Doomtown

I've been out of commision for the past week due to hand trouble again. Imagine tapping your fingertips against thousands of tiny needles and you'll get an inkling of what my right hand is feeling right now. The second my health benefits are activated on the first I'm going straight back to the doctor to get this looked at again. Here's for hoping I don't have to get the thing amputated. Meanwhile I'm doing my best to type this and my other updates with one hand so don't get snippy with me for any misspellings. This is taking me three times as long to type. I'm in pain. Be a spellcheck/grammar nazi somewhere else. I plan on posting updates to The Blessing Curse and Lost Days tonight if my hand isn't throbbing too bad.

Updated The Blessing Curse . I sent it in as a submission to the Web Fiction Guide. Hopefully I can stay on track with that one. I'm also considering removing Agatha's Ghost since I can't figure out what I want to do with the story. I'll save it on Word until a good plot line bites me in the ass.

Found an interesting blog novel on the Web Fiction Guide. It's called Hell on $5 a Day written by Greg Bulmash. Here's a synopsis: Alain Beaudreaux, a vampire, loved a mortal woman for 64 years. Now she’s in Heaven and he’s determined to join her, but he’ll have to go through Hell to do it. Kurt Grey, a junior copywriter, hit on the wrong woman at the wrong time. Now he’s been thrown through a portal into Hell and has an angry vampire hot on his heels. He must find his way to Heaven if he ever hopes to get home. Two men, one amazing journey, and the fate of the universe hangs in the balance. I've read chapter one and I'm impressed. The intro really grabbed me. Give it a read if you're interested in vamp fic. Remember to leave a review. My submission was accepted. Read it! I command you *insert intense meglomaniacal stare here*. Also I've finally added a chapter to The Blessing Curse . Yes, I know it's a long time coming. I'm hoping to put up another

I'm working on the Agnostic version of the creation story. Here's what I have so far: In the Beginning…testing…testing…one, two, three…Is this thing on? In the Beginning the Great Scientist created the heavens and the earth…wait, I’m getting a big ahead of myself. Let’s try that again. In the Beginning the universe was a void without form ruled by dark matter {for definition, see end notes document 13924, Tree of Knowledge (tm)}. And the Great Scientist said, Let there be a singularity. And there was a grand explosion or implosion depending on your point of view. And then there was light. Gasses and particles expanded throughout the void colliding and commingling and dividing thus creating the nebulae and the stars. These stars combined and commingled creating the galaxies, creating the solar systems and all the satellites therein. And thus the heavens were born and everything within the firmament. And the Great Scientist looked upon these conditions seeing these things were wi

Just finished Terry Pratchett's Nation . It was the second novel I've read by Pratchett that wasn't of the Discworld series, the first being Good Omens coauthored by Neil Gaiman. I was reluctant to purchase the book at first because I originally saw it in the young adult section. And as much as I loved Good Omens , I'm more interested in the Discworld series. When I learned the audio version was available on itunes read by Stephen Briggs, I knew I had to have it. I was not disappointed. Pratchett mixes humor with philosophical insight regarding religion, society, and why people believe the wacky things they do. Good for readers of all ages. Here's the product description released by Amazon: The sea has taken everything. Thirteen-year-old Mau is the only one left after a giant wave sweeps his island village away. But when much is taken, something is returned, and somewhere in the jungle, Daphne—a girl from the other side of the globe—is the sole survivor of a ship de

I've decided to try a little experiment this month since I missed Nanowrimo. I'm going to attempt to write 50,000 words this month before school starts. To make things interesting I'm going to work on three stories at once: a fantasy/sci-fi fic, a fan fic (Discworld, of course), and Book Two of my Karma Slaves series. I don't care if I get a finished novel out of this. Just want to keep my hand in before I'm forced to put my nose back to the grind stone in January.

Missed Nanowrimo last month due to school. I'm sick of rewriting the one from last year and have decided to put it up here for your enjoyment...or derision. Whatever. I have it copyrighted, but I seriously doubt anyone would be desperate enough to steal the thing. I'm working on Book Two in the series. I will probably never finish it but the story is burning a hole inside my head and I must get it out. Insert tortured artist pose here . On the glass is half full side, I passed Swedish Massage and Muscle Palpation. I have been making my friends and coworkers very happy indeed as I have used them for practice these past few months. I even have my own massage table now though the one I bought isn't as good as the ones I used to borrow from school. Still, I think it will last me until I graduate. I have decided to take five classes next semester because I'm crazy. And I'm fed up with the gambling industry. I will be taking Special Populations-a class I hear I won't

Okay, I'm being melodramatic. A week ago, a rash broke out between my right index and middle fingers. After days of self medicating myself with over the counter ointments, the rash got worse and spread. I was forced to seek medical attention when the itching got so bad my fingers swelled up like jumbo sausages and leaked some kind of weird fluid. The receptionist took one look and asked if I had a chemical burn, it was that gross. One hundred and twenty dollars later the doctor tells me I have a severe form of eczema. I really miss health insurance. Ironically, this happened the same week I started back on full time. Ironic because it wouldn't surprise me if the casino is where I picked up the blasted eczema in the first place. An important tip when playing at the tables: Wear disposable gloves. Seriously. You're playing around with chips that other people have been touching and you just don't want to know where these people have been putting their sticky fingers. I onc

Took my final exam today and boy is my cerebral cortex tired! The final was comprehensive and I really hate having to remember things I could barely learn the first time around, but we were told what was going to be on it-questions from previous tests. I made the mistake of assuming she was going to give the old tests back when she had posted the questions online over the weekend. Shows how well I pay attention. I spent the past couple days cramming. I think I'll pass the class. Probably. Maybe. Knock on wood. Next Monday I start back on full time. I couldn't be more thrilled if I came down with some weird flesh eating disease. Every day in every way I hate the casino more and more but I need the money. I'm struggling to pay bills. Just try finding a gas station attendant that will accept your immortal soul as payment for a full tank of gas! They won't even take sexual favors anymore. Well, not for gas. You can still get a pack of Twinkies and a diet coke for a quickie

Name: Dinah Renoir Occupation: Head Seer of the Order of Mages and Inner Circle council member. Age: Born 1973, thirty-five years old by the time of Lost Days. Like most mages, Dinah is a reincarnate. Appearance: A tall Parisian with dark brown hair and brown eyes. Fashionable dresser, wearing the finest designers, prefers feminine styles, and wears a veil or hijab when she wishes to hide her identity. Past: Dinah was discovered before she was even conceived, as her predecessor literally knew where she would be reincarnated. She was taken from her mother the same day she was born and sent to the veil where she mentored under an old seer (a friend from her former life). Dinah’s mentor was the mother figure she never had, became very close to the woman and mourned her passing even before the old woman knew she was going to die. Throughout her childhood, Dinah received visions of the coming catastrophe. She realized before anyone else that the twin souls of Soja would split

Never take A&P II during the summer semester. I have spent most of today trying to cram two chapters worth of material into my brain for a test I have to take tomorrow. Yes, I've been studying all week. No, it isn't nearly enough time. The problem is there's a test every week and we've already started reading the chapters for the next test after this one. What really irks me is that I don't need any of this stuff. If I had the money to go to Bluecliff I wouldn't have to take biology at all, from what I've been told. All I need is a D to pass this class, but this excelerated schedual is so fucking gruelling I feel like my brains are leaking out of my ears! Meanwhile, at work I'm being forced to learn another table game. Texas Holdem. Yay. I was able to get out of learning flop poker only because I took PTO on the days they annouced the mandatory classes and the previous supervisor at the time didn't see it was necessary for me to learn it since I

A continuation of the character sketch for Veruca Marime': Occupation : Lead singer for the band Marime' Age : Apparent age 25-30; real age 120 yeas old born in 1888 Past : Born Vera Morris in Ireland in the year 1888. Vera's was born to an unwed mother who had been raped by an incubus (making Vera a Cambion or half-human offspring of the union between a human and a succubus or incubus). Not believing her story, her family sent her to a Magdalene asylum to have the baby. Vera was transferred to the asylum's orphanage. The nuns suspected there was something strange about the child from the earliest. Vera was at first thought to be a still born because she gave no indication of life (didn't breath or have a heart beat or pulse) and was only saved from premature burial when she started to cry. She later grew out of this state of "unlife" a few months after birth. Vera grew up to be a beautiful child who never got sick in spite of the fact that the other chil

Here's a brief sketch of my first villian. I'll add more later. Name : Veruca Marime' (real name Vera Moris) Story Title : Twin Souls Series: Beguiled Character Importance : Main Antagonist Character Type : Nexus, sucubus or psycic vampire Physical Appearance(Gender, age, body type, hair, eyes, facial features, dress, posture, movements, mannerisms, speech, first impression) : Female, apparent age ranges between twenty-five and thirty. Veruca is 5'7" and waif like. She has dark brown hair and turquoise eyes. Her eyes are her most remarkable facial feature. Usually can be seen wearing vynal, corsets, and six inch steletos when out in public. Members of the press have often remarked that if she ever gave up her singing carear she would be well equiped to go into the dominatrix profession. Her dress is more relaxed when she is not on stage or in public, leaning towards expensive silk kimonos and very little else. Her movements are fluid and cat like and quicker than

No, my spelling isn't off. I saw this on Amazon and thought it looked cute. I'm not paying fifteen bucks for it, but still. Maybe when the used price goes down I'll get it and do a review.

I received my first rejection e-mail for Lost Days , a novel I'm trying to get published. I am quite proud of myself. Not once tonight did I burst into tears of frustrated despondency. I came close during my second break but I think that might have more to do with the fact that my supervisor put me on a three card poker table, my least favorite game to deal. Okay. Perhaps the rejection got to me a little more than I'm willing to admit. I put a lot of time and effort into that manuscript. I wrote the first draft in only a month, but the revisions that followed were endless. I started that thing in November for NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writer's Month) and finished a little less than a month ago. Yes, it's probably crap, but does not the mother still bare love for the child sprung from her loins even though said child has the face of a mutated baboon? Does not the foolish gambler put his money down time and time again until he no longer has money to pay the light bill eve

And I've been invited! Yay! (Insert happy dance here) From the ElizaW of tales of a fantasy scribbler : While I was drawing up some ideas for what I could do for my four weeks of villainy, I thought that perhaps I could invite some of my blogging comrades to join in. I’ll be spending one week on each character, starting June 1st. Activities will include sample dialog, sketches, scanned collages, and bits of story that don’t go anywhere, as well as the usual ‘character info’ pages that asks for full names and favorite snacks. Interested? Leave a comment on her site.

Molly Mcfee strutted down the avenue arm and arm with Malicious Intent. Everyone on the strip knew Maledict “Malicious Intent” Cartwright had come into some money as of late, though where it had come from was something of a mystery. Molly didn’t care a fig so long as he was willing to pay for her “services” and buy her a round or two at the corner pub. They crossed paths with Constable Oliver Toliver, a local bobby making his rounds. Sneering and twirling his night stick, the good constable blocked Malicious and Molly's path on the street. “Good day to ya, officer,” said Malicious with a gracious tip of his dusty brown bowler. Constable Toliver pointed his baton in Malicious’ face. “Me and the rest of the boys at the Yard have been looking for you, Intent.” “And what would London’s finest be wantin’ from the likes of me?” “I know it were you that done the Mayfair job. Admit it!” “I couldn’t ‘av done it copper,” Malicious gave the Constable a Cheshire cat grin. “I was with Mol

Structure and goals. To keep my brain from leaking out of my ears, I've decided to give myself the following writing goals: 1) Write a 500 word story (nano story). 2) Write 1,000 (not counting the nano story or any other projects) words a day for my second novel until finished or November. 3) Update all blogs at least once a week. 4) Perform three miracles. Finishing the above three will count towards this goal.

I start the summer semester at Delgado on the 2nd of next month. I've decided to try to get certified for Massage therapy. I want to be a masseuse . No not a "masseuse" (wink, wink, nudge, nudge) but a law abiding professional massage therapist. There will be no happy ending for my clients, sad to say. So far, I've taken most of the prerequisite biology courses except for AP II (anatomy and physiology II lecture). Unfortunately, I can't fit any of the MSTH classes because the only classes available over the summer are the ones I won't be able to take until I get biology out of the way. I would have gotten this over with sooner if I hadn't taken last semester off. I know, I know. She who procrastinates never gets anything done, but I got caught up editing a novel I wrote for NaNoWriMo and couldn't concentrate on any of my classes. Because I wouldn't be me if I didn't do everything ass-backwards, I made my 50,000 word limit on time w