That Christmas Time of Year!

So I often consider myself to be ridiculous, no seriously! I have this terrible tendency to overbook and I do not even know how I do it. The greatest problem with it is there are so many other things I would rather be doing. A social life? Who needs a social? Apparently, I think I do... but not all the time. I think that I might have a split personality or something. There is Me, the social butterfly, who hates to stay home on the weekend (or any other day of the week if we are going to be honest). And the then other would be Me, the book worm. Always wanting to be reading or writing and everything (or everyone) else should just leave me alone. The problem is sometimes the two sides collide or makes things difficult for the other one. For example, say I planned to go to a party about a month ago and was really excited about it, but when the day actually arrives all I want to do in snuggle into my bed away from the cold with a good book. Ahhh...why does my introverted side come out at this time of year? I swear that Christmas is the most social time in my life and for some reason I want to be the biggest home body ever! If I recall this is also the generally when I start saying stuff like, "when I grow up I am going to be a hermit and live in a mountain." Now, obviously I do not actually want to hide from society but the that social butterfly would never let me do such a thing anyway.
A new way to think about. There a people who say that there is an angel and a devil on each pair of shoulders, I do not think that is quite right. For me there is a worm on one and a butterfly on the other, at least in regards to my shoulders. Maybe you have an angel and a devil on yours but I believe my conscience resides somewhere in my chest, around the heart area. Alas, I have a worm and butterfly whispering different suggestions into my ears. Oft times I find that one ear is deaf and then I do not balance myself out! I think I heard somewhere that the ears effect a person's balance. Maybe that explains why I am so clumsy.

December how I love and hate you all at the same time! There is so much to do and never enough time to do it. I feel like every other day I have a Christmas party and I somehow have to fit my Christmas shopping into my schedule as well. Yikes! I have barely started. How I despise shopping as well. I hope that I will wake up one day and say, "oh my, I have the strange inclination to go Christmas shopping today!" Unfortunately, I need to go tomorrow whether I want to or not.
Random thought: I really want to go skating. I think I need to get some mittens again... seriously, I just bought new ones and already I have lost them. Why have I made a bunch kittens my role models? I should really know better because I believe it never actually turned out well for them in the long run either. Maybe one day all of my fingers will freeze off and I will have no one to blame but that ridiculous guy in my head named Memory.

Now, that I have ranted for a while I think I will finish by saying that I absolutely love this time of year, even if I occasionally get stressed out because of it!

Dani

Team Work (Zoom Fanfiction): Chapter 3

After fixing the ship, the couple spent an enjoyable afternoon in the mountains, followed by a nice dinner at Summer's favourite restaurant. When they returned to the base Dylan and Summer found everything in a disarray.

“Why are the alarms going off?” Summer asked as she ran to the hanger door with Dylan hot on her heels. He just shook his head in response.

The corridor was completely empty when the entered it. Everything was dark except for the red flashing lights on the walls. Nothing could be heard over the loud buzzer that kept going and going. Dylan grabbed Summer's shoulder and indicated for her to head towards the kitchen, then pointed at himself immediately followed by directing his hand in the direction of their bedrooms. Summer shook her head, yelling something inaudible and then pointed at her head. He stared at her for a moment and then sat down against the wall. His eyes become unfocused as he used his mind-sight. Slowly he made his way down the hall in his mind as Summer crouched down in front of him. A sharp pain flashed through the front of his head and then it turned into a dull ache that he gradually grew. He searched the entire base and found that it was completely empty. Jack, Marsha, Connor, Tucker and Cindy were no where to be found. He started heading outside to look but stopped as the pain became too great. He closed his eyes and let his head fall into his hands for support. He took slow breaths to try and soothe the pain.

Summer looked at her boyfriend concerned, even without her empathy she could tell that he was in a lot of pain. She tried to ask him what was wrong but gave up as it was more than obvious that he could not hear her. She stood up and pulled at his arm. He stood up at let her lead him through the halls as he stumbled every so often. At one point he reached up and touched face and realized that his nose was bleeding again.

Before long, Dylan realized that Summer had lead them back into the hanger where she started the ship up again and they took off out the base. Dylan sat on the floor trying to keep his headache under raps as Summer drove and tried to contact Jack or any other member of their team to no avail. She looked back at Dylan and saw that his form had slumped over. Her breath quickened as she tried to remember where the nearest hospital was. She softly landed the ship in the middle of her high football field and hurried over to Dylan. She stuck her hand in front of his face and felt a rush of air on her skin. She sighed and put two of her fingers to her neck, there was a slight pulse.

Summer decided to try her communicator again before taking off again. At first she received nothing. But suddenly the very frightened voice of Cindy came through. It was cutting in and out, and Summer had a difficult time deciphering what she was saying.

“...Tucker said that...psssh...and Jack didn't...psssh...Summer where are...psssh...”

And then it went dead again.

This is not a Cinderella Story

"No Regrets" is my potential title for my novel for Nanowrimo. It is most likely to change before the end of the month but I figure that it needs a name at least right now it does.
Anyway, here is the excerpt from the novel:

Hours later, Areli still found herself staring at the box that she had not opened in the last three hundred years or so. She could not bring herself to search through it. It would been mean going back. Going back to her old self, to her old life and to the society. She had made a rather loud exit last time she attended one of the meetings and she did not know how she could possibly go back now.

A sigh escaped her lips and deciding finally that she had built up enough courage stuck her hand in the chest. It took only a second for her fingers curl gently around an incredibly delicately thin object. She pulled out the perfectly pointed white stick. Immediately her entire appearance began to change. Her dull brown hair gained a luscious red sheen to it. Her dead grey eyes became a vibrate chocolate. Her light skin gained a literal magical glow. She could no longer go completely unnoticed by the world, she did not look human anymore. Her ears curled into a point and her eyes gained a slight slant. She could feel her wings trying to make their appearance, luckily, she had enough control to keep them under raps.

Hope you enjoyed!

A wintery start to the month called November

It is beginning to look a lot like Christmas. At that is the way it looks in the great out doors here. Unfortunately, this means I indeed had snow on my birthday. It actually, was quite a miserable where the whether was concerned. My birthday was the same old, same old. Although I am twenty now as opposed to every other age I have turned in past years. Funny how that changes every year.

What is going on for this month is the ultimate reason as to why I am posting right at this moment. Here is the rundown: Writing, working, dancing, weddings, more writing, more working, various birthdays (which are not mine), more writing.
Okay, so if you did not catch that I am doing a lot of writing this month because it is NANOWRIMO! What is Nanowrimo you ask? National Novel Writing Month. I had this crazy idea to do it this year. Writing a novel in 30 days! Well, at least 50,000 words of a novel in 30 days. Never have I ever challenged myself with my writing so drastically, but I know that I can do it. I know, I know, I am not going to be able to much socializing and we will see how many of these weddings that I actually go to. In my next post (which will be later today) I will put an except from the novel that I started yesterday and that I am going to finish by November 30, 2012.
Hope everyone is having a great November and is staying warm and safe!

Team Work (Zoom Fanfiction): Chapter 2

Dylan ran his hand through his wet as he stared at himself in the mirror. He had been contemplating getting it cut short lately. When he asked Summer if she thought he should, all she would say was she liked his hair but it was up to him. He sighed, leaving the bathroom. He headed into the kitchen to have an afternoon meal and found that almost the whole team was gathered there. Marsha was sitting at the table with Cindy trying to convince that she wanted to eat vegetables. Tucker was sitting on one of the barstools pouring milk on his cereal. Connor appeared to be picking at a sandwich beside Tucker on another barstool. Summer was using her telekinetic powers to cook something, though he was not sure what. The only member of the team that was missing was Jack.

"Where's Jack?" He asked Summer, pulling a granola bar out of a cupboard. It would be a good opportunity to talk to him one-on-one while everyone else was eating.

"I don't know," She was leaning over her cookbook with a deep look of concentration on her face, "maybe in the garage."

She was probably right; he liked spending a lot of time working on the ship. "Tuning it up" was what he liked to call it. Dylan finished his bar and headed for the garage. Sure enough Jack was working on the ship. It was floating a few feet above the ground doing this bobbing dance thing. It was kind of comical to watch.

"JACK," Dylan shouted and wondered whether he should tap on the ship or not. There was no need the lift came down and Dylan went up.

Jack was lying on the floor with his head under one of the control panels.

"You know that Summer could do that right?" Dylan asked crouching down beside him.

"She says there is nothing wrong with it, but I'm not fixing it, I'm making improvements," He poked his head out and pointed his finger at a screwdriver right beside Dylan's foot, "Can you pass me that?"

Dylan handed him the screwdriver and then sat down leaning against the control panel. In a few moments Jack handed him back the screwdriver and asked him for a wrench. They continued exchanging tools for several minutes with nothing else said.

"Jack, how developed did your old team get with their powers before for the gamma radiation?” He needed to slowly lead the conversation in slowly so Jack would not get suspicious. It needed to sound like he was just curious.

“Huh?” Jack slid out from under his work area and sat beside Dylan.

“How developed did your guys’ powers get before the gamma radiation?” Dylan was making the tool box go invisible but not the tools.

“We did not get nearly as far as you did with our training. We weren’t progressing fast enough,” Jack sighed angrily.

"Did you guys get any weird symptons," Dylan feigned thinking for a moment, "like Marksman and the headaches?"

"Nothing in particular," Jack shrugged, "things were a lot worse after the gamma radiation, at least, I am sure they would have gotten there had-”

“The team survived long enough?” Dylan offered and Jack nodded. Silence fell between them, and a few moments later Summer entered the ship. She glanced at the tools on the ground and raised an eyebrow at Jack. In response he shrugged.

“What are you guys talking about?” Summer asked looking at the troubled look on Dylan's face.

“Training and powers,” Jack replied as he stood up, “Dylan just had some questions for me. Is Marsha looking for me?”

“Yeah, she said that she wanted to go over some new training method for Tucker with you,” She was still looking at Dylan at intently.

Jack then left leaving Summer and Dylan alone in the ship. It was completely silent for several minutes before Summer decided to sit down next to him.

“Are you sure you're okay?” She glanced sideways at him. He gave her a smirk and raised his eyebrows.

“I would almost say that you're worried.”

She folded her arms across her chest, “maybe I am.”

“Don't be, I'm fine,” This time he gave her a genuine smile, “and I was thinking that we should put this thing back together and take it out.”

This time it was her turn to raise her eyebrows, “Are you asking me on a date?”

“Maybe I am,” As stood up and held out his hand.

She took it smiling.

Birthday Month!

So summer has officially ended now and September is past. It is now the month of glorious food, thanks, ghost and treats or tricks... and of course that means my birthday! I am turning 20 this year, so I'll be a fifth of a century, halfway to forty and I will officially no longer be one of the "young" peeps in YSA.

I would like to say that I have a lot of things to catch up on but I really did not do many exciting things this summer. I would say the thing that has changed the most is that I have discovered this new thing called fanfiction. I have decided that I am going to post my fanfiction that I write on hear but read at your own discretion as it might be confusing if you don't know what it is relating to. I like writing about various things that people might consider stupid or childish but when has that ever stopped me?! So read my fanfiction posts if you want but be aware that you may have to do some research to understand entirely what is going on.

At some point during my last paragraph I decided to take a break and take a look at previous posts and realized have not posted anything prior to today since April last year! Not even this year! Oh man oh man! There might be a few that need to be updated. I am currently not living at home anymore, I live in a house with five other girls, none of which I am related to! Crazy huh? I also work at this awesome place called a physio clinic as a receptionist. Writing letters is fun and I just recently started to write some missionaries that I know, three to be exact. My goal is to get my count higher so I can get and send out a letter every other week or so. Maybe that sounds terrible but I really think that doing some old fashioned communciation will be a good thing for me and the more often it comes the easier it will be to keep it going. So if anyone knows of anyone who is lacking letters give me their name and address and I'll write to them.

I am thinking of putting up the prologue and maybe the first chapter of my novel to give people a sneak peek but I am not sure if I should or not, feedback? I get pretty nervous letting people read what I write (yet I am writing a blog, makes perfect sense) so I do not often put it up for other eyes to see. I think that maybe I need to start getting out there exposing myself; you know, either to build my confidence because my writing is actually good or to move and do something else with my life because it is not. Well, we will see what happens.

I am hoping to be better at updating this and posting so my writing improves. By the way, if you see any grammar mistakes please let me know, I fear I am not always the best at editing.

Ciao

Team Work (Zoom Fanfiction: Chapter 1)

Dylan sat quietly in his room, breathing deeply. Their last mission had really taken its toll on him. His face in his hands, he inhaled slowly, trying to regain composure. He was doing a pretty good job of hiding everything from his team, the terrible headaches and the nosebleeds. He knew that he should probably tell someone and Summer would be furious if she found out what he was hiding, but he was just too embarrassed. There were actually several times when he tried to bring it Jack or at least ask him about Marksman to see if he had any similar problems. Unfortunately, Cindy or Marsha always managed to interrupt before he got too far with any conversation. It was not that he did not trust them, but Marsha had a tendency to make a big deal out of nothing and Cindy would tell everyone.
A knock came on the door. Dylan looked up quickly as it opened and Summer entered quickly, shutting the door behind her. She studied Dylan before she came and sat down. He was still in his uniform and had a funny look on his face. Summer sat down on the bed and scooted back so she was sitting right beside him.
"Is something wrong?" Her left hand rubbed his shoulder, as her right played with her damp hair. Dylan smiled at her and shook his head. Thank goodness his headache was nearly gone and that his nose no longer had a red liquid running out of it. "You haven't showered yet?"
It was not really a question as it was obvious he had not. He knew that she was really asking, "Why?" as it was what they all normally did when they got back. "I thought I would let Tucker and Jack shower first."
After all they only had two showers and it just short of ended up being split between the guys and girls. Summer smiled satisfied with his answer, "I think they are probably done now."
"Are you trying to hint at something?" He poked her in the side and she squirmed out of reach. Then he asked in mock offence, "Do I smell?"
Summer bit her lip thoughtfully and then an impish grin crept onto her face, "maybe." With that she bounced off the bed and out of his room.