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Friday, April 27, 2012

Just a little sad

You know what makes me crazy? How few relatives have bought my book. Friends I don't care as much, I mean it hurts because I support them in every way but honestly, whatever. It's the family members who really get me. People who are bound to me by blood and are supposed to support me, DON'T. Cousins, uncles and aunts. Oh and lest we forget my grandfather. No no, he couldn't be bothered to buy my book. It just hurts. But I can't seem to bring myself to say it. My friend, Lesley, tells me that it's such an accomplishment to write a book and put it out there but...I think it's because of my family that I don't care. My mom brought it up and Thanksgiving and it was honestly met with a "Well, la dee dah" from my uncle and my grandpa's wife going "Well we just don't buy things on the internet. Maybe if it was in a real store..."

And it's times like that when I look at my friends who are adopted and want to know the people they are genetically bound to and say "You're better off without them." Because my relatives suck. The people I've adopted as my family are so caring and I love them. My best friends would support and defend me to the end of time. Whereas my extended family would be at the front of my lynch mob.

Not my immediate family. My mom, dad and sister are good, real family. But most everyone else...

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Unexpected Preview

So this isn't one of the most exciting scenes or best written but it's one of my favorite interactions. I love the egrags. Hehe. Anyway, here's a snippet from chapter five of Unexpected Destiny.

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When Ely came to, he saw Faythe and Colin still unconscious. Narnyo and Hera were tied to sticks. Hera fought the binds but Narnyo was still, looking rather resigned. Peter was awake and trying his damnedest to get free of the ropes that held each of them to a post. Peter looked up and noticed Ely was awake. He forced a smile, so as not to alarm Ely.

“These creatures have us locked up,” he sighed finally. “I haven’t the faintest idea what they want with us.”

Ely looked to the creatures and realized that he was in a small village full of egrags. They were all dancing around, joyfully, and drinking. To the left of Ely he saw a group of younger females who giggled when Ely met their glance. The females were not nearly as disastrous looking as the males. They had long flowing red hair that was healthy and had a beautiful shine to it and the green splotches were almost an attractive quality to them.

Ely glanced over to see Colin coming to. He looked at the village in a daze and then looked to Ely. “They’re egrags.” Ely explained. Colin’s face didn’t change but he seemed to shrug, as if to say “Figures”.

Peter looked at Ely. “What are ‘egrags’?”

Suddenly, Faythe’s sleeping face turned into a smile. “Lesser demi-gods.” She began laughing.

“It’s not funny Faythe,” Peter said, “they have us held hostage.”

Faythe smiled. “What are they going to do to us?”

One of the egrags walked up to the four humans. “Well, one suggested that we eat you. The females have requested that they get to,” he cleared his throat, “save the males for…entertainment.” Ely and Peter’s eyes widened as they looked to the giggling group of females that then waved. Colin just let his head sink a little further. “We haven’t entirely come to a decision.”

Faythe was somewhat shocked. “You can’t eat us! We’re the Blessed Ones!”

“And you certainly may not use us for entertainment of any kind.” Ely added, yelling at the females who had now become bold enough to start touching him.

Some of them began touching Peter and Colin as well. While Colin just stared at the situation with complete apathy, Peter tried, vigorously, to get them away. “What do we do?” he screamed.

Suddenly, there was a small tizzy amongst the crowd as a small and familiar egrag approached the Blessed Ones. “Ermind?!” Ely and Faythe cried as he approached.

“Ermind,” Faythe called, “please tell them to let us go.”

A female hit Faythe over the head with a large staff. “We will not. Now stop speaking to my mate.”

“Wait, Sensira,” Ermind cried, “I do wish to have these non-egrags released.” He smiled at the mortals, letting them know that they had nothing to worry about. His mate looked at him imploringly. “I must, dear.” He looked into their eyes. “They saved me life. Perhaps all of our lives.”

A taller and fleshy egrag with a bushy red mustache waddled over to Ermind. “Is that a formal request?” he asked, in a husky voice.

Ermind looked to Sensira who held onto his arm. He smiled, nervously. “Yes it is.”

The tall egrag shrugged. “Suit yourself.” He then began to holler, “Town meeting!”

All but three egrags left for the sudden town meeting. Two females and a male stayed behind to keep watch over the four humans, the phoenix, and the wolf. Narnyo, who hadn’t said a single word, still hung there with a look of disdain upon his face. He wouldn’t lose his dignity attempting to break free.

Colin was suddenly faintly offended. “Town meeting? I thought that they were freeing us.” The male hit Colin with his staff.

“We’re a very systematic bunch,” said the first female. “Nothing happens without our entire community voting on it.”

The second female nodded. “Very efficient.”

“Oh yes very,” the first female sighed. “Things don’t happen very quickly, but they get done efficiently.”

“Ah,” Peter said, knowingly, “but you didn’t vote on capturing us and whether or not to tie us up, now did you?” The male now hit Peter. Peter and Colin exchanged a sympathizing glance between the two of them.

“Oh, but we did,” the first female sighed.

“Even on the type of knot we tied ye up with,” the second added.

“Yes, we make sure to vote on everything just in case.”

“We’re a very fair bunch.”

“Indeed. Now we must vote on whether to set you free or eat you.”

“Or use the males for entertainment,” the second added, blushing only a little.

“Oh yes, of course.”

Colin began to speak up but the male leaned his staff in the direction of Colin’s head and that shut him up. Faythe sighed, heavily. She was clearly not going to waste this entire experience. “Well,” she said, “how is it that you live in Intarshull Valley and yet you…”

“Live?” Colin and Peter offered both promptly receiving a thwack on the head.

The first female scoffed lightly. “Oh well that’s no problem there. Egrags are not very lucky to begin with. The bad luck doesn’t affect us any more than what we have.”

The second female shrugged. “Can’t help being lesser demi-gods.”

“Indeed. It’s not entirely our fault. We might as well make the best of it. Right?”

She looked at Ely, for his opinion. “Oh, quite right.” Colin and Peter awaited Ely’s mandatory concussion but the male didn’t move, except to scratch his large nose.

Is that so? Narnyo asked. I had wondered why this upside down universe seemed reminiscent of Itarshull. It is rather hard to tell as to where I am with all of the blood in my body entirely occupying my head. The male jabbed him with his staff. I’m not afraid of you. I’ll gnaw on your head again! Narnyo growled.

“Again?” Faythe sighed. “Oh Narnyo you didn’t.”

“He did,” the first female sighed. “Chewed on poor Alkarf’s head.”

The second female leaned into Faythe and Ely. “He’s the most unlucky of us all I’m afraid.”

“I blame his name,” the first female said. “A name really affects the rest of your life, don’t it? Take you for example,” she poked Faythe’s rib, “what is your name darling?”

Faythe stammered. “Uh…Faythe.”

The two females sighed, happily.

“Now there is a fine name,” the first female said to the other, “it says that the name-barer is a strong being with a sufficient amount of charm.”

“Wonderful name.”

“Yes wonderful. No one takes heed to name their children carefully anymore. They will be stuck with that name for their entire lives, after all, it might as well be a good strong name.”

Just then, the doors of the town hall opened and the “non-egrags” were rushed by egrags with knives.


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Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Time Waster

Alright, how about a post about me instead of my book or Ancient Astronaut theorists?

To say that the job market in San Diego is hell would be an understatement. Honestly, I've been out of work for three years. It's more than a little depressing. So I've been going to school to occupy my time. I'm really not the school type but it keeps me busy and productive. Last semester I was supposed to have a job so I only took one class. Surprise, surprise, the job fell through. So I only had a single class on my schedule. Mind you my room is now extra clean and I've been helping my grandma with various projects but it still wasn't enough to do.

This semester I had no illusions of a job so I was ready to sign up for classes. Now I'm taking physical anthropology, Japanese, dance and kick boxing. Mind you, dance and kick boxing will be in addition to my hard core pilates class. I have a feeling my body will be mad at me for the first few weeks. I've been keeping my body active. I do pilates and I would use the treadmill or do yoga at home (sometimes both if I was feeling energetic) but this is going to kick. my. BUTT.

I'm actually incredibly excited. This isn't just cardio kick boxing either. This is honest to goodness hand to hand combat kick boxing. I'm also really excited for Japanese I have to admit. I'm not a weaboo or anything. I've just found, through watching a live action Sailor Moon show from 2004, that Japanese clicks with me. I have a vague understanding of it. So why not add a language to my repertoire that's more useful than Latin?

Of course I'll obviously be working on Treacherous Summits as well. Which I should be doing now...but I have to go to the store. Wow, I am one big waster of time.