"You Melted My Heart", a Salad Bug

I'm a wreckless wave in the bottom of the sea, surging upward at a breakneck pace. I glide with silence and deliver with a pretty deadly slap shot. But accuracy's not my game, and I'm not one to understand the way things work. I hear a lot, see little, and comprehend only what you dismiss.

I'm the lighting before it strikes. My aim is there, but my talent is gone. My debut over, my credits erased. I'm just a flash on the stage---nothing more and none the less. The applause after my act is only thunder: an empty wave of energy pushing past you to get to an undefined destination.

I'm the accident you never thought would happen. The fear you were never afraid of. The drop of rain you couldn't feel. The whisper you strained to hear, but failed to receive. The love you never knew existed. I run a marathon as long as you breath.

You're the tide that washed up over me, while I was lost on the beach. The water was silver, with gold and blue, and rippled when I touched it. The longer I gazed the more like glass it appeared. I could see so much in the mirror. Things that I'd only dreamt came to life there. I remember that very same tint of green that the grass took on in the high summer. I recall the way you smiled like the sun after a snow day. You melted my heart.

You're the one who waves shyly but fails at words. The poets may call you "the winds in my sails" but I call you the wind in my face. I'll dance with that hurricane until I'm too dizzy to see the world upright, and I'll enjoy the way my hair will get tangled to the extreme.

You're the pilgrim, I'm the companion. Telling you stories on the way, and fending off the dragons while you sleep. You and I are on a road together now, and there is no way of telling when the path will fork. For now it's a little rocky, but I know we'll have some mountains to climb before we find the forest glade that both of our hearts are set on.

But someday: We'll both find what we're looking for. Even if we don't know what it is yet.

 I...I pro---promise.

Sudden Comprehension

That awkward awesome moment when you realize that BBC's The Adventures of Merlin is actually a spin-off of the Bible story of David and Jonathan from 1 Samuel.

Life is cool.

[Christmas] Music Monday: #1

9 For You: A Blogger

It's very hard to write something for an audience while you are confused with what your intentions are.
Take right now as an example. Should I write one of my infamous 'Salad Bugs', and just let you pick my brain for the remainder of this post? Shall I talk about the whether, seasons, end of November, or other cliched subject that humans seems to take comfort and abide in? What if I just rambled on about my homework and the completion of NaNoWriMo until your ears bleed?...Oh wait, I've already done that.

And by this point, you're about to punch your screen and shout: "JUST PICK A TOPIC TO WRITE ABOUT ALREADY!"

---Well first of all, that hurts my feelings. And secondly, I'm already suffering enough, what with being allowed to stay in my PJs all day, enjoying a clean and organized room, the cool, pleasant sounds outside that mainly consist of the neighbor's AC streaming gently through my open window, and a weekend of Christmas decorating up ahead. Can't you see that my life is just terrible already?!

(and by the way, if you aren't getting my sarcasm, you really will be hurting my feelings)

But by now, I've created my own conflict. Should I conclude my streamline of type and text? Or will that not be enough?? Have I gone down too many rabbit trails, or have I gone down too few? Are you smiling, crying, or rolling your eyes?
After all, it's your afterthought that counts. Your final reaction to my work is what I strive for.

SO BE NERVOUS---BECAUSE MY TEMPORARY HAPPINESS RESTS ON YOU!!

Finally, what about pictures? Videos?...Or even *gasp* should I insert emoticons that can be coined from parentheses and semi-colons?? If so, which ones? Often people favor one over the other, and I certainly wouldn't want to offend my vast variety of readers.

These are the conscience and subconscious worries of the average blogger.
And these are totally rationalizations and wastes of time.

...Which of course, makes it perfectly clear as to why I often find these thoughts plaguing my mind while writing to you. I am, after all, a very rationalizing person. I compare. A lot.

Truth be told, you're probably better off (and wiser) were you to never take advice from me. Especially not blog-writing advice. But as a reader of the web, I'd tell you that writing informally [to the extreme] for a number of people shouldn't be fretted about.
Given, you shouldn't prattle on about how you have nothing to write, (*guilty tenfold*) but don't stress about how boring your life is. Here are nine ideas if you are an avid blogger, but have run brain-dead out of ideas

1) Micro-Focus. Think of something. Anything. Any little detail of your life that comes to mind from over the recent days, hours, or minutes, and then exaggerate. Tell the world exactly how awful, wonderful, virtuous, or sinister that thing, event, or experience happened to be---or better yet, make a short story out of it.

2) Pull a Kismint, and do a Salad Bug. Yay! Definition of Salad Bug: The most eccentric, swirly-twirly paragraph(s) of words you can come up with it, making a scenario out of them. Use lots of adjectives, and make the idea and story behind it as vague as possible. It's kind of like spacing out while writing while your fingers keep clicking over the keyboard.

3) Write a poem! Even if you aren't a poet, you're still a blog writer, and it might be good to stretch those creative cells in your head. In order to make your poem "worthy of web site", make sure that you're listening to poignant music while you pen down your verses.

4) Find a picture, and write a story that goes behind it. This one is simple enough, and easy too. Just find an image that gives you a spark of inspiration, and run with it. It doesn't have to be a made-up story, it could just be something that's happened in your own experiences.

5) Write about yourself in third person. If you want something to use for as a daily blog post, yet have run out of ideas, try journaling each day of your life for an entire week, but speak only in third person.

6) Photolog! This is for the peoples with the cameras. After waking up, snap a shot of everything that you do for an entire day. Before you go to bed, upload and share your day.

7) Share ten wacky aspirations. Come on, everyone has something unexpected on their bucket list. Make your readers laugh at a few of the crazy things you're just dying to do.

8) Write about a dream you had. That is, if you're one of those people who remembers their dreams after they wake up. Because dreams are made up of shifting words, pictures and images in our minds, you'll find that it can be pretty challenging to try to re-account everything that you saw while sleeping in a words-only mode.

9) Try the music tag, or another tag of your choice. Or better yet, create your own tag to send out to everyone else!

Good night,
K-Minty

Gahkk!

My math lesson is entitled: "Masquerading as a Second Degree". Great. Guess what song gets stuck in my head.



*headdesk*

Don't we just love math time?

I am a...no wait, THE tortoise

Finished my NaNoWriMo this morning at 12:00 AM.

Oddly enough, this year's story became a short prequel to the real plot that I had originally planned to write about. A little less than halfway in, I realized that the idea was too large to fit into on month's worth of 30,000 words (yeah, not a full 50,000---you think I'm insane or somethin'?).

And so a started a Novella.
And then I finished a Novella.
And then I rejoiced.

I must say, I didn't expect to actually accomplish what I'd set out to do. But being encouraged by friends and the YWP's pep talks helps. One of the most inspiring pep talks that I read mentioned something about writing for the people who doubt you, rather than the people who believe in themselves. As a self-proclaimed skeptic, I grasp this concept with open arms. I wrote to prove something. Not to the people who knew already that I had it in me. Instead, I wrote to prove something to MYSELF. My doubtful, pessimistic self.

So there. Take that, self! 

And now, dear reader, is the part of the post when I encourage you. If you're trying to accomplish something, I tell you now: Do it. But do it to show all those doubting people who's boss here!

And rest assured, when you've finally earned the right to grasp your trophy, it feels good.
Really really good.

Thanks to my lovely characters---some of which have yet to appear---for their patience and faithful bickering that kept the story on the road. And to my fellow NaNo-ers: without them, it would have been impossible to write that 30,642.

Finally, I give to you all, the last words of the (more than rough) rough draft.

"'And now it begins.' Whispered Robert Augustus Thorpp, unsure of the future, and accelerating towards it at full speed."

THE END

You have no idea how badly I've wanted to write those two concluding words.  

Bowmaster

I'm sorry, but this is great. 

(veiwers should be warned that this does have a fair share of graphic battle scene violence)

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More later,

K-Minty