Inspiration: where do you find yours?

Whether you’re a writer of novels or short stories, or a visual artist, everyone finds inspiration somewhere. For me, it depends on what I’m writing at the time. Back in the day when I was writing Purity (and I suppose again soon, as I intend to actually finally finish one of these days) I’d listen to darker music, lots of industrial stuff, and watch vampire movies. There was also one particular story I found that was great for inspiring me to write from the main male character’s perspective – it was, oddly enough, an Inuyasha fanfiction, but the way the author wrote Sesshomaru was similar to how I wrote Fane, and it unfailingly, each time I read it, made me want to write so I should probably get to reading it again one of these days, eh?

But for the things I currently write, like OtArb et al and Changeling, which are both deeply entrenched in fantasy – both worlds, religions, histories, etc, were all created solely by me – it’s easier to find inspiration, since this is more my area of expertise. I’ve torrented the epic soundtracks/scores of the Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind, IV: Oblivion, and V: Skyrim, and Assassins Creed II, the Hunger Games, Tron: Legacy, and Fable. I’ve also got a few songs from the soundtrack of all six Star Wars movies, and I’m planning on getting some Lord of the Rings tracks. These are excellent, because I separated each song into a different folder, according to their tone. The game music is especially good for this, because obvious fighting songs that play during fights, go into the fighting folder in iTunes. Related to this is games – I play a lot of games, so their universes help me fine-tune mine, and give me ideas how to better describe settings, especially when I’m just frolicking about the countryside.

I also do a lot of these things simultaneously. Before I got my Asus gaming PC – my predator drone – I’d sit with Lappy, my old laptop, and have my writing open while I played xbox games. Now, since everything I do is just on the predator drone, I’ll have iTunes open, headphones on, then write a bit, switch over to Skyrim, play a bit, then return to my main desktop, etc. And sometimes I’ll even have a movie on in the background. I like to waste electricity, is what I’m getting at here.

It works well for me. I listened to the sad Assassins Creed music when I finally offed the baddie in OtA, and I had a good little cry. It suits the mood of writing much better when you have a whole setup.

Does anyone else do the same? What do you all do for inspiration? It’s different for everyone; some people need utter silence, but me, I can’t handle silence even at night.

A thought on tauntauns

Let me ask you a question.

What person who has watched Star Wars – the original trilogy, and specifically The Empire Strikes Back – hasn’t wanted a pet tauntaun? They’re the most hideously cute fantastical creatures ever created scientific fact. Stop motion, white, furry, horned creature with little paws and balloon innards? What’s not to love?

Cute though.

Me, I’ve always loved tauntauns. In the old game Star Wars: Battlefront II, one could play on Hoth and, if you were fast enough, you could ride a tauntaun into battle.

SO. COOL.

But even better news coming up.

SW:TOR sent me an email saying that as part of the Legacy update, they’re going to send every player with an active Legacy, get this, a pet tauntaun.

omfg.

I remembered this today, logged on, thankful my subscription hadn’t yet expired, and sprinted out of the cantina to find a mailbox.

HRGG.

PET TAUNTAUN.

Hi, I’m a tiny tauntaun, and I’m cute as fuck.

It’s described as passively watching my adventures. So he’ll just pad around, being cute with his wittle horns and feeties and… backpack.

Go get SW:TOR, just to live the dream. Pet tauntaun. amg OTL.

Ponder ponder ponder

I recently acquired a plague on my hand. I don’t know what it is – though my mother surmises it is some sort of skin condition, like psoriasis or eczema. It started near the crook of my thumb, just little bumps that occasionally itched, and has since spread to the joint of my thumb and three knuckles, and it has begun migrating across the back of my hand. Only my left hand, mind you; the right is fine. They itch occasionally, but when they do, it’s enough to make me want to tear off my hand. And they bleed and turn red when I scratch them. Moisturizer doesn’t help, which blows.

I’m thinking it’s some kind of skin condition that is irritated by the cleaning products I use at work, like the soap and cleaner for the shelves. Who knows? I’m going to the doctor on Tuesday, so maybe he can explain my mystery plague.

Oh look, c'est moi!

In other news, I recently changed my hair colour. Recently being several weeks ago. I’ve been a redhead since summertime, and that hasn’t changed, only this time rather than do, what my hairdresser calls “rockstar red” all around or that with copper orange bangs, we did a more subdued rockstar red with daaaarrk purple bangs. Which you can see in this image. It only looks purple in the bathroom light, so far. Or maybe outside, but I can’t tell yet, as it’s too short. It looks more blue-black in person. Regardless, I love it.

I’m attempting to grow my hair out. It hasn’t been long since the days of my dreadlocks. I miss them. So much. I’ve definitely got cut-off-dreadlock-regrets. But once my hair is long again, I’m dyeing it blonde for the first time – platinum blonde. Borderline silver.

I also want more tattoos, as previously stated. It’s true what they say: once you get one, you want more.

My town is out of piercers, and my hip dermal has needed to be replaced for months. fml.

I want to have a Star Wars and Lord of the Rings marathon. Just take a weekend to rot in a basement in front of a tv.

Okay. I’m done rambling. I’ll give you a teaser or something next time.

 

Han: srs-cooking-face; Luke: startled deer-in-headlights-face.

For whatever reason, this post is picture-heavy

I am returned!

So, from Friday to Monday, today, I was in Edmonton visiting my father. Edmonton, for those who are unaware, is the provincial capital of my neighbouring province, Alberta. It’s about an hour flight away. My dad offered to use his airmiles to fly me out, and since it’s Alberta Family Day this weekend, he wouldn’t have to work and we could hang out.

And for those who are also unaware, Edmonton is home to the West Edmonton Mall, lovingly referred to as West Ed or WEM.

West Edmonton Mall (WEM), located in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, is the largest shopping mall in North America and the fifth largest in the world. The mall was founded by the Ghermezian brothers, who emigrated from Iran in 1959. It was the world’s largest mall until 2004.

West Edmonton Mall covers a gross area of about 570,000 m2 (well over 6 million sq ft). There are over 800 stores and services and parking for more than 20,000 vehicles. More than 23,000 people are employed at the property. The mall receives 28.2 million visitors per year; it also attracts between 60,000 and 150,000 shoppers daily, depending on the day and season. The mall was valued at C$926 million in January 2007. From Wikipedia.

So there you have it. It’s overwhelming. It’s not only a mall, but home to a theme park with the world’s largest indoor triple-loop roller coaster (more on that in a moment), a water park, a theatre with IMAX and 3D, a sea lion show, a skating rink, a stage, and a street for restaurants, not only a food court, which is aptly named Bourbon Street.

Fun fact about me: When I was in grade five, about 10 years old, I went with my mother and brother to see my father in Edmonton. Naturally, we went to West Ed. At Galaxyland, the park/fair/thing, there is this roller coaster, previously mentioned, called the Mindbender.

Three loops. Lotta Gs.

Being a brave and by that I mean retarded 10 year old, I wanted desperately to go on it. My brother, two years my senior, was smart enough to say no. I was too little. It could not be.

Side note: the maximum G-force of the Mindbender is 5.5. Typical people can handle 5 before losing consciousness.

This time, having grown a fair bit and being almost 10 years older and not nearly as brave/retarded, it was decided that my dad and I would go on. It lasts for just over a minute. Not so bad.

The pull of it was so extreme that on the loops you can’t move. My chin slammed  onto my chest and stayed there until we were on a level surface. It is going so fast (though it doesn’t look it, you can’t tell until you’re actually on) that you’re too stunned to scream. We all suffered in silence. Even the parts that didn’t seem so extreme, like the upward helix where the picture is taken, were hell.

When I got off, I could barely walk and was nauseous for hours afterwards. We then went on the relatively mild (only 3 Gs) Space Shot.

But holy God. Go to Edmonton to die on the Mindbender. It’s happened before.

We also went to the Titanic exhibit at the Telus World of Science. Real artefacts pulled from the wreckage, and the stories behind them. The extra fun part was that when you entered the exhibit, you’re given a replica boarding pass with information on actual Titanic passengers, and at the end there was a list of all passengers and crew, and who survived and died. I was a third class, 15 year old newlywed wife from Lebanon. Being that I was female, I survived! Good news. But it was a fascinating exhibit besides. It’s amazing how perfectly preserved some artefacts are. It’s been 100 years since the Titanic sank. It’s haunting stuff.

Anyways. In other news, I went to Build-A-Bear and got my second bear! My first, I got in Calgary last summer when I went to see Prince Will and Kate. He’s a Jedi, and his name is Obi-Wan Kenobi. Another huge fandom of mine is Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander series. So when I saw the Highland costume…

Scots outlaw and Jedi general.

James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser and Obi-Wan Kenobi, or just Jamie and Obi-Wan, for short. Jamie came complete with tam, booties, sporran, plaid, kilt, socks, coat, tie… you name it. I love Build-A-Bear.

Also also! If you’ve never shopped at ModCloth, an online vintage shop, you should. I did. And I got the BEST DRESS AND SHOES EVER.

The dress!

I have a thing for pinupy 50s/60s dresses I’ll rarely wear.

The shoes!

This was so worth it.

The HMV in West Ed was two storeys. Excellent. That, plus when I got to the HMV in Kelowna today after landing, I have a nice hefty number of new movies. Love ’em.

So that’s an update on my exciting weekend. I’m going to watch movies, go to work, then get drunk, as British Columbian law dictates when you turn 19. Oh, yeah, it’s my birthday tomorrow. Yay! :3

I’ll do that regular post thing later. Maybe a short story or teaser. Peace!

There’s always a bigger fish

Star Wars: Episode I: The Phantom Menace 3D

If you know anything about me, you’ll know that I really don’t like this 3D fad that’s overtaken the globe. Sure, it looks cool in certain settings, but it’s overrated. Add a little bit of nausea, a dash of expensive tickets, and a movie that would have been just as cool in 2D, and you get basically every movie being released. I thought TRON: Legacy suited the 3D I saw it in, because it was only 3D when they were in the Grid, and the whole sci-fi computer genre really suited it. However, most movies are not TRON: Legacy, and therefore don’t suit it quite as well. I’ll admit I will go to a 3D movie willingly – like The Lion King and Beauty and the Beast – if it’s a movie I desperately want to see or if it isn’t available in 2D at my theatre.

So, I don’t like 3D. Just my opinion. If you love it, that’s also good! The whole reason I flailed about like a spastic hyena at the thought of going to see The Phantom Menace in 3D is simple: I fcking love Star Wars, and why would I pass up the opportunity to see them on the big screen again?

Being that The Phantom Menace was not filmed for 3D – not like Underworld: Awakenings, which was an epileptic frenzy of things flying right at you – the 3D wasn’t spectacular spectacular. There were a few parts where I flinched (when the Gungan army plasma balls are launching right at you) and the space battles were pretty sick, but it wasn’t super awesome all around. So, it was perfect for me. If you’re a person who can’t stand 3D for whatever reason, but still want to see it in theatres, I’d highly recommend it. There were parts where you could take your glasses off and still watch semi-comfortably, since it wasn’t too, too blurry.

3D, whatever. I totally got to see Darth Maul in theatres again! 😀 Last time that happened, I was five and it was at IMAX in Edmonton.

Star Wars Fun Fact: The only time Darth Maul blinks during the whole movie is when Obi-Wan cuts him in half. If you’re reading this and haven’t seen The Phantom Menace, I’m sorry for spoiling the ending.

In other news, it’s Valentine’s Day. If you’re into it, happy Hallmark love day. If you’re not, happy Tuesday. The most I’m doing to get into the fluttery Cupid spirit is wearing red pants to work. Yippee!

Maybe I’ll go write a gross, sappy love scene in celebration of this commercialized fail-day. It has to be in Changeling, since I’ve basically forfeited all my lovey-dovey characters in Of the Arbour/Arena/Kingdoms in order to further the plot. Sage is lonely, but he can be a man and stop whining.

Like I said last time, I’m going to try updating regularly. We’ll see how far I get with that. This might be the last update for a while, since I’m going out of town for four days this weekend.

Mee jewz ku!

Caution: Construction ahead!

Happy end of the week, blogosphere! I, for one, have had a splendiferous week. Since getting my wisdom teeth pulled on the last of January, I’ve written just under 20 000 words in Changeling – I’ve revealed two major plot points, and started a third and fourth – and I’m most pleased because I’ve reached a point where I get to describe a lot of chaos. As in, destructive magic galore. Like this:

The second man hung back, prepping his bow and arrows, and the first launched at me, screaming in F’lish. I loosed a jet of fire as soon as he came near; when it hungrily caught the cloth of his tunic beneath his leather armour, he screeched and dropped to the ground. The mud did wonders of putting out the flames; as soon as he was no longer burning, I lifted the water from the mud and wrapped him in it, then promptly froze it.

Something whistled past my head and thudded into the tree behind me. Alarmed, I whirled around to see the second barbarian preparing another arrow—this one crackling with electricity.

I lifted my lip in a snarl. Aeromancy. Those who could control lightning were basically pyrophorics’ overexcited cousins. I waited, hands forward and ready, until he released the arrow. With a grunted Gabalic word, I raised my arms and a wall of water sucked from the mud and nearby plants shot up in the same motion. The arrow sailed through and clattered onto a pile of rocks, but its static charge slammed into the water with such force that it nearly knocked me over. Before it could dissipate, I shoved forward and knocked over my foe. His screams were garbled and silenced altogether as the electrified water surrounded him.

Wiping my hair off my sweaty forehead, I turned to see how Hession was faring. He still stood strong, fighting off two of the barbarians. The third had been dispatched and was lying nearby without a head, and one of the two still living was bleeding, ready to fall. To speed up the process, I enfolded him in a bubble of fire, holding it even as he collapsed and tried desperately to put it out. When his sizzling body finally went still, I rounded on the remaining man, who seemed to have gained the upper hand in their fight. Hession was bleeding, still blocking but not finding the energy to make another attack. His healing magic would be keeping him upright. I was impressed.

Rather than watch to see if he could win on his own, I pulled his enemy back and lifted him high into the air. He screamed to be let down, begged for mercy; I released the psychokinetic magic and hobbled through the debris and corpses to Hession’s side.

“How are you feeling?” I asked, slightly out of breath. A scream quieted and something crunched behind me, and he paled several shades.

He sat on a bed of moss and cupped a cut on his side with his hands. “I’ll be fine. Gabal Mages are terrifyin’.”

“Magic at its worst.” As he healed his wounds, I worked my way over to the first barbarian killed, the one frozen in muddy water. I peered through the gloom surrounding him, then melted the ice. His body tumbled to the ground, cold and most assuredly dead. Suffocated, likely.

Aisling is one cold bitch. But she gets the job done, and thoroughly. Changeling is an outlet for my suppressed pyromania. I love having Aisling light things on fire and watch them burn. A little twisted that way.

I also adjusted the spellcheck for Changeling, so apparently I do care enough. Not sure where that change of heart comes from.

So! The main purpose of this idle update is to point out that I overhauled my blog. Took a plain white theme already in the system and just added headers and customized things. Take note: this is my extreme nerdiness showing through. All headers are screenshots taken during my time picking flowers and decapitating elves with Wuuthrad in Skyrim. I like this infinitely better than the generic hippie theme I was rocking before. Don’t get me wrong, I adore colour, but this is so pristine. I love it.

If you think anything can be adjusted, let me know. I’m still tweaking it.

I wanted to take a really pretty screenshot of the Balosar outpost space mission in Star Wars: The Old Republic, but for some reason the predator drone didn’t comply. It captured an image, but it only came out black. So I’ll fiddle around a bit and see what’s up. Not like Balosar is going anywhere. What I really wish I’d taken a shot of was the time I was top of the leaderboard in a PvP warzone. Playing against veteran MMOers, and the whole time unsure of our team’s overall goal, I simply slaughtered whomever I came across and got a lot of awards and points.  Like a boss.

Steam is having a marathon of Skyrim mods today. All free and available. I got a few mandatory ones – like faster arrows, faster weapons, a Dovahkiin retreat – but then there were the dumb ones. I almost downloaded a mod for Assassins Creed: Brotherhood Ezio armour for females. Somehow resisted that one. And mudcrabs in top hats? Really? Though, I got two pretty stupid ones – Psijic robes, unnecessary, and, get this, a lollipop war axe and great axe.

Naturally, I made one and gave it to Cicero. It only does one damage, but we’ll see if we can work around it.

Randomness over. Enjoy the new blog, and enjoy seeing Star Wars: Episode I: The Phantom Menace in 3D this Friday, because I sure won’t – my shitty little town can’t handle the badassery. Booooo.

A belated Christmas and an update on life

Merry Christmas, blogosphere! Or rather, Merry belated Christmas! I hope you all had a wondrous, magnificent, and safe holiday from school, work, and what-have-you. Aside from the fact that I only got one day off, I had a dandy old time meself. My day essentially consisted of waking up, opening gifts, playing Sims 3 all day, eating, playing more Sims 3, hanging out, going to bed. Which is a really good day in my book.

And look! How cool are these bad boys?

Pretty sick, eh?

To add to the glory, they also sound as good as they look. So those are awesome. I was also blessed with lululemons excruciatingly overpriced yoga pants that I probably didn’t need but they’re sooooooo comfortable; a massive and glorious Star Wars poster with all the characters who make even the briefest of appearances in the movies – such as Aurra Sing, who spends a whole of ten seconds on-screen in Episode I, during the Boonta Eve podrace on Tatooine – two books, Shockaholic by Carrie Fisher, and the Gendarme, a novel about the Armenian genocide; blue leather driving gloves; three Elvis Pez dispensers; a singing, holographic Elvis ornament; and my very own, shiny copy of Star Wars: The Old Republic. I seem to be very easy to shop for, judging by the themes here: Elvis and Star Wars, anyone?

So, that was nice. I’m still recovering from my turkey coma. Leftovers 4 lyf.

And on Boxing Day – which I learned recently is a Canadian thing, according to my American coworker; so it’s just a post-Christmas shopping day, all you Amurricans – I managed to snag me eight seasons of Seinfeld on DVD for $10 each. I say eight, because for some reason season 6 was sold out. Ouch. It was probably the best season, too. But that was a beautiful happening.

Later on Boxing Day, Bethany joined me at my humble abode. We went to Walmart in hopes of finding Mafia II for cheap, but ended up buying Seinfeld and Gilmore Girls. So we were just going to play LA Noire instead. However, upon going to the living room, she pointed out that she hadn’t yet seen my new computer. I opened it up, got it started, and to prove how fast it is compared to my old computer – or any computer, really – I started up Skyrim.

So Skyrim opens to the menu screen, and to my surprise, Bethany clicks NEW.

Now, don’t get me wrong. She’s a casual gamer. Like I said, we were going to game when she came over. But she usually just fucks around my files, a la Red Dead Redemption, when she wasted the whole two grand I managed to scrounge up and gambled it all away within a matter of minutes. But no. She was going to play Skyrim on her own.

The option comes up to pick a race, when Hadvar is getting you ready to go the headsman’s block in Helgen. I ask Bethany if she wants to be a warrior, rogue, or mage, and explain how each race can do each thing, but some specialize in a certain area. She declares warrior. We make a Redguard, the most naturally talented warriors. She creates Mo’niq the badass Redguard warrior, then starts to just head out and play, albeit with some struggles due to having never gamed on a PC before.

She’s now level 6, and just about never needs my help, except for maybe getting through Nordic barrow puzzle doors.

I converted her! By accident! So proud of my bb.

Speaking of gaming, I recently discovered on Sims 3 that you can change the skin colour, not just tone. As in, the options to have blue, green, and red skin were discovered. Naturally, I made a family of really weird aliens. Then ideas started cropping up.

So… I may just be starting a sci-fi idea now. Main character is a unit commander specializing in the protection and safety of representatives of the Concord – a galactic alliance, if you will. Her name is Analise Jaeger, but we just call her Ana. Her right hand is Sean Pressley, the tech nerd. Currently, Ana and her squad are joining human representative Lang of the Concord to convince the aliens of a hostile desert planet that they need to join the Concord. These are very intelligent aliens, but they are stubborn isolationists, and want nothing to do with the Concord. However, Ana and Sean and Co. come across an unusual specimen of this race, a young woman who is fascinated by human culture, and culture of other alien races. She’s her clan historian, but her innocence and naivety make her the brunt of jokes to her people. From there, where shall I go? Perhaps on another stereotypical sci-fi route. There isn’t too too much you can do with a space opera to make it unique, but God knows I’ll try.

Gaming = inspiration.

The Old Republic is glorious, too, fyi. I’m on the Crucible Pits server, if you want to help me slay things for the good of the Jedi and Republic – if I’m playing as Lacy the happy blue Twi’lek. If I’m playing as Tu’Kira the angry Chiss bounty hunter, maybe I’ll just light you on fire. We’ll see.

Time to get addicted to an mmo, woo!

I have Skype!

Okay. Tired. Past 1 am. Want to game, but will wait for brother to go online tomorrow so he can help me slay angry Twi’lek wannabe Dark Jedi on Tython.

My server is PvP. Daunting.

And that, dear ones, is current events.

Goodnight!

Rakghouls! No!

Uh oh. Jessica discovered the magic of Steam.

So, Valve, a game developer who created such lovable classics such as Left 4 Dead, has this wonderful website/software called Steam. Steam has PC games with beautiful prices, that download and install directly onto your computer. I’m a PC convert, and I’m learning how helpful PC gaming can be, especially compared to console gaming. I mean, I love xbox, always will, but really? Everything PC is better.

I’m prepping for Skyrim when it comes out this Friday, and my life goes to ruins, and in order to do so I have to learn how to use keyboard and mouse instead of controller and thumbsticks. Also, my brother and I wanted to see how beast the predator drone is when downloading and running games. So we installed Steam and went to the $10 and under games. Lo and behold, what should I find but one of the glorious, nostalgic games of my childhood that introduced me to the magic of the pre-movie, ~4000 BBY EU?

That’s right – Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic, made by Bioware (luv!) and LucasArts.

It’s an old game. Very old. My childhood was defined by my old Star Wars games for the original xbox. I missed Revan, Carth or Kaidan, amirite? Bastila, Mission, Zaalbar, Canderous, HK-47 and the good o’ gang. I didn’t know how much I missed it until we finished installing it (in record time, thanks to my boss computer) and I heard the stereotypical IM DED scream for the first time.

Then, I found myself able to quote even the random Tarisian strangers Carth and I came across as we frolicked through Sith quarantine zones, giggling at the jokes, and just all around loving every minute of it.

I’m never going to finish NaNoWriMo at this rate. I’m going to play KotOR until my wrist falls off, and then Skyrim is coming out, and oh Jesus. Sorry, Stride and Carol. This is consuming me. Although, I’m only a few thousand words behind the daily par of NaNo right now, which isn’t too bad. I’m not too concerned about finishing it on time, since it’s not really an important competition. Do you even win prizes? I have no idea. It’s pretty much just a big writing prompt to me.

More importantly, I have KotOR again, and I get to become a Jedi. Life goal = complete.

I should probably go get my lightsaber and frolic around now. brb.

His father pressed his fingers into his forehead and sighed heavily. The papers laid out on his desk rustled and one nearly fluttered away; Stride nimbly caught it before it could, and delicately set it back where it had been. “Was I? I must have been. It seems I am always looking for you.”

“What’s it for this time?”

“What do you think it is for? I know you will not want to hear this, Stride, but it feels that ever since your mother passed away—”

“Oh, Father, must you?” Stride groaned, leaning back and clapping his hands over his face. If it wasn’t the rage, it was the guilt…

“—you just don’t care about anything anymore,” he finished solemnly. “It feels as though your mother gave you purpose. You know, putting slugs in my sheets and my inkwell is the first time I have seen you actively pursue botany since she passed. It feels as though you are avoiding it, as you avoid your classes, as if it causes you pain.”

“You think I want to do something she did? It’s only been four years since she died. You can’t tell me you don’t miss her. Even you must have a heart. Or was she just a place for you to stick—”

He slammed his fists on the table, and Stride immediately shut his mouth. “Do not think to preach to me about the immorality of lust!” he roared, leaping to his feet and leaning over the table, nearly nose to nose with his son.

Stride’s face contorted into a livid snarl. “And who do you think I learned it from? It couldn’t possibly be Mum now, could it? No, she was the perfect image of holy devotion, wasn’t she?”

“You learned it from no one! You are acting like a child, Stride, not a man! You are so clearly disturbed and immature that you think your relentless jokes and promiscuous nature are going to rebuild shattered confidence and insecurity, but you are sorely mistaken. It will only cause you more pain.”

Stride scoffed and brought up his knees, resting his feet on the lip of his father’s desk. The Master moved back, still glaring daggers into his son. “What would you know of what I think, or what I go through? You don’t care enough to ask. You only assume. Mum always made sure she knew what was going on,” he spat venomously. “You’re a sad excuse for a father.”

“And you would know better? You’ve never been anywhere but here. You have never seen the world. You know nothing of what exists beyond these walls.”

“Whose fault is that? Thanks for knocking up the botany teacher, Dad. Just brilliant.”

The Master’s dark eyes narrowed, and he stood from his chair, pressing his fingers on the desk as if to keep steady. “Do not patronize me, Stride. You think you can keep secret from me the midnight escapades you hold? This is my school; I know of every single thing that goes on within its walls, no matter how devious students think they are. You are my son, so of course I am going to keep close tabs on you.”

Stride rolled his eyes and looked away from his father’s heated glare. “Good, my own father is spying on me. How lovely is that? Can you tell me what time I took a shit today?”

“Do not be petulant with me.”       

“Do not do this, do not do that,” Stride muttered with a long sigh. “Encourage me, for once.”

I’m a versatile blogger!

Ooh, look what I got.

Weird, I’ve only actually been  a blogger for two weeks!

The fantastic Elisa Michelle (http://elisamichelle.wordpress.com) awarded me with this, naming me a versatile blogger. I reckon it’s true – I don’t really stick to one thing often.

According to Elisa, these are the rules:

  • Thank the person who gave you the award and link back to them
  • Tell your readers 7 things about yourself.
  • Give this award to 15 recently discovered bloggers
  • Contact those bloggers and let them in on the news
I’m just a baby – a two weeks old blogger. I don’t know anyone else D: Oh, wait! My brothuh-from-anuthah-mothah, Bethany (http://beedawgg.wordpress.com/). She’s new. And I guess she’s versatile. Yay!
So. Seven things about myself, eh?
Joy.
  1. If my life goes to plan, I’ll make a career out of my writing. I know it’s totally unrealistic, but that would be so glorious. Otherwise, I’ll go to school to become a) A journalist, b) A history teacher, or c) A video game writer, and end up working for Bethesda or Bioware :3 (these aren’t in any particular order). This is just proof of my nerdiness.
  2. Like stated in my writer bio, I adore Star Wars. How much do I adore Star Wars? I have a Star Wars tattoo. It’s the Alliance Starbird, aka the symbol of the rebels in the original series. I have a lightsaber – a replica of Anakin Skywalker’s that lights up, flickers, glows, hums, and makes noise when you strike things. I have multiple t-shirts, posters, video games, books. I have all the movies in DVD, four in VHS. I used to have a subscription to the magazine, and I was part of the fan club. I know a lot of random facts about the past, present, and future EU. I know what the EU is (that should be fact enough; the first time I said EU to a dude, he pretty much shit his pants. “A girl knows what the EU is?!”) I dressed up as a Sith apprentice when Revenge of the Sith came to theatres. That’s how much I love Star Wars. Suck it.
  3. I live in the only true desert in Canada, excluding the Arctic tundra.
  4. I’ve been to Europe. France, Germany, Switzerland, Italy, and Austria. Switzerland looks like Canada – my part of Canada, at least, since over 50 Switzerlands could probably fit in my grand country.
  5. When I go to Scotland one day, I’m going to Craigh na Dun outside Inverness, and I’m going to step through the stones.
  6. One of my lifetime goals is to live in a Hobbit hole. This, obviously, is after I’m rich of my book sales and a movie contract.
  7. My favourite animals are bears and foxes. To be specific, brown bears and red foxes. One day, in my Hobbit hole (which will be in the Scottish Highlands, by the way), I’ll have a pet brown bear named Sunday, and a red fox named Riley. And we will all love each other.
Thanks, Elisa! Who am I to deny an internet award? :3