Of Weekends, Funks, Drama Class and Plot Bunnies

well, hi- i haven't blogged in a while- not really. i said a bit of news that everyone else knew, and that was it. so, here is some blogging!

well, my weeks bee ok- i had Monday and Tuesday off because of veteran's day and teacher-meeting day, so that was cool. i stuck around the house, wrote an essay on 'Lord of the Flies', ate candy, saw so movies( 'flipper','forbidden kingdom', 'kit','Doogle' and 'the boy who could fly') i re-listened to an audio book 'pillage' by Obert Skye. mom had a concert for all her students, and i was in a funk- see the post on Hedgi's blog, http://gloryandsorrow.blogspot.com' for a more adequate interpretation of what i felt then, and them it came to a head when one of the mothers brought cake- chocolate cake. chocolate cake with COFFEE and alcohol(only a little) in it. some of you may know the little 'word of wisdom' song: oh, we don't do tobacco, alcohol or tea, for they are just like coffee, not good for you or me. why? because we're Mormon.....' etc, so i couldn't eat any of it- so i left the house and went on a walk.
i was still in a funk Sunday, but on Monday i got my room clean and read books and ate candy- oh right, forgot to tell you that this whole time,the comp was at the shop getting fixed.
then on Tuesday i went with Sari and her little bro to the plaza, and we went to B&n, where i found out that she has read the first to books in an awesome series( click HERE for review) and didn't know that the rest were out yet. so, on Sunday, i will be lending her the next 4 books in that series, the entire set of the companion trilogy( as in, companion to that series) and a separate trilogy by the same author- because, lets face it, when it comes to strait fiction/adventure( no romance, or fantasy, or sci-fi, maybe a tiny bit of mystery) Gordon Korman is king. then we went to a lovely little candy store, got lots of candy, and went yo the pet store to see the little fuzzies. we saw mice, hamsters and rats- but not the cutest of all- chinchillas. they are highly cute. if you don't know what they look like, they are small, mostly grey bunny things. they look like a bunny running at top speed that crashed into a cement wall. the do!

then wed- not much happened- though i did re-start working on a certain mind story that i am planning on turning into a novel( most of my non-fanfic mind stories are destined to become something like that, i just ignore them for a while, after the cursed Plot Bunnies( my term for little plot ideas that randomly bounce into your head and don't leave you alone till you write them down; coming at the most inopportune time- like right as you fall asleep, or in the middle of a math test) stop coming. i will be referring to it as 'U' short of "untitled" because for the life of me, i have no idea what to call it.
it's set in another world- where every single person has some kind of talent or gift/power' for example, 'i' as it is another first person story, with a few chapters from third person, have large, sparrow like wings. 'my' best friend controls tempests/storms. our friend reads thoughts, ect.
its got some real potential, i think. like most of my stories, there is a Prophecy- but this one is far more vague- my other one says this will happen, then this, then this. this one says stuff like 'this must happen, so and so must do this, and the world must do this or fall into darkness.' it keeps talking about 'The Song'. not even 'I' know what it is. but back to what i was saying- in this world, Peace( a person like being) has been gone for 100 years, and the world is torn in two by a huge war- everyone sides with one army or the other- by law. neither side is 'good' or 'evil' i, as the author, don't even know how this war started(better figure that out) but anyway, U is the tale of a girl and her friends whose parents risk everything by passing down the stories of how life once was, and how the world might be once more. so, yeah. i feel i can do plenty with it.
the thing is, when i started, i had it sent on earth- because on character, Erick, has no power other then some serious common sense- and a race of 'mutants' were fighting it out, good and evil, with humans joining the 'good' side, and it was good- i had a Washington D.C battle idea and everything . then i finished watching 'avatar' and decided that it'd be nice to expand on the whole 'Killing the 'Bad guy' isn't the answer' thing. sorry if i just ruined avatar for anyone. and that setting it in a diff world would be nice- i mean, if you've got two sides of a huge war, they might as well do it at home, particularly if we aren't killing the 'bad guys' which is, really, the whole govt, because Earth government would get angry and there'd be bombs and the whole story really has nothing to do with humans( aside from Erick- but he can just be lacking in 'gift') but anyway, moving on!
then yesterday i started working on the climax for DOW- because i work backwards mostly. the Plot Bunnies give me a climactic scenario-
i figure out the following
Who- who are the charries
what-is happening exactly
how- did they get into this mess
Why- did any of this happen
huh- any other details.

take DOW
who- nida(me) is
what- trying to save her friend
how-because he was kidnapped by Shadows( antagonists) to
why- force nida into surrendering something, which is
huh- a magical amulet containing the power of the sea.

and so i know the climax best, and as i progress in the story, i rewrite it. before, nida jumped out the window- now she jumps into the lake. in a week or so, she'll do something different. and mom and i finished 'book of a thousand days' it is well loved. My Lord the cat! My Lord the cat! i love my cats even more now!( My Lord is it's name, the cat in the book- i'm not breaking Commandment #3, i promise!)

and today i blogged.
and in drama preformed my commercial.
in drama, we split into groups and created a product- then made a commercial for it.
our/my product was the 'ipod omni'
the size of a cereal box, it
knits sweaters
makes pie
takes video and pics
has a shotgun
makes phone calls
has Internet access
cleans your room
does homework
takes care of siblings and pets.
everything short of playing music.

and it has a looooong list of side effects, including but not limited to : Black death, dental hydroplosions,freezer burn, hair loss, fatigue, appreciation of Brittney Spears, Ebola, and Death. there were lots more, i don't care to list them.

it was soo funny!


so, yeah, thats about it :)
so, anyway, more later!

psats, Dogear, a tad bit of ranting and a mindstory update

so..been a bit since i lats blogged, but i have been swamped! gone before dawn, back after black( the sky) my days go from 5:00 am to around ten, when i fall asleep. and then there's the middle of the night water trips, or dealing with cat( i am SO sick of ppl telling me to put the cat out- if i do that IT GOES MEOW! and makes even more noise. so! and i'm writing all this while listening to the soundtrack of my life, otherwise known as my youtube playlist, as i have yet to get a functional ipod. i have also moved into my new room. the move into said new room is 95% compeat, i still have some stuff downstairs. anyway, onward!
PSATs
the sophs at BHS took them yesterday. they were ok, some of the math was hard, i didn't know a few words(only one or two!) but i think i did well. although everyone i asked(in a poll afterward) filled in the bubble that society considers them(white, black American, Asian/Pacific islander, Latino/a, i bubbled in other. i know, i know' they need to know, to help me. well, since when does the color of my skin have SQUAT to do with what i know? and besides, i didn't see' Northern European' on there. i didn't see' German' or 'Scottish' or 'Italian' on there!i didn't 'French' on there. i never even saw' European' just white. what about Russia? even though its in Asia, i bet Russians are just 'white' it . makes. me .so. sick! I AM NOT A BUBBLE! I am ANNA *******************(omitting last and middle names) AND I AM "OTHER" so there. i urge you to do likewise. please. for the sake of change. c'mon.
also, they say 'you have 30 minutes. i love that. only- i finish early most times- they tell you not to guess- you get points taken off for wrong answers. so i finished fast. and wrote the climax of my novel, SOD, version 5, in eraser on my desk. it was fun! but i've forgotten my wording. however i recall the idea. i still have my first ever draft of the end. a summery of the end, really, so changed! so, so changed! its v. diff from any of the other ending, and i like it better- i shall reveal this new ending idea to no one!, so if you thought you knew- maybe you don't now! ha!


DOGEAR
dogear is the play i am in. i've been going to rehearsals everyday almost, for about 3 hours. it's hard work, but it is a really great play. the writer is a great guy, and really funny. the plot is as follows- minus awesome suprise ending that even the characters do not see coming!
in a disatopian semi-future, everything is corporate. all coffee is Starbucks, all sandwich's are subway, all books are chain bookstore. the libraries are dead, with no funding. but, enter ian and ell, a middle aged, book store accountant and adventures, idealistic coffee girl, who are pulled into a ..conspiracy to undermine the system and bring back library's, in this play about readers, rebels, and writing your own ending. i'll post show times and places later. it is free.


tad bit of ranting
so i'm mormon, everyone here knows it, right? well, you do now.  most other sects of Christianity don't think of us as Christians, which to me makes no sense, i mean, i believe in God, i Believe in my Savior, Jesus Christ and that He died for my sins and the sins of the world. can't we all get along, please? but no... it seems we can't.
my Pet Peave of the day: when someone tells you to 'just ignore it' DON'T YOU GUYS GET THAT IT JUST DOESN"T WORK FOR SOME THINGS?
so i've been having issues with a couple of Born-agains. i respect that they believe in that, and i'd be perfectly fine with the whole thing, i try to fallow that one bumpersticker' coexist ' written in religious symbols. but THEY won't leave me alone. they tell me daily that i'm' not christian' 'am following the devil' 'am going to burn in hell' and various other things. the first few days i ignored it.( if you want to know how it is they know, i was com paining to a friend about seminary.)
after that, i started saying ' when, i personaly DO believe in Jesus Christ, and axcept Him as my Savior. what is your definition of being Christian?' or  ' believe what you want, and i'll believe what i want. no, can we get back to the math?' or someting like that. finaly, i blew up and shout, at lunch, after many days' fine, see you there' i stoprmed off feeling angery and quite proud. didn't last long, but hey.
a few days before this, he brought up batism for the dead( which, btw, is in the new testement as well!) and i said something like 'well, yeah.  what about ppl that didn't learn about christ?' and he kept going on about everyone knowing somehow, and i'm like 'well, how about the ppl in , oh, say, AFRICA 80 years before his birth? how could they have known?' do they need to burn in hell. its just a little strange...' and turned asreound but he kept going on, and on, and on. so right now i am very sick of bornagains. not all born-agains, just two.but oh!
why cant everyone just respect everyone elses beliefes? for heavens sake!. sigh.
'we claim the privlage of whorshiping almighty God acording to the dictates of our own consience and alow ALL men( and children and women) the same privlege, let them worship how, where or what they may.' the end! i ahgree! unless thebelieve involves : belittling others, killing people. and i'm pretty sure most don't involve those... the POLITICAL part of a religion might, but not the SIRITUAL park. i think. not sure...hmm. but didn't Jesus say ' whatsoever you do to the least[ and presumily all others] of my brethern, you do unto me'? so when someone  condems ME to hell...woohee! i guess ole bornagain better stop. but seriosly. is it really so hard to respect? really? no ones asking you to agree, or convert , just acknolage , and not be mean. 

mind story update
Sod is henceforth my main focus, however i keep a notebook abd computer files with various ideas and storys that i play around with at randown times, including 'DotW' 'Ikenna', ' Whisper of earth and sky'aka 'Remembering Peace', 'unicornboy'(only  mindstory thus far) and ' child of the elements.'
plot summaries will be posted  when i a. have time.
b. creat sentaces to go with ideas.
c. give a back story to the random charater profiles!

anyway, it is late, (but i have no seminary tomorrow, haliluja!) so off i go. i bet no one read this whole thing....

anyway, more later

DOTW, SOD

as requested, here are some excerpts from Sod and DOTW.
first, a mini synopsis/teaser thingy for DOTW. i posted one for SOD a few months ago.

Nerida, aka Nida, a 12 year old loner/misfit with a passion for the sea, learns that she is a 'daughter of the waves', the sole child of the sea spirit, with the powers of the ocean within her. The spirit had been destroyed only days after Nida's birth, and Nida was given a human form with the last of her mother's  magic, and sent to a small, landlocked city.  but now, a strange force wants her powers, and will stop at nothing to get them. With a single friend by her side, Nida must learn to control her powers in order to save her self, and prehaps all of humanity, from the Shadows.

and now, and excerpt.

I got off the bus  at my stop, but rather than head home, I picked my way to this little park, not very big, with a sand box, and other stuff for little kids. I plopped down on a swing and just hung there, staring out at the little clump of trees that blocked the view of the street. Without really caring, I started to swing. Aside from being in the water, or drawing, swinging was the one time I felt free, a time I felt like I could fly. My worries just vanished, left behind on the ground while I soared. The wind was picking up, swirling my dark hair around. The wind brushed past my face, like a breath of freedom. Wind was, in essence, the freest thing. The water was trapped by the tides, by the shores. But not the wind. The wind was something very different. Nothing could truly trap the wind, not forever. As I swung, lost in my thoughts, the sun sank lower. I glanced up, and realized I’d better get home. My mom would be back from work by now. With a final glance at the wild blue sky, I headed for home.

and now for a bit of SOD.

That night, Nadia slept fitfully, her dreams twisting, frightening. Then they changed altogether. She saw Sondra, faint and shimmering, heard Sondra’s voice, soothing at first. “Stones,” she began. “Stones, Ekasaf has found your town. He and his minions will be coming. I cannot meet you again, for though Ekasaf is in your world, my Isle is under siege. I will send help, if I can. Beware the Song. I tried, I tried, please, beware.” Nadia’s dream-self reached a hand out to the faerie. “What song? What do you mean? What’s going on?” she became frantic as the image of the faerie prophetess began to fade. “WAIT!”
“Forgive me. Please, forgive me. I am so sorry. Idid not mean to...forgive me.” The image of Sondra’s sorrowful face, eyes brimming with tears as she spoke, faded to nothingness.


and thats all for now!

on a sad note, my cat, walker, is missing, for over 24 hours now. most people think, thats not that long, for an outdoor cat. but walker's NEVER goone all night, and if he ever is, he's waiting to come in at dawn. he's lazy, he sits in the sun on the patio. but no one saw him yesterday. and he didn't come in all last night.
my neighbor said he heard a loud cat fight in the lot close by... i'm worried about my kitty! tcm doesn't think anythings wrong, but i'm not so sure. he didn't come when i called, wistled, or shook the cat treat box!
anyway, more later
anyway, more later

oh, so happy!

hi!
so yesterday was bhs registration for 10th,11th, and 12th graders. my dad's reaction 'when i was that age, all you did was show up on the first day!'
I'm pleased w/ my classes, i got team sports, which is good, considering i had put 'soccer' as a second choice for PE. that's not so good. for my feet, i mean.
and i got dramatic arts. yay! last year i got put in a special drama class, and, since it was only for 10,11,12 graders, i had to drop it. (don't the admin people ever think?! goodness!)

back to why i am so very happy.
i spent 3 hours on the comp. typing. typing SOD. i went through my youtube playlist twice!
i listen to the songs while i type, you see, it helps me concentrate.
i said before i was at page 50. but...that was when , at the end of a chapter(I'm going to start chapter 10 today) i left the rest of the page blank. to conserve paper, and space and junk, i got rid of the spaces. and was at page 41....
so yesterday, i reached page 50. finally! it has been almost 1 year since i began. my characters have become more real,  and other things. I'm so very proud. sadly, i typed up all the untyped stuff i had(excluding, of course, my ending and epilouge possibilities)

as for DOTW, i am on page 12.  i have not divided it into chapters at all, and have about 5 pages in a notebook, waiting to be typed.  which i shall do today. or tomorrow.

umm...huh. i thought i had more to say... guess not.
next post i'll be posting a segment, just a tiny one, of DOTW or SOD. cast your vote in comments!
thanks!
anyway, more later

i want chocolate

so i survived cub scout camp, just barely.
today, i walked up the hill, and i got a haircut. yes! i got a hair cut! i decided i didn't really want to get my hair done at camp, and besides, i won't have much time at camp, as i'll be on a 20 mile hike for most of the time. i know, 20 miles isn't much. you try doing that with
* weak ankles that get  hurt with the slightest stumble
* bunions
*heavy pack
* a dozen or so other girls that aren't big on waiting up. or talking about books.

so yeah.

today i'm going to be helping genun with his eagle scout project, and then i'm going to a pioneer day bbq. i'm gonna have fun with that.
i haven't been writing as much as i should be, on either of my little fantasy stories, but i have gotten a bit more. here is an excert from  The Stones of Destiny.


A tall, willowy woman stared out across the waters, gazing at the reflections of the stars. Her long blue hair was the color of the sea at night, nearly black, and smooth as silk. Another woman, this one shorter, with hair the color of a cherry tree's new blossoms, went to her.
"Sondra," The second woman called softly into the mist. "Sondra, is it time?"

"No, Bethaniee, the time is soon, but for now, Faerie is safe."
The woman stood, and stretched her wings, for she was not mortal, but a faerie, a member of the race mortals seemed to classify as nothing more than stories for children as they went to bed, heads filled with dreams of tomorrow. Her brow creased as she wondered how long her people had before the growing evil destroyed the peacefulness of her world. As if in answer to her question, a low boom echoed across the sea. It was over, after four long years, it was finally over. But the woman did not rejoice. This time, Good had not won; as she knew it would not.

"Bethaniee, Grace," Sondra whispered. "Gather the Guardians, and the Stones! The time is now!"
Grace, the third of the four faeries on The Island began to weep, softly, wind causing her light green tunic to billow. Everything else was still, as if in mourning, the stars dimmed, "Is- is the King…"

"Yes. The King has fallen. Faerie is all but destroyed," Sondra said sorrowfully. "There is little time left for us to work. To save Faerie, we must act now, and send the Guardians to Earth. This is the only way."

"Yes, I know," Grace whispered softly, wiping tears from her eyes.
Henna, a fourth faerie, the youngest of them, her long golden hair shining in the light of the moon, spoke up. "The Prophecy! Will it truly come to pass?" her amber eyes glowed with a combination of fear and hope.
“Yes,” Sondra told her, with grief in her voice. “All of it.”

"Has the time come at last?" Two voices from the shadows spoke at once as two golden shapes emerged to join the faerie.

"Oricy, Quinlan, yes, it is time," Bethaniee said, her voice a whisper.
Two more shapes, these a pale silver in color, coalesced from the darkness. "We are here," a soft, birdlike voice called out.
"Aruta, Karanna, come here, to the circle." Sondra instructed. She gestured to a carved circle, set in to the stone. Aruta, Oricy, Karanna, and Quinlan, the Guardians, gathered in the center of a stone sun, and the faeries began to chant:




"Moon of two worlds
Stars of four
Back to earth
Open your door
That those before you
May safely pass
This we ask, of you
Let it be so!”

After three times, the sun began to glow with a pale light, not quiet silver, not quite gold and the four Guardians vanished, each with a small, white box, each with a name set in gold.

 this is only a rough draft, keep in mind
anyway, more later!

i can't think of a title.

Mon and TCM are still across the pond, in London now.
The bump on my head from yesterday's sailing trip is practically gone, and doesn't even hurt now.
My crazy cats, who i promise I'll post pics of later, are calmer. must be the weather, they haven't tried to kill each other all summer.
Tasha is off to a sleep away camp....
So what have I been up to? updating my blog (as you know see, i have links to the webbies /blogs of some of my fave authors, and my Friends. more to come!)
And just hanging out, on other people's blogs.
One of my fave authors, Sarah Beth Durst, has a section of her blog where she posts obscure or not-so-obscure fairy tales, with commentary. Check them out, they are very much worth it! I read one of them, "Jack my Hedgehog'' (Anyone heard of it? besides Q, who I know has?) out loud to me dad, who thought it was very funny. I thought it was very funny too, and I swear I heard my kitty purring, but that might have been the bottle of kitty treats i was holding, so......
hmm, here is.. whats that word? oh forget it! here is a tiny bit of Daughter of the Waves. enjoy

"I was running, running, my heart pounding in my ears, in the soles of my bare feet. ‘Get away, get away!’ my only thought, reverberating. Who was I running from? Shapeless forms, nameless phantoms, nightmares. They were chasing me. I was inside, a dark, old house. I ran, and ran. i heard waves on the side of the house, lapping gently.  My feet burned, my lungs were on fire, but still I ran, down the hall, up the creaky wooden stairs. A door blocked me, it was locked! i kicked it in, or tried to. Not even a dent!  I turned and saw my attacker, and I screamed.

I woke with a jolt. The dream had been so real, my heart was still beating fast. as i headed down stairs, i saw something out of the corner of my eye. A shadow...."

just a rough draft. whaddya think?
anyway, more later