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Day 0 Start Again

Published July 12, 2012 by Iniysa

I broke, sigh. I was hungry, I forgot to bring a juice when I went out with my friend, and when he started to eat… So I will be starting all over again tomorrow. I CAN do this, it’s just a lot harder then I thought it was going to be. At least I know this going in to redo my day one.

I have to loose weight now, I now have a goal! Today when John and I got together it was to begin writing a movie script. I was originally only supposed to film it with a few walk on parts as an extra. Now I will be filming it and playing a very main character.  I’m already working on how I am going to be doing both at the same time, lol. It involves tripods, 🙂 Anyways for the beginning of the film I’m fat, so I will be fine for the first part. However when we beginning shooting the rest and bulk of the film in October, I will need to be a much smaller size. So I have to focus! None of this breaking the fast on a whim of hunger. And I’m going to need to start working out earlier then planned if I am going to be the right size for this roll by October!

So here I go again…

This time I will leave you with my current weight, I finally got a battery for my scale.

276.8 pounds… ouch

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What’s in a Name?

Published September 24, 2011 by Iniysa

Naming the characters in my Senkrad novels has been one of the toughest things so far in writing. How do I find that perfect name? It has to not only fit, but describe the people I am creating. (Because you don’t describe your characters, they describe themselves, as they take on lives of their own; they have no problem telling you the name you chose is wrong.)

I started my naming adventure with a baby book. Simple, to the point, here is thousands of names, where the name is from and what it means in that culture. Great, helpful unless you’re my characters.  As my story grows, personality’s change; what was once the perfect name is now completely wrong. Do I keep them to the end, then change them risking calling them the wrong name later, because it’s the name I’ve been writing for years and years? Do I randomly choose a name off my Facebook page and forget it? Or do I keep the names I have because that’s the names I will remember. (And I am horrible at remembering names, ask my best friend!)

Names are very important, they are what everyone will remember, even if they never read your book. If I say Edward Cullen to you or Harry Potter (to name two extremely popular characters.) even if you have never touched Twilight or The Sorcerer’s Stone, you know.

So how do you choose your names? Do you keep them or change them?

The Sounds of Writing

Published September 21, 2011 by Iniysa

What do you listen to when you write? Most will say music, which is my preference; however as I was sitting at the restaurant I prefer to write at I got to wondering what it was about this restaurant that made my muse so active that other places didn’t.

Atmosphere is a big one I suppose, Denny’s and Taco Bell’s A/C are kept at artic levels and I feel strange walking around in 112°F heat with a heavy jacket over my arm. But I think sound is the key.

I have two favorite writing restaurants, the local hole in the wall pizza place (Paul’s Pizza) where there is only one booth with an outlet and no wifi. And Bullritos where every booth has outlet and free wifi.

Both restaurants are friendly, the staff knows my name, what I order and where ill be sitting. And the sound beyond the music is of people talking and laughing. The staff having warm conversations with the public and themselves. I hear lite, happy sounds and I focus in on my keyboard, letting the words flow.

Taco Bells is to quite. If they have music at all I can’t hear it, and the staff mainly talk to each other in Spanish. I get little to no writing done there, even bundled up in my heavy jacket.

Denny’s on the other hand has in general a hectic noise. People coming in for meetings, on a deadline, or stressing over homework. The staff is yelling at each other for one reason or another, and again I find myself having trouble letting my creative juices flow.

I’ve tried dozens of other restaurants around town, but the sounds are wrong, not inviting. The sounds of staff wanting me to leave so that they don’t have to refill my glass anymore.

On nice days I’ve tried to write at the park. The atmosphere is almost perfect, the only time there is any real stress is when I have to 7get up for any reason, I can’t just ask someone I know to watch my things; I have to stop, close and drag everything with me, turn  hope my spot will still be there when I return.

The sounds are completely different then restaurants. Unless you turn on the music yourself, it’s mostly very quite. You can here the wind passing gently through the leaves of the trees. Children laughing in the distance, but mostly the sound of feet hitting the pavement, scooters rolling past and bicycle tires going by. Occasionally you will here people talking as they walk or sit near you. I often find myself very distracted here, there is so much visually and for someplace so quite there is a lot of sudden noise.

So where is your favorite place to write away from home? What noises make it your spot?

The Tale of the Black Forest Pig

Published September 4, 2011 by Iniysa

Before beginning my little tale, I should first tell you the story around the tale so that it makes since. I work in a deli. (Yes the vegetarian slices meat and cheese all day to pay the rent and all my other bills.)

One of our meat products is the Black Forest Ham. Now I have no clue how that particular meat got its name, just that it’s smoked and well liked. Often however, I am asked about it and it takes everything in me, not to spin a tale. I can’t do that to a customer, unfortunately; so instead I did it to a co-worker.

I have worked with this co-worker for years, she used to work full-time in the cafe with me before she transferred out. I transferred to Deli and over time she began to work wherever she was needed in the store, which of late has been with me once again. She was helping me re-fill the case when we got to the Black Forest Ham and I grinned up at her seeing my opportunity.

“Wouldn’t it be funny if I told the next customer who asks me about this ham that…” And so my short story began.

 

The Tale of the Black Forest Pigs

By: Lauren Freeman

In a far away country there is a forest that is so thick, it’s always as dark as night there. It’s called the Black Forest and is filled with many superstitions and dangerous beliefs. The animals that live in the forest are all either dark dwelling creatures like bats or more often animals that wandered in at some point and adapted. One such animal was a group of large, wild pigs. As time went by, the pigs offspring began to be able to see in the dark the same as we are able to see in the light. Now. over the course of many, many years the forest is now over run by these animals.

It wasn’t until foreigners who don’t take a lot of stock in silly superstitions and beliefs decided to put on night vision goggles and go explore this deep forest filled with these strange large swine’s who eyes glowed an almost goldish green color. At first the hunters were scared, was their stock in those superstitions? Were these creatures evil demons? The three men gathered their courage and decided to move forward. One particularly brave man decided he was going to hunt one of the pigs, and although these pigs had become fast they were no match for the hunters bullets.

Sitting by the fire, watching their catch roast, they began to realize that all of the creatures of the forest were staying far away from them now. The hunter who had killed the pig stated it was because they were afraid of him now, he had obviously proven hat they were the deadliest in the food chain here. Another man, who had a more scientific mind however realized that it was probably because of the bright fire. Even to him, who had only been in the Black Forest for a day, had trouble looking at the fire, as the light hurt his eyes.

When the pig was done cooking, the now ravenous hunters began to devour the poor animal quickly finding that the taste of this pig was the best they had ever had. Was it just this one pig? They hunted another one the next day and found it tasted much the same.

“Maybe it’s how they live?” One hunter stated, in between bites.

“Or what ever it eats.” The scientist of the group mumbled, trying to figure out if he had seen what the pigs had been eating. It didn’t matter. Before long the large Black Forest was known for it’s succulent pork, the pigs of which were bought and sold all over they world. And that is where Black Forest Ham comes from.

The End

 

I looked up, finished now with the case only to see my co-worker standing there with her mouth open, eyes wide.

“Really? I didn’t know that!” I rolled my eyes and laughed.

“It’s not true, I just made all that up. I said wouldn’t it be funny if I told customers that.” I laughed.

“It’s not real? I thought it was real!” She groaned and walked away. I began to laugh hysterically (I hadn’t slept the night before so I was quite loopy by 9:00PM) then the power went out. I took that as a sight that I should just close down and go home, so I did.

Write It Again – With Meaning!

Published September 1, 2011 by Iniysa

How is it, that I have started writing the first chapter of my Senkrad novel again? I know it will need to be revised, but unlike several other chapters, this one was done, I liked it! Furthermore, in the new chapter one, I wrote the whole thing in first person. Do you know how insane that is, how it will mean I will now have to re-write everything else into first person if I keep it?

But what if first person is the way this series is supposed to be told? What if this is the change I really needed? The thought of having to completely re-write the entire thing into first person is overwhelming. I can give more feeling, more depth to my characters from this point of view but…

So how do I get up the will to do this? I love to write, with everything in me. The hard part is going back, re-writing, editing, changing things I have spent hours agonizing over typing, deleting and typing again. A complete re-write though…

I’ll completely re-write the first three or four chapters, see where it takes me.

Nightmare Author

Published August 17, 2011 by Iniysa

I read a lot of short and novel length stories here and there as I find them. The summery has to catch me first or if a certain author I like wrote it, I will grab it. A lot of the things I read are published chapter by chapter as they are written, some stories I have been reading for years, but they are so good I look forward to every single update.

Recently I stumbled onto a new story by an author I’ve never heard of. The summery was good so I read the first (and only) chapter that had at that point been published. The first chapter was great, well written, understandable and a plot line I knew I would like. So I reviewed it, praised the author for a job well done and told her that I was looking forward to the next chapter. I then added it to my story alert page so that I would receive an e-mail when the story was updated and moved on to the next story on my list.

Now my e-mail box pretty much remains full with updated story information. I am busy enough writing my own novel, working and reading that I don’t always get back to a story right away, sometimes there are even multiple updates before I come back to it. Try telling that to this author! Not ten minutes after the second chapter was put up I received an e-mail from the author telling me that it had been updated. I thought that, that was nice of her, making sure I knew. Twenty minutes later another e-mail appeared, this one was long, telling me about commen courtesy stating that when someone reads a chapter they should review. I replied that I would in fact review as soon as I read said chapter. She wrote back:  ‘Just saying…’

Whatever, I was slightly annoyed, but I figured I had let her know that there would be a review given when I read the story. Apparently not. She must have thought I was going to drop everything right then and there and read the chapter because just fifteen minutes later yet another e-mail appeared with a long paragraph about reviewing and how impolite it was not to do it etc. By this time I was more then annoyed but I didn’t what any other e-mails so I read the chapter, quickly realizing that it made no since what so ever. The first chapter must have been heavily edited by someone else or something because this was not the same story. I read it, re-read it but could not make any sense of any of it. Thinking that this was a one time thing, maybe it’s supposed to be like this and it will all make sense in the next chapter, I gave a standard review before moving on.

Chapter three came out and the e-mails started again. This time she had read a chapter of one of my stories and reviewed it. So now the e-mails talked about how when one reviews your story you should feel obligated to review theirs. I wanted to bang my head up against the wall. After the second chapter I had no real interest in the story anymore, I was in the middle of a great novel that I didn’t want to stop reading  to read something else. But the e-mails kept coming. I explained about the novel and that it might be a few days if not longer before I read her chapter. She wrote back in understanding. But she must have a horrible memory because the e-mails resumed a day later.

Chapter three made even less sense then two. By this time, chapter four was also out so I moved on to four with little hope. By now I am fully convinced that the first chapter had to have been written by someone else, and the author now must be a 13 year old child with issues. Since I have never seen this author before I am by now assuming that this is the first time she has ever written anything.  I remember being there, I even remember craving those reviews, though I never hounded anyone for them. My first stories were down right horrible, and I never would have learned anything had no one messaged me and helped me out. So I very kindly e-mailed her and told her that I would not be reading anymore of her story and why.  And I mean VERY kindly.

Her response was to go to my story and pick out any mistake she could find (which thankfully was just a couple of grammar errors) and let me know all about them. The errors she mentions I was already well aware of, I had only published the chapters as they were, with LOTS of warning at the beginning, because of high demand. It was by far not one of my favorite stories, but for some reason it seems everyone else loved it. So with the threat of virtual fruit being thrown my way, or an uprising starting if I didn’t post quickly enough, I went ahead, added the warning; then posted the chapters. But that’s neither here nor there, the fact that she went out of her way to leave me a hateful review with, ‘ah’ha’s!’ And ‘Looks like your not so perfect either!’ Remarks thrown in as well…

If I ever see another story written by Lavenderpaw, even if it’s the best story anyone has ever written before, ever. I am not touching it with a ten foot pole.

Love a Great Deal

Published August 16, 2011 by Iniysa

Reading, writing, on any given day, when I am not at work or am at break you can find me doing either or sometimes, somehow even both. I go to the $1.50 theater with my friend Megan once a week to catch up on all the movies we wanted to see on the big screen, but could not come up with the $10 to see at the nice theaters. And as tradition states, whether we have money left at all or not; we HAVE to go next door to Half Price Books. This place is the reason my move is going to be so hard. I have created a library and it’s entirely this wonderful stores fault. I love to read and Half Price Books, or more spacificly: the clearance section; loves my money.

Today, after seeing Green Lantern again, I found my way to the back of my favorite book store where I found a huge coffee table book that would normally cost $60! The Complete Cartoons of The New Yorker is amazing in it’s own right. The hardback edition in my right hand and a $1.08 in my left, I hurried to the counter grinning.

“Finally!” The cute check out clerk exclaimed as I heaved the giant book onto the counter. “It sells! We have had this book for forever and just put it in the clearance section yesterday.”

I grinned back, “Well, I’m happy to take it off your hands.” I gave him the change, he gave me the book with a smart comment about it not fitting in a bag. And I said farewell to Megan.

Of course the moment I got home I could only groan, you see I move in six days, and now I’m going to have to find a box to put this in. At least now I will have a place to put it.