Saturday, September 17, 2011

Back to Normal

It's September. I think we're all already over the whole "Back To School" thing. Or at least you are. I didn't end up going back to school this year. I'm taking a yar off in which to rewrite my novel and to work.

I finished Divided a few months ago, and I'm only getting around to the rewrites now, because I'm lame like that. I was going through and editing, and then I realized how awful my first draft was. It was messy and disconnected, so I've thrown out most of the story and I'm starting over. Hopefully the new version will be better.

Other than that, my life has been a pretty dull blur of working all the time. I need the money I guess, so it makes sense to be working, but I would much rather be writing.

That's about it for my life.

So how've you been, one or two people that actually read my blog? What sort of things would you like to see from me? More writing things? More real-life posts? More made-up stuff about my real life?

Monday, August 1, 2011

Well, Hello

It's been about a million years since my last post, so I'll give you a quick update.

I finished Divided. It's about 70,000 words. Perhaps a little longer. I'm editing it at the moment (sort of) and I've also begun the sequel. I think we're gonna end up with a trilogy here, folks. Oh yeah.

I made a poster thing for the series. I'm very proud of it. It has dates for each book, which are my hopeful finish dates. (:

Monday, June 13, 2011

Nine Days To Go

Until I finish my novel.

This is going to be crazy. x.x

Friday, May 20, 2011

Sometimes I Wonder About Myself

I love change.

It also terrifies me.

I'm scared shitless about going to college this fall. I don't want to do it, because I'm cared of failure. I've been at the same school for four years, and I've changed so much since I walked into the building. I was scared of meeting new people, so I latched onto my sisters friends.

I left that group, became sad and then found new friends. Well, new friends found me.

I wish I was a kid again.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Canadian Politics

Last night, the results came in for the federal election. The Conservative Party has won a majority. And, strangely enough, the NDP have upset the Liberals and are now the official Opposition. What does this mean for Canada? Stay tuned to find out. Just not tuned here, because I lose interest in thing quickly.

I have always been a Conservative girl. My father is Conservative and loudly opinionated about it. I like to parrot the opinions of those close to me, so don't take too much of what I say for truth. I personally think that the NDP are not a good choice for government. That being said, as the official opposition, they might do some good. Just please, please for the love of god, do not elect them to run anything. We cannot, as a country, afford NDP policies. We can, however, afford their ideals so long as they're budgeted properly.

The Liberals being upset was probably the most shocking to me. It's always been, in Canada, a two party system. Conservative Minority with a Liberal opposition, and vice versa. Occasionally one of them will get a majority, but it doesn't happen that much. We're a cautious buch, Canadians.

A lot of people (a stupid amount, really) are worried about Canada becoming a police state now that Harper has a majority government. Hmm, it's not like he hasn't been Prime Minister for a while already. He's going to go mad with power, no matter how much political experience he has.

Yeah right, kids. Last time I checked, the only time Canada was put into a state of martial law was during the FLQ terrorist acts. And wait, wasn't it a Liberal who was in power? Call me crazy, but I really don't think Harper is going to do the same thing. He's done this before. Calm down everyone. Let your beloved NDP slow him down, if you like. There's a lot of them. Not too many, however, with political experience.

But whatever, you know. Everyone is entitled to their opinions. Mine is that not a lot is going to change. Get over it.

I hope that the Libs smarten up and put someone actually likeable in charge of their party though. They have a perfectly gorgeous mini-Trudeau just sitting around. Seriously, if they wait till he's old and gross before they let him run, I will be so mad. He's already like 40, guys. 

Monday, April 18, 2011

Because I'm a Nerd Face

Questions for my characters. (:

1. How old is he/she?
Gabe is 18, Gen is 17 and Dan is 17
2. What does he/she do with his/her spare time?
Gen plays the piano, reads and watches stupid movies with Dan. Dan mows the lawn a lot and goes to parties. Gabe mopes.
3. Does he/she see the big picture or live in the moment?
Dan is mainly a live in the moment kind of guy. Things generally don't bother him for long, if they even do. Gen is a big picture sort of gal. Gabe mopes.
4. Is he/she a perfectionist?
Dan is not. He's a little sloppy and doesn't sweat the small stuff. Gabe is definitely a perfectionist. He actually has nothing better to do. Gen is somewhere in between.
5. What does her handwriting look like? (round, slanted, curly, skinny, sloppy, neat, decorative, etc.)
Gabe has a spidery sort of scrawl. He's one of the few people who can read it, and that suits him just fine. Dan's writing is actually very neat, although large. Gen has tiny, perfect cursive because she's unbearably girly that way.
6. Favorite animal?
Gen loves dogs, especially Sargent Pepper, her German Shepard. He's probably bigger than she is. Dan has never missed a shark week ever. Animals don't like Gabe. He mopes about it.
7. Does he/she have any pets?
Gen has Sargent Pepper, Dan has a goldfish named Jaws, and Gabe has a cat named Leo. Leo hates Gabe with a passion.
8. Does he/she have any siblings? How many? Where does he/she fit in?
Dan is an only child, but his parents had always wanted more than one kid. Gabe has a younger sister named Lucy, but he rarely sees her because she lives with their father. Gen has a step-brother named Jake, and a half-brother named Graeme.
9. Does he/she have a 'life verse' and if so what is it?
No idea what that is...
10. Favorite writing utensil? 
Gabe prefers computers. They're much neater than handwriting. Gen likes colourful pens. Dan likes pencils.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Hey everyone

Sorry I haven't been posting lately (not that you care, likely). I've been busy writing my novel. I'm at 20,000 words now, and I'm pretty stoked about it. I like writing. Unfortunately I've let it take over my life. I've fallen behind in all of my classes thanks to my incessant writing nonsense, and I can't be bothered to care. This may not be a good thing.

Oh well! It's not that much of a loss. I never really did work in classes before, so I'm sure I'll get by. Kind of. I should get started on a Food and Nutrition project. Midterms come out soon. Augh.

Anyway, not sure what's going on with this post. Deal with it.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

I'm Sorry

I should have done better for you Jake. You were the best dog anyone could ask for. I'm going to miss you so much.

Rest in Peace. I know the temptation to haunt mom is strong, but you deserve a little rest.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

CD Palooza

Today, Brittany, Megs and I became a CD factory.Britt was doing special, limited edition Howler EPs because they're going to be recording a proper album soon. I'm pretty excited for them.

But anyway, Brit decided to do this this morning, apparently. She asked me if my laptop burned CDs last night, so I figured something was up. But I didn't expect the large scale awesome that she  had planned. She drew a picture on every single one of the EPs, all of them different and origional. It was pretty fun. I sketched out a few of them and burned the CDs while she drew and inked them, and Megs cut, folded and glued all of the covers.

There's one or two that were made after this picture was taken, but ah well. It was fun to make them. The dark lines that you can see are all Brit's. She has an awesome style, no? I hope they sold well tonight. I should ask her. I think there were 20 of them altogether. Aren't they gawgeous? Not as gawgeous as Brittany herself, of course. (: Here's a video for their song Jesse James if you're interested in beautiful, talented people.

Props to my Howlin' friend! 20 personalized, hand drawn CDs in one day? Accomplished. Now would be a good time for our awesome fist-bump robot handshake.

I'm responsible for the pencil lines of about three of the CDs in the above image. She did the pen for them, and did the rest all by her lonesome. Hope their show at Mansion went well. (: I couldn't go because my sister had basketball and my parents were driving her out. And Monica is too lame to drive me places.

Monday, April 4, 2011

Oh god oh god oh god

I just posted the first bit of Divided on Inkpop.

I'm so nervous and excited and generally wound up.

I laughed and cried when I got my first comment.

I need to go to bed before I explode. Goodnight.

Saturday, April 2, 2011


My characters are all such idiots. I love it. Here, have some excerpt. (: Any feedback would be hugely appreciated, as this story is going to be making it's Inkpop première soon! I'm only 2 days away from 10,000 words! :o

“I’m sorry I brought them here.”
                Gen half opened her eyes, turning over in her bed, sheets tangling around her legs. “Hello?” She asked, sitting up and pushing her hair out of her face. “Who’s there?” She squinted, but couldn’t make out anything from the darkness in the room.
                “I didn’t mean to bring them here, Gen. I thought that I lost them when-“The voice halted, unsure. “I’m so sorry. You could have gotten hurt.”
                “I’m fine.” Gen said, flopping back down. “Don’t worry ‘bout it.” She yawned.
                “Remember me, Gen. Learn to see again. Please.”
                ‘Alright,” Gen rolled over, closing her eyes again. “I’ll do that. In the morning.”
                “You’re a tool.”
                “Thanks, Zeph.”
                “Zeph!” Gen bolted upright, looking around the room wildly. Light poured in from the windows now, illuminating the room with a soft golden glow. “Zeph!” She repeated, throwing her covers off her legs and searching the room. “Where are you?”

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

It's Wrong

Homosexuals, that is. Obviously they're evil and out to convert everyone to their wretched ways.


Now, before you go off and start hating, this is not my opinion. It's my fathers.

I can't blame him for having opinions that differ from mine. I don't see why people being homosexual is wrong in any way. Love is love, and we're lucky if we can find it, no matter who from. Dad thinks "It's wrong." with no reasons as to why. I said that, with all the over-population that the world has, homosexuals aren't having children (generally. Also, I think that people can be homosexual for any reason they like, but I was trying to appeal to his sense of reason). He says that they adopt other peoples children and teach them ways that are wrong. I think the only kind of 'wrong' parenting is done by parents who don't love their children properly. If a kid has two moms or two dads, that shouldn't be a problem, so long as the parents love and support their child properly. If kids are being adopted and loved, that's a good thing.

And who's to say that he wasn't the one who was raised right? Because I'm willing to believe that he wasn't exactly raised in an accepting environment.

If being with someone of your same sex makes you happy, then there is nothing wrong with it. As long as your happiness doesn't require hurting another person, then there should never be something wrong with it. I don't know why it has to be such a big deal. Can't we all just accept eachother?

Tonight I'll be singing with my choir at an event hosted by my School's GSA (Gay Straight Alliance). And I am proud to show my support for them. I'm glad that my school is open and accepting enough to have such a group. And I think that it would be a good idea for all schools to have one, or an equivalent. By ignoring or hating what is different among ourselves, we become weaker. Acceptance and love, people.

I'm saying this as a straight female. I have a good friend who's a lesbian. My sisters best friend is gay. There's absolutely no need to feel threatened by the sexuality of others. We're all just people, ya know?

Monday, March 28, 2011

Music quiz/meme thing

Tagged by Qui.

List 10 (music) Artists you love, in no particular order, without looking at the questions below.
2. Florence and The Machine
3. Mumford and Sons
4. The Rankin Family
5. Coldplay
6. Enya
7. The Corrs
8. Reba
9. Styx
10. Pink Floyd

Now for the questions!!!!! 

1. What was the first song you've ever heard by 6? 
Hard to say for sure. The first one I remember was Orinocco Flow though.


2. What's your favourite song of 8? 

3. What kind of impact has 1 left on your life?
She's kind of my best friend. Just sayin'. Well, Brit is. Nick is not a girl, nor my best friend.

4. What's your favourite lyric of 5's? 
"I'm gonna buy a gun and start a war, if you can tell me something worth fighting for..."

5. How many times have you seen 4 live? 
Zero. They're broken up now. The sisters were touring a while back though.

6. What's your favourite song of 7? 
Toss the Feathers.

7. Is there any song of 3 that makes you sad? 
Thistles and Weeds can bring me close if I'm already a bit emotional and singing along as loud as I can. Weird, yes, but shhh.

8. What's your favourite song by 9? 
Crystal Ball.
9. How did you first get into 2? 
I think she came on Ray's i-pod when it was on shuffle.

10. How did you first get into 3?

Same, actually...

11. What's your favourite song by 4? 
North Country. Makes me feel feelings. Reminds me of the North.

12. How many times have you seen 9 live? 
None times.

13. What is a good memory concerning 10? 
Comfortably Numb and reading books. Yeah.

14. Are there any songs of 8 that make you sad? 
If You See Him, If You See Her, and Every Other Weekend.

15. What is your favourite song of 1's? 
Jack o' Lantern, Brittle Bones and Fox Eyes

16. How did you become a fan of 10?
My dear brother played them a lot, way back when.

I tag your face.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

We Have Come Together

-Insert Canadian Improv Games oath here-

I have beautiful, talented friends. I've just gotten back from Kitchener, where I watched the Tri-city improv tournament finals. I laughed, I cried (I did, but only once. Oh Brit!), and I seriously enjoyed watching the friendliest, most awesome competition ever. Improv is an awesome sport.

My school has an amazing team. They're creative, their funny, they're talented (Not to mention extremely good looking c; ) and they have so much heart. The whole time I watched the competition, I thought, "How could they not win?" They put themselves on the line, every time. And it paid off.

They won, but I don't know if they expected to. They were sitting so tightly together, wrapped up in a nervous hug. And when the other teams were awarded their places, they would jump up and cheer, only to return once again to their huddle. The whole time they were sitting holding hands, too. They're a family, they really are. When they were called up for first place, they were so excited and crazy, and in awe. They're going to Nationals!

And then, when they had been presented their medals, the other improv teams descended upon them to congratulate them and hug it out. That's why it's a beautiful sport. Everyone legitimately loves each other, even if they'd only met recently.

I'm jealous of the improv kids. There's no way in the world I resent them for their love and passion for what they do. I just wish I had that feeling of being so involved in something so tight like that. I'm friends with all of them, but I will always be on the outside of what they have. And that's all right. But I've realized, that what I really want out of life is that. That feeling of belonging, of love, and acceptance and comradeship.

I don't know. I just want something that meaningful in my life.

I'm completely bringing down this post with my obnoxious feelings. Allow me to do so some more.

I think I may have strong feelings of love and or attraction to someone. I'm not sure however, because I sometimes find it hard to figure out what I've fabricated and what I actually feel. I'm emotionally convoluted. And I don't want to risk my friendship with the guy if I'm not sure what I feel.

Dear readers, what do you do when you're in love? How can you tell? I just don't know how.

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Ancient Monks Of Awesome

I promised I would share an excerpt yesterday, but I decided to have a social life, so I didn't get around to it. My friends are doing SCIENCE now, so I figure I'm good to get this done. Also, because they were here, I didn't get my 750 words done yesterday. I'm not sure if I'm mad at myself or willing to give myself a day off every Friday for sociability. Probably the latter, because I do like having friends.

Anyway, He's the excerpt. It's just a random bit of dialogue from page 14. Exciting!

“I’m kidnapping you, obviously.” Dan told her, straight-faced. “Get in the car.”
                “I have to pick up Jake from school and Graeme from daycare.” Gen told him, shaking her head. “I can’t participate in your antics today.”
                “Gen, you wound me so,” Dan complained, placing a hand on his chest. “Do you really think I don’t know what your every Friday looks like? I cancelled my antics for an evening at the castle. I brought  a few old western movies.”
                Gen shook her head, laughing, as she got into the passenger seat. “Why are you so great?” She asked, buckling her seatbelt. “It’s disconcerting.”
                “Practice.” Dan grinned at her, then pulled into the flow of traffic headed towards the elementary school.
                “You must spend hours just being great.” Gen commented. “Because it is a mastery of being great that you have.”
                “I learned the craft from the secret monks of awesome.” Dan said. “It was an arduous journey to their temples of righteousness, but well worth it. My greatness expanded exponentially.”
                Gen snorted with laughter, feeling lighter than she had all day. “I would attempt the journey, but, alas, I’d not survive.”

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Sir Jake the Faithful

My dog is a nut. He's fifteen years old, and starting to look it. And the poor bugger lives for nothing except for my mother. He follows her around, pines when she's not home, and generally loves her and only her (Unless someone else has food, of course).

This week, my mother and my sister, Monica, have gone to Ottowa to see Algonquin college, where Monica intends to go to get her pilots license. Of course, that means that Jake's reason for living isn't home. When I woke up this morning, I saw Jake, lying motionless in Mom's room.

I just about had a heart-attack, which is a great way to start the day off. Jake wasn't dead, thank god, which I probably should have known (He sleeps like the dead, that dog. Seriously, he doesn't move for hours when he sleeps), because there's no way that dog is gonna die when Mom's not safe at home, and even then, if he goes, who will follow her around all the time?

Of course, with her not here, he's peed everywhere, and will likely do so some more today, because no one is home.

In other news, Spring has officially sprung. Not only on the calender, but in actuality. I saw flowers today. Purple crocus' and those little white flowers I've always called Snow Drops, but I'm not sure if that's the correct name. I'll take some pictures tomorrow.

Also, I kind of want to do those stupid facebook fill in the blanks quizzes/memes for my characters. Is that lame?

Also, I just noticed, I have ten followers now! Woohoo! And, because I am going to involve you all, do you have any pets? Tell me about them!

Monday, March 21, 2011

750 Words

I am beginning to work seriously on My Soul To Keep (Seriously, I need a new title. This one is lame.), and because I love (hate) myself so much, I'm giving myself a deadline. I am going to have my first draft done by July 21th. Done, as in finished, with a beginning, a middle, and end, plot points, character development, the whole deal.

How will I get this done, you ask? I will, from now on, be writing 750 words a day. That seems like a reasonably figure, doesn't it? I wanted to kickstart my manuscript by writing 10,000 over the break, but, because I'm lame and rarely stick to my goals, I only wrote 2000 over the whole week. It's not like I was doing anything else, either. I was just being lazy.

But no more! And, in case you care and want me to stay on track, I will be posting an excerpt from the story every Friday. This may be a decent, comprehensible excerpt, or a smattering of lines I like. I won't have the full 5000 or so words to choose from this week, since today is the first day of the challenge, but whatever. Maybe it should be every Monday? Whatever. Friday seems like a better day for blogging.

I'm gonna do it.

Current word count 255/750
Not bad. It's only 10:22 am

Tuesday, March 15, 2011


I've been thinking about my story lately, and it's getting out of hand. But I will be writing it anyway, and figuring it all out later. I'm just sort of bumbling through it and procrastinating a lot. My goal for March Break was to write 10,000 words. I've written about 500. Whoohoo. And here I am, not working on it some more. I need to get my but in gear here. Lord.

Spring has sprung! The snow is almost gone, and I didn't have to wear a winter coat when I went out for lunch with Brittany today! YES! Suck it, Winter. I just want to sing and dance and be happy. So I did. I did some twirls and leaps on my way home from The Best Little Menu (If you live in Grimsby, check it out!). 

Speaking of singing, Howler is going to be recording an album this month! Brittany is pretty stoked about it, and for good reason. Howler is one of the top new bands in Niagara, and they deserve it. If ever you get a chance to go to one of their shows, do it up! It's worth it!

Brittany is one of my best friends. We started a blog together, which you can find a link to in the sidebar, and, though it has very little content right now, we're just  sort of throwing ideas around for a someday cafe. We'll probably have more collab stuff to follow, such as The Fox and The Crow (Which will be a collab art and writing book project thing) and, occasionally we sing together, which rocks. Brittany has a sweet voice, and we do a lot of harmony to songs. I might be doing some harmony stuff on the Howler album, so we'll see how it goes. If it doesn't happen, I'll be a little disappointed, because I just like being involved. It's fun.

Also, I love all of you that have taken the time to read anything I've written here. Seriously, even if you don't comment ever, I like to think you're out there, somewhere, reading what I have to say. I can try to be better at having opinions that matter to you all, but I basically just live my life and do what is to be done. You all rock.

Thursday, March 10, 2011


 Hey Everyone. Been a while, hasn't it? Sorry about that. I got distracted by the sledgehammer being constantly beaten into my head. Not for real. It's a metaphorical sledgehammer. It still hurts like a bitch though.

Because you're all such beautiful people, I have something nice for you. Here's an excerpt from the beginning of my novel project My Soul To Keep (I seriously need a new title. Help me out here). It's very vague.

 He flew through the trees, glancing back over his shoulder often, trying to catch sight of his pursuers. He could hear them, shouting to each other, he could see the glimpses of coloured light, ready to lance out and touch him, to drain him away. He ran faster, pumping his legs with all the power he could.
                His lungs burned, his chest ached. He was too weak to get away. One of their lights had hit him. He couldn’t shift to a safer form, anymore. He was trapped in his body. His slowly weakening, fragile body. Soon they would be upon him, and he would feel their teeth as they tore him to shreds. They would kill him, as they killed everyone like him. He had managed to evade them for years. How had they caught up with him now?
                He tried to remember the last time he’d felt safe. It had been so long. A face swam slowly up to the surface of his mind. A girl’s face, smiling at him, a tooth missing from her wide grin. She had been so young, and yet had offered him more protection than anyone else ever had. Offered him friendship, compassion. And then, suddenly, she had stopped visiting. He didn’t know why. He had seen her, walking near the path, wistful and sad, and then she never came back.
Would she remember him? She would be older now. She would help him. She had to.
                Could she be strong enough to protect him from the hunters?
                Maybe. A goal in mind, he sped up again, leaving the hunters behind.  He wouldn’t be able to keep his breakneck pace for long, but that didn’t matter. She would save him. He would be able to rest when he found her.
                For now, that was enough to sustain him. He burst out of the cover of trees, and onto the road and into a pair of blinding lights. 

Intrigued yet? I hope so!