WOOO!

I got my ring today. You remember? The thing I ordered and almost lost. Well, it's here, on my finger, where it will stay until I have saved up for the one I really wanted.
Granted it is JUST a ring. There was nothing special added to it. No magic powers. It's just what it means to me. What it stands for. I think you are smart enough to figure out what that is exactly. If you are unsure, wiki can help. Or google.
It's a choice that I made for myself after a lot of thinking. Once you know what it means, if you feel the need to ask me about it go ahead and do so.

In other news, most of my music inspires certain things. Be it hope or just a creative muse. That happened today. It was almost annoying. I had to write a song. So, I did. I am going to work on it some more and talk to one of my friends that is starting a a label. He might let me record some stuff and put it up on myspace. If you haven't guessed yet, I love writing and music. Hence the learning of the guitar. I'll be working on that for a bit.

Bad news

I bought something the other day and it was supposed to be here today. The post office website says they came by but no one was home so they left a notice. WRONG. I was here until five when I went to get my sister. I got the email at two. Something is off here. 1) like I said. I was here. 2)so was my dad. 3) there was no notice. I know this because I am the one that got the mail at two. They give us the wrong mail all the time and I have this feeling that I won't be getting what I ordered.

Anyway, I live next to a racetrack and they are doing fireworks (big finish) right now.

Here it goes

I have a headache. WOOT!

Blue Oyster Cult Cities on flame with rock and roll

The music is because I am watching this guy on blogtv and it's what he is playing. He's funny. Not sure if he knows it. I do know that he is unaware I am a writer and he is inspiring a book as he speaks. And I'm not going to tell him, yet.

I don't say much in the chat, but everyone seems to be okay with it. Thats a good thing, I think. Well, I have run out of things to say for the moment. Maybe later.

They try to pull me away

One of the blogs I read posts what music she is listening to while she updates. I like that enought that I may start doing it. Not that it changes what I have to say, but listening to music while you write something, while it may seem like it would be distracting, makes you focus on what you have to say and not the things that pop into your head otherwise. So, next post I'll let you know what I'm listening to. If you are curious now it's Bleeding Love by Leona Lewis.

Long time no post

I think this may be the longest time I have gone without posting. I'll explain.

I'm sick.

Short and to the point. Well, I am very tired and I have a headache so this is it for tonight. I will have something to share one day within the next week. Not sure what day because I want something the arrive before I talk about it. So, we wait for the postal service.

New View

Taking some time to look at what writing I have done. I need to see if there are thing that need changing and if so how they will affect the outcomes.

I have a last name now. (What? You didn't have one before?) I do have one and now I have a pen name. Christina Bradford. It might stick, but just in case I have a list of names that I really liked. It's funny thought because Bradford also happens to be the street I lived on until I was seven.

Long days

I was up before six today. It was fun until now. Well, no, about two hours ago is when the fun ended because all of my energy was spent. I am doing the same thing tomorrow, though. See you then.

No question marks here

I am caught up on brotherhood2.0 now, which is vlog brothers these days. Nice change. Not sure about their site because, let's face it, I spent all my time watching their videos and slacking off. Now about the naming issue. I have a feeling every character that might have a role in F.C. (the book I'm writing with my sister) will be named before I have a last name from myself. What? Yeah, I want a pen name. Everything I want thought doesn't fit well. I am keeping Christina. (My handwriting isn't so hot, so be glad I'm keeping that part. I've had years of practice for that one.) My last mane on the other hand needs work. I mean, I love my last name, but what happens when I get married? I don't think anything will change, I just want to make sure. In the end if I give up on the pen name it'll be jokes. You know, whatever.

(PS-jokes means cool)

What happened?

The past two days I have gotten Kim to sit down and work with me on our book. We have details of our main character and we are working on naming some of the other people. I could have worded that better, but I am in a hurry.

Sleep? Who needs it?

SO, sleep isn't something that I will experience for a few more hours. Why? Well, it feels like I drank ten cokes and about five coffees. I didn't. Just feels like I did. The good news is that I can write and edit. Or read. I still have ...six books on my list. Fun! You need to read a lot so you know what you like. And what not to do.

Work it out

I made a title page today. A proper one. And I numbered the pages. I am now going to read something my sister wrote for the book we are doing together. I also got a binder yesterday and some pens (red, every writer needs a red pen; green and blue, so we can write comments and know where they are and who wrote them. black, for my mother.). Well, I need to get more work done.

That was funny

I made yesterday's post just now. Nobody? I'm the only one that finds it funny? Okay, that's cool. I did something dumb yesterday. I told my dad that I didn't want to go back to school so I could write. He asked if I would get a job while I write and I told him, "If you want me to." He said to talk to my mom. Then I brought up guard and my wanting to do that as well. It has become a fight between heart and soul.

My heart is in writing and my soul is in color guard.

What do I do? Oh, what do I do?
How will I know which one I should chose?
What's in my soul or what's in my heart?
With one of these things I must part.
A toss in the air
with jell in my hair.
Typing away
on the keyboard all day.
Can't have them both is the only rule.
A punishment so unusual and cruel.
How will I know which one I should chose?

Macbeth

Senior year I had brit lit. We read Macbeth and had to recite a quote. This is the one.

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

To me it says....
Life. It happens. Always has, always will. You have a past and it may have faults. Life is a thing that comes and goes so quickly that you have to jump on board and take the ride of... well, your life.

It's not thunder

It's vampires playing baseball.

Still working on getting plans made to go see Stephenie Meyer. I started watching Brotherhood 2.0 yesterday. Funny stuff. One video (made by John Green) made me want to have some writing buddies. He was with Scott Westerfeld and Maureen Johnson. There was some one else but I don't know who she was. Looked like fun, you know, if you are a writer.

Serendipity

Well, yes. I am watching that movie while I write this. But that's not why it's the title.

Unexpected friendships or relationships, brought on by a serious of serendipitous (unplanned) events.

I like it. Might have to take advantage. I'm picturing it and it's amazing.

This is it.

80,000 words - 120,000
Do you see this book as part of a series?
As much as I would love to write a series I don't feel as thought the project I am working on now will evolve into something that needs multiple volumes to get the entire story out. If it does make that kind of transformation I will willingly and graciously accept it.

Back in the day

Yesterday I did research. Lots of it. I found some blogs that I added to my blog list so that I can go to them whenever. They post a lot of helpful entries. Now, I need to get back to work on that book. Later.

Busy Bee

I've been reading Meg Cabot's book Size 14 is not fat either. The main character Heather drinks her coffee with hot coca in it and every time I read it I would want to try it. So I did. Good stuff. I plan on mixing other drinks now.

Next. Stephenie Meyer's book tour. Asked my dad about it. He is going to talk to my mom tomorrow and see how we can go about that. My sister and I want New York or Seattle. LA isn't an option b/c I am trying out for color guard that day. We are a bit upset that we can only get one book signed. No pictures either. Kinda stinks. She isn't personalizing anything. That, in my opinion, is dumb. Why should someone be able to sell your book on ebay and get twenty/thirty bucks more than the book cost when you signed it for free. (I think the twenty dollars is for the guy that is singing.)

Third. Need to write and outline tonight. Morning. Oops, it's late. Did not know that.

Last. One of my friends is not being supportive. He won't talk to me at all. It's upsetting. Someone I thought would have my back...well, doesn't. I'm not sure what to do about him.

Almost but not

Almost crashed today. I drove my mom to the hospital and on the way to get my sister's hair done the car in front of me hit the brakes and I hit mine, but we slid. Must have only been an inch away. We ended up stopped on the train tracks. Scary. My chest hurt for a bit after that.

All write now. Baby, It's all write now!

Watching TRL right now to see what they have to say about Stephenie Meyer's tour. I'm stoked. My parents are talking about letting my sister and I fly to one of the four events. Cross your fingers. Meeting people that inspire you do to better is something that everyone should get a chance to experience. Last year I had the opportunity of meeting Scott Westerfeld at Dragon*Con. It was absolutely incredible. He signed a preview of his book Extras for me. It blew my mind.

This kind of stuff is proof that EVERYTHING you want from life is in reach.

Oh! One more thing...

The post about time.... I forgot to say that my plan/ goal is to have a book published by then. If I get my act back together I know it can happen.

Dream Big. Aim for the moon and the worst that can happen is that you'll land among the stars.

not Write now.

Just now saw that I had a comment. That was the most exciting thing of my day! Really. It was a whoa! moment. LOL. It reminded me not to change this into something pointless.

Okay, so I have a story to tell. I took a speech class last semester (UWG, if you were wondering) and we did mock interviews. You wrote about your dream job and then Honey would interview us. So, while writing about how I want to be an author...well, it was one) ironic and two) crazy funny. She asked me about what I want to write and who I like to read and what would make me the best choice. Not the best story I could have told you, but the answer is important. I want to write YA. And maybe SciFi/fantasy. (Why?) I can't do serious articles. And I wouldn't want to anyway. I am informal when I write. As you can see. Books can be written in many different styles. So, I can write like this and not offend everyone on the planet. I like YA because that's how my mind works. I'm 19. I have my adult moments, but I know what I like to read and I can write that way, I think. The SciFi/Fantasy thing is...well, I love vampires, zombies, werewolves, aliens, ghosts, ect. I love reading Meg Cabot, J.K. Rowling, Scott Westerfeld, Stephenie Meyer, P.C. Cast, and Kristen Cast. There are more. Trust me that there are so many authors that I like that I could fill a notebook. More importantly I admire them. Authors inspire me. And I mean ALL of them. I haven't always wanted to write. Its been less than a year since I realized it's what I anted to do, but in that short time it's become a passion.

The last question she asked is what, in my opinion, is the most important. I deal with things by writing about them. It's how I move on. The way I see it is that I am going to write until I can't. No matter what happens on this path that I've chosen I will write. Books, poems, songs, letters, diary entries, blog, whatever I can.

That's all for today. It's storming right now plus I want to write tonight so that I have something worth saying again tomorrow.

Plans

Writing two books and trying to play the guitar.

Hard stuff right there.

Hey, Honey. Lookin' good. How's the family?

Time. That's what has been on my mind.

Who were you nine years ago? I was the new kid. Just having finished my first classes in Woodstock. Still missing my friends. Wondering if we could go back.

What will you be doing in nine years? I will be going to my high school reunion.

Three of the people I became friends with in the last two months of school (in 4th grade. when i was the new kid) are still my friends today. Three. One of them I lived with for a bit. One I almost share a birthday with. And the last is just short a week older.

Next subject. Oh! I can't remember. Dang! Oh well, Later.

Put those Georgia stars to shame that night

How do you write about love if you've never been in it? Can you make it up? Or do you just watch a bunch of Disney movies? The princess ones not DCOM.

That is the question

Should I? Might as well. In that case...

Randy? I don't get it. Whatever.

Like my blog?

Night, Keith.

Nothing goes write

So, I hate it when people refer directly to someone. In anything written, that is. Facebook's notes is okay, but not websites, myspace bulletins, blogs, etc. Just the same, I want to say something to someone. Just because I may (or may not) give him the link. I'm not sure. It's mostly stupid stuff on here. Not at all what I had planned for it. At some point he will have seen the site, but not yet. In the future (way out there where stuff gets blurry) I'll send it to him. By then he won't have a clue that this is about him.

So tonight, wait, no, this morning I feel like writing. It's exciting. The feeling that something good might actually come out of my writing time. I need to hurry this up and get to work before I fall asleep. I am tired, but there are ideas in my head that I want to get on paper (well, laptop really) before I go to bed.

That how it's done

Good movie. Went to two grad parties yesterday. Had fun. Gave C.F. a Hannah Montana card. It was a birthday card. I hope he laughed a little. Robert Downey Jr. is hot. Sorry. Watching the MTV movie awards. Megan Fox just cussed. I was surprised. Anyway...