100 words

I have a new little segment called 100 words. Where I get prompts from a comunity that I belong to on livejournal and I write the emtries here and there. Tell me what you think.
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Canon: Original
Characters/ Paring: Poppy, Mommy, Meggie
Prompt: when we dance
Rating: G
A/N: I have a song for this one, it's I Hope You Dance by Lee Ann Womack. I listened to it while writing it.

“Poppy,” she squeals, scarlet curls bouncing, “Poppy, dance with me.”

She’s giggling, all dimples, as she struggles to pull her grandfather off his rocking chair. He laughs as Meggie’s little hands grabbed at his. Mommy had put a record on the turntable and the music flowed through the air.

Poppy and his granddaughter were on the porch; Poppy in his rocking chair, and Meggie in the grass where her toys lay scattered, pink on green.

Poppy laughs and hauls himself up, twirls her down the steps, Meggie on his toes.

There they twirled, in Poppy’s last dance through the yard.

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Story #2
Title: Old Photographs
Canon: Original
Prompt: photographs
Characters/Parings: none
Rating: PG

She sniffed, wiping away the tears as she threw another photograph in the fire place. She sat in front of the hearth, a box in her lap and a blanket around her shoulders, staring into the fire. She took out another photo and held it in front of her face.

The girl in the photo looked like her, but felt nothing like she did now. She felt empty, abandoned, the girl in the photo look happy and whole. He was in the photo, with an arm around her.

He was gone now, and left her with nothing but old photographs.
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Story #3
Title: Lots of Photographs
Canon: Original
Prompt: photographs
Characters/Parings: Jill and Kate(no parings)
Rating: PG

They laughed together, on the kitchen floor. Laughing at faces they had made, cloths they had worn, and things they had done. They sat and looked through boxes of old photographs.

They giggled over boys they had dated, teasing about old flames and new ones. They cried over old wounds that had never fully healed. Kate cried for her mother who lost her fight to cancer, Jill cried for her brother who had lost his way. They comforted and were comforted. Then they parted ways, went down different roads.

They promised to stay close, and to take lots of photographs.

The Drabbler is Back!

I'm all better. I took a breather and I started writing and I think this turned out pretty good. I just started writing it today and I wanted to post it raw and see what you think. Leave a comment and I'll post the revised edition. It's not finished yet, I'll post the rest tomorrow. It's just a drabble so it's not going to go anywhere but I really think I could make it go somewhere.

A little girl with red hair stood at the small window of her tree house, a determined look on her small face. She’s barefoot, wearing shorts and a white T-shirt stained with ketchup from the lunch she had stubbornly refused to eat. Simply because, “Cows have feelings too Mommy!”
Her hamburger now lay on the kitchen table under a paper towel, waiting for her father’s return from work.
“Man the sails!” She yelled, cupping her small hands around her eyes like binoculars, “hoist the anchor, We’re ready to set sail!”

I thought it was cute. I could had a little boy or something and make it a romance. I could do all kinds of things to it. I liked it and I think I also like this writing style. It works for me, I don't like first person anymore. Not since I started Dodger, the Pirate, and the Fire Queen. So tell me what  you think.

Depressed and Officially PO'ed

WARNING!!!! IF STRONG LANGUAGE OFFENDS YOU

DO NOT READ!

you have been warned

I feel REALLY depressed right now. Like an 'I'm never going to be a good writer' kind of depressed. It's bad, and it ain't FREAKING funny. Once I write halfway decent crap I'll feel better, but if I don't do anything soon, I swear I'm going to shoot myself.
Turns out I can't write for shit because my grammar sucks ass. Apparently I suck and I'm pissed. I feel like shit.
If anyone feels differently let me know because I can't see the silver lining to this fucking rain cloud.


SORRY FOR THE LANGUAGE BUT I WARNED YOU. ANY NASTY COMMENTS WILL BE DELETED. NOT THAT I'LL GET ANY.
ANYWAY I AM OFFICIALLY...

PO'ed.

AND I FEEL LIKE CRAP SO SUE ME!!!!!

Summer Reading is a Joke

Its really ridiculous, honestly. Do they really expect us to do it? My English class asked us to write a double entry journal for the book Milkweed by Jerry Spinelli. I liked it was really good. It's about a boy surviving the Holocaust. It's sad but good.
But them asking us to do that stupid double entry journal... ugh...
So here I am one week left of summer and I haven't even started, and I got to reread Milkweed and dissect it till there's nothing left.

UGH!

Oh well. Better get started. Sorry about the suck-y post. I just had to vent, I was getting really worked up about it.

Also i have another blog called Rock Bottom, look at my profile and check it out. its nothing special but check it out any way and leave me a comment.

Ok, I got another tip for you guys... watch your tenses. When your typing really fast sometime you slip up (I'm guilty of doing that myself, that's why its important to re-read your stuff). I normally write in past tense when I'm writing in first person, I think past tense works better for first person.

At the moment I'm writing Dodger, the Pirate, and the Fire Queen in third person and in past tense. Past tense is probably the most common type of tense used in stories.

I have the main title song for Dodger's story, More Than it Seems by Kutless, it's it's absolutely perfect and I'm pulling together the soundtrack. It has five songs that I got from the Bridge to Terabithia and the Chronicles of Narnia soundtrack. I'll post what I have of the first chapter to Dodger, the Pirate, and the Fire Queen soon, I promise.

Noticing Things

The other day I was writing the first chapter of Dodger, the Pirate, and the Fire Queen and I noticed that while I was writing it everything else just sort of faded away. It was like I was having a one on one time with my characters. I saw the scene I was writing and it came out onto the computer screen perfectly, without a hitch.

I noticed that when the world doesn’t fade away like that, my writing doesn’t sound as great. It just sounds like I'm spitting words out just because there’s nothing better to do. And it shouldn't be like that. Writing is like another form of art, only instead of painting a picture, your writing a picture. I figured that when you don't feel like you’re in the scene that your writing then you are not doing it right. You’re just writing words.

You should feel 'one' with your characters and your story when you write it, because if you don't it’s going to come out sounding like crap. Also, it won’t mean anything. It would just be another story that has no purpose; it would just be a bunch of words.

You know what I've noticed about writing is that, if your just typing the words your not doing it right. It's not as satisfying when you don't see the scene unfold before your eyes.

When your truly writing you'll know. You won't just see the computer screen or your piece of notebook paper. You'll be in the scene that your writing and watching it happen as your words create it.

So here's my little tid bit of information. If you can feel the scene go through your finger tips and onto the computer screen then you're doing it right. If not, your just writing words.

You have to feel it, don't think of the keyboard as just a keyboard, but as a translator. To translate your thoughts into words.

Feedback, I could really use it.

I think I've finally gotten that hang of this whole blogging thing. This is my 18th post, shoot me a comment, tell me what you think of my blog. Give me some pointers on how to improve.

I think I play around with it and change it a little to much. I changed the name again. It used to be A Free Writer's Journal now it's N-Rambler. And I changed the template for the millionth time too. I guess that's the art freak in me.

I have a new music favorite, a band named Skillet and oldies rock like AC/DC and Aerosmith. So I think I'll post music videos on the slow days when I have nothing to say.

Like today.

But, instead of posting a music video, I'm going to post a small little ramble-like poem thing. Enjoy.

But first, here's another tip for writers everywhere. Watch the grammer, sometimes when you're writing fast you get the punctuation all tangled up. The bast way to avoid this problem is to read your peice out loud to see if it flows. Take long pauses on periods and short ones on commas.

And remember, the way you write it and the way you mean it to sound might not be the way your reader will read it. So make sure you write it that way.

Now for a little poem type thing that's the first post in a second blog I'm doing. It's just a place where I can go an write through things that I'm dealing with. It's just a where I can just write or post whatever I want. Feel free to check it out.

Peice of Peace

I'm sitting on a beach
Watching the waves roll off the shore

I'm standing in the rain
Feeling the droplets roll off my skin

I'm drifting in the water
Losing myself in the calm
Losing myself in the quiet

The world is calm
The world is quiet

I know that when I leave
it will all rush back
the sound will rush through

but when I'm here
It grows quiet
I float
the world grows clam

I'm happy just being here
in my little peice of peace

A New Idea

Yes, it's true. I have another novel idea, and this one is actually pretty cool. It's like a Bridge to Terabithia/ Narnia/ Alice in Wonderland kind of story.

It's call Dodger, the Pirate, and the Fire Queen. I know the title sounds like it's a kid's story but it's not. It's really cool. I'll be posting the chapters as I write them. My dad and I came up with the story. So we're co-writing it, more like I'm writing it with his help. I'll post the summery when I post chapter one.

But, as for the Riddles. I'll be posting chapters as I write them. I might even give them their own blog. I have the best beginning, it sound much better than my first attempt and I think it's really coming together, but... I let you be the judge of that.

As for 21 Guns. I'm still writing that too. I'll be post chapters for that as I write them as well. Honestly I am in love with that story. I love my characters and I love writing it so I'm definatly continuing it and posting the chapters here. Tomorrow I'll post chapter one since it's finished.Hopefully someone will read it.

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