Harken!
The life and times of Mica J. L.I DID IT! 50,000 words!
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with 24 hours plus to spare, too. Here’s the official button:
<img src=” width=100 height=100 border=0 alt=’Official NaNoWriMo 2007 Winner’>
Now comes the FUN part: the editing. Now I get to erase all those words and replace them with better words. ^^ Well, okay, just some of them. And correct the punctuation and capitalization. >.<
Okay, me sleeps and studies now. ^^ more at some future point.
Ciao Bellas!
Another excerpt.
The Levesque family lived in Arles, a small city somewhat south west of Paris. Adeline Levesque, Marie’s mother, ran a little hotel a short distance from the town square. The buildings were built right up to the winding byways, former cart paths that had been first cobbled when the roman conquerors occupied the region. Trees lined the roads, stretching their round green leaves up over the rooftops like living paintbrushes, yearning to capture some fragment of sunlight.
There was much competition for the sunlight, given the multitude of botanical life, which grew in profusion, even in the very center of the town. Every house had its own garden, even if it was pots on the back steps, or a wizened fruit tree trained to grow along a wall. Window boxes abounded with red and yellow geraniums and trailing vines with variegated leaves that tumbled down from even second story windows to the street. The buildings themselves looked strangely organic- as if they’d grown up there just like the grapevines, which were absolutely everywhere.
The train station was the biggest, and newest, building in town, with an elegant roofline and filigreed carvings adorning it. It had a large clock with ornate hands that, like all the clocks in town, chimed every hour, on the hour. There were several churches distributed throughout the town, all of them old (to varying degrees) and most fantastically decorated. When the bells chimed in unison the air seemed to be almost heavy with the combined noise.
Outside of town farms spread out, oddly shaped fields tucked between the vineyards, squeezed into any space not used for growing grapes. The railway made a straight line across this irregular patchwork, carrying people and goods to and fro over the verdant landscape. The only blemishes- the only scars- were the great gouges in the living earth, tracks made by engines of war, hulking armored cars driven by stern faced young men, far from home, here to kill.
that is all. <3
-M
Hallowinitty and Novel bits and bobs
Wow, it took me almost a week to get around to updating this. So, halloweeen. I don’t have pictures, sorry. I went as a medieval maiden. My bodice is <3 (love, not greater than three). I didn’t get a whole lot of candy, but it was fun running around my freind’s neighborhood laughing and yelling so loud that I lost my voice for two days afterwards…Good times, good times…
The excerpts of the Novel I’m doing for NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month, if you didn’t catch the memo) will show up in this blog like this. Okay?
Here goes: “He was standing in the living room of his old house, listening to his parents fighting. They had gone out onto the porch to avoid him overhearing but he did anyways. He wanted to know. He had to know.
“…This shouldn’t surprise you! If you know him it’s quite obvious. But you don’t know him. You barely see your son at all!”
“Hold on! I’m the one making money for this house-old! And you complain to me that I’m not around enough! I have a prosperous practice! I do important work, and make sure that you can live in this nice house and that your son has a roof over his head and clothes on his back-“
“Stop talking like a laywer and start talking like a father, damnit! How can you act like this towards him? This is important to him, and you treat it like- like he has a disease that can be cured.”
“All I suggested is that we take him to a shrink. It’s not out of the question, there’s obviously something wrong with him, he’s deluded or, or something. There’s no way any son of mine could really be a fairy”
There was the harsh sound of flesh on flesh, and a startled gasp.
“That” His mother’s voice said, sounding furious, “Is for calling our son a name like that. How old are you? HE’S YOUR CHILD. Take some responsibility. What ever happened to ‘unconditional love’?”
“Godamnit, is it to much to ask that my wife and son be normal? Like Taylor’s or James’ or Allen’s? They have nice ordinary wives who keep the house nice and host parties and bring the kids to baseball games and don’t make strange sculptures or paint the sky on the walls of the house! Their children are normal too; the boys play baseball or soccer and the girls take gymnastics or ballet and they all go to school and get good grades! They aren’t failing English and doing college level mathematics and have no friends other than strangers who they talk to on the internet! My colleagues’ children aren’t gay!”
“If that’s how you feel about it then leave! Go find that ‘normal’ wife and those ‘normal’ children you want so dearly, because they certainly aren’t HERE! And you know what? If you don’t find them, it’s because they don’t exist normality is an illusion, and if you want to go chasing illusions, that’s fine by me, but I don’t want to see your sorry face here ever again!”
“Fine! You most certainly won’t! You and that little queer can just survive on your goddamn own, and let’s see how long you can support him selling your so-called ‘art’! Goodbye, Adele.”
“
That’s from page nine.
Current word count: 4246 (what it should be: 7000 …ack! *writes frantically*)
-teh M
NaNoWriMo- I’m insane.
ahahaha. yes. I’m doing NaNoWriMo this year. Kill me NOW. I am sure I will fail, but I dearly want to try. My mother is doing it as well. aheheh… ^^;;;;
NaNoWriMo profile:
Title: Getting to Know Dead Relatives
Genre(s): Historical Fiction/ Romance/ GLB&T
Main Characters: Andre (Math Geek, Gay, has a dead mother), Jon (lawyer, Andre’s father), Marie (in the flashbacks, Andre’s grandmother, French Resistance fighter), Rene (also in the flashbacks, Andre grandfather, French Resistance fighter), Gerard (more flashbacks, Marie’s brother, gay, killed by Nazis because of that). …and possibly others.
Story: Andre’s mother dies in a car accident, leaving him with a box of letters from his grandmother. As he read them he discovers paralells between his life and that of his grandmothers, and by the end of the box he has pretty much worked through his grief for his mother, got a cute boyfriend, and speaks to his dad again. yay!
Excerpt 1: “The clouds that had been threatening all day opened up just then, and the windshield was covered in dancing droplets of water, which nicely matched the waterworks occurring inside the car. Jon flicked the wipers on, and they began their rhythmic journey to nowhere, swishing back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.
After driving in silence for a time, Jon spoke again. “Y’know, when you were a baby, and you threw tantrums in the car, all I had to do was to turn on the windshield wipers. You would quiet right down, and just watch them. They fascinated you to no end.” He chuckled, but it was more with anxiousness than amusement.
“Stupid reminiscences won’t make me like you.” Andre said sourly, still talking to the window. But he wasn’t crying anymore. Maybe it was the windshield wipers.
Jonathon sighed. “It would be nice if you liked me, but that’s not what I was asking. I was planning on groveling before your feet, then apologizing some more. Then maybe inviting you to my house for thanksgiving?”
“I can’t believe you’re asking me this. For years not a word, not a letter, not a call, then mom dies and suddenly you want us to be all lovey-dovey like nothing ever happened? Like you never left?” He sounded pained.
“Andre, that’s not what I’m saying. I just think that it is high time for us to stop acting like strangers-” He began.
“And whose fault is that? Tell me, do I still disgust you? Or have you worked past the ‘I hate all faggots’ stage?” He finally looked at his father, to see his reaction to the question.
Jon winced. “Yes, I do believe I have worked past the ‘I hate all f-faggots stage’ as you so charmingly put it. And to set the record strai- I mean to get things strai- um… To clear the matter up, I never hated you. Ever. I could never hate you. Please remember that.”
Andre had to laugh. It was the first time he had laughed in over a week, and it felt good. His father trying to find a way to say what he meant without using the word ‘straight’ was a memory that he suspected he would treasure for a long time. Jon looked surprised at the unexpected giggle from his son, and glanced over in confusion.
“He he, it’s just- I’m not allergic to the word faggot. Or straight. You don’t have to dance around the issue. You could though. It’s funny.”
Jon found himself smiling at Andre’s mirth “Alright then, what should I say, oh wise one?”
“Just don’t say anything at all and maybe I can forgive you…eventually…” His smile faded as they pulled into the parking lot of the reception hall. “
It’s Andre!
there ya go chicas!
-teh M
Weekend. *tired* *busy* *headdesk*
I just drew an emo Jerry, a preppie Amy, and I’m working on Addie as a modern left winger. Don’t ask. It’s for halloween. I’m enjoying it. Gawd, Jerry looks great as an emo boy… tight pants ^^. I may use one all or none of them… hmm…
I have to go do PSAT testing this morning (ftw saturday morning? school? nyooo! ) So, cha.
In other news, I have some new music, which always makes me happy. More oooold Crosby, Stills, & Nash. ^^ Also some Regina Spector. I have strange taste in…everything…
SEMI-AMUSING STORY:
My sleep schedule is so screwed up. Okay, here’s the rundown. On thursday night I forgot to set my alarm. For MOST people that means they oversleep, right? Yeah, but not for me. I woke up at 3:16 am because I remembered I forgot to set my alarm. Do I suck or what? But wait, there’s more! I set the alarm, and procede to be unable to fall back aspleep until 5:00 or so…and then the alarm went off at 5:15. and I had gone to bed past eleven that night. All in all, under four hours of sleep. But I could catch up on thursday night, right? Um, wrong. Thursdays are my RISD class in providence, which means we get home at, oh, 10:30 pm. If we’re lucky. And I had to read the entire constitution and study spanish that night. So I didn’t get much sleep, needless to say. But I could sleep in on saturday morning, and get a full night’s sleep friday night, RIGHT? BUT NO! I CANNOT! PSAT TESTING TODAY! So I’m awake (unwillingly), pissed off, and blogging about it. bah.
-teh (tired) M
Mushrooms <3
So, I went on a mushrooming foray with the Boston Mycological Club. It was…interesting, to say the least. I basically walked around in the martitime forest all day on Cape Cod, taking pictures for Photography class, and enjoying the ocean air and the gorgeous day. I saw a duo of gray seals in the water. They are so much bigger than harbor seals, I had never realized. Such funny looking heads. ^^
In other news, I’m a bit behind on the comic, but I don;t think that should be a problem. I mean, that’s what a buffer is for, right? Right? It is too. Shut up.
For your little dose of previewage…vote on Buzz! ^^;;
-teh (busy) M
Faire-ly well…
So, chickies, I went to King Richard’s Faire, today, and it twas AWESOMETASTIC! I have a lovely bodice now, so I can squish my tits with something pretty. No, seriously, I can’t breathe, bend over or stretch, but at least I have cleavage. ^^;;
Also, I now have a tail and horns, as well as a new CD. And I got to walk around in long skirts and two shirts in 80 degree weather, with minimal water and sticky fried fair food, but it was a ridiculous amount of fun.
Sorry I haven’t been updating as of late, school has eaten me…again… this past week has sucked as far as photography class goes. two rolls of film, shot. *sigh*
Oh, and this is a funny test:
Which Famous Homosexual Are You?
Brought to you by Rum and Monkey
…oh course, I’m just an infamous one in reality… wait… I mean… um… non-famous… of course… er… ^^;
-teh M
As to children, dogs, and life, among other things.
So, I’ve been variously occupied as of late, what with life, dogs, children, and other things. ^^ But actaully, those just tonight. I played music with toddlers, and kept the dogs from licking them or knocking them over. We also had food.
Something semi-dramatic happened on the school bus the other day. Jamie got a call on his cell, and apparently his mother was in a hot-air-balloon accident. I kid you not. It was on the news. They got caught in a downdraft, and had to make an emergency landing. They took out two telephone poles. His mother was the only one hurt; sustaining minor burns.
As for comic news: tomorrow marks the LAST PAGE OF CHAPTER FIVE! WOOOOT! ^^ No preview today, since I haven’t been scanning lately. >>
-teh M
je ne comprehende pas.
Great, there I go again with the french! spanish is what I’m supposed to be learning. argh *head desk* And I probably misspelled that too, as it’s been a few years since french class. but I digress.
What I don’t understand (er, comprehend) is people. They’re so… HUMAN! It’s annoying.
Life is not so bad though. Really. I got new music the other day. find 75 Septembers by Cheryl Wheeler. It’s good!
For your little glimpse of what the future holds… behold… the FIRE of the might sun-god fallinh upon the heathen savages. BWAHAHAHA…. no, seriously, it’s OMG BACKSTORY! *bounces* doom upon you all, for it’s five pages of Yasmin-ful interlude. Then chapter six, and a grand ball. but I;m getting ahead of myself now. ^^
Sorry, it’s been a while…
Oh, school ate me. I haven’t posted since… since before the first day of school. So, I’ll update cha. It wasn’t as bad as I had imagined, really. Riding the school bus for the first time in six years proved to me that I’ve lived long enough to have something to be nostaligic about. I feel old. Seeing the people I used to know was strange. But my friend Bridget’s firends welcomed me graciously. They seem to be nice people. Weird, atypical, funky, non-popular. Me likey.
In other news, the comic is going well. I thought I’d get behind, but I haven’t. I’m going to post the new fall update schedule soon, sometime this weekend.
PoI trivia: In my original version of PoI, that never got put on paper, it begins with the scene in what is now chapter six. A lot less Lark, a lot more Jerry’s friends. ^^
A lovely little preview of Page 104, the last page of Chapter 5. *punches air*
-teh M
