Still drained, but feeling more like myself.

A LGBTQ-Fest seems to be a good way of kicking off National Pride Month, huh?

Y’know, earlier today, I had this whole mini-speech planned out about how LGBTQ has affected not only my writing, but also my life as a whole. I was even gonna confess this blurb about the time I came out as bisexual to my mother. I wasn’t planning on closing today, but like with most weekends for the past several weeks, I ended up staying anyways.

Anyways, I was talking to some friends about the weird dreams I’ve been having ( and about how the the one about London NOT being safe seems to be coming true…), and Niax brought up a solution–one I can’t believe I’ve overlooked all this time. I needed a good chunk of malachite. If I remember correctly, malachite can be used for remembering dreams, and can help you stay grounded during those weird/trippy/vivid/lucid dreams. They can also help chase away nightmares. I’ll admit, I love going to my local Pride Fest because of the cool vendors and stands they have there. While out, I stopped at one of my favorite shops to get holistic stones, and asked if they had a large chunk of malachite available. I had already bought a bracelet of it from one of the vendors, but I needed a chunk to keep near me while I slept. A helpful clerk brought me over to a display case. They had malachite stones carved and cut into the shape of owls. There was this lovely one I saw that I really wanted…but it was priced at about $90 (USD). I saw one I liked almost as much for only $30, so I went for that one instead. Our bed has a window above it. Owls are one of my spirit animals. Currently, she’s sitting in the window above my bed. Since placing her there, I’ve felt better in general, and my quality of sleep has improved slightly.

Speaking of London…I’m actually quite devastated over the attacks in London. Like I’ve probably said before, I’ve considered it a second home, and if I were ever to give up my US citizenship, it would be one of the first places I would consider moving to (aside from New Zealand and Amsterdam). If I have any readers in London (or in the UK overseas in general), then I beg of you all: please stay safe. Things have been escalating more and more, and I fear the worst. I know the US is full of idiots (hell, there’s one in office right now. Still think it was a good idea to vote?), but I want at least some of you to know that I’m not the only one standing by your side. It’s a shame that only in times of tragedy we all come together like this…but I believe that this will only make, us as the world, stronger, and maybe someday, we can unite…without tragedy acting as the catalyst.

~With London I Stand~

Drained

Hey all.

I had a good night last night. Spent time with Niax and pals, and got some writing done. I even managed to help him out with his story, a little. Didn’t wake up too well, though…and I’ve been drained all day. Unable to think straight. Maybe I pushed it a little too much last night.

I spent a good part of the day yesterday working on Firaggi and McGill’s backstories.

I think I’ll put this down as my shortest post yet. Yeesh. Oh well. Good night, everyone.

~Arrivederci~

What’s in a Surname?

Happy Tuesday.

I hope you guys had a good Memorial Day (and Memorial Day Weekend). I’ve been feeling better since Saturday and Sunday, but still a little congested. Throat still feels a little raw, too. Yesterday, my husband grilled some burgers. They came out almost perfectly.

Not too much for me to say today. Still interchanging work between the third Episode and the third Bonus Episode, trying to spread the work between them evenly. I’ve also been thinking a lot about the Original Keepers of Balance, and how they met/got their powers/etc. For a long time, the Original Keepers of Light and Darkness had no surnames or last names. I’m horrible at coming up with fitting names at times. A lot of the time, I try to interject some meaning into their names. Other times, I just think the name sounds cool, and then I go from there. When working with foreign, fantasy names, I usually try translating a bunch of words that represent that character’s traits or roles, then try to find a fitting anagram. Or, I use a name generator, get a good list of names, and then try to look up the meaning of the names I picked, and try to pick my favorites from there.

Finally, I have found fitting surnames for the Originals that will do for the time being. Who knows? Maybe the names will be permanent. So from now on, when I’m talking about the Original Keepers of Balance, I will refer them to their surnames, to make things easier:

  • Friaggi: Original Keeper of Light
  • McGill: Original Keeper of Darkness

Again, this is subject to change. “Friaggi” is an anagram of the German word for “peace” (frieden) and the Italian word for “travel” (viaggi). McGill means “son of the foreigner”, deriving from the Gaelic word “gall” (foreigner).

Now that I have the whole surname debate out of the way, I can finally piece together a decent backstory for these two! Yes!

~Arrivederci!~

Getting back on my feet

Ugh, thank gods I’m shaking off this sickness or whatever I had. These past couple of days has been miserable for me. I had a very sore throat, my skin felt like pins and needles, and I could barely lift my head up off my pillow. Yesterday, all I did was sleep, play Skyrim, and eat some soup my hubby made me when he got home. Even today, I’m not feeling 100%.

As for tomorrow…I do have to work. I might go to sleep earlier than normal because of it. Not sure what I’m doing after work, but we’ll see.

Editing progress on Episode #3 has been going smoothly. I finished a couple of KoB snippets here and there.

Oh, I wanted to mention this real quick: In the first or second week on June, I plan on doing a weekly stream of Skyrim. More like my own playthrough or whatever. I’ll be creating a new character, and keeping up these weekly episodes as much as possible. And yes, I will be playing with mods. I’ll leave a list of mods down in the description of each YouTube livestream, and will go over my list of mods at the start of each part (or “Episode”), just in case anyone is curious enough to try them out.

One last thing: late in June, my husband, my dad, my soon-to-be-stepmom, and myself will be heading down south for a family reunion. We’ll be gone for a bit, meaning that I won’t be able to post anything come that week. I’ll let you guys know again before we actually head down south.

Also, I just got done watching Logan, finally. For the third time this month, my feels got kicked hard in the dick. Just…just damn.

I wish I had a little more to write about this post. I guess I’ll talk to you guys all on Tuesday!

~Arrivederci!~

Taking things to Second Base

Reason for the title: I’m currently at a bar called “Second Base”. So far, I really like it. It’s small, but cozy. The bartender is nice, and they even have a pool table. Granted, I wish they had more than one, but most bars that I’ve been through only have one pool table.

The food here is delicious. I’m a sucker for mozzarella sticks (and fried cheese in general), and they have some pretty good ones. Soon, Niax and I are gonna try some of their pizza, and maybe a burger.

I honestly like bars. Not so much for the booze. When push comes to shove, I’d rather drink at home, anyways. No, I like them for the food, and atmosphere. Bar-hopping would be a hobby of mine, if I had the cash to go to a new bar every week. I find them relaxing, and very casual.

Anyways, enough about the bar. I wanna talk about what happened during my D&D campaign. Last time, we were sneaking into a bandit stronghold through the sewers, and we managed to get into the mansion where the bandits (who were terrorizing a local town) were hiding. They’re not very smart, though due to some bad luck, my character took a bad blow to the shoulder. The mansion is actually important to my character, but I’m not saying a damn thing until it’s been all played out.

I’ve started editing work on Episode #3 for KoB. Mostly reworking the beginning, for now. I’ve always had a hard time starting and ending a story in a way that leaves the reader wanting more. I lack a decent hook, for the beginning, and I’m not sure how well my endings and cliffhangers will do. I normally try to avoid cliffhanger, but I also try to foreshadow what’s to come. Honestly, if there was a seminar of sorts to help writers build a 3-act structure for their stories, I would pay a pretty penny to go to one of those. Even local writing classes would be great, but there aren’t a lot of those in my area…and I have to focus on bills and adulting, anyways.

I’m just hoping the weather in Michigan makes up its damn mind. Seriously, it was nice the other day, now it’s cold and rainy. Michigan’s bi-polar attitude to weather deserves a blog all on it’s own.

~Arrivederci!~

How can I come up with a title for this one?

I just wanna open up by saying that what happened in Manchester on Monday night was a tragedy. I woke up this morning to my Twitter feed blowing up about a group of missing kids and teens in Manchester. I found out what happened shortly afterwards. I’ve been following the news all day.

What sickens me most about this is that some sick fucks have taken to social media to celebrate this terrible event. The youngest killed by the blast was an eight-year-old little girl.

I’m enraged by this senseless act of violence. They’re trying to instill fear in not just Manchester and the UK, but also worldwide. I don’t think it worked. People are, indeed, scared (hell, the UK raised it’s threat level from severe to critical), but that’s only inspiring them to stand together, to stand up stronger and higher than before. And before you ask “Why do you care? You don’t know anyone in Manchester. You weren’t there. It’s happening to them, not you. You can’t even do anything to help. Why are you getting so worked up about this?”

Because, at the end of the day, it effects all of us–regardless if it does directly or not. Attacks like this have been on a sharp increase for years. You never know where they could strike next. USA? Australia? Canada? Regardless of the aftermath, these sick ISIS fucks are growing bolder and bolder, and are gathering more people for their cause. And this is something that should not be tolerated. We as the people of this shithole of a world should not tolerate this act of violence. There may not be much we can actively do, but we all must remain vigilant. If they seek to divide us…then let’s become stronger than adamantium, vibranium, titanium, and druidaium, and show those fucks that we will NOT be sent packing scared!!!

*breathes deeply* Now that that is off of my chest, I might as well talk a little bit about KoB.

I had an idea for an interaction between Ian and Rachael that’s supposed to happen in Arc 3. It kinda stuck itself into my mind, and I’ve been working it out. I’ve also been working on the third Bns.Ep. of Arc 1. And since Mother’s Day has passed, I’m feeling ready to edit Episode #3 soon. I was also going over the cover pages I have for the Episodes so far. Do you guys wanna know a good trick for making something look cool, yet at the same time, slightly lessen your artistic workload? Silhouettes. They are simple, but can look dynamic, and portray a powerful feeling. I was thinking about taking this approach for all of the KoB Episode covers.

I’ve been dabbling a little bit in Fallout 4. It’s okay, just not my cup of tea. I’m not a huge fan of post-apocalyptic themes, and to be honest, I don’t like how Fallout 4 looks. Too depressing, which I get is the point…but honestly, the bright, natural colors and sets of Skyrim just appeal to me more. As “amateur-ish” this is of me, I’ve been writing fanfic relating to my own past adventures in Skyrim. It just helps me keep writing in general.

Arrivederci~

Of Fickle Weather and Possible Encounters

The weather can’t seem to make up its mind, here in Michigan. On Wednesday and Thursday, it was so hot, I couldn’t sleep. Then I wake up on Friday morning to find it suddenly chilly. I had the window wide open to get some airflow (I sleep better with airflow–especially in the summer).

I forgot about a ritual I had to go to with my husband. It was interesting, but I came back rather drained. Despite that, I didn’t get to bed till around 1:30am. Bad move, considering I had work this morning.

I’ve been working on stuff for the third Bonus Episode of Arc 1. Mostly getting the beginning ironed out, and looking more into lightning scars (for those of you who don’t know what those are, click here to see some examples). Since the BnsEp takes place around Halloween, I’ve been trying to get into a “Halloween” mood. Several months early, but hey, when the mood strikes, it strikes. Mostly listening to scary and creepy stories on YouTube. I actually have my own creepy story I wanted to share. There are several people on YouTube who read scary and creepy stories. I sent an e-mail to one of them, telling my story. I’m not sure if he’ll ever read it, but if he does, I’ll put a link in a WordPress post. It’s not very “scary”, per say, but it is creepy and unnerving, and it still makes me shudder to this day.

I will, however, tell you something creepy that happened to me the other day. If you believe in ghosts and stuff, then you might get it.

See, where I work, it’s kind of associated with death. A long time ago, a worker had a heart attack, right by the kettle, and died. Another worker committed suicide….whether it was inside the shop or not, I don’t remember. It explains the sometimes uneasy feeling I get when I’m there. I’ll feel odd things from time to time. An odd brush of cold air, or the feeling of suddenly being watched, or even followed. A couple of my coworkers have told me stories of a shadowy black figure following them, only for it to be gone within the blink of an eye.

This past Wednesday, I wasn’t doing so hot. My cramps were hitting me really hard, and by the time this happened, I could barely stand straight, and wasn’t able to think clearly. Sometimes, my vision doesn’t work right when I’m in that much pain. Maybe it was the way I turned my head, or the way I flicked my eyes to the side. It still made me do a double-take. I thought a saw a gaunt face with empty black eyes and a sad face, just staring at me. I was at the coffee pots, filling up a cup of coffee for a customer. I did jerk a little, nearly getting the coffee on my hand. Very shortly after I thought I saw this, a weird cold breeze drifted by me again.

I’m not too sure what I saw. It’s up to you guys to draw your own conclusions.

Anyways, I’m exhausted. My new posting schedule has technically already started, now. So I’ll talk to you all on Tuesday.

UPDATE, SUN MAY 21st: I forgot to mention: we have a glass shelf that we keep the reusable coffee cups on. Sometimes, they kinda fall on their own. It just happened again, except this time, it seemed like something knocked them off the shelf on purpose.

~Arrivederci!~