Saturday, June 8, 2013

Summer Scribbling

Hail bloggers and readers from afar!

It's summertime---a thing of watermelons, ice cream, and swimming pools. In addition to these wondrously lovely things, I present to you...

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 Yes writers, it's that time of year again, and July is this year's official Camp NaNo month! It's likely that most of you might have heard of the November NaNoWriMo (an annual thing that has become very popular), in which a writer challenges him or herself to scribble down a hefty 50,000 word novel in 30 days.

Last year I participated, (reaching for a slightly less impressive word count of 30,000) and wrote a ton of junk that will probably never amount to anything. Nonetheless, I certainly love the program, and now I've decided to join the bandwagon for the summer addition of the NaNo program.

...July has 31 days, so in theory, this should be a breeze. :P

The project I've decided to work on is a sort of collaboration of me, myself, and I (no, you don't get to know what exactly that means). I'm planning on it being split into several parts that make up one decent-sized novel. For the month of July, I've decided to simply work on Part I, which, I'm hoping, will amount to at least 27,000 words.
Not much, really, but July has the potential to be super crazy, so I might have to sell myself a little short.

Tehehehehe...I had fun making a mock-up cover... ^_^

it's so pretty!!!
Are any of you participating in Camp NaNo? Leave me a comment and let me know!

K-Minty

Friday, June 7, 2013

Finnick

You've never known what hit you
Could never sort it out
But you're drowning in the war zone
You're delving into doubt
The battle lust is building
You've slain the thousands strong
You're the hero from the shadows
But that's not where you belong


© kismint 2013

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WARNING: THE HUNGER GAMES, CATCHING FIRE, AND MOCKINGJAY SPOILERS MAY BE SCATTERED THROUGHOUT THE FOLLOWING POST. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.

Today I speak of Finnick Odair, District 4 tribute for the 75th annual Hunger Games.

 My English teacher once told me that a good author often selects their character's name based on his or her personality traits, tastes, and role in the story. It's a measure of penmanship that many a writer takes up to accomplish the element of foreshadowing. That being said, I have to wonder what Suzanne Collins meant when it came to "Finnick".
Ah, Finnick---the one who steals the hearts...and the secrets. If the Capitol of Panem had tell-tale trashy magazines, it's more than likely that he'd be on the cover of every one of them.

We meet Finnick Odair after the we read that the Quarter Quell is announced in District 12. This time around, each of the twelve districts must send out one male and one female that has been pooled from the existing allotment of the district's former victors to be their newest tributes to compete in the games. Finnick, along with an elderly owl woman (Mags, who was once his mentor) represent District 4.
Meanwhile, our shining heroine, Katniss Everdeen---the narrator of this story---is once again shipped to the Capitol for the preparation of her second expedition into the arena. (That is, along with Peeta Mellark. Combined they represent District 12.)
After the tribute's parade, Finnick approaches Katniss with his famous "sugar cube line". In reading Katniss and Finnick's brief conversational exchange, we learn quite a bit more about the victor from four.
At age 14, Finnick won his first trip into the arena. His victory was not only due to his impressive physical state, but also because of the wicked-awesome trident-weapon-thing that his sponsors sent him. That, combined with a net in which to entrap his opponents, put Finnick over the top. Katniss points out to the readers that the trident was likely the most expensive item given to a tribute during the games she had ever seen.
This all happened not too long ago...so we are told that Finnick is in his early twenties, and still as flirtatious as ever. He's really great at unnerving Katniss and making both her (and the reader) feel very awkward. Katniss doesn't seem to trust him.

Once Katniss sees the arena for the first time---in essence, a circle of seawater, with strips of land sticking out like spokes from the Cornucopia---she's a little miffed, thinking that this competition was literally built for Finnick Odair.
---And in a way, she's right. You put Finnick from District Four into water, and he's suddenly every deadly water creature you've ever dream of, as well as the happiest man on earth. This being because District 4 is known for its fishing industries. The kids in four are practically born with fins.
When the Games begin, Katniss hi-tails it to the Cornucopia, determined to find herself a bow and set of arrows. When she gets there, she runs into Finnick, who is already hoisting his trident. In the moments that follow, Katniss must decide if she wants Finnick on her side or not.

This is the moment that we see a twist in plot. Suddenly, Finnick is not an arch-enemy, or even just a man who will kill to win his old life back. Instead, he is an ally.

(Which is very helpful, especially because at this point, Katniss needs somebody to save Peeta over and over...and over and over...and over again.)

They get Peeta, who is patiently waiting on his little stand-hub-thingy, and also retrieve Mags, the female tribute from Four, who is the master-fishhook-maker.

Throughout the rest of the book, Finnick starts to unfold himself to us, and we find a few unexpected things that factor into his character.
Most prominently are his true affections for Annie Cresta, a former victor from four who went mad. She won The Hunger Games the year she was a tribute because of her fantastic swimming abilities.

Also, we see his sense of humor---a nice compliment to his testy attitude.

In book three, Mockingjay, we find Finnick Odair in bad shape. He's gone a little mental. But everything improves for him when he is reunited with Annie.

Finnick also confesses the terrible things that the Capitol has forced him to follow through with, under threat that anyone and everyone he cared for would be murdered if he didn't cooperate.
This speech given by him, along with his proclamations about the tyrannies of President Snow, are aired and broadcasted as a part of the rebellion propaganda, causing a heavy blow to the Capitol and its followers.

After mending from his mental disabilities and marrying Annie Cresta, Finnick volunteers his services to the Rebel military, and is put in a squad that includes Katniss, Gale, and Peeta. Finnick fights well, staying loyal to Katniss, even after she fabricates her own private mission to lead the rest of the group on.

In the end, and in the form of true tragedy, Finnick Odair sacrifices his life for the others, in order that their mission would not fail.

Back at home, and after the war is won by the Rebels, Finnick and Annie's son is born.

The overall influence of Finnick's character amazes me. At first look, the reader keeps a low opinion of him. "How could he be likable??" We ask ourselves. But further in and further up---Finnick Odair is a true hero. It is a powerful thing to be a fictional character and to have redeemed yourself to both your fellow fictional characters, and the reader.

Kudos to Suzanne Collins, for offering us a great piece of work, and a beautifully characterized tribute from District 4.

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Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Abroad and Back

Hello June, it's lovely to be you again.

New Orleans sends its greetings along with me---wrapped up in a box of packing peanuts, and tied with a pretty ribbon. Joy! Summer has graced us again!

© 2013 Kismint
We left early Wednesday, and returned yesterday night, fresh from the swamplands. We saw the sights---French Quarters, plantation houses, Villalobos Rescue Center, House of Blues, and the neighborhoods. We ate the food---pralines (bacon! praline bacon!!), chicken and waffles, beignets, mussels, clams, shrimp with Cajun sauces, Cajun spices, Cajun dips...pretty much everything Cajun...

There are trees and grass and flowers there. And rain and lakes and rivers. And the houses are like boxes of crayolas: colorful and tightly packed.

The people say "honey", "sweetie", and "who dat?". A lot. Nice place, neat place, with music and flavor, and beautiful streets lined with character, style, and spontaneity. But there is no place like home.

Home is cactus and mountains and 4% humidity. Home is chili peppers and tortillas. Home is adobe and stucco and terracotta tiles.

They say home is where the heart is, but I think home is where the heart sighs, sits back, and sings about the beautiful life that it is toiling and trekking through.


It's good to be home.

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Supremely

Oh what a lovely thing it is, to find in you a friend worth laughing with. 
For if we stand alone, we are not merely distant and apart, but verily---a noble thing has been shattered. 
Like a crumbled pastry in the windowsills, and leaves when they're called home to earth: that's what it would be without you; a soul among many who turns sour to sweet. 
I am a lonely person. 
I find my piece of mind on the inside of an empty room looking inward at myself, but pieces of my mind are of no use for practicality.
Fantasies are my visions, when I am company of abandon, and I treasure them in my heart while I can. 
But that alone is nothing but the dust and the dirt and the ashes of life, if it is all that I seize with my time given to me. 
My dreams are my outline, all black and white and sturdy, keeping me awake.
But you are the color, the texture, the value; and remains the priceless value of all. 


So I guess that's just super. 

Monday, May 20, 2013

Drawing: Ginny Weasley

I've been blazing through the Harry Potter series, and thoroughly enjoying it. A week or so ago, I started to do a sketch of Ginny Weasley. I kinda didn't finish her collar though. She could use more work, (the facial structure is still deformed) but I've lost my patience, and can't get it back. :P
...grr. It just...doesn't look like the right person. It's drivin' me crazy the way my proportions don't line up.

Ginny Weasley
Post Scrip: the overall quality of the picture is rather crummy, as I was lazy and didn't scan the drawing---instead, I just took a quick snap of it on my camera last night.

Saturday, May 18, 2013

Advancement in the Department of Music

I have discovered a new source of musical awesomeness.
Death Cab for Cutie. Incidentally, they have one of the most stupid sounding pathetic band name ever (although, The Goo Goo Dolls come close...).
I think you could describe them them as something along the alternative rock/indie band route. Owl City has often been accused as being a perfect cross between Death Cab for Cutie and The Postal Service. Up until OC's newest album, this analogy, in my personal opinion, is extremely accurate.

I've only had time to listen to one of their albums, "Plans". As far as secular music goes, these songs are definitely becoming some of my favorite listens.

Marching Bands of Manhattan by Death Cab for Cutie on GroovesharkSummer Skin by Death Cab for Cutie on GroovesharkBut I dunno, the rest of their songs might be a little iffy, depending on what you do and don't like.

More later,
K-Minty

Friday, May 17, 2013

"I happen to like raindrops"

There's something beautiful about the way the reflection of your smile still resounds in my heart. That's all. That's it. It's as simple as anything else that breaths in this painfully complicated world. I like a lot of things, but I fall deeply in love with that shade of green in those trees behind you. That color makes me sing inside, so don't mind me if I'm whistling a little.

When we hit the road and go our separate ways, I'll do my best to find a catchy song on the radio and blow the bass with the windows down. Meanwhile, you'll be thinking about the way the sky looked to gray and overcast as we sat at the park and talked over the screech of the swing sets. Summer couldn't have been any grander despite the stormy weather.
Besides, I happen to like raindrops.


So anyway, I hope you find the dragons that you're after, and the quests you've always sought. I'll do so myself. And each time I smell something that reminds me of whichever yesterday we were in, I'll pass up the lugubrious feels and smile with authenticity over our past and once pensively discarded memories.
So long.

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