishers. All I can say is I gave my protagonist a distance personal, and strength that I see clearly. I will at least expand what I wrote, and edit it as needed. Who knows, this story may need another catnap from me.

I have a fantasy story I wrote a while ago, and I edited it a while ago too. It has all sorts of handwritten notes on it. So while cleaning up I found it. I have to read it, and the notes I supplied, because I believe it deserves a looking at. I may fall in love with it too. If not I will save it again for later. What I don’t feel at the moment I will fall back in love with. Of that I am sure.

Grosstacular Dining

Did I ever mention the local Starbucks has flies? Lots of flies. It was all in the deserts area. U know I will be skipping that area forever! I can’t be digesting maggots and flies trapped in icing. Crossed off the local Subway when one of the people was eating the chicken out of the bin. The round the corner Quiznos had a dead fly in a friend’s salad.

Sometimes it pays to prepare your own food and be happy about. I can make my own coffee too.

The Writing Life

Entered a writing contest. Let’s hope I make it to round two, because that would be where I want to go. Been working on my portfolio, a collaboration for the writing contest, and life. Who knew a 300 spoof would be so challenging. To those not in the know, it’s the kinda challenge I sink my teeth in, like Dracula to the sexy virgin’s neck from movies (notice he NEVER bites an ugly virgin). Saving it for marriage? Don’t worry, Dracula ain’t gonna get that ugly chick. Would Dracula bite a male virgin? I sense an idea. I just had this idea of someone questioning Dracula’s sexuality, and possibly getting stomped for it. How do you make the undead sexually insecure? Does or should a writer fear the reaction of the public?

Because I Said So

Happy Holidays all. I am having a good time relaxing and enjoying myself. Special thanks to J for treating me to the movies. I had a good time. I so owe you. I also owe you because you asked about me updating my blog. For the record, I outdid last year’s post count by one post. I will endeavor to add to that. Please be patient, Y’all I am working with dial up.

Was lucky and saw two excellent movies (via DVD) I will write my reviews on all the movies I saw shortly. I’d like something detailed for my own satisfaction.

Christmas went off without too many complications. I was late. Not so late y’all have to send out a search party, but late enough to set back my travel time. Granny decided she didn’t want to celebrate with the fam. I’m like what’s up with that? She’s a loner at heart. I just know it. I love visiting my peeps. They give me strength and that is something I take home with me.

Here is to the positive power of thinking, and it bears repeating. I claim the year 2008 as my year to succeed. Again I pray my family and friends are there with me to share the success. For those who hate blog redundancy, I am here to tell you I will say this all through the year. Please come aboard so that you to may share in the success.

The Christmas Eve Tease

Yes, the building was open today. I got so many calls from people who wanted to know we were open. It's kinda funny. It's not like I show up to the workplace to answer the phone for fun. I know that people were unsure, so it merely tickled me. Better to ask than to show up and find us closed. How embarrassing would that be.

It was so darn cold this morning, and I had to get up earlier than usual. I was so unprepared for the cold and it felt like I was not going to make it on time today on time. Thankfully I do not have the Christmas blues, and am feeling rather calm and cool, like I simply want to stay in the moment of calmness that is upon me.

I got a gift from a co-worker that I didn't expect. A cool shirt from Old Navy. Oh it so fits my style. Thanks N. :-) You made my day.

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Ok, this post means I have officially tied the posting amount from last year. I am happy to go the distance, although I slacked off in November, but I know I was going to make it to rival the amount of last year at least. Let's hope I can get some more interesting aspects of my life on type.

Compelled

What started off as a script for a spoof on 300 has become it's own creature. literally the characters are taking me places that I was unaware of. I am loving the development of the script. I worked on some edits, to give the story clarity, and found myself with a complete seven pages. It's so nowhere done, but it has a life of it's own. It breathes, and calls to me. I am compelled to write it further and further. God willing, I will complete my short film. This is what writing should be.

The Writing Continues

I am still working on the progress that is supposed to be the script. I have so many ideas, and try to figure ways to express them. It's gonna take me some time, but I suspect that I can get it done proper. I am enjoying every bit of my progress. I hope my other writing friends are enjoying themselves as well.

Soothe My body & Mind

Why is writing much more harder than it needs to be. All I need to do is make a writing statement, and that seems so far out of my mind that I fear I will not make one. I worry, I get sad, I want to scream. I'd like the rest of the world know I am frustrated with myself, and it for no being synchronized with me. I need to soothe my body and mind.

Changing the Game

For those not in the know, I run four blogs. Yes, I keep myself divided. I have been thinking of creating a dedicated blog, and keeping it specialized. I discussed with a couple friends about closing out blogs, or even restructuring them. Here is my tentative plan.

• Yeah, I Write This Blog is my parent blog. It’s where I write how I feel. There are no apologies for my own expression. Also it is my oldest blog, and I can’t give it up, in spite of dividing my attention.
• A Horse With No Name: May contain stuff from the parent blog, and more DWAM adventures. ;-)
• Neither Here Nor There: Is mainly to keep up with my peeps, so expect the posting updates to vary. Since the writing circle lives there, I may add more fiction writing content.
• #4 may be revamped, but it was supposed to be my “happy blog.” It discusses things that make me happy. I may create a new blog altogether dedicated to the things that bring me joy. For the record, you may not see the new blog until I have at least ten posts. I may simply incorporate it into my parent blog.

Speckled Butter Beans

Last Night I decided that I would make some speckled butter beans for today’s dinner. I will be making some hamburgers to go with them today. When I cooked the beans, it seemed I did not season them enough. Perhaps I did not have enough meat flavoring in them. I used smoked picnic, and I thought that was enough. Used cayenne pepper, Italian seasoning, a little salt, and garlic (sorry Night Swordsman). Still the flavor did not come through. Was I too stingy in the adding of seasoning?

Well, I am one not to give up, and I can taste the pepper. It’s very sneaky. You get the heat in a subtle way. I know its there. I’ve salted it enough. My greatest fear is over salting. I know the garlic is there. LMAO I can taste it in the background too. The salt not so much but the Italian seasoning is there. Perhaps the seasonings need some time to bond proper, and I was too eager for something that had a hint of flavor like Mom’s cooking.

Needless to say, this evening when I take it out of the fridge to cook, I will know what the deal is. Will the tastes I’ve craved be there? Will I be satisfied with what I have? Do I have to call my Mom and ask her what she puts in her food? BTW I am not messing with the pigtail or the briskets-smoked or fresh. LOL Time will tell indeed.

Kappa Mikey Goodness

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Ooops… Oh My

Yes, Aggie has this song in my head. LOL Not a bad song to have on my head. The song’s not why I’m writing this entry though.

I got my six pages of my script for the short film as desired, and ready to write two more pages for my own satisfaction, but then I took my short film in another (nearly wrong) direction. I say this because, what felt like a clever twist (for lack of a better word), was pushed too far. So far that the story stopped making sense. I hate when that happens. Come back to my muse. My short film needs us.

I took a break from it, because it pissed me off. Then I got ideas for my novel. When the floodgates open, they open. I decided to prep some of the foods for tomorrow’s dinner (speckled butter beans and burgers. That’s when I had this idea for one of the characters that did fall back in line with who they are, so I am pleased. Before the end of the day I will erase and replace the tangent writing with much more worthy scene.

One thing still bugs me. I still don’t know how long this film is.

Six Pages

If I can get my six pages of my short film done today. I will be happy. I'm being very improvisational, since I don't have a set time length. I suppose the story will stop itself. A lot of ideas come when I type them out. :-) This story was handwritten in November, so it's time to put it script format proper. Gotta get back to writing it. I needed to take a break from it for a hot moment, and email peeps. Yes, I am goofing off, but I needed it.

Why Does Heystacy Have Be Upset?

It is time to vent. So ok, I finally got a response about my having to take two boring (yet basic) English classes. The reason is that I am not and English major and that's what non-English majors have to take as preliminaries. Y'all my brain fries itself in situations like this. I am so spent on this. Did it take three months to tell me this? I am so confused by how complex this has become, and disappointed in how can anyone look at my transcripts and suggest that I need two classes I've surpassed when I was an undergrad.

My Academic Goals

I still would like to write comics, but that is only one of my goals. I want to write for stage and screen. I will write short stories and complete my novels. I want to create some video games as well. This means going out of my comfort zone, and thinking outside the box.

For my writing friends, I hope y’all have goals in mind, because when I am done with my MFA degree it’s into straight up writing full time.

P.S. I have to dust of my resume for my portfolio. I know I will be busy.

Professional Writing vs. Dramatic Writing

For those not in the know, I am in a professional writing program. I will learn about publishing, critiquing, creative nonfiction, and presenting. My job options will be diverse and hopefully with the MFA behind the degree, pay more.

I have fallen in love with my screenwriting class. Here I would learn about film and stage production, as well as the opportunities to produce my own plays or film. My job options would be very specific, but my talent will allow me to move around in theater and film/TV, which may be a boon.

What you do not know is that I love them both, and if I could double major, I would, so I don’t. A friend suggested that I speak with the head of the dramatic writing program because all we are doing is talking, right? No harm done. Well the dept. head of the DW program has been so kind to me, AND he told me what I needed to present in a portfolio. I need to present six scripts, not simply six good writing pieces.

What has the pro writing program done for me lately? It’s held me hostage. I have two basic English courses they want me to take and I am not down for that. I’ve been trying to resolve this matter for months now. It’s become irritating to me. I must give credit to my advisor, because she has been very receptive and responsive, but I do feel the ice grip of limbo.

Let’s recap: I have a department head who gives me the heads up on his program, and a program that gives me limbo. I love screen writing, and I want to do much, much more of it. Guys, what am I waiting on? This is how I became a painter. My then advisor, Cliff Peacock, told me what to expect from being a painter and being a studio art major in my undergrad years. The rest is history. Said goodbye to the old program and worked a studio art degree.

The Writing Police Cometh

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Who's got some writing done?

Needless To Say...

...I have a few rewrites to consider. I'll be busy with them. I hope to at least get 25 posts before the end of the year, and I hope that the writing will give me strength. I have the feeling that some of my stories are shorter than i expected, and I still hope to experiment with the prose style. I believe that I have the start of a lovely moment. Let me not spoil it please.

Trying to Skate Uphill

What I have learned today about myself and about writing, is to not spend a great deal of time trying to describe the story, mini-series, novel, etc. (what it's about), but to write it out and see what happens. I have a lot of ideas I let fall to the wayside because I don't let my ideas flow. I try to restrict them, and that feels wrong.

If I learned anything from my screen writing class (and I knew form my many English classes), it is that I must throw away all preconceived notions. I must surrender to the pen, the keyboard. I must hear and feel what I write. I must listen to the characters speak (and they do), and I must let them set the paste and be who they truly are. It is truly difficult to let go of this kind of control. To understand the control, you must feel know what the control is.

For example, took extensive notes and ideas for my fantasy novel. The moment the novel strayed, I became upset, and was unwilling to finish it. I could not make the characters do as I wanted. They did not resemble the characters I so preciously took notes on. I refused progress because I could not have my way. Yes, it was all or nothing emo response to my own writing, and I admit I did not recognize the flaw until later down the line, with several alternate versions of chapter one, and with me now organizing my thoughts.

$50.00 and More

Remember that Rachel Ray show on Food Network called, $40.00 a Day. Well my version is called $50.00 for two weeks.

Had a $50.00 budget for groceries today. Went past that budget by $16.00. I am not too upset. If I had not put the limit in place, I may have spent $80.00-90.00. That’s too much of a good thing. Still, I will endeavor to restrict my budget to its proper $50.00. I gotta keep sticking to the budget.

DRAINED

I am tired as I write this, but I need to type out my blog, even if I don’t post it tonight. Cooked some BBQ ribs for the upcoming week’s dinner. They smell great. They just came out of the oven. OMG I love that smell. Tasted the3m. So tender and good. I wish i could share with the readers here.

I feel tired. More like a mental exhaustion. I am so going to take a bath and rest my nerves. Perhaps I should have a drink to settle my nerves. I need to have my food cool off before I go all lax on things though. I am thinking of French Toast in the morning.

Stacy’s Charleston Exodus 11-28-07

My Mom (so understandable) wants me to stay in Charleston a little longer (*like forever—parents LOL Gotta love em). I would, but it’s time to go back home. It’s been seven wonderful days in Charleston seeing the family and enjoying their company, but its time to return to my home and get to business. For the record I will miss them, but I can’t stay. Grand mom was not hearing that, but I got things to do.

First and foremost my printer is in need of use. I have been waiting to print out the stories I rewrote or rediscovered.

I need to sleep in my own bed, which is calling me like crazy with the cable tv and the DVD player.

I need some Stacy time. I’ve had seven days of family bliss, and I’ll settle for a few days of “Me time.” I invited my fam to come visit me. They know the deal. I would love for them to visit. They may need a get away.

It’s been bliss, but tomorrow I’m getting back to my apartment and this will all that there is. Big shout out to my family for the love and support.

You Know Your Peeps Are Crazy When…

...They suggest you take all your blogs, and LJ entries, then print them out as your M.F.A. Thesis in Contemporary/Professional Writing.

If I did I wouldn’t censor a damn thing. Take it as is or leave it. I'm gonna have some salty moments. Some people gonna hate it. DWAM goes back into my entries.

It intrigues me, because I thought of writing something raunchy and salacious for my own benefit, and because it’s art, man. Don’t censor me. Don't hate my thesis.

It's a little novel, and very suspect, in that I can be a wise ass and keep it real. Middle child syndrome at it's peak.

If I Told You That…

…Is a song by Whitney Houston. It’s from her CD, My Love is Your Love. This is a very good CD with a very strong R&B music selection, and power ballads (signature Whitney).

I mention this song because there is an alternate version of the song, which was made into a duet with George Michael. This was such an error of judgment on someone’s part. First and foremost, I like both artists, but not together. Whitney’s voice on this song is dynamic. Her range is amazing. She’s working those notes. She makes singing seem effortlessly.

George’s voice, next to hers, is extremely flat. He can’t complement her style or range. For the song to blend well she would have to restrain her vocals, and hold back a lot to make it cohesive. I can’t hear her signing like that, not when she can belt like she does. While you hear her range, you get nothing from George. It’s like pairing the Flash against a turtle. She dusted him. For me it makes the song distracting, and uneven. Definitely it irritated my ears.

In this case, her and his love was not my love. They were mean to me. I can say, since I also saw the video, at the very least, George knows how to dance, which Whitney has yet to master. It is a dance track. What’s the holdup Whit?

The Affair

I'm having an affair. It started in the kitchen, then I took it to the bedroom. Very indulgent of me. I don't care who knows at this point. Ben & Jerry's Banana Split is the bomb. What? Y'all thought I was all over some married chick? Only is she's holding Ben & Jerry's and wants to watch me eat it would I think about it.

Stacy’s Story Revising Workshop

Dusted off some old files and found some stories worth looking over and improving. I found several comic book scripts, short stories, and three novels. For once I am not overwhelmed, but enthusiastic about the possibilities of improving my writing skills. I know I can tell t he story, but I’d love to increase my wealth of character development & growth. So with fresh eyes, I dare to look at my stories with a positive attempt at making changes.

I am finding common themes, and working to perfect my stories. I need to add a few movie scripts in there. I didn’t even get to all the comic book scripts in there In need to redevelop. With the two aforementioned, there is no way I can do them all within one period. Still I would like for them to have some order, and will thus create a file for the comics as well. So now I have separate files for my short stories, poetry/songs, comics, and novels.

Began experimenting with the language I use in prose for my short stories. The first was my erotic short story, but the other is my novel (put the poetic prose away some time ago-another case of lost then recovered file).

This reminds me of a short film I was working on (handwritten). Better get that typed up and ready to get out of the box.

11/27/07 Bringing Up Pops

Visited my Dad today. He was doing ok. He took me to lunch and we talked about our lives. Not a bad exchange.

My cell phone was suspended today, I was short on the bill. OMG Why did I let it get this far? Paid the difference. The guilty party who didn’t pay his part, will have to pay me directly. It will balance itself out. I am not pleased with that.

My bills have piled on, and I feel like I need to focus squarely on getting things under control, or face some very painful bites of late fees and penalties. It’s time to be proactive, and settle the matter.

Remember, when you travel, don’t forget the charger for your cell phone. Fortunately I have a car charger, otherwise my phone would be off, and I would not make a single call.

11/26/07 Another Good Day

Tried the eggnog creamer in my coffee today. Which is, by the way, better than the nasty ass eggnog latte. Maybe because I can control the amount of flavor, which is much better than I expected. It doesn’t beat hazelnut flavor, but it is a quirky twist that I wouldn’t mind trying again.

My bro is still trying to figure out his Blackberry. I admit that they are neat and I should not hold it, as its temptation factor tripled, but I didn’t fall off the wagon. I am not getting a Blackberry.

Last night I wrote and edited a couple of my stories. I need to print out a copy of my works so I can mark on them. Need to find and work on some older stories I am sure I have lying around my apartment. Several pieces have got to make it to publishing. I insist on that.

Been thinking of converting some of my comic book scripts to movies or television shows. Not sure how or when, but the desire to make the material producible and publishable is appealing to me. It requires more work, but I don’t mind if it will bear fruit.

Watched Elizabeth last night on Flix (I think it was Flix network). I should get this on DVD. Love this movie. I like historical fiction. This being the story of Queen Elizabeth the first is parts moving, dark, and stylish. The costumes, though unusual to me, are very well done. I forget the names of the characters, but it’s very good. The “sequel” will be in theaters soon. I want to see it.

Can I Haz Blackberry?

Both my brothers have Blackberry phones. They look so sleek and sophisticated. It’s the perfect expensive toy for a man (or woman) on the go. How positively enchanting it would be for me, and with so many possibilities of use.

I’m cool and sophisticated. Should I not have a Blackberry? I want to be cool like them. LOL Sadly, it’s not going to happen. I do find the Blackberry appealing, but I have other things on my agenda, and can’t afford it or the calling/data plans attached to it.. Still I wanted to be in the cool club, and not be the middle child with his different phone.

*Whines, pouts, then gets over it.* Problem solved. *Sees iPhone.* OMG I am so in love!!! Forget a Blackberry, can I haz iPhonz?

11/23/07 The Day After Thanksgiving…

…And this time payback is for real!

So far, today is fair. It’s a little cold, and it was so warm yesterday. My Aunt is dropping by so I hope to spend some time with her. It’s rare to find the family in the same location, but it’s good when I can see people.

Got my headphones, and playing some good music so I can write this entry and tune out the surroundings. This is my secret to writing. Back when I caught the buss everywhere, in order to drown out other conversations, I needed my Discman. With it on I could read, do homework, draw and enjoy the trip better.

Auntie never showed, but we talked on the phone.

More of the Write Stuff

Caught a good break with the writing. A while ago I wrote out some dialogue and ideas for a script that I was convinced was handwritten, therefore lost in one of notepads. While looking for a copy of the original script, I discovered that I had actually typed out the ideas. I cut and pasted the script material, and I began fleshing the idea out further. For one night it’s not bad, but I need to push the sexiness of one of the characters further. She’s kinda standing there, when she’s supposed to be a hottie.

The original script was for a short story comic (six pages) that was going to be entered into an anthology. Unfortunately, the artist I was working with at the time could not commit to the project, and I shelved it. I kept thinking I should improve the story. Expand the story longer for at least for a three-issue comic book. I am more than happy that I typed the thoughts and filed it.

I have another scene I interwove into the original short story, but I may remove it, and place it on it’s own. I kinda like the short story as it is, in the completed sense of self it possesses. Likewise I have another idea for another scene.

11/22/07 My Holiday, My Family, Share The Love

Thanksgiving is a good time for me. I’ve gone to Mom’s house, and ate dinner. I miss her cooking. OMG Collards, turkey, stuffing, & sweet potato pie never tasted so good. Now I feel fat. LOL Not really, but I need to loose weight just the same.

My brothers were here as well, and my Grandmom. As usual, they are a blast to hang out with for the day. Sean did break the flow by being obsessed with a Blackberry he purchased. He harassed Marty until he helped him. And Sean got so preoccupied; he didn’t take Grandmother back home in a timely manner.

Grandmom is a hoot, as usual. She thinks tattoos alter people’s minds. She’s so serious, and I couldn’t tell her two of her grandsons have tattoos. I so want one, but then I don’t even have my ears pierced. I am so un-trendy, and I like it that way.

Brought Planet Terror with me. Marty hadn’t seen it before. The moment I popped the DVD in, Sean appeared with questions about his BlackBerry. Paused the movie at least three different times because Sean’s on the relentless and indifferent side. He kept popping up with that tired, “I’m sorry to interrupt…” Never mind that people are trying to watch a movie.

Marty was losing his cool. He finally told Sean, that he needed to call tech support on how to use the phone proper. He’s obsessed with trying to upload his songs onto it, but doesn’t have a clue as to how it works.

He still has that dinosaur computer in the back room. I give up on describing the devotion to it.

Now This Is What I Like To See

Grade for Writing for Stage and Screen: A

Y'all know I worked for it, but even better I loved that I did go the extra distance for my class. It was so trying at times, and exciting. It's been a truly good learning experience. I love a class where I am allowed to explore my options as a writer.

Much thanks and love to my family and friends who support me and my endeavors. I'm hungry. Who's up for French Toast?

What's up for next quarter? Art Criticism. I don't know if I want to, but it's getting the required classes for my program out of the way.

I have a short film I want to complete the script for. I hand wrote the first few pages, and hope to have some time to write them over the holiday, when there is less stress.

Rewrites

One of my short stories needs so much reworking that I picked it up and began adding new lines on the typed paper. If feels good to review and revise it. This way I can feel the evolution of the story. There's some stuff in here I didn't realize, but I am delighted to read it. Let's hope I can get this published one day.

Shout Out's

This is for all the wonderful people I know, who are making things happen in their lives. OMG I admire you guys so much, it's hard to put into words. You inspire me to do better form myself.

Jackie: I love how you set a goals for yourself and took charge. I love how you are free of all the drama, and people with negativity.

April: I love that you've set fourth and wrote something, and sent it off for publishing. I love seeing writers take charge of their craft. You are so amazing. Don't let anyone tell you different.

Brenda: I am so proud of you. Doing away with that writing block. I knew you could. Sometimes I feel like a nag, but it was a good kind of nagging. I want to see you get published.

Lester: I am impressed with the changes you decided to make with the posting. Yes, we all want the wild all red caps, but you did what you had to do, for that, I admire you.

Tiara: who doesn't read my blog, but you gave 100% to your animation, and that requires passion and dedication. Nobody impressed me with classwork more than you did.

Some work study kids worked their butts off this quarter, and did their homework. I love that, but I hate mixing my blog with work, but you are worth mentioning.

Kat: Stupid Kat tricks is still some good reading. OMG I so loving Lynxland, and all it's clones.

To my Delphi Crew, who I see less of, but still care for. I wish we were all on the same forums. LOL I miss you guys and hope to drop in soon.

There are some people I may have missed, but I love the positivity you bring to my life, so please don't take it as an insult if I overlooked your name.

Final Finals II

Finals are done for this quarter. I have been so tired for the past few days. Slept late today. Didn't clean my apartment like I thought I would. It's all good, because I want to go back to sleep in the day. I am such a vampire.

Next week I will work during the day. OMG this is such a black hole of suck. Too much politics for me. I'd rather be on my own shift doing my job and not defending myself from the craziness.

Did I mention that I wanted an "A" in my writing for stage and screen class? I am sure I will have one. I'd loathe to think I did worse. Hand wrote out some story ideas, so let's hope it has a life of its own.

Went into angry nerd mode when I didn't see the episode of Trinity Blood last night, but I was tired then. I saw Avatar: The Last Airbender, & El Tigre, so it balances itself out, no?

I need to build myself a website.

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Now playing: Utada Hikaru - Passion
via FoxyTunes

Transformers Movie

Watching the Transformers movie on DVD and enjoying it. Any part of the movie that annoys me (95% of the humans parts) can be skipped. While watching, I spotted one very glaring flaw. Bumblebee's legs are blown off, but he's been holding the Allspark in his hands. Frenzy was only near the cube and has his body restored. By accident, in Sam's hand, the Allspark creates a robot out of a car wheel and a soda machine. Somehow the Allspark can't (or won't) give BB back his legs? What kind of plot hole is that? Not that it will be rewritten, but damn if that doesn't look bad.

For that matter, why does the ethnic Autobot have to be the only Autobot that dies. It's like some old school horror movie standards were in place.

I must say anytime people don't capitalize on how cool Megatron is until the last half of the film have missed the potential the character has. How many years has Megatron been on ice? He's still able to beat the shit outta Optimus Prime. Talk about mean as hell. I was waiting for some real OP can of whoop ass, but shit had to be where he wanted to sacrifice himself for the good of the universe (UGH). Great Prime, leave that raving maniac with no one able to be a direct threat to him, while you go off to cyber Valhalla. That plan was soooo last moment, or prime has a secret Joan of Arc fetish.

I do like the explosions, and when the action was moving the film. Yaaaay x-plosions.

Kappa Mikey

Shipper Skipper

Shipping books can be exhausting. Sometimes it's about documenting the items that make things a little lengthy. I am so tired right now. I feel so random, yet awake. Life's like that. I should have had some coffee. There's no coffee in the building, and nearly everything is closed. I am so upset because I can use some right now.

I need to write more for my final, but then again that's how I always am. I need to write, write, write. Scripts are hard, they are difficult. Sometimes I don't have the direct answer. I however, will never give up because I love writing them. Something about writing makes me want to write more, and more.

Having a pilot completed and one episode on the way, I feel proud of my accomplishments. I want to write more scripts, and came up with an idea I hand wrote this morning. I'm hoping to get more done later.

Cooking

Didn't cook today. Had a muffin for brunch and hot dogs and bread for dinner. *holds head down in shame.*

I need to cook tomorrow or Monday. Baked beans, rice and sausage will do. being southern it will have lots of bacon in there.

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Now playing: Ayumi Hamasaki - Fairyland
via FoxyTunes

Finals are Here!!!!

I haven’t written a blog entry proper, and that has got to change ASAP! Y’all know I loathe not writing. Last night I took my allergy meds, hoping the drowsy effect would fade away by time I awoke. Lo and behold, the drowsiness waited for me the morning. Those meds were like, "surprise. Guess who's here to make your day wack?" I was ready to lie in my bed for the rest of the day.

Made myself go to the computer lab regardless of how I felt, and write out parts of the third episode of my comedy series. Had I stayed home, I may not have done anything productive. I managed to format fourteen pages, which I am proud of. Had a small blunder when I the formatted file was deleted, but not before I sent a copy to my professor. I was able to pull up my send file and make a duplicate. Not before panicking though. It’s how I do.

Have some ideas for another script. I believe it would be a short film. I am curious as to see how I could pull it off, as it’s again out of my comfort zone. I like this experience because I am writing realistic stories. It counterbalances my wilder science fiction stories.

I have officially become the YABS writing police, since most of my friends on YABS write. I am the one pushing for them to write, which means I have a few people I need to contact and write citations for lack of writing progress. LMAO. I have a few non-YABS friends who write, and I am out to get them too.

If...

If I can get two pages of script done before work, and do my laundry, I should be ok. I am so tired, in spite of sleeping. Sinus pressure has dwindled down to a dull pain. The Claritin is working, which I am grateful for. I need to go eat something, and I am mildly distracted by everything. I will play some music and hope it has some soothing power on me. I feel spent and the day hasn't even begun yet.

The Writing Fool Rides Again

It's been a while since my last post. I know, I felt very lazy. First things first. If the Claritin-D package says "non-drowsy," odds are it will make me sleepy as all get out. The sad part is I felt tired, laid down for an hour, but not fall asleep. What kind of mad sleep buzz is that? A brother could use a nap if the mood hits him.

The comedy series is progressing. I have two episodes completed with some nice endings. Now I have episode three to work on. I am so elated. I can so get at least ten pages in two days, which is half the episode. :-) That's the bomb.

Been a writing fool for the past few days. Hand wrote out some characters for a sci-fi story, and putting some additional touches on the erotic short story. Literally, I created two pages of additional descriptions. Decided that I wanted to create a premise for the short story, which in effect is changing the story in minor ways. The structure will remain mostly intact. Gotta love the writing process.

Editing pages of my comic book. Some of it is revision. Other parts are making the panel transition much more smoother. I thought about doing some serious editing/trimming to make sure I can afford to pay my artist proper. I have reservations about this, as I know what I want to see in my comic. I will need to formulate a premise for this as well, and this shall narrow my focus proper.

Getting the Flow of Things II

Been handwriting out the new scenes. They read very fresh, and exciting, but I am biased. The true test will be when I let the pages “cool” and read them with fresh eyes. I can say the story has a livelier viewpoint with more emotional wording. I need to type it out if I want to have a full on experience.

Did I mention that it’s a very erotic and suggestive story? Honestly, while I leave a lot to the imagination, there are some metaphors that are so clear, and imagery so potent that your mind’s eye is filled with some good visuals. The dialogue needs smoothing too.

Getting the Flow of Things I

Well, my poetry has a flow to it, no? I have a lot of people who have wonderful things to say about my writings. What if I wrote prose that way? I have a flash fiction (short-short) story I'm working on, that I can experiment on. Why should I not at least try to make some fiction with a flow in the language. Call this stage one. I just typed out the story, which I wrote longhand while in Charleston.

Some Screen Writier Facts

Check out the link for the full story on the writer's strike. That's good info to know, if you love your tv shows, like I do. What I quote below is what caught my eyes.

A newcomer to TV's writing ranks earns about $70,000 per season for full-time work on a show.

Veteran writers who move up to a story-editor position would get at least a low six-figure salary, with a "written by" credit on an hourlong script paying an additional $30,000 plus residuals.

Writers are free to negotiate for higher pay, and people who produce or co-produce — called "hyphenates" in industry parlance — earn more.

It Got Cold Real Fast

Opened my door this afternoon, and quickly closed it back. I was not pleased with the temperature change. I suppose it could be worse. Still, I could stand the lukewarm weather, not the drop in warmth. I needed something hot to drink. :-)

I want to shout out to my friend April, who worked on a marvelous script. I am hoping to hear she gets it published. It would be nice to see her works published. Best wishes and success for you April!

I myself need to get on the ball. I need to get my comic book launched with not hitches. It's going to be slow and steady, but I need to do more. As of now I am the writer/editor/producer.

This does not count the comedy series and two screenplays I may end up writing. Plus I have some comics and concepts to develop.

Lazy Sunday

The weather changed on me, and it's not so bright outside. Today is a hot tea day and a peanut butter sandwich. I wish I had the day off, but I gotta get my kids' TS done, and I don't like for there to be any accidents with those.

Got up, and went back to bed. Watching Revenge of the Sith, like I haven't seen it before.
It's a great movie to fall asleep on. Thus my lazy day has some mellowing intensifiers. I am sensing a disturbance in the force. I am sure Monday will unfold another slice of drama. I am resolved to not let the negative overcome me. My day is smooth, I am smooth. The job and all its turmoil will be smoothed out because I know I can handle any negative situation. I wasn't made for nothing.

Progress

Got episode one revised. Worked on episode two. Got nineteen pages formatted. I need three more to complete that episode, and then I'm off to episode three. I think i can stop at this point and pick up dinner. Pizza maybe. I don't know, but it needs to fill me up. :-)

Kappa Mikey Clip

My Saturdaze

I wanted to stay home and be lazy, but then i decided to come to the computer lab and finish revising the script for episode one. Despite my overwhelming need to be lazy, once I got to writing, I had three pages completed. To which I am very happy about. There is no one in the comp lab but me. LOL If I wanted to I could play loud music, but I brought headphones so I wouldn't have my biz in other people's biz. I think I deserve a treat for doing more work. What will I have for dinner? Something nice.

OK, I Found This Drop Dead Funny

Feeling Scribbly

Odd, but I have the greatest urge to draw something... Been scribbling on paper. May show my scribbles, but I don't like them.

MORE LOL CATS

Writing Buzz

I have been bitten by a writing bug, and thes means I will be preoccupied for a hot moment. No more talk, I need to do.

Untitled III

For those not in the know, I lost my jump drive two weeks ago. I was getting off work. As usual, I place it around my neck for safekeeping. When I got to my car, I took it off, along with my ID badge, and placed it in the passenger seat. Halfway down the road, I realize I don’t know where the jump drive is.

I compulsively check the passenger seat, and its not there. At a red light, I short of emptied my book bag of all its contents. Still there was no jump drive. I decided I left it at work, and the best thing to do is come to work early and retrieve it. Problem solved, right?

I was so wrong. I come to work, and there is no jump drive. I panicked. All my good writing was on that drive. OMG I must have dropped it outside the building. I was late for class too. Damn it. I scoured our lost and found; I checked my desk, and the floor beneath it. I was so sure the jump drive met with some greedy student, exploiting my writings. What could I do but accept that IU lost my drive and leave it at that.

Well, for the past two weeks, I have emailed myself any file that I wrote or needed to open on a different computer (hello Screenwriter program). Not only is this inconvenient, it’s downright annoying. How for two weeks I regretted losing my jump drive.

Well, I was contemplating buying a new one. Fast forward to today. I stop at Wendy’s to buy a salad and some fries. Ate the fries in the car, before I got out and went to work, I dropped a fry as I was trying to wave at someone, and it fell between the seat. I went to remove it, and what I see, but the cord for my jump drive.

I cannot explain to you how elated and stupid I felt. I was more elated than stupid, so I am ok.

The Graduate School Life

So it's time to sign up for classes and I am so willing to get a writing course, and what stands in my way? All the classes offered are offered during the times I work. All that's open is art criticism. Another art history class. Umm... horay. Not really. I feel the sting of a new program trying to feel its way around its students.

I email my advisor and ask if one class will be offered during the day, as I could take those. At least one class. No classes will be offered in winter quarter, but spring quarter may yeild one. online classes is an option, but online is so blah. I prefer a classroom. I hate waking up for an 8:00 AM class, but its in-class. ;-) Well, I gotta do what I have to so I can get my MFA. I'll take it online.

Been working on this script, which needs revisions. I am so stoked, and I want to work on it, but I am so busy. Work is going ok, but the pace is so wrong. I have so many books to ship out. Time sheets go in this week. I just know several people will not submit them. :-(

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Now playing: Utada Hikaru - This Is Love
via FoxyTunes

LOLCATS Rule!

Stacy’s Goth Experience III: The Changes Are So Unwritten

My life is still going, so the changes will be constant. My goal is to be even more involved in my own art (writing, drawing, painting). I’d like to decorate my home. I need some rich, deep, solid color furniture and accessories. I know I can do this. It’s going to be a challenge, but I love a good set of challenges to stimulate my body and mind.

I do feel blessed to have a vision of how to address my inner and outer worlds. As always, the power to make active changes in our lives belongs within us. We give our power to other people, hoping we’ll feel good about ourselves, but I need not follow someone else’s lead, but listen to the voice(s) within myself. They are merely different aspects of me.

BTW I live to see people laugh more than being scared. It brings me joy to see people laughing and smiling. I get all giggly myself. Giggly is fantastic.

Stacy’s Goth Experience II: The Making of Things Dark, Yet Bright.

I have a friend, who says she’s Goth. I told her, she couldn’t be, because she always wears bright clothes, and has an upbeat personality. She assures me she is. So I began to take a look at Goth, and wondered what was attractive about it. I also wondered how I fit into this. We’re talking about me; my clothes are so colorful and patterned.

Someone suggested to me that Goth is not about the outward appearance entirely. There are things that some Goth’s are attracted to. For example, Goth’s have fascination with Romantic Literature. The works of Anne Rice, Neil Gaiman, and Edgar Allen Poe may appeal to them. The Victorian or Edwardian era have a hold. There is a fascination with things from these eras and beyond.

Goth is much more than clothes or look. It has a feel, a counterculture, if you will. Aspects of the culture are innately within me, yet this is merely a facet of who I am.

Of course, it clashes so strongly with my outer world. On the surface, I am chipper, polite, and kind to the point of being a pest. I am thinking of embracing my inner Goth, not for destruction, but rather to find the balance between, who I am, and how I am perceived. I don’t mind the darker aspects, so long as they are balanced by my innate benevolence.

Stacy’s Goth Experience: The Superficial Glare.

I’ve been told, a few times, that I have a rather dark way of thinking. I admit to having a black sense of humor, and a rather nasty imagination. I breathe life into the illest things. I am certainly offbeat, weird, and uniquely myself. I don’t expect everyone to “get” me. I don’t “get” most people. It’s not a bad thing. I embrace my quirkiness, and I celebrate the differences between us all.

I have been also told I fit the mold for a Goth. I laughed so hard. I am so not Goth. I am so goofy and silly a lot of the time (something I inherited from my father). I don’t wear black, much, and I am anything but dour or gloomy in personality. In fact, I can be annoyingly chipper sometimes, love pop music, along with R&B, and classical music. At the minimum, what I thought a Goth was a bunch of gloomy kids who want attention on the whole. That was a superficial glance.

Never mind those who saw my “dark” avatar, which was ironically composed on a very bright day. Several of my stories are incredibly dark and could use more darkening. But I also like to laugh, have fun, and be happy. That’s not Goth, right?

Five Points to Some Stacy Trivia

These are the things that are going on with me:

1. My left eye is burning. Makes it real difficult to put in my contacts. Allergy meds are taking their sweet time.
2. Twenty-four pages of script in word is not twenty four pages in Screenwriter. The smarty that I am was going to cut and paste parts of the second episode into the first chapter, until...
3. I forgot how to import word files in, and when I cut and pasted for the second episode, the Screenwriter software crashed. Repeatedly. :-(
4. I had to write three pages of script from scratch, and that meant reworking some new ideas into the story.
5. Watching Cops can be both entertaining and appalling. It's not as bad as Cheaters though. How can someone say they love you while they're cheating on you? :-(

Writing Progress

On page thirteen of episode two. I need to get at least two more pages tonight. That way I have a lot to show in class tomorrow. Still stuck on the title. I think the premise will be the title. I will bounce them off my professor. I know she'll have fun with this. Anyways I got three titles, so far.

P.S. Chocolate chocolate chip is an ok ice cream, but not as good as I would like it to be for my money.

To My Writing Friends. ;-)

*Taps foot patiently. Looks around room. Clears throat*

Ok class take out your homework and pass it up front. It's time for evaluations.

Life...

Haven't blogged in a while. Consider it a spell I was under. Working on things that took up a lot of good time. I love blogging, but I placed it on the back burner.

I did make my pot of gumbo, and let me tell you, it is so good. This reminds me to either freeze or eat my baked chicken & rice or the lat slice of meatloaf. They were equally good. I swear I could cook some collards and work with the chicken.

Having a ball trying to finish the three script project. I got the first episode done. I got six pages of episode two done. I need a series title. Working on that. Must brainstorm soon. I can have a lovely script, but it needs a title like now.

Was trying to get another scriptwriting class, but found I needed a prerequisite, and that is so annoying. Such is life. It means all I could sign up for is art criticism. I don't know how pleased I am with this.

My Miscount-My Bad

Scripts for comedy shows have twenty three pages per episode. I was thinking twenty-four tonight. As I edited I found myself noting the difference. I only needed fifteen pages for my class, but now I know I have a first episode. I have to write two more episodes. I feel so good doing the work. I am glad I looked it over tonight. It was 100% worth it to do it when I had the free time proper.

As posted earlier, I know what happens in episode two, and have jotted a few notes on some character lines, and they are so funny that I am laughing at myself. My instructor will show us how to use the screenwriter software, so I will have that to work out with the program. I'm so giddy. Story doesn't have a title yet. I'm still working on that.

To my writing friends, did you at least get a page done?

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Now playing: Kohei Koizumi - Secret Sorrow
via FoxyTunes

Twenty-Two Pages

Began working this script until I had more pages. What started as nine is now twenty two. I will do the edits tomorrow because I feel I need to leave the story alone for a moment. I have the second episode locked clearly into my head. OMG it's so demented, that I fell in love with it the moment I thought about it. I don't feel the least bit guilty for giving these characters some much hell for trying to have a life.

I've written before, but never have I had such clear insights into what I want to do. Writing is more than a blessing. I am very pleased to have a chance to develop my ideas. Thank God for great opportunities. I know my friends will have four pages ready, right? Holler back at me writing peeps.


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Now playing: Lisa Fischer - How Can I Ease the Pain
via FoxyTunes

Stacy's Moment

I wrote this at YABS today, and found it blog & LJ worthy:

I submit that back in the day, like everyone else I was also with melodrama that is called being a teen ager. I remember thinking how my life sucked, but looking back, I realized that I had a good life, and it was only beginning of living.

Looking back made me realize that at times I was truly spoiled and ungrateful for the blessings I did have. I am more than pleased that I have a moment to reflect on my life.

What Did I Just See?

Ok, flipping through the channels when I saw Walker Texas Ranger. In this episode,Walker takes on a satanic cult, and all I can say, between the "dark" music, and the usual Walker activities, this was rather funny. As usual there's a showdown, and the bad guys get their asses kicked, Ranger style. Sometimes I wonder about life, and the things we ingest mentally and physically.

Makeing A List, Checking It Twice

No, I'm not giving gifts, but I do have some stories to work out and a schedule to place them on. I so want to have a writing phase and an off to publisher's phase. No more sleeping on myself. I so need a lift beyond where I am today.

The Writing Type: What Say You

Well I turned in my script and my instructor thinks I should develop the material further. She suggested writing a full episode. This would be the pilot for a comedy show, if you will. I would need to write two more episodes before I submit this to a production company. The question would be could I write three 23 page scripts.

I did want to say this would be easy, but that’s not what I want to say. It will be a worthwhile challenge, and I would love to complete all three scripts. I’m gonna start tonight because I feel that it will be in my best interest to write something that I love. This put a feather in my cap, to an otherwise convoluted day.

Now, for my writing friends out there. I challenge you to at least get four pages done before the end of the week. That’s Wednesday through Saturday. Can y’all get something done? I’m hoping to hear from y’all soon. If I ever become successful, I’d love to promote my friends who have some completed projects, or have the drive to work with me on future potential productions. What say you?

Kappy Mikey Makes Me Laugh

Beatty Bug

This is my girl Beatty's blog. Her blog is more personal, withought being intimate. She's not airing out the dirty laundy, but expressing herself. Rock on Beatty.

Tales of the Trickster

My friend Shisho has a great blog she updates. It's called Tales of the Trickster, and it has a cool, intelligent side to blogging. I am very proud ot have her on my lists of blogs I read.

I will be listing other blogs/LJ's I read soon. My pals know who they are. I'm looking at ya Aggie & Kat. ;-)

My Weekend

I should have been blogging, but I chose to spend the weekend resting from everything. Went to C’s house to hang out. She fed the crew. I had fun NOT being at work, or classes. Don’t get me wrong class is great, and I feel like I am enjoying myself, but combined with work it’s very tiring. It was nice to forget everything for a short while.

Made meat loaf yesterday. I needed to cook that ground beef before it became a brick in my fridge. For breakfast I made pancakes and sausage. May make baked beans for the week or chicken. Not sure yet, but I know I am cooking for the rest of the week.

Checking out Utada’s music from her Ultra Blue CD. Although I don’t have the translations the lyrics, I love listening to “Passion, Blue, and This is Love.” Somewhere between the songs and my ears there’s a barrier that breaks and I enjoy the songs without knowing what they mean. I will have to go back to iTunes and d-load the whole CD. Too bad much of her works are only sold in Japan or Europe. Maybe I can get them off of Amazon.com.

Loved By You

Please take my hand,
Give me your love
Let it be sweet and strong,
Like fine wine from the sweetest fruit
Plucked at the ripest moment
Don't you dare hold back
let us savor this passion,
For the taste is truly divine.
Let your love fall like a rainstorm
That's come to quench the desert of its dry
Let it come down, down, down
Rain upon me, wake me from my long slumber.
For you, I rise to the occasion
For you I wait the first drops of the river soon to come

Rock me to heaven
Rock me until I can't take it anymore
Rock me 'till the stars explode
In one glorious moment
We shall reach escape velocity,
And break the ties that bind us to this world.

Let this be our greatest adventure
Let this be eched into our hearts & minds
For all eternity.
Please let me love you,
And let me be loved by you.

I Can Feel It

I want to make a big pot of gumbo. I so feel a need to get the ingredients, and slow cook it. I can so tate it. Oh yeah. it is so on. Call it my birthday dinner.

Bittersweet Chocolate

A kiss of chocolate, a tingle in the spine.
Lips licked with such sweet, sweet satisfaction
A gentle breeze on the skin,
Dances electric in my body, in my mind,
Rocking me to the core

Need I tell you that my soul sings an aria,
That only my true love will ever hear?
Only my true love will ever know all the notes.

Were she to ever leave,
I would sing it no more.
I would look for no more enchantments.
I will not wish or want to be enchanted again.
Tis the taste of bittersweet chocolate.
I dare not allow my heart to be broken ever again.

Happy Birthday!!!

Yaaaay! Special thanks got to my family and friends who wished me happy birthday (or belated-hint, hint-LMAO) . My girl Aggies' birthday was yesterday. Happy birthday Aggie!!!

I am so tired and should have spend the day in bed, chilling, getting my strength back.

Had to meetings in the academic department. The first is with my advisor, the second with the dept head of a different department. I had some questions that needed to be answered.

Mom’s Garden Part IV

I talk of flowers and my allergies are dancing all on my face. I doth see the beauty. I doth feel the agony of pressure on my face.




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Now playing: Lisa Fischer - How Can I Ease the Pain
via FoxyTunes

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Rahsaan Patterson - Where You Are

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Mom’s Garden Part III

More optimized images from my visit to Charleston. Don't know any of these plants names, but they sure are pretty. Mom knows how to pick them. Speaking of plants. Mine needs some water. I like the orange color of the first image. it felt like a taste of the Fall season, which is upon us. my Mom said the orange ones will last through the seasons.

The pink trinity there are pretty as well. They are like spring colors, but they bloomed through the summer. I don't know if they will survive the winter, but knowing Mom, if they survive, she will make sure that they do.

Ben and Jerry's Haunts Me

It's been a hectic two days as I have set appointments to talk to my grad advisor and another dept about their writing program. Yes, its my Professional Writing program vs the Dramatic Writing program. I want some info and I need to make a couple of decisions based on the answers I get.

Went to Wal-Greens to pick up a soda, and what do they have in the frozen section? Ben and Jerry's Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough. I swear it followed me home. LOL I shame myself. It may be the reason I'm gaining weight. Ya think?

Bought Chinese today because there is no cooking for me today. It is an all relax day to enjoy as is. Did not gas my car, but will have to do it tomorrow or Sunday. I'm not worried, but I should have payed attention to the gas meter when going to the post office today.

Work has been so rough, as we are short staffed. Managed to get books shipped out and still have more to go. I hate for the books to pile up, but at the same time I can't do my best when my time is so limited to focus on my own duties.

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Tired...

Didn't feel like writing too much today. i have been overworked, and tired. Quite frankly i want to lay down and do nothing, which I won't be doing tomorrow in spite of my stubborn desires to do so. Will run some much needed errands, and try to chill.

I want to make some bake chicken, wild rice and vegies. I need to see how I feel in the morning. I feel so worn down. This has been a heavy week for me. Work, class, and my own academic misadventures.

I'z Haz Grammerz

You Scored an B

You got 8/10 questions correct. Okay, so your grammar isn't perfect, but it's at least passable. You probably know English and its rules well. You just are careless about applying them. Proofread your writing a little more carefully. Your mistakes aren't tragic, and they're easy to fix. Give grammar a little more effort, and you'll keep your friends from shaking their heads over your blunders.

The It's Its There Their They're Quiz

New Kappa Mikey Clip

The New Short Story

This is how I know I am a writer. While vacationing in Charleston, SC, and in spite of leaving my laptop alone for a while, I picked up a pen and my notepad and began writing this new story. I was so into picture taking, visiting friends, and enjoying my time away from my daily routines. I didn’t think too much about my laptop other than to upload pictures.

Well the pen and pad was there for me, so I took advantage of having a quiet evening (winding down is the best part of a good day), and began to write out a short story. It’s very erotic, and I dare say that I will push further with the sexuality of the characters. Why? I feel that with the rough draft, I have only begun to explore the characters, and it is their sexuality that the characters have in common.

Of course, I never stop multi-tasking and have so much work to complete now. Still it’s a challenge I love working on. I know I will expand the story once I type out the pages. I need to get on top of this. I need to make a premise for this story though. Something to add from my writing class. Writing becomes so layered this days, in a positive

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Spoiled Food

Yesterday I made pancakes and sausage. The goal was that I wouldn't have to make any more sausages, and that I would microwave the pre-cooked one from yesterday. Life was a well thought out plan.

Well, last night I forgot to put the sausage I cooked in the fridge, so it sat on the stove overnight. I knew I couldn't eat it, and threw it away. What's annoying me is that I wasted food. So I vent about this and will remember to not leave anything on the stove tonight.

On a good note, I did not leave the spaghetti on the stove, because I have a pot full of spaghetti goodness. I decided I wanted some cheddar, Parmesan, and mozzarella cheese baked in, so I took it, layered it in a casserole bowl with the cheeses, and baked it until the cheese melted. It tastes so good. Not a difficult process. The spaghetti was done, so it was a matter of wating for the heat to take over.

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What I'm Listening To

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Grateful

It's been a hectic week, but I am grateful to be able to work my life out. I thank Jesus for his love and support.

Kappa Mikey

What Happend To Me

Why does life feel so different today? What the heck, I've entered a new chapter. Change isn't coming, it's here. Weird.

My Pirate Name

My pirate name is:

Mad Jack Bonney

Every pirate is a little bit crazy. You, though, are more than just a little bit. You can be a little bit unpredictable, but a pirate's life is far from full of certainties, so that fits in pretty well. Arr!

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Ho's, B's, & Porn on This Sweet Morning

So, this morning started off so sweet. It was warm outside, sunny, and none of the muggy heat that bears down on peeps. I got a parking space so close to class, instead of the long blocks I have to travel. Class was smooth and very entertaining. Then I decided afterwards to head straight home.

While on the highway this chick gets outta the passenger side of the vehicle in the left lane and tells the guy that he can pick up hos on some other street. She was so loud and so close to me, that i had to make sure my windows were up. Don't want to deal with the nonsense others have going on. She then walked through traffic to the sidewalk like no car can hit her ass. WTH? Not what I expected as a way to cap off a sweet morning.

Yesterday there was this woman threatening someone else on the sidewalk while I was driving down the road. She was like "I know where you live, bitch!" Didn't look, didn't get involved, but that is pure chaos.

Today someone tried to get crazy in the building, and was reported to the proper authorities. This doesn't include the people trying to watch porn on the internet today. I gotta say extra prayers to keep myself outta the drama.

People wonder why I love a quiet evening at home on my days off.

Early Morning Post

Today is a class day. Have to get to the building early so I can get parking. I decided to write something since my class is in a computer lab. These Macs are so up to date, and its cool. Had weird Star Trek dream where the alien slays the guys in the red shirts. Somehow dipping my hands in water made the creature back off. When I woke up, I wondered, why didn't I do that in the first place. I'm such a crappy Starfleet officer. What a dopey dream.

My Attitude Adjustment

The AC's working again. Praise the Lord. Now I don't feel so bitter and bastardly. Crisis averted. Let me tell y'all, when you're hot and sweaty with people asking you a question like three mins apart, all I could do was sip on some room temperature water and bear it. I was so mad. LOL

At first I didn't know why, and then i realized that the heat was just as antagonizing as the people. It really was chipping away at my resolve to help people. I am so glad that cluod has passed, and that there can be some bright spots in my others chaotic days.

Is 50 Cent Bitter?

First, let me shout out to my boy, Lester, who is hip hop challenged. Don't read this. LOL

Back to topic: Check out the article for yourself. 50 Cent believes that Kanye West's label, Def Jam has "fluffed" the sales. He is not pleased. Is this sour grapes, or does he have a point? Stating earlier that he (50 Cent) would be quitting hip-hop as a solo recoding artist if Kanye won in sales. Kanye is leading the way in sales, it seems.

Why A Brother Prefers to Swim in a Pool

A SC man's arm was bitten off by a gator. :-( I read it on Yahoo News. At least in a pool you can see what's in there, as opposed to snorkeling in a lake. I wish the victim much luck in the future.

This is also why a brother prefers a pool over a lake, pond, or beach. No shark to bite you. No jellyfish to sting your ass. No alligator trying to take a bite out of me. I hope they don't like dark meat anyways, but a brother gots to be safe and sure when he gets into the water.

The Changes I've Been Going Through

Who would have thought that age 36 that I would be having growing pains. While 35 ran through me, 36 has been slow, steady, deliberate. I don't know what's in store for me. I do know that after I went home to Charleston, SC, things have changed. I've changed. The people around me have changed. I'm going through something that I can't describe. It's a feeling that I am no longer where I used to be. My actions demonstrate much of the changes.

I want more for myself other than the simple things. I want to have a better living, and I want to feel good about my life and what I do for a living. I want more control over things in my life.

Stressing

How can I put this... I am stressing out. I need some sleep. I also need to remember to take my vitamins in the morning. I am hoping to go home and chill for a while. I could use a drink. Rum is in the fridge. A glass won't hurt. To hell with cooking. I ain't doing a damn thing when I get home.

So Tired

I've had a rather harsh week at work, as the new quarter began. I was so positive I was not going to write tonight, and just lay on my bed and accept that my body and mind needed a break from thinking. Then I decided that I owed myself at least a paragraph of writing. Let me confess, I have a lot to get off my chest.

The college bookstore was overrun with students, so I promised myself I would get my book today. Woke up early, but fell back asleep. Woke up to a Jehovah Witness ringing my doorbell. Needless to say I may NEVER answer my doorbell again, yet it was a blessing to get a second, yet unofficial alarm.

This past week has been hell as mainly I have shouldered a lot of things. More importantly I felt I was overwhelmed with duties as I was the only person scheduled for Wednesday night. I'm like c'mon, I have to close all three floors and maintain order? The beginning of the quarter? I felt attacked and let down.

Ate some salad with chunks of chicken, which isn't much. Bought some ribs from the grocery story, but they weren't hitting on nothing. If you want great BBQ, you gotta par boil and bake them yourself. I said tomorrow I will either make a meat loaf or spaghetti, whichever I feel like doing. Hadn't decided yet.

Mom’s Garden Part II

Mom has these miniature roses that I loved taking pictures of. She has pink roses as well. I thought it was a hybrid, but she tells me that it is a separate bush in the same flower pot. They very beautiful to behold.

Mom’s Garden Part I

Back home, Mom transformed her yard, and I reaped the benefits of taking the pictures. I am so in love with the flowers. Still life is my favorite subject in photography. The human figure is the next.

Mom does extensive work every season. One of her flower gardens was surprisingly bare, as she decided to not fool with it in the heat. I don’t blame her, but I love to see the colors and variety she puts into her plants. Soon it will be fall, and knowing her, she will plant some seasonal plants as well.

The SC Aquarium Part 3: The Jellyfish are All Grown Up

Again, thanks to the lovely Discovery Channel, I know that these jellyfish are sexually mature. I know this by the clover shaped pattern they have on the head, which is fully visible. They can mate sometime soon. I hope not to be there when it happens.

Thankfully, these are the strippers of the sea, because they were all about being seen in their window. Or is it peep show performers? They wanted their pictures taken. There were so many divas in this aquarium that didn’t want their picture taken. Here’s the group trying to be provocative and seen. Cheers to these naughty sea creatures. I think your show may be closed down do to indecency standards.

Yeah, I Write This Blog!: The SC Aquarium Part 2: Piranahz Will Bites Your Azz

Yeah, I Write This Blog!: The SC Aquarium Part 2: Piranahz Will Bites Your Azz

Some More Art For You: Torso/Model on Bed

Both were done back in the day. Both are oil on board, and have held up pretty well. :-)


I did these in my Painting II Class. When I went home I saw them and decided to snap a picture of them. I like both pictures. In looking back, I found a
strong need to render the models in fantastic colors. Of course no one this side of Captain Kirk will encounter (or shag) a green woman, but I felt the colors gave the images a strength I could feel, rather than see directly. Does that make sense to anyone besides me?

This is where I was, and I need to find out where I need to be. Yes I multi-task, but I feel like I'm missing the balance in my life. Art's where its at.

The SC Aquarium Part 2: Piranahz Will Bites Your Azz

My faves at the Aquarium were the piranhas. Did you know there are multiple species of piranhas (Discovery Channel). Not all of them are so aggressively hungry. Think a piranha would be anorexic? The way they eat… They were the best pictures I took, BTW. They intrigue and scare me at the same time. They wanted me to get closer to the tank. I could swear one of them winked and said, "we haven't had a man over for dinner in a while." That one was a maneater. -Oh, bad joke, I know it, but worth it.

Well, it’s not like I’m going to the Amazon River to take a bath in the rivers anytime soon. There are tarantulas (pink tipped) and snakes, and I loathe them, and could not bring myself to take a picture of them. I'm going to have to get over my shortcomings. They were caged, after all.

Homesick and Having the Cure.

All my peeps have been great. I have missed them so. I have missed Charleston. It’s been two years since I moved away, and while I have enjoyed my independence, it’s nice to know there is a place I can return to and relax, let down my guard, and enjoy every moment. This is not to say I can’t do this in Savannah, but I’m part of the gang in Charleston, in Savannah, I’m in 100% in charge. There is no excuse. It really is up to me.

P.S. I think I'm making a big pot of Spaghetti this weekend. I need some salad and some garlic bread too.

The SC Aquarium Part 1

One of the activities I planned when going home, was to visit the Aquarium in SC with Mom. Call it a Mom & Son thing. I invited my brothers, but they were working, and couldn't come.

The aquarium was ok, but dark as can be. I got so many pictures that I want to share with y’all. Some of those damn fish were downright camera shy. Lots of them decided to go swoosh when I took the picture, thus being blurry. The electric eel needed more space, or did it? No pix, BTW. I wouldn’t touch that fucker. Those bastards could kill an alligator. When people move them, they can still be shocked while wearing rubber gloves. Saw that on Discovery Channel.

Did you know that eels move in schools? I saw that on Discovery Channel too. This alligator attacked one, and found himself surrounded by a gang of eels, shocking the shit outta it. The gator managed to get out of the water, and then growled at them when it was on dry land. He wasn’t going back in there though. The electric eels don’t play. It was a big creature. I would hate to get one mad at me, let alone a school of them.

Didn’t get a picture of the shark or the moray eel. They kinda hid, as if they knew that I was looking to take their picture. Damn divas. These are two animals I would hate to see in the sea. Say this a dozen times: “I see sharks and eels in the sea while swimming.” With my luck if I got away from them, I would swim into a school of barracudas.