Just a reminder
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My freaking cool official Beatles t shirt from K Mart. AWESOME!
Since no one noticed on my other blog *sigh* lol
Message me a color
I got really bored, so ya. Do this? :3
- Purple; 10 facts about your room
- Blue; 9 facts about your family
- Green; 8 facts about your pets
- Yellow; 7 facts about your school
- Orange; 6 facts about your home town
- Red; 5 facts about your first bestfriend(s)
- Pink; 4 facts about your parents
- White; 3 facts about yourself
- Grey; 2 facts about your favorite foods
- Black; 1 fact about yourself
It’d be nice to do this,so… *points at the ask box*
Ask me please!
(Source: whatabittersweetpeach)
The hardest working man in music
I just remembered about a speed writing thing I saw on Twitter.
I decided I am going to go with what would look like a music journalism piece on Staff Wiltshire, one of my characters. He is an interesting man for sure, with a great journey to his present career. It should be fun, coming in around 3, 000 words. Yay.
Staff Wiltshire, the hardest working man in music
Staff Wiltshire is a character I love
One of his traits is his obsessive tendencies. This is especially true of his music.
He is capable of working extremely hard and fast. A bit like his style of fucking at times. He can survive on little sleep. He may be a perfectionist but the fact he is able to spit out new material so fast is just proof of his talents.
Staff was always going to be well known for those abilities. It is part of what draws Quaver to him. In fact, Quaver is just an obsession of a different sort. It is nothing stalker scary, just a profound friendly devotion to her.
He is a virtuoso. A child prodigy admitted into university at a very young age. Wasted as a member of the university staff. He then goes onto be a big part of Chromatic, has his own solo career, as well as conducting and orchestrating for other artists.
The #OODF Monster is back!
Oceans of Double Fantasy is my first novel. Currently in its first draft. Currently at 116, 156 words. It is better known as #OODF on Twitter.
Written over a two month period (October - December 2010), #OODF became my obsession. It overtook every aspect of my life. I spent my lunch times and breaks at work writing it. I was up till 4 am writing it. My study suffered. So did my personal situation. It worked out for the better though.
I am going okay with the editing. A lot of minor changes. The major rewrites will come later.
One comment I had was that the story was too much about putting information on a page with no story connecting it. I know what I have is good, but it needs work. I have the bare facts. This is what happened to me, this is how I dealt with it. But I need to include these scenarios in particular scenes and locations.
I am really enjoying re-reading it though. Staff Wiltshire has some killer lines. He is my favourite character. He is possibly the most well developed of the lot.
I figured the other day - I am single and banned myself from romantic relationships for at least six months. But it prompts me to think of what I do want in a man. I realised my three lead men (Jamie Mohin is the fourth and he as a character needs more work) all fulfil a certain set of traits I desire in a man.
- Flat Sandoval represents the security, the comfort, the financing
- Sharp Barquentine represents the passion, the love, the romance
- Staff Wiltshire represents the intellect and the oh so kinky sex
If a man had all those three sets of traits, I would be in heaven.
I didn’t say anything. I just let him lead the dance. I thought back to that time when we were 21 and 20, standing on top of the hill where I was too off my face to let him say anything to me. Since then the friendship had been a bit warped. I had felt like I had been totally rejected. I had held onto all those feelings associated with being rejected, even though in essence, he never stopped being my friend.
– It is a confusing time for Quaver, for sure.For a man who was not that keen on bananas, I found it he always had them in his home. I have no idea who he gave them to, or did he secretly like bananas? He took the firmest one of the bunch, unpeeled it and slipped it into my mouth. “You are not going to bite down on it or eat it for now”. It was not like I could respond; I was being gagged by a member of the Musa genus.
– Quaver and the bananas. A potent combination. Someone is playing games with her.

