I’ve been tagged, looks like. I refuse to bow to the system! Rah-rah, fight da powah!

I lose the battle.

Comfy Sweaters, Writing and Fish has tagged me for some sort of thing in which I have to answer questions. So, let’s dive in to this shindig, shall we?

Part 1~Rules:

~You must post the rules
~Post eleven facts about yourself on the blog post
~Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post, and then create eleven new questions to ask the people you’ve tagged.
~Tag eleven bloggers, however, you can break the rules and tag fewer  people if you want. Make sure you hyperlink their names/blogs.
~Let them know you’ve tagged them!
~Have fun!

Part 2~Eleven Facts About Yourself

  1. I love JRPGs.
  2. I also love anime.
  3. My favorite music genres are symphonic metal, power metal, futurepop, and other assorted types of synth.
  4. My favorite colors are black, purple, and green.
  5. I think Earl Grey is second only to Green tea.
  6. I am a huge procrastinator.
  7. I love the smell of a new notebook or journal.
  8. I am rather certain that chocolate is its own food group.
  9. I am a fan of My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic.
  10. I’m in my imagination more often than in reality.
  11. I hate math classes.

Part 3 ~ Answering Questions

  1. Are you allergic to anything? What? Nuts of most types. Can’t eat anything with them in them, but I can eat peanut butter. I prefer soy nut butter, though. So yummy.
  2. Favorite book, album, and television show? Favorite book would be…do I have to pick just one? I have so many favorites. Favorite album would have to be Frozen Embers, by the Cruxshadows. It was my first CXS album, and what made me a fan. Favorite tv show is Firefly, hands down. Well, that and Once Upon A Time.
  3. What are your thoughts on teddy bears? Ohmygoshyesplzcanitbesquishyandfluffy?
  4. Your favorite art form(s) to create? That you love to read/look at/evaluate? Fantasy. The more epic the better.
  5. In 5 words, explain your relationship with cereal. Coocoo for Cocoa Puffs.
  6. What were you wearing yesterday afternoon? Uhh…black pants, a black and grey striped shirt, a black jacket, and black Converse hightops with white laces.
  7. Boy bands? Angry Punk Girl Bands? I liked Backstreet Boys when I was a kid, and that’s about it.
  8. Where is the nearest window to where you are sitting and what can you see out of it? To my left, and it leads out to my grandma’s patio. The blinds are closed up, currently, though.
  9. Pens or pencilsPens. Black Pilot brand pens, those are lovely. Uniball pens are THE best, though.
  10. If you made a mix CD for your best friend what would be one or two of the songs in it be? Unhallowed Metropolis by Vernian Process and Fibonacci Sequence by Dr. Steel.
  11. Excellent band name that never was, hasn’t been, and should be? Elysium’s Exiled.

Part 4~ Questions From Me

  1. Steampunk or Cyberpunk?
  2. What is your favorite holiday?
  3. If you were one of the five elements, which would you be?
  4. What is your Hogwarts house?
  5. Favorite method of cooking chicken?
  6. Favorite video game?
  7. Disney movies! Which is the best?
  8. Coffee or tea? How do you take it?
  9. Moleskine notebooks – yea or nay?
  10. Do you know the muffin man?
  11. Are you [S][H][E][R]locked?

Part 5~ The Tagged Bloggers

The Pattie Project

Goggles and Lace

Pete Denton

Creativity Loving Muse

Oldest GenXer

Fyre Dragyn

Universal Shift



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Good News, Everyone!

Okay, first things first. Since I was naughty and didn’t post one last week, I’ve got your writing prompt here. I was listening to the radio, and a rather hokey song came on that I am too lazy to go look up, but one of the lyrics has kept bouncing around my head.

“On the upside of a downward spiral.”

What caused the downward spiral? What is the upside to it? Where will it all lead? You lot out there, go write and find out!

Now, with our regular Wednesday wild and crazy out of the way, I’ve got awesome things to tell. Firstly, the new browser mmo Sword Girls is out in open beta! Seriously, you need to play this game, it’s crazy fun. Personally, I chose the Darklore starter deck, if only because it sounds a lot like playing aggro black in Magic. Second, Script Frenzy. Ever heard of it? It’s a bit like NaNoWriMo, but for script writing, and instead of word count, you’ve got page count. 100 pages, to be exact. And, I might be doing this bad boy twice at once. Wait, that made no sense, did it? To clarify, I intend to write two 100-page-each scripts at once. Can I do it? Hopefully. Thirdly, and lastly, let’s talk webcomics! Specifically, let’s talk about the webcomic I’m going to be doing with a good friend of mine. Hence the double-dose of Screnzy I will be having.

The comic is titled Angelic Crisis, and features a vast array of wild and crazy people. The main plot follows a rather villainous Faerie and the angel he serves as the angel orchestrates a plot to take over the universe and rewrite it in the image of pure chaos. Opposing him are the forces of order, eventually led by another Faerie, and Villain!Faerie’s rival of sorts. I will very likely post more details soon, so hopefully this little bit of a teaser is tantalizing enough for ya. =]


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Writing Prompt: Tropes, everyone needs them!

It’s Wednesday, and we all know what that means! New prompt! What shall it be today…*strokes evil beard*

Honestly, I didn’t have any ideas, but I do now. Go to TVTropes. Yes, it is a black hole from which time is sucked in quicker than you can say “Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious”, but go anyway. At the top of the home page, under the search box, is a little blue button that says RANDOM. Click it. Write something based off the first trope that pops up.

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No, my precious streak!

So, I’ve been making myself write everyday with 750words.com. If you don’t know what that is, it’s a sort-of writing challenge where you have to write 750 words every day. It’s roughly three handwritten pages of anything. It’s helped me a good deal with figuring out some of the plot elements for The Sunset Trilogy (which may or may not get renamed again). Anyway, you get points of varying number, badges for certain things, it’s really cool in my opinion. I had a lovely streak going – nine days, I believe – and I forgot to write the day before yesterday. I was so close to getting whatever badge it was for going ten nights in a row (there’s a different one for mornings), and now I’ve got to rebuild my streak. Ah well.


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Inkwell Imaginings: Join the Workshops

If you’ve been around a bit, you may have seen my earlier post about the writing workshops of Inkwell Imaginings – specifically, their workshop on the hero’s journey. For any interested, you can attend the workshop meetings in a virtual capacity (you wouldn’t be the only one :D) through Livestream.

EDIT: Meetings are Fridays at 6:30 PM, Eastern Standard Time. You can also find Inkwell on Facebook.

The current workshop schedule is as follows:

March 2012

3/2- Critique Circle

3/9- World Building/ Setting (Kit)


-accepts such as technology, religion, landscape, culture, politics, etc.

3/16- Critique Circle

3/23- Time Management (Kit and Jenifer)

-How to stay focus

-Keeping your passion

-Setting goals (Reward system for Nano)

3/30-Critique Circle

April 2012

4/6- Write What You Know (Jenifer)

-exploring your own interests and hobbies

-drawing on your back round

-Non-fiction narrative about yourself, memorize, or a specific experience

4/13- Critique Circle

4/20- Write What You DON’T Know (Kit)

-picking a topic or experience you wish to know more about


-historical fiction, learning about a specific time of history

4/27- Critique Circle

May 2012

5/4- Acting it Out (Kit and Jenifer)

-paper sketches

-physically acting it out

-reading it out loud to yourself or to someone or have them read it out loud

5/11- Critique Circle

5/18- Writing Through Stress (Kit and Jenifer)

-tips and tricks of how to keep going

-how to deal with stress in a constructive way

5/25- Critique Circle

June 2012

6/1- Own Your Work, Validation, Incentive (Kit and Jenifer)

-confidence building

-stop saying you’re writing is CRAP

-giving yourself rewards during and after a project

-giving credit to EVERYTHING you write, because it will always teach you something

-Not getting burnt out

6/8- Critique Circle

6/15- Editing/ Revising (Kit and Jenifer)

-when to let go

-what to look for

-how many passes to make (3: 2 hard and 1 for typos)

-over kill does existed

-story length defines

6/22- Critique Circle

6/29- Self-Publishing (Jenifer)

-how to start

-process for hard copies

-process for e-books


-list price setting

July 2012

7/6- Critique Circle

7/13- Traditional Publishing (Kit)

-how to start (query letter)

-finding a good agent, contract negotiations

-pushing scams

-knowing that rejection is out there/ building a thick skin

-knowing what you are going in to/ author for a life time, not one book

-writer’s market

-Self VS. Traditional pros and cons

7/20- Critique Circle

7/27- Building your author brand (Kit and Jenifer)

-knowing how you want to be

-what kind of books you want out there with your name attached


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Writing Prompt: Ahh, zombies!

It’s the zombie apocalypse and your character is stuck in the middle of it. How are they escaping? Do they escape? Is there a chance for survival at all? Your task, should you choose to accept it, is writing to find out! Have fun!

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Flash Fiction: Approaching Lightspeed

Chuck Wendig, terribleminds.com

Go to Your Favorite Music Player. Dig out your digital music collection.

Maybe this is iTunes or Spotify, or use Pandora if you’d rather go that way.

Hit SHUFFLE, then “Play.”

Translation: pull up a random song.

The title to this song is the title to your story.

Use the song for inspiration, too, if you feel so inclined.

The siren blared throughout the complex, drawing soldiers from every corner. Hand in hand, they ran as fast as they could, hoping to get to the shuttle hanger before they were caught. Arrest meant death, and they were determined to survive.

“There they are!” the shout echoed down the steel hallway, the pair sprinting down a side passage as gunfire rained on the space they’d been standing in less than a second before. It wouldn’t be very long before the soldiers rounded the corner, and there was nowhere to duck if they were shot at.

“We’re going to die,” she said, gasping. Her legs burned from exertion, but terror refused to let her stop.  

“No,” he replied, fingers tightening around her hand in a reassuring squeeze. “We’ll make it. I promised you, and I intend to keep this one.”

A bullet flew by her ear, barely missing her.  She choked back a sob, afraid to look back. If it wasn’t for him, driving her on, she didn’t think she would still be moving. For that, she was thankful. They were together, and whether they lived or died, it would be together.

“There it is,” he said, her eyes moving in the direction his finger pointed. A large door stood ahead of them, the letters painted above the door reading HANGAR, with UNAUTHORIZED ENTRY NOT PERMITTED underneath. With his only free hand, he dug through his pocket, pulling out a white keycard.  He shielded her as they slowed, swiping the card quickly through the reader next to the door. The red light on the card reader stayed red.

“What the hell?” he muttered, brow furrowing in worry as he turned to look at the soldiers rounding the bend, lining up to offer no chance of escape back the way they came. He pressed himself closer to her, glaring at the armed men ready to end both of their lives.

“Drop the card,” one of them said. He didn’t move, he remained still as a statue as he eyed them, his hand hovering just above the reader. “Drop it, now.”

Without a word, he looked from the soldiers to her, hand tightening around hers once again.

He was keeping this promise or was going to die trying.

The card went down, followed closely by gunshots. This time, the light turned green, and the doors opened. Running through, he grit his teeth in pain, crimson leaking from several places. The bullets burned like acid when they’d entered, and he knew then his fate was now sealed. Though, he found it didn’t seem to matter all that much. Her smile was worth everything.

Her eyes widened at the sight of him, fear rising in her mind. Please let him be okay, she thought, praying to whatever god was listening. Hopefully, one of the nice ones could hear her. Hopefully, they would answer.

The shuttle they ran to was small, with a sleek and elegant design. They narrowly avoided another round of gunfire as they scrambled inside, locking the door behind them. Once they were safe behind thick metal, she fell to her knees, exhausted. He, however, kept moving to the cockpit. A coughing fit halted him, and he used the wall for support until he recovered enough to continue. She didn’t need to see his bloodstained hand to know what it meant.

“Come on, you need to buckle up.”

She raised her head, looking towards the cockpit. He was leaning heavily against the pilot’s chair, staring at her. He looked just as tired as she felt, with a few touches of other things mixed in. Pain was first among them.

Rising to her feet, she walk forwards, taking the seat next to his and pulling the seatbelt together. He strapped in as well, punching in commands on a keyboard.

“Initiating start-up sequence,” the ship’s automated voice said. The engines came to life, making the metal hum with energy. “Commencing take off.”

The shuttle rose, joltingly at first, but soon evened out. They began moving forward, to the open doors through which they could see the midnight sky, and the unnumbered stars beyond.

“It’s really space,” she said, staring at the black in wonder. They were going to make it after all.

“I told you I’d keep my promise, didn’t I?” he replied, voice strained. He was trying to block the pain from his mind and focus on piloting the ship, but the iron bullets wreaked continual havoc on his body. Elves were never meant for such a technological world. There were no forests. Hell could have him, so long as she could see real trees.

“Let’s find our home,” he said, the shuttle picking up speed as it took to the air. Breaking through the atmosphere, they kept on, set on getting as far from that metal-covered rock as fast as they could.

She stared in wonder at the void around them, amazed at the sight. Relaxing in her seat, she smiled, joyful drops falling from her eyes.

“Thank you,” she said, turning to look over at him. He was slumped over in the seat, head leaning to the right. She called out to him.

He didn’t stir.  


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