Writing Projects

So, I've told myself that I don't write enough anymore.

And that, quite frankly, I've only gotten worse rather than better.

So, in order to solve this problem I started a project with two of my friends.

It's a writing project, a little blog where we make characters and write short stories with them. We each make one character, all exchange characters, and write a short story.

Accidental Voodoo Shenanigans

Great Idea, great fun! Can't wait till it's rolling.

But, also, on the side, I've decided I will take random characters I've doodled or drawn before and write a short story for them. Or, at least, a background.

I have a LOT of random 'original' characters. So, I'll be dropping a few in here, all followed by a short story.

Why am I not sleepy?

Excerpts from Visual interactions.

You know, I think I know why I've been so depressed lately.

I mean, other than missing CA, all my friends and family there. But also, I like getting nober a lot. And I like doing art, writing, painting, making shit, adventures, etc.

When I was in CA I had a job. Two jobs, actually. And I'd spend a lot of time working.

Part of my off time was spent with friends at home doing all of the above or playing video games.

Back then, with having two jobs, I didn't quite have a lot of it. So when it happened, it was special. Off days were some sort of magical.

But now, everyday is an off day. Nothing to do. No 'special' about it. And much less magic when I'm getting prodded half the time at Dr's appointment.

It's no longer my gift from being at work. It wasn't a prize I deserved.

It's just another day, same old shit. Nothing to do but watch TV or do Art.


Everyday is exactly the same.


It's so boring it's depressing.

I'm gonna go do some art now. And smoke a cig. Maybe Txt someone.

And, tomorrow, from around ten am to 3am will be exactly the same.

(Unless Maria calls.)

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I watch him play guitar while I smoke, write, and paint. I multi-task well.

His back is turned to the room. He's facing the dresser. It's been a while since he's picked up his guitar.

Today, while cleaning the bedroom, I put it away. After a while he noticed I had moved it.

I told him that, before, he'd leave his guitar out all the time. But he'd play it all the time. The placement of the instrument would change every few hours. Sometimes in a day or two. I saw the practicality of it and I loved watching and listening to him play. We'd sit around and he'd sing and make up songs.

It was nice, so a guitar just lying around the house didn't bother me at all. He'd put it away to take with us if we were going on a drive, on a walk, camping, or adventuring.

Now it just sits at the same spot all the time. For weeks. So I put it in its case today.

His eyes slightly watered. He looked at the guitar.

'That's sad...'

I nodded.

Told him I missed it.

Now he's beating at the strings, his fingers only the slightest of clumsy, stringing different sounds to make a myriad of tunes.

Practice.

In every twang you can feel his sadness. In his reflection in the mirror, where I can only see his face, he looks determined.

I think he's depressed too and he's trying to play his joy back.

Court his muse with a tune and ask her to whisper joy into his ears as he plays once more.

There's Beauty in the Breakdown- I like to pretend there's an audience...

So, these are a few things I've written over the last few months. We just recently moved back to Puerto Rico (my husband is a CA native and I had been living there for 4 years.)

I didn't have a PC since UPS kinda broke my monitor. But regardless I'd still write the old way. Paper and pen. Just figured I'd pass it onto my online journal. For archives sakes.

After this I'll be posting some art on my Voodoo Spunk Art blog.


Prologue to Puerto Rico

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[Attempt at...] Random thought.

We're like ghost trains going into the middle of no where.

[Attempt at] Song lyrics.

"Keep telling me you're lost and fucking confused.

If you ask me for directions, I'd tell prolly tell you to turn left. 'Cause you're never gonna be right.

But in all truth, girl.
All you need is to walk.
Walk a straight line, tie down your life line. And don't worry if you stray. Cause we all do.
We all fucking do.

The Path is a bit winding,
and the forest a bit distracting.
With its lights reflecting off the dew.

All you gotta do is remember
you got you life line toed down, secure.
Nice and firm.

Path's mot going anywhere.
you only have yourself to blame
for venturing into the wolves den,
the lions mouth.

You don't need no directions girl. But if you were to ask,
I'd tell you to go left. Cause, babe, you're never gonna be right.

And a loser like me, girl, sure as hell doesn't have answers
for a beautiful being like you.

Oh babe, all I can tell you is that
the road ahead is full of pot holes
and under construction signs.

A detour here and there.
Maybe a trap or two.

You draw your own map. like some Etrian Odyssey.

There will be vendors as the side of the road,
and people dancing naked 'tween trees.

But don't get distracted
Can't ask for directions.
We're the creators.
We're the architects.
We're the geographers and cartographers of our own winding maze of a road.

'Cause if you were to ask for directions
Oh, if you wanna ask for directions.
Ask a loser like me for directions.
Girl' I'd tell you to go Left.
Us humans are never right."

[An attempt at Poetry] An ode to the Endless - Delight

In a soul so cold I lie in wait
This void, this hole easting, writhing
My breath gone, a sigh escaped
through lips so numb.

Morning has not come in days gone. Reigning darkness in, soul so void, empty, cold.

Before the world was a world
Before breathe was breath
Before even gods were born.

There were the endless.
First of the endless there was death.
For death and life were both things of mortality.

Then there was dream
As humans lived and dies
The, and other creatures, dreamed.

And as they dreamed, they learned of Delight.
Delight was born of dreams and life and joy.
She was beautiful, brilliant.
All that made others so very happy
She was an incarnation of.

At first humans found delight in all things.
Then, humans found destruction, desire, despair.
War, Pain, Suffering, Lust.
All things that are human.
Decadent, apathetic, selfish and uncaring.

Desire began fading.
Her skin became pale.
Her eyes the color of melted lollipops.
For when humans forgot gods,
even the endless would fade.

For a long time, delight wept.
Her golden hair torn from her scalp.
Lips the wet of fish,
toenails soft as paper.

And as the flowers in her hair withered.
Delight becomes delirium.
Delight becomes Delirium.

[Attempt at] Poetry

Walking in the fog,
through the apple trees

Bird came down,
hovered over me for a second
'fore landing on my shoulder.

It had feather like no other
and the eyes of human kind.

Opening its big fleshy beak.
"Woulds you happen to know, sire, which way south might be?"

Looking left.
Looking right.
Fog for days
ripe apples like bleeding hearts.

I've little sense of direction,
my dear phoenix.
I've given myself to the fog.
You and I live in two different dimension

During PR.
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Beach: Pi~ones.

'No matter WHAT you NEVER hit a bitch holding a baby.
Even if she just slapped you across the face in front of a million people at the beach.'

'Never EVER put Kool-Aid in a water dispenser. - GHETTO!'

Myrkle. Defined:

1. Unicorns are man made.
2. I CAN WALK! yelled in front of a man that is visibly and very handicapped.
3. Maria Isabelle

Onions. Defined:

1. 'I hate onions and I hate you!'
2. Chelsie Sisk.
3. 'Hanyanarisa.'

[Notes on Novel/Comic/Short stories] A'leon & Kirai - The Meeting

A'leon and Kirai meet @ a bar. She's playing music and dancing at a bar.
A'leon is at the bar drinking while she's dancing around the tables. She's pick poketing. He notices. They lock eyes for a second. She smiles and dances over to him even though she knows she has to leave soon.
He's wearing his monacle so he can see through her disguise of a human.

As she dances around him the music stops. She bows to the crowd and sits by him. They talk for a bit (she mentions she loves his hat, makes some slight remarks about it in jest). As the convo is getting interesting a man stands up and calls Kirai a thief. She laughs.

'That's my que, see you 'round commandant.'

She winks at him and runs out.

She runs out hurriedly,a mob of men right after her. A'leon pays for his drink and follows, watching.

She turns into an alley and transforms to herself (Tall. About 6 ft tall. Red in skin colour where there are scales and dark tan skin where there are none. Long whippish tail, small fangs, curved horns like that of a goats, golden eyes that are almond shapped, the iris like that of a cat.)

A man sees the change, startled, she does the first thing that comes into instincts and pulls out her sword. She fights him off quickly, but witht he time lost other men have seen her original form as well. The chase continues.

She's in a building now. With her sword sheathed and a riffle at hand now. In her other hand, a pistol, with her second one at the ready. She shoots at the oncoming horde of angry and drunken men. She's cornered, not enough time to reload any of her weapons. There's a window behind her.

As the men talk about raping her (filthy demon) a grenade flies in through the window behind her. Someone down bellow shouts "JUMP!" in celestial.

She jumps out the window. She flies/falls down as fire and smoke escape through the window, the room exploding witht he men within.

A'leom catches her in his arms.

'I knew you'd come in handy!' She says, smiling as if she had it all under control and was not one bit worried. About the men, about the rape, about the fall. He checkles and sets her down. The authorities chase after them.

They finally manage to escape the authorities (they disguised and hid at an upper class inn).
Here, they talk some more, here, they dance to music. Here, she takes his hat from his head and sets it on hers for the first time. Grinning up at him and winking.

[Attemp at notes comic/novel/short story/ies] A'leon and Kirai - Goodbyes

They make love. (By now they have been lovers and partners in crime for a while. Never actually expressing their love.)

He gets a letter in the middle of the night about leaving on a ship in the morning to join the revolution. The Rebellion to take back their/his country. To return to it as their own once more. She reads it and wants to go. They celebrate the rebellion with wine. He puts sleeping potion in hers.

In the morning she awakens to find him gone, all but his hat left where his head would usually rest. She runs to the docks and arrives as the ship/galleon is just leaving. She can see him on board. (He had been waiting for her, almost. Not conciously, but his eyes searched for her mostly than looking at the port and what he'd be leaving for the months on ahead.

She shouts, shouts his name. He ignored her, although he can hear her. Her voice loud and shrill in anger and desperation. A tinge of cold heartedness and a whole lot of pain. Sadness. He can only imagine her fear. That he might not come back. But it was for the best. She would not be safe. It would not be the logical choice to bring her. Not for him. Not for her.

She sings their song into their message rings. He listens for a moment, hesitating before smashing it into pieces. This way she won't track him. This way she won't find a way to follow. But secretly, this way he won't think about her all the time.

Authorities catch her. She's put into jail where she meets a necromancer and a kobold and a woman. Amazonian looking.

The Necromancer says that as long as they agree to help him he will set them all free.
Eventually, they agree and make a blood pact.

The Kobold is a wizard, the woman is a fighter/seductress.

The necromancer's servant sets them free. They escape the authorities and travel to the necro's homeland.

Adventures including fighting off the authorities, guards, and a band of kobolds happens in between getting to his homeland. Traveling through mines and Kirai acquiring two pets/followers/friends/body guards. Gnolls who think of her as their alpha female (who gives them shinies and is nice to them).

Meeting a dark Celestial within Necro's homeland. A knight whom Kirai grows interested in. More out of curiosity. Adventures continue.

[Attempt at Notes comics/novel/short story/ies] A'leon and Kirai - Reunions

Eventually A'leon finds Kirai and joins them to watch over her. Kirai is pissed and not talking to him. Making snide remarks and pointedly being harsh with him. A'leon takes it all in cool stride, trying to cope and understand her anger and frustration. Gives her space. They are happy and make love only the first night.
Only in battle do they show affection or any sort of true communication. As they've learned how to be excellent partners in battle.

[Secret]
The Necro is trying to build a gollem to conquer his homeland.

[Secret]
The Kobold is trying to revive a black dragon to take back to his country and let the dragon conquer the world.

[Secret]
The woman is a pit gladiator slave runaway like Kirai, trying to find her place in the 'normal' world and not get caught again by slave masters from The Sand Pits.]

[Planing for a Party/Art project] Mask Party where we make masks for all invited. The masks will be of Animals that we think represent that individual.

Virgil- Fox
Hannah- Cat
Logan- Raven
Ryan- Wolf
Laguna- Racoon
Myself- Lion
Doddy- Owl?
Ashley- ?
Steve Sisk - Gorilla
Levi- ?
Katrina- ?
Angie & Mike - Bear
Reyna- Koi fish? Swan?
Andy- Falcon?
Emily- Panda
Marisa- Day of the dead?

Break
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This is of course not the complete list of people that we will invite. Just the first people we were working on mask ideas for. Others will come in the future. Sadly, we're stuck here for a while so we will have plenty of time (which is a good thing).

There are, of course, more things I've written. But right now I have finished my second cup of coffee and I must go get cigarettes. I am out and it is painful. So when I get back I'll make another blog post with -hopefully- the rest of what I've written since my arrival on the island.

Maybe even some of the before stuff, if I find any that is.