Paladin Armor?!

I might have found it!

I have total crap visual imagination. I can imagine kinda what something looks like, but not very well.

Well I found something AWESOME. Imagination? Pffttt not when I have Google!

Ignore this guy's head. Neck down, people.

I love it!! Seriously! I'd change the colors a little bit, but it's really working for me. I can totally imagine Ghyslain stomping around in something like that, swinging his hammer into people. Freakin' excellent.

I Writed A Poem

Okay, first of all, I didn't want to. But my creative writing teacher made me. Something about a grade. What?! You can't force me to write a poem! I'm pretty sure this is against the Geneva Conventions!!

It's not? Did you check? You did. Just now? Shit.

Fine, I'll write a stupid poem. Just slap some words together, pretend to be artsy, blah blah. It's not like I have to even rhyme nowadays, right?

What do you mean, it has to be a form poem?

Does a haiku count?

No.

Can it be about dinosaurs?

No.

Well... GAH I can't write a poem!!!!!!!!

I was wrong. I can write a poem, and I even wrote it from the POV of one of my Paladins in 13th House. Engeler, the Twelfth Paladin. Here's what I turned in to my teacher:


The character is Engeler, a member of the cursed 13th House. He wrote poems and songs lamenting the unfortunate fate of the Paladins, members of the 13th House who are captured by the Faith of the Hand and tortured into willing slavery. This poem was written as he sat besieged in his home, soldiers of the Hand outside and beating down his doors to take him away to be turned into a Paladin.

The Paladin’s Appeal

The Paladin’s appeal is brief,
So hearken, listen to the thief
Of souls, his plea now must begin—
The dire and sinful Paladin.

For sins undone in waking life
The men come, palming rev’rent knife,
To purify by ghoulish grin
The dire and sinful Paladin.

They come for him from cities far
With love that hates, and fingers scar.
The sacred text has words which thin
The dire and sinful Paladin.

Away, the south, the endless gorge,
Holds men who seek to maim and scourge
The spirit that he keeps within
The wretched angel Paladin. 


I got it back, graded, on Monday. 74 out of 75. He didn't get the line "With love that hates, and fingers scar." I think it's just because he doesn't understand the weirdness ongoing in my brain. That's okay. I'll take a 74/75 for a poem I wrote in, literally, ten minutes. I changed a couple of things at the suggestion of some more poetry-minded friends, but not much. And I got a poem for my novel. Weeehooo! Not a wasted word.

Another Nifty Writing Video

So I already posted that link to the Brandon Sanderson videos, and now I've found another one.

WARNING: It's pretty long. 45 minutes or thereabouts. However, it's completely worth it to watch the entire thing.

This guy explains why the Hunger Games is such a captivating story, and outlines what you can do to make your characters and plot as engaging.

Now, even if you don't particularly care for the Hunger Games, Suzanne Collins did do a lot of stuff right. There's a lot of great advice for creating a great character, riveting suspense, and more fun stuff. So check it out! You'll be glad you did.

Don't Bother Me When I'm Killing People

I got up this morning with the urge to kill.

One of my characters.

And a couple of the neighbor kids, but I didn't actually kill them. I did actually kill one of my characters, and it was sad.

Husband didn't work today. We had plans to go see Prometheus at 1:50. Around 12:30, I was still parked in front of the computer with no pants on, typing feverishly and listening to sad music.

Husband said, "Hey, are you going to be ready to go in like an hour?"

I said, "Mmrrhhmm."

Half an hour later, he said, "Hey, thirty minutes."

I said, "Uh-huh."

Twenty minutes later, he said, "Have you brushed your teeth yet?"

And I said, "Honey I'm in the middle of killing someone this is a very emotional time for me I just have to finish, and he has to die, and then we can go, OKAY?!"


He said, "Oooooookaaaaay."

I finished killing my character. Poor guy. He never saw it coming. But that's okay. Protagonist learned something, and the plot marches on. Like it always does.

Synopsis!

I got asked for a synopsis today.

Spent the last few hours writing one.

It's rubbish. Rubbish, I say! But that's what revisions are for. I never thought I'd be in such anguish over such a small collection of words. It's not even a thousand.

Sigh.

Tomorrow.

Pixar Is Awesome

Someone posted a link to the Pixar Blog on Scrib.

This particular post is the 22 Rules to Writing a Story.

I agree wholeheartedly, and since I have nothing to add, I won't restate them here. Just read it. You'll be glad you did.

The Coolest Feeling Ever

So, I just experienced the coolest thing a couple days ago.

I sent my novel to family and friends about a month ago (scroll down if you want to read my agonizingly stupid post about it), and anxiously awaited their feedback and opinions.

My mom and dad think it's gross. Score.

My brother liked it.

One of my mom's friends liked it but thought the ending was too rushed.

And so on.

I was talking to someone (who shall remain anonymous to protect his or her identity, unless someone bribes me with cake), and I brought up my novel (because that's what writers do, bring up their writing), and to my immense and pants-wetting surprise, this someone began to talk about my characters (Connor in particular) like they were actual people.

And the only thought I could manage to think, over and over again, was, "Sweet Jesus. My imaginary friends are real."

The Final Countdown

I just realized I didn't post here about... something...

Well, I engage in a kind of superstitious belief that if something cool might happen, I tell as few people as possible until said cool thing does happen. It feels like the more people I tell, the less likely the cool thing is to happen.

So anyway, yeah, a cool thing may or may not happen here in the next couple of weeks. I was given an approximate date to expect some kind of thing, and that date approacheth.

Sorry for the vagueness. I even kind of feel like just saying there is a cool thing in the works might jinx it. AAHHHH!