Writer's Block: Novel Ideas for NaNoWriMo - The Legacy of Sanbourne

Sun, 02 Nov 2008 05:55:33 GMT

A young girl is snatched from the family and life she believed was hers, only to discover that the world she lives in isn't at all what it appears to be. While she travels the paths of a strange, and sometimes terrifying, world on the road to regaining the throne and titles that have belonged to her family for centuries, she learns of the legacy of blood and betrayal that they have left in their wake, all in the name of doing what is best for the people they lead. As she is taught and guided by an odd and varying group of individuals, all with different motivations for helping her, she is forced to question all that she knows of the world around her, her position in that world, all that she believes, and even who she is as a person. But the most challenging question she must answer is if she is capable of continuing the family legacy of destruction and deception in order to lead a world that is torn by opposing ideals of right and wrong - or is she strong enough to create a legacy of her own?

Ironic...no?

Sat, 27 Sep 2008 03:04:29 GMT

I think I just realized how ridiculously creepy and ironic my Journal page is. Look at the top and you see happy, chubby little elephants floating around and something that looks like a peach tree on crack. Then you look at the title of my page: "The Depths of Depravity - Welcome to the Dark Side." Doesn't it just bring to mind images of some toddling child with rabies murdering his granny with a hammer? Yes? No? Hmm, maybe it's just me...It's been a long day.

Bleeding Foreheads...Thank you Douglas Adams!

Tue, 26 Aug 2008 05:53:01 GMT

     Douglas Adams once said "Writing comes easy. All you have to do is stare at a blank piece of paper until your forehead bleeds." As far as I'm concerned, Douglas Adams was right...at least about the first part. Writing does come easy for me, it always has. In my childhood, I struggled to voice my thoughts and emotions, and believe me I had plenty of them. So I began to express myself through writing; stories, poetry...but I never kept a blog until now. Since this is my first, please, be gentle.
     I'm not a very exceptional person at the moment, but I hope to change that soon enough. I fill in all the requirements to be a true American: average looks, average music abilities, unbearable clumsiness which makes playing sports without humiliating myself fairly impossible, I spend a better part of my day in front of a computer screen or a television, and I'm wildly rude and obnoxious. Yep, sounds pretty American to me. I love reading and writing, listening to music, going for drives at night to see downtown Denver (I love the way the lights look! SQUEE! Seriously, if you put me together with a bug zapper, you better be ready to take me to the ER), going to the mountains and hiking and all that jazz (when I actually have the time), and I love to make people laugh and smile above all else; I'm a glutton for laughs. I also love puppies, sunshine, and watching fat people fall down. There's no point really in me telling you what I hate. If you do something that pisses me off, I'll let you know.
     I recently turned 17 in the fall and I just graduated from high school early at the end of the semester. Many of my friends already graduated last year, went off to college, and left me in this delightful spit of creation in the ninth circle of Hell known as public high school. One of the things I enjoyed most about the public school system, though, was that it was fairly easy to just blend in and be average (which is something I adore). The thing I hated most about it and about myself, however, was that I rarely did anything to help another student, whether they were lonely or teased or just upset in some other emo way. I started trying to change that towards the end, and I can't decide which way to lean on that subject: "too little, too late" or "better late than never." But that is one of my goals (making myself a better person) and I do plan to live up to it, but believe me, it takes a lot of practice to stick your neck out and do that sort of stuff.
     My friends are all pretty average kids, but they sure as shit know how to make me laugh when I need it. That's why I love them. They have their quirks and their flaws which make them so very human, and like me, I think they're all just trying to find their place in the world. In the past few years I've lost several friends, either through death or growing up and growing apart.
     I've also lost an innumerable amount of friends through my own stupidity and the need to protect myself. There are a few things in my past...okay, maybe I should just gloss over it and say I'm trying to hide my whole past for fear that it will make me unlovable. I lie to the people I wish I could be the most truthful with in order to keep them at a distance. But don't we all do that? Keep our darkest secrets tucked away and make masks of lovable qualities for ourselves so that we can be loved, whether that love for us is genuine or not.
     So maybe keeping this blog will help with all that, because for quite some time now, I have feared that I am not loved for the true bits of my personality that leak past my defenses, but only loved and admired for the facade I present. I am determined that I will only tell the truth on this blog, or the thing nearest to it. I hope to find myself along the way. I hope to find all that warm fuzzy shit like acceptance, love, success, trust, and a desire for friendship for who I really am and what I can really do.
     I just hope that my forehead doesn't start to bleed along the way.

No Heinous Crimes Allowed!

Mon, 28 Jul 2008 04:37:51 GMT

Just breathe. Just breathe. Just get off to college alive without committing any heinous crimes. They're not worth it. But, oh, how I really wanna beat them with a stuffed elephant... I guess this is why they say that families are the best and worst things in all the world. Just breathe.

Sorry guys. Moment of temporary insanity. Thank you!