Its been a little weird lately. Well, not really weird, but it just feels weird right now. And its not even late yet. I'm eating Dairy Queen ice cream, and thinking that its canceling out the biking that I've been doing all week. I just finished putting together packets for Mom, she needs them for work and I always volunteer to do it. Though it seems hard for her to thank me for it, or it could just be that I'm reading into it too much. Mmmmm. This is good ice cream :D I know I havent updated in almost two months, shame on me. But its not like many people read this, or pay attention when I update. *shrugs*
I'm still working on Dead Bodies, and I'm thinking I should change the name. Eventually. But here is my word meter-count thingy

I've also read Generation Dead and Kiss of Life by Daniel Waters, Strange Angels by Lili St.Crow, and Hero by Perry... shit, I can't remember his last name. A friend has the book right now. (you know who you are :P ) And Ive been reading In the Company of Shadows series over again. Its an free online series that just blows all the stuff I've ever read out of the water. Its not for the faint of heart, and had Slash relationships at the forefront. Here is a link to the site:

http://www.aisylum.com/sonnyais/


The writers themselves are bad ass too. Ais is crack head crazy, and Sonny lurks like Big Foot. Check out the site and the stories. I command you to :D

I'm a dumb ass. Its not the fact that I killed the car out in the front pasture, its the fact that I tried to push it back to the house. While I was pushing something popped in my forearm, in the muscle area, and now its burning. Dunno what is hurt, but it hurts. Oh yeah, and the reason I was driving the car in the front pasture is because I'm trying to teach myself how to drive an automatic. Which is hard.

I did something bad and very illegal. Something morally wrong, and if Amy reads this she is going to kick my ass. Earlier I had some vodka. Number one illegal thing considering I'm not twenty one yet. When I had that vodka I wasn't planning on going any where. I had my errands done, and I was going to sit in front of my computer and write. Writing when drunk is fun :) But then Mom wanted me to the store to get ciggs and gas for the lawn mower. Folks, I drove while intoxicated. I don't have many morals... at all. Hurting and killing children, hard core drugs, and abusing children are pretty much it. I don't do those things. Other than that, I'm free and open. But driving under the influence is one of them, and I broke that rule. Damn it. Nothing happened, since I drove the back roads I didn't encounter any cops, thank the gods, and I didn't even drive diff than I normally do. But I'm pissed and dissapointed with myself.

I finished City of Glass, and now I'm at a loss. I mean it was great and all, but... now what? I know that its the last book about Clary and Jace, but I want more Jace. Screw Clary. Jace is yummy. Mmmmm...
But now I can look foward to the new series by Cassie, The Infernal Devices. Which the first book is coming out next year... which sucks.

I also figured I would post another word count, so here it is:

Current Mood: drained

ITS HERE!!!!! The UPS lady had to back her truck down our driveway because the end of the driveway is a mud pit. Then when I went outside to greet her, she scolded me for walking out in my socks. But my book is here. I'm not feeling too good right now, so I'm saving the book for tomorrow.

Those sons of bitches.... *flips UPS off*

Current Mood: enraged

The Good: David's surgery went great, a little longer than orginally estimated. He's at home now, getting waited on hand and foot. Big freaking baby. He can't do much for the next week, so I am going to be taking care of him. The movies I got today are: Lord of War, The Assasination of Jesse James, and some Clint Eastwood flick. David likes westerns.

The Bad: I'm still waiting for those UPS bastards to deliver City of Glass. There was a complecation at the warehouse, so according to them it migh be a day late. It better not be fucking late. If I get the run around again like I did with Eclipse (which they never fucking delivered), I will go down to the UPS warehouse and cut off some bastard's balls. I'm almost not kidding. I pre-ordered this book so I could get it cheaper, and if I have to go out and buy it again I am not going to be happy. Sonuvabitch!

Tomorrow David goes in for surgery. The Doc says that he will have to stay in ICU until Thursday, and then he might get to go home. Please pray to who ever your god or goddess is, for him to come home safely. Please. He will also have to be off of work for a month, maybe, so I will be keeping an eye on him. I'm hoping he won't be as cranky as Mom was when she had surgery on her shoulder. By the time she was healed I wanted to strangle her. I will let ya'll know how he is tomorrow if I remember. Thanks.

Current Mood: distressed

Here is today's word count. I would write more, but I'm bloody tired and can barely keep my eyes open. Looking at it kinda depresses me, but *shrugs* Oh well. Now I'm going to crash in my nice soft bed. Night ya'll :)

Current Mood: exhausted

Yes. I have started my Novel. *cringes away from the word* Over the last couple of years I've been screwing around with writing a book, but never got a solid idea. I have that idea, and I did the outline of what needs to happen, the points and major events and that crap. I even plotted out the first couple of scenes and got a few wriiten. So, I'm going to take a page from kazdreamer and start posting my word count every time I post. Its a fantasy YA, and I know there is alot of them out there. It is about teenagers in 11th grade, so almost adults. *shrugs*
But anyways, here is the word meter, if I can get the damn thing right:

Current Mood: drained

When I lived in Houston, my best friend Jenn and I used to walk. Alot. One day I think we walked ten miles. And we found some interesting places to hang out. I've missed that. So, today me and my dog Rusty went for a walk. Three miles of creek bed, two miles of road, and a beaver dam. I fell through the beaver dam. Ouch. I have some bruises and scratches, but nothing major. The creek bed was really cool though, there were some interesting rocks, and I got some pics that I might post. But over all, it was a good day.

I'm having a bad week. First I find out that my step parental has cancer. Then the truck breaks down, and and the car follows soon after. Mom has been stressing, and that means she's taking everything out on me and David. Then she started drinking. She doesn't like to drink alone, so she's been pushing vodka on me when I don't fucking want it. I'm not even twenty one yet. And then this morning my horse Jimmy comes up lame, so I had to wrap his leg up and stick him in a stall. Then Bk, one of our other horses comes up lame as well. Its like WTF?!! So I wrap his leg up. And then while I'm making my fucking bed, I pinch a nerve and my right leg goes out from under me. I've been dragging it around all day, looking like igor. And on top of all this I still can't get a full time job. If another fucking thing goes wrong I'm going to put a gun in my mouth and pull the trigger......not really, but I'm sure you get the sentiment. The only thing good happening is that City of Glass comes out in ten days. Thats it. *sigh*

Current Mood: bitchy

God, I hate vodka. Don't know why I drink the shit. I had four shots of the hundred proof, and it had me sitting outside on our deck talking to myself. Normally I only have two shots, just enough to get a nice happy buzz going. But stupid me thought  "hey, if two does this, I wonder what four will do." Well Self, this is what it does, makes you talk to yourself like your bug fuck crazy. *snort* After the deck episode I came to sleep it off, and four hours later woke with a nasty headache and a churning stomach. It is now three fifty five in the morning. I need to go back to sleep, but I had some pretty funky dreams before, and I really don't want to go back to them. Plus I'm making progress on An Electric Personality, so.... yeah. I posted the first part of Long Live Suburbia at fictionwriters to get soem feed back. I need my ego petted, so getting my writing complemented works.

I finished it. I've gotta say that Rob has outdone herself big time with this one. There is more angst, more heart, and yes, more Robin Goodfellow. The characters really grew, and it made the story believeable. And now I'm going to go into spoilers, so be warned.

( Spoilers!!! )( Spoilers!!! )

Current Mood: high

Yep. Going to go get it tomorrow. I can hardly wait. I've burnt myself twice with the clothes iron because I started off in la-la land. Rob's a wonderful writer, and I've pimped my books out to people to make new fans. My buddy Amy is now a fan, and is waiting for the book like me. *sigh* Whats most exciting is that in Deathwish we get to see into Niko's head. I'm also curious about who else is on the cover with Cal. I have to say, this is the best cover of the four, with Madhouse a close second. Gotta love Chris McGrath. (I think that is how you spell the name). But anyways, time to go back and finish ironing. Adios dudes.

I'm back from the dead, so to speak. I got my new laptop, then our internet went the way of the dinosaur, kinda like my old computer. I can get wireless internet, if I go sit out in the middle of our front lawn, which is like two acres. Its kinda creepy out there at two in the morning, not to mention the creatures that lurk out there at night. But then we got our house internet fixed, so I'm in my room now. I've been writing alot lately, working on a couple of diff stories at one time. The ones I'm working on now are

Lady Killer:

I kill people. I don't like to, but it pays the bills, and the skills I have are not conductive to any other profession. Christ. I sound like an asshole. Let’s try this again.

When I was fifteen I got hit by a car. At sixteen my sometimes father hit me in the head with a baseball bat. And at seventeen I got sent to the hospital because I went through the windshield of my car. What do all these things have in common? My little brother.

            No, you can't tell right away what he had done with these incidents. But I'm going to start with the beginning.

Jesse was too busy fixing the fence to notice the group of punks strolling towards him. Not a lot of strangers wandered into his neighborhood; the rumors of getting struck down by lightening made sure of it. Most scoffed at it, but no one caused trouble on Lemon Street. It afforded the residents the luxury of protection from the roaming gangs that busted shop windows and the residency thefts.

Current Mood: amused

Here is my question: Have you taken any writing classes? Was it worth it, or was it a waste of time?  There are some going on at a school near me, and I'm trying to decide if it is worth it or not. Give me your opinions please :)

Like the title says, I am tweaking. Not with a story or anything, but a panic attack type tweak. I don't know if I've over talk about it before , but I am deathly afraid of tornados. Like almost heart attack terrified. And low and behold, we have a tornado watch going on where I live. I wanted to break out the vodka, but we're out. I'm thinking I'm despreate enough to drink some Yager. If the parentals think I'm going to get anything constructive done today, they are out of their fucking minds. I'm not kidding, my hands are shaking bad enough that its hard to type. Well, if you don't here from me tommorrow or anything, that means that a tornado actually hit. Shit shit shit, I hate tornados

Yes, the thing is finished. Twenty seven pages and ten thousand words later. I have two days until my deadline, but I'm sending it out today, and Amy gave me a new prompt last night. I already got the thing plotted out and the title. Graveyard Boogie. I don't know if it will stay that, but *shrugs* Having the laptop to work on is a helluva lot easier than writing stuff out longhand. Seriously. Alrighty *shudders* I've got a house to clean, stalls to muck, and two stories to write. Wish me luck :)

I think I posted about the prompt thing me and my buddy Amy are doing. It was supposed to be a short story, mostly to get Amy going. But my story, titled Long Live Suburbia, LLS for short, has taken on a life of it's own. Or I should be saying the main character Austin Crue took on a mind of his own. Austin is the kinda guy I would love to hang out with, he has a smart ass sense of humor, he's as lazy as me, and he can cook. The only problem is he is an alcoholic, which bothers me. Christ, I'm talking about him like he is a real person. *slaps forehead* But its been awhile since I got this feeling about a character, since high school and Trace. And this story is just moving along. With my main story, Shock Wave, I'm having problems with the characters personalities, and fitting them into the story. I know the ending, and I know the beginning. I just don't know how to get from point A to point B. So, I'm going to let that story simmer for awhile. Maybe if I let them sit, they might get bored and will cooperate with me.
But I'm going to put a teaser of Long Live Suburbia up, let me know what you think. The two pieces are from different parts of the story, but they are my favorites. Let me know if you want to read more.

( Long Live Suburbia )