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.