April 13 2014

HERO (INTERMISSION)

 Hero was not a bad dog, even as Bailey. He never was. His major flaw is that he was a trusting being while also technically being a wild beast.

 

Jillie launched her anti-Hero campaign after the icky feeling that started in her stomach raced up her spine and hit her brain. She was too young to understand that spite coupled with her mother’s lack of answers was the true culprit. By lack of answers, Jillie meant it was unacceptable for her own father to be kept from her like a secret. Jillie knew that he was out there. Jillie knew Dahlia spoke to him and made him silent. Jillie knew it was all a conspiracy and the stupid dog was a distraction. In turn, to Jillie’s rational, the stupid dog, was a replacement, and a poor one at that.

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Still working. Next day off is Tuesday, so that is the next day I will truly be able to work, edit, format and put my Part 1 of this story into In Design.

Worried.

Classy Biped

april 12 2014

Today I worked eight hours then came home and figured out the outline for my published piece.

It may change. It most likely will change. But I'm getting closer to the end.

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For being a day that revolved around unfortunate events, It had turned out to also somehow be a good one. It had been three years since Kyle had left and in that time, Dahlia could count the good days between she and the girls on one hand. Watching them take to her in their own ways gave her a small sliver of hope that things were finally ready to move on.

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April 11 2014

I've been working on my first publishing project ever and I realize how incredibly detailed it all is, and also how "self publishing'' also means ''self reliant'' (duh?). I have a more actualized grasp on the structure of my project, but I am still unconvinced that my writing is good enough or ready enough to be printed on even just one copy. I've struggled with my need for perfection for decades. It's the reason I never get anything truly done. And also the reason I became a great storyteller (liar). If I just use my imagination and my social sense, I can work my way out of anything if it means that much to me to do so.

I want to better myself through art.
I know I am a good artist.
I wish I could stay focused enough to do so.


-classybiped/coward

April 9 2014

Writing Attempt: ....attempt something.

Her mouth dried out an hour previous
Or at least that's how long it seemed to have been devoid of any cushion between itself as a functioning object and itself as a vessel for expressing the thoughts of the brain it had been sewn to.

Her fingers pruned themselves after a sly comment from the intriguing brunette occupying the cushioned bar stool next to her asked for a sip of her water. This reminded her of a study she had once been told about while sitting in this same exact spot.

"You know how your fingers get all wrinkly in water?"

"Sure."

"It's evolutionary, you know?"

"No I don't. "

"It's traction.  It's because you gotta get outta the water and fast. It's like unnecessary nowadays but you gotta admit it's cool to think about." The stranger had then felt his way to the bathroom and she never saw him again.

She looked down at her textured finger tips and smiled. Time to run.

April 7 2014

I have reprised my role as mom #2 since I arrived in San Diego.  I'm not hating it. Not at all.

April 6 2014 (AKA I'm horrible)

Writing attempt: Actually posting to the blog.

I've been in CA visiting my family, attending my brother's wedding and meeting my second niece for the first time. Suffice it to say, I haven't had time to post on here but-- except for yesterday--I have written every day like I've promised. I just have had a hard time getting around to getting online.


NOT EXCUSING MY BEHAVIOR, just honestly freaking out about the deadline I have for my class and worried that I'm 'catch-up writing' instead of directly writing and designing my piece of work.

I have decided then, to publish a Part One of at least Two. I think it will be best for my sanity and most importantly, the product. (maybe I should visa versa that)

sigh.

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Jillie launched an anti Hero campaign not purely out of spite, but spite coupled with her mother’s lack of answers. By lack of answers, Jillie meant it was unacceptable for her own father to be kept from her like a secret. Jillie knew that he was out there. Jillie knew Dahlia spoke to him and made him silent. Jillie knew it was all a conspiracy and the stupid dog was a distraction. The stupid dog, was a replacement, and a poor one at that.

 

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I hate to say that things are still in progress....

 

 

but such is life.

 

 

Classy Biped

April Fools Day

I have no idea why April Fools Day exists. I do know I am terrible at it. I guess I never really felt the need to pull one over on someone else. Which in many ways goes against the personality most people equate with me.

After living through this particular April Fools, here's what I've learned about myself:

Because of my ability to be hilarious every day - I am given a pass.

Because of my sense of humor and natural skills at acting - I am able to lie my way out of anything.









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did some more editing on my novella today. Worried it's not going to be ready on time


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