The Summer Tree

Never before have I read a book so well writing and so moving that I've actually had to put the book down and stop reading for the night because I literally ached for the loss and guilt the character had gone through. The book I'm talking about is called The Summer Tree by Guy Gavriel Kay. It's the first book in his trilogy titled The Fionavar Tapestry. Quite possibly this is my new favorite book and I highly recommend it to fans of high fantasy. I'll try to give you an idea of what the book is like without giving anything away, though the story is so intricate that may be hard to do honestly.

In this story five college students are transported to another world, the first world, Fionavar. In Fionavar magic and monsters still exsist as well as kings and high courts. Fionavar is a place where legends are born and each of our five travelers finds their own destiny there. However, this isn't some fluffy story. The characters will surprise you and move you in this gripping, evocative story. Kay writes this story from a different view for each character and he weaves these threads together beautifully to make The Fionavar Tapestry a true master piece.

Muse-slapped.

Hand cramp! I think my muse slapped me in the face today instead of just whispering into my ear. I haven't stopped writing since I got home except to rest my hand (as I am doing now) and my story board for this plot is coming along nicely. I've gotten character ideas, a basic plot outline, and a story board done through chapter 6. However, I'm not quite sure how to do the prologue... My hand is tired!!!

This story is actually not a new idea, but one I've been mulling over since last summer. The story I think is much the same as when these characters first started to come to life, but with a little more meat to it than I had to begin with. I was thinking about them this morning in my creative writing class and when I started to describe them and the story I had in mind for them to my friend, I couldn't stop. She was also excited to see the story come to life, and I think it was having someone actually being enthusiastic about my writing that got me really into it today.

Basically I'm just really excited to be going through with one of my ideas instead of thinking about it, vaguely designing characters and events and then leaving the idea to rot.

Modeling?

Ok, so basically I've been told by a few of my friends that I should get into modeling. Usually I just kind of scoff and shrug off these kinds of comments as my friends just being ridiculous and nice, but when my sister said it, I guess I paid a little more attention.

There is actually a genere of modeling I'd like to get into, I think it would be fun. Given, its name is a little questionable; it's called Fetish Modeling. But its really more alternative styles than anything dirty; corsets, lace, latex, PVC...I guess stuff that a lot of people would call Gothic fashion or Lolita fashion.

This woman (Screenname Countess Grotesque) countess-grotesque.deviantart.com is a great example of what I'm talking about.




Here are my problems: I,
1) Don't even know where to begin or who to talk to
2) Have no photographers to turn to
3) Don't have even a third of the wardrobe or makeup SHE has

So, I'm a little SOL with preparation...

I guess I'm looking for some encouragement, or a foot in the door. I mean, I'm willing to give it a try, I just need a little help... Questions, comments, concerns, suggestions?

Obsession

This is, as promised, the blurb from the book my roommate wants me to work on. Tell me what you think?


I’ve decided that you cannot and will not ever truly understand a person until you can understand their obsessions. Everyone has at least one, and they, above all other things define a person. We’ve all met someone obsessed with their religion, or someone obsessed with how they look, obsessed with cars… And when I say obsessed, I don’t mean the way teens desperately try to follow fashion trends. I mean obsession the way that a cat will sit and watch a caged bird that lies just out of her reach for hours on end, leaving only to sleep, eat, and answer to the demands of its body, all the while imagining that same bird in its minds eye.

Unfortunately for me I feel that this means no one will ever really understand me. Music is my obsession; with the way it is flowing around us constantly like a liquid which varies in thickness, sometimes smothering us like a blanket while also at times drifting by so faintly as to be completely unnoticeable consciously. With the way it speaks when I cannot. And that is the part so many find so hard to understand. When I sing, you can see its effect on me… When I sing, and I mean it, you can feel it…Or at least I hope you can. I leave lyrics in the dust, messages for you to find and hopefully interpret. Most people I guess don’t really see it. Don’t know what I mean; they think I’m just writing down lyrics from a song stuck randomly in my head. Sometimes this is true, but not usually.

Part of understanding my obsession is understanding my music, which is hard because I listen to so much music, and so much of what I listen to almost no one I know has heard of. Which really makes it hard for them to understand it… I guess I’m stuck then huh?

Looong Time No Blog

Ok, here's the update: I ended up withdrawing from CWU before classes even started, I've moved in and am currently living with my boyfriend, My best friend, and Her boyfriend, plus two adults. I am looking for a job. That's about it. Oh, I have glasses and another piercing, now along with my eyebrow, my lip has metal through it. I'm considering working on the book Kaytee and i were going to write since it never really got started, but I don't know if that will happen, also, my roommate wants me to start another idea I had, I might post the few short paragraphs I wrote later.

College

Did Orientation and Registration last week. I'm really excited, even though my mom keeps telling me I wont have money for more than maybe one year. I did my FAFSA, I'm going to get my loans once my that processes and then I'll be ok. I'll still have to work my way through, but I figure I'll apply to the bookstore and a few of the clothes stores and there's a Fred Meyer's, Albertson's, and a Safeway. I could even work at a restaurant.

Anyway, I'm excited, I need to buy a few things still, mostly small things like shampoo and stuff, but a few big things too...I need to find a bike. I'm excited to face the challenges that will cross my path this next year.

S**t

I hate being that girl. So I was trying to help a friend of mine with a guy she kind of likes, but I think he's starting to like me. And here's the real problem, I promised I wouldn't steal him, but I think I'm starting to like him too, I mean he's really cool and he's fun. But I hate being that girl. I want to help her out so bad and that's how this all started; me hanging out with him last night trying to find out of they'd be a good match, and they might be, though I think he'd scare her with his driving a little. I'm guessing this is why I don't have a bunch of chick friends. F**k.