Flying
Wind in my face
Butterflies in my stomach
Hair flying
Warm wind
Snuggling with my puppy
Inferno Cone
Snowball fights
Laughing with my sisters
Lori, Lys, and Jay
Giant coconut trees affecting the Earth's rotation
Eating in the chem lab
Quiet communion
Nature
Autumn
October
Wood smoke
Campfires
That stillness when no one else is awake
Silent summer sunrise
First rains of April
Dancing in the warm rain
Alone
Told you it would be happier.
Friday, September 30, 2011
Leap 21 - Melancholia
A hawk's cry
Dying
Slowly fading
Grey clouds without rain
The fiftieth day of rain
Lonely indoors
No one there
Watching from the sidelines
Country songs
Sighs
Never knowing
Not knowing
That time when
I knew them when
When I was ...
Why can't I be that now?
As I was searching for things to write about I realized how melancholy my thoughts were, but living off of King Arhtur fanfics for a week and listening to country songs can do that to a person. I decided I needed to get it out in a stream of consciousness (which is a nice way of saying brain vomit) sort of way. I promise to make the next one happy.
Dying
Slowly fading
Grey clouds without rain
The fiftieth day of rain
Lonely indoors
No one there
Watching from the sidelines
Country songs
Sighs
Never knowing
Not knowing
That time when
I knew them when
When I was ...
Why can't I be that now?
As I was searching for things to write about I realized how melancholy my thoughts were, but living off of King Arhtur fanfics for a week and listening to country songs can do that to a person. I decided I needed to get it out in a stream of consciousness (which is a nice way of saying brain vomit) sort of way. I promise to make the next one happy.
Leap 20 - Angry Bird
It's Poetic Friday so without further ado ...
Little hummingbird
Hovering in shaded yard
Stop yelling at me
My first haiku! And I seriously did have a hummingbird yell at me last week. I was dogsitting for another friend and as I was standing on their front porch I heard this high pitched chatter, like Flit from Pocahontas. I looked around until I saw the hummingbird (sitting in a tree at the time). I retired to the chair on the other end of the porch from the feeder but it swooped down and gave another tirade until I went inside.
Little hummingbird
Hovering in shaded yard
Stop yelling at me
My first haiku! And I seriously did have a hummingbird yell at me last week. I was dogsitting for another friend and as I was standing on their front porch I heard this high pitched chatter, like Flit from Pocahontas. I looked around until I saw the hummingbird (sitting in a tree at the time). I retired to the chair on the other end of the porch from the feeder but it swooped down and gave another tirade until I went inside.
Wahoo!
I have internet again! And sitting up no longer makes me feel ill!
I am apartment/dog sitting so I have the place to myself and the dog is sleeping. Let's see how many Leaps I can get done.
I am apartment/dog sitting so I have the place to myself and the dog is sleeping. Let's see how many Leaps I can get done.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Leap 019 - Andraste Barrister
Genre (type of story you'd put them in): Spy/Thriller
Describe the Character Physically in Your Own Words: Average height and body type with a face somewhere between stunning and average. Strong jawline, blue-grey eyes, honey blonde hair with waves. Every move she makes is economical and has a purpose when she's on the clock.
One Line Description of Character: Corporate espionage specialist who is in danger of letting her heart decide
Tell Us About the Character: For many years Andraste could not forgive her parents for such a name, but as she ages she begins to take pride in being an individual, a very smart and sometimes 'invincible' individual. She was in her mid twenties when she foiled a disgruntled ex-employee's plan to ruin Majestic Inc on the world market. Her quick wit, ability to improvise, and quiet efficiency caught the eye of Majestic Inc's espionage team and she was quietly recruited shortly thereafter. Now she spends her days 'working' for various rivals under several assumed names which, in homage to her parents who helped her become who she is, are all Celt based. Her work for the espionage department has called her to the attention of the FBI and they will soon approach her with an assignment. Will she accept?
What's her deepest secret? She likes to spend every Friday night in pink pajamas and pigtails while watching old movies.
Prompt from: http://characteraday.livejournal.com/466515.html
I realize I missed the past two days, it's been crazy. Thankfully tomorrow will be a bit calmer and I can catch up. :)
Monday, September 19, 2011
Leap 018 - World of Stone
Song: World of Stone by Blackmore's Night
When Eoin Bowman ducked through the doorway, the only sound in the small house was the whisper of steel on stone as his wife Rowan sharpened her dagger. She looked up and sad, resigned grey eyes met determined brown before he wiped a weary hand across his dirt stained face.
"There will be no swaying you, will there?" his voice rumbled across the scarred oak table.
"I will stand by you, husband," she replied evenly, sheathing her dagger alongside it's mate in her belt as she rose to replace the whet stone in it's place by the fire. Her husband watched as she tided the main room, moving wooden toys and tucking in a rag doll, it's smile not fitting the somber mood. Completing her circuit of the room, slung a quiver of fletched arrows over her shoulder, took up the crossbow leaning next to the door and stepped next to her husband of eight years. Gently she rested a cheek on his broad chest, listening to his heartbeat as he wrapped her in a tight embrace, pressing his lips to the top of her curly head. They stood in quiet communion, content with simple contact, for several long moments before a pounding came on their door.
"Eoin! Your presence is required at the tavern!" came Geordie's raucous voice, before the door opened to reveal his grinning blonde face. From the looks of him, he had already visited said establishment before coming to summon his friend for their 'last drink'; Geordie was forgiven this jockularity however, as he could sober almost immediately when a fight was upon him. The quirks of being a soldier for so long.
"Oh. Hello Rowan darling. Gathering your last few things?"
"Aye, my arrows and crossbow," she replied, slipping past their deceptively thin friend into the dusk.
"I thought ..." Geordie spluttered, looking to Eion as the larger man shut the door of his home for what could be the final time. A grim smile played across Eion's face.
"I married a stubborn woman, friend. She will not follow the other healers and has sent our children with her sister and mother."
"I will not stand by as our home is attacked," Rowan's voice drifted back to the men. "I have died a thousand times, watching those injured by our enemy slowly fade away, leaving children like our own with no one to protect them. Today I avenge them and offer myself that such pain may end here."
No more was said until the trio stepped into the warm glow of the tavern, greeted by friends old and new, so many gathered to face the hoard that would attack at dawn. When darkness fell the fort commander rose, holding his goblet aloft for silence.
"Brothers and strong sisters, we stand here as a last defense. I drink this toast to you," Liam's strong baritone filled the warm room. "Bring me mead and bring me ale to help us face this fight again. Good fortune will shine down on us, together we will win, and they will never break out spirit, we will never turn and run, and we will rise strong still when we stand as one!"
"When we stand as one," came the echo. Quietly they all sat, thinking of those they had lost in the battles before, murmuring to one another, the voices gradually growing loud again as tales of loss and tales of laughter flew.
-------
The defenders had lasted another hour or so before separating to steal a few moments of rest or complete preparations for the coming battle. Stars were just beginning to fade when Eoin, Rowan and Geordie mounted the battlements together, taking their places with the archers and slingers. The fires of their enemies shone in the fading darkness, nearly blotting out the stars that Rowan stared up at as she prayed for the safety of their children, seven year old Muireann, five year old Niall, and three year old Oran. As the drums began across the plain Rowan's hand slipped in Eoin's and there it stayed until the command came.
"Archers, draw bow!"
I immediately saw this very strong, stubborn woman with wild, dark auburn curls, standing next to her husband in the last defense of their home when I first heard this song. The story doesn't capture all of what I see in my head but it turned out longer than I intended, which is a good thing. I've been reading a lot of King Arthur fanfiction lately which influenced the location and events somewhat, placing the last stand in a stone fort rather than a home in a small village. The woman whose picture I used up there is Dawn Bradfield in her role as Vanora in King Arthur. I saw a combination of she and Alex Kingston as Boudica from Warrior Queen.
Listen to the song here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4qHdAOKoL18
When Eoin Bowman ducked through the doorway, the only sound in the small house was the whisper of steel on stone as his wife Rowan sharpened her dagger. She looked up and sad, resigned grey eyes met determined brown before he wiped a weary hand across his dirt stained face."There will be no swaying you, will there?" his voice rumbled across the scarred oak table.
"I will stand by you, husband," she replied evenly, sheathing her dagger alongside it's mate in her belt as she rose to replace the whet stone in it's place by the fire. Her husband watched as she tided the main room, moving wooden toys and tucking in a rag doll, it's smile not fitting the somber mood. Completing her circuit of the room, slung a quiver of fletched arrows over her shoulder, took up the crossbow leaning next to the door and stepped next to her husband of eight years. Gently she rested a cheek on his broad chest, listening to his heartbeat as he wrapped her in a tight embrace, pressing his lips to the top of her curly head. They stood in quiet communion, content with simple contact, for several long moments before a pounding came on their door.
"Eoin! Your presence is required at the tavern!" came Geordie's raucous voice, before the door opened to reveal his grinning blonde face. From the looks of him, he had already visited said establishment before coming to summon his friend for their 'last drink'; Geordie was forgiven this jockularity however, as he could sober almost immediately when a fight was upon him. The quirks of being a soldier for so long.
"Oh. Hello Rowan darling. Gathering your last few things?"
"Aye, my arrows and crossbow," she replied, slipping past their deceptively thin friend into the dusk.
"I thought ..." Geordie spluttered, looking to Eion as the larger man shut the door of his home for what could be the final time. A grim smile played across Eion's face.
"I married a stubborn woman, friend. She will not follow the other healers and has sent our children with her sister and mother."
"I will not stand by as our home is attacked," Rowan's voice drifted back to the men. "I have died a thousand times, watching those injured by our enemy slowly fade away, leaving children like our own with no one to protect them. Today I avenge them and offer myself that such pain may end here."
No more was said until the trio stepped into the warm glow of the tavern, greeted by friends old and new, so many gathered to face the hoard that would attack at dawn. When darkness fell the fort commander rose, holding his goblet aloft for silence.
"Brothers and strong sisters, we stand here as a last defense. I drink this toast to you," Liam's strong baritone filled the warm room. "Bring me mead and bring me ale to help us face this fight again. Good fortune will shine down on us, together we will win, and they will never break out spirit, we will never turn and run, and we will rise strong still when we stand as one!"
"When we stand as one," came the echo. Quietly they all sat, thinking of those they had lost in the battles before, murmuring to one another, the voices gradually growing loud again as tales of loss and tales of laughter flew.
-------
The defenders had lasted another hour or so before separating to steal a few moments of rest or complete preparations for the coming battle. Stars were just beginning to fade when Eoin, Rowan and Geordie mounted the battlements together, taking their places with the archers and slingers. The fires of their enemies shone in the fading darkness, nearly blotting out the stars that Rowan stared up at as she prayed for the safety of their children, seven year old Muireann, five year old Niall, and three year old Oran. As the drums began across the plain Rowan's hand slipped in Eoin's and there it stayed until the command came.
"Archers, draw bow!"
I immediately saw this very strong, stubborn woman with wild, dark auburn curls, standing next to her husband in the last defense of their home when I first heard this song. The story doesn't capture all of what I see in my head but it turned out longer than I intended, which is a good thing. I've been reading a lot of King Arthur fanfiction lately which influenced the location and events somewhat, placing the last stand in a stone fort rather than a home in a small village. The woman whose picture I used up there is Dawn Bradfield in her role as Vanora in King Arthur. I saw a combination of she and Alex Kingston as Boudica from Warrior Queen.
Listen to the song here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4qHdAOKoL18
Leap 017 - Mah Girlies
Since I'm going to spend Sundays working on my established characters I figured I should introduce them to you. Without further ado ...
Rayella 'Rae' Cathrine Éowyn McGinty
Fandom: DC comics
Physical Description: Reddish-brown hair, grey eyes. Long, thin face. 5' 5" Athletic build from working out. Average, not flat but not uber-curvy. She has several scars, including one at the base of her hairline that is visible when she has her hair up, as she usually does.
What's so special about her?: Before birth, her mother messed with her DNA, giving her the ability to communicate with animals, first on an empathic, then telepathic level. As she ages she continues to learn and gain new abilities, including shapeshifting, limited touch healing with animals, limited touch telepathy with humans, and mental telepathy with humans she's had a great deal of contact with. Because of these abilities, and her aptitude in gymnastics, she was asked to be a Teen Titan when they encountered her beating up the animal rights group breaking into her father's veterinary practice. And because of these abilities and her personality, she was selected to be a Guardian of Terran Animals.
Family: Bruce Edmond McGinty (father), Scarlett Adelle Beauford Warren Talltree McGinty (mother, she's been married a few times), Daniel Christopher (older half-brother), Terra Eleanor (younger sister), Holly Kaelyn (younger sister), Cole Andrew (younger brother), Garth (ex-husband), Audrey (clone), Merlin Adonis (son), Naida Cyrene (daughter), and other family (including cousins named Brian, Patrick and Morgan!)
Alloria 'Lori' Rose Martin
Fandom: Outsiders
Physical Description: Red, slightly wavy hair, hazel eyes. Short and slight with a build that causes most people to assume that she is younger than she really is. Nose has a light dusting of freckles that come out strongly in the summer.
What's so special about her?: Lori's father was a lawyer and so she was born into a 'soc' family, but they never stood for such pretensions. Plus her brother rebelled and joined a gang with Tim Sheppard in high school. After her father dies from cancer and her brother disappears (presumed dead), Lori, her mother and sister relocate to Tulsa, Oklahoma. Cue Curtis brothers and friends! Someday she will marry Darry. I just know it. :)
Family: Andrew James Martin (father), Erin Lily Martin (mother), Alexander Prescott Martin (older brother), Alyssa Hope Martin (younger sister)
Senya Celebrain Von
Fandom: Star Trek
Physical Description: Dark reddish brown hair, black eyes, barely rimmed with brown
What's so special about her?: Being a Betazoid-Vulcan hybrid means that telepathically she is off the charts, physically very strong, and very intelligent. Her mother is an ex-Starfleet officer which prompts Senya to join Starfleet in time to be classmates of Chakotay, LaForge and Riker. In the course of her career she serves on the USS Enterprise under Picard, USS Sabre under her aunt Feryl, and on several covert exoanthropology missions before she finally commands her own ship.
Family: Setek (father), Skye Kor Von (mother), Seleste Nida Von (sister), Sypher Blythe Von (sister), Skon son of Sabek (bond-mate/husband), Feryal Tol Karna (maternal aunt)
I take credit for none of the artwork except the little Senya, which I made on an online doll maker forever ago.
Rayella 'Rae' Cathrine Éowyn McGinty
Fandom: DC comicsPhysical Description: Reddish-brown hair, grey eyes. Long, thin face. 5' 5" Athletic build from working out. Average, not flat but not uber-curvy. She has several scars, including one at the base of her hairline that is visible when she has her hair up, as she usually does.
What's so special about her?: Before birth, her mother messed with her DNA, giving her the ability to communicate with animals, first on an empathic, then telepathic level. As she ages she continues to learn and gain new abilities, including shapeshifting, limited touch healing with animals, limited touch telepathy with humans, and mental telepathy with humans she's had a great deal of contact with. Because of these abilities, and her aptitude in gymnastics, she was asked to be a Teen Titan when they encountered her beating up the animal rights group breaking into her father's veterinary practice. And because of these abilities and her personality, she was selected to be a Guardian of Terran Animals.
Family: Bruce Edmond McGinty (father), Scarlett Adelle Beauford Warren Talltree McGinty (mother, she's been married a few times), Daniel Christopher (older half-brother), Terra Eleanor (younger sister), Holly Kaelyn (younger sister), Cole Andrew (younger brother), Garth (ex-husband), Audrey (clone), Merlin Adonis (son), Naida Cyrene (daughter), and other family (including cousins named Brian, Patrick and Morgan!)
Alloria 'Lori' Rose Martin
Fandom: OutsidersPhysical Description: Red, slightly wavy hair, hazel eyes. Short and slight with a build that causes most people to assume that she is younger than she really is. Nose has a light dusting of freckles that come out strongly in the summer.
What's so special about her?: Lori's father was a lawyer and so she was born into a 'soc' family, but they never stood for such pretensions. Plus her brother rebelled and joined a gang with Tim Sheppard in high school. After her father dies from cancer and her brother disappears (presumed dead), Lori, her mother and sister relocate to Tulsa, Oklahoma. Cue Curtis brothers and friends! Someday she will marry Darry. I just know it. :)
Family: Andrew James Martin (father), Erin Lily Martin (mother), Alexander Prescott Martin (older brother), Alyssa Hope Martin (younger sister)
Senya Celebrain Von
Fandom: Star TrekPhysical Description: Dark reddish brown hair, black eyes, barely rimmed with brown
What's so special about her?: Being a Betazoid-Vulcan hybrid means that telepathically she is off the charts, physically very strong, and very intelligent. Her mother is an ex-Starfleet officer which prompts Senya to join Starfleet in time to be classmates of Chakotay, LaForge and Riker. In the course of her career she serves on the USS Enterprise under Picard, USS Sabre under her aunt Feryl, and on several covert exoanthropology missions before she finally commands her own ship.
Family: Setek (father), Skye Kor Von (mother), Seleste Nida Von (sister), Sypher Blythe Von (sister), Skon son of Sabek (bond-mate/husband), Feryal Tol Karna (maternal aunt)
I take credit for none of the artwork except the little Senya, which I made on an online doll maker forever ago.
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Leap 016 - Landingfeld, Oregon
Genre of Story: SciFi
Describe the Place in Your Own Words: Rather unassuming place on the surface, everyone assumes Landingfeld is for military exercises and views any activity with smug ignorance. Little do the inhabitants of nearby Primquies know that the vast plains, marked intermittently with white paint into parking lots and runways, hide a vast underground hub of activity. Because of it's proximity to the Idaho border there is little rain, few clouds, and many clear nights, granting visibility to inhabitants and visitors alike.
What Happens at this Place in the Story?: This is where our hero learns about the three worlds: ours, a world much smaller in scale (Aliq), and one much larger (Ample). Afterall, why not learn about it in the place where they all come together?
What's a Day Like Here? This is the Grand Central Station of interplanetary/inter-dimensional travel. What do you think? Busy! People of all sizes coming and going, making and renegotiating deals.
Who lost the bag? Mary Littleglove, Trade Ambassador from the Ample people. Notice that it is the width of a semi truck parking place.
Prompt from: http://characteraday.livejournal.com/474412.html
Friday, September 16, 2011
Leap 015 - Graceful Dancers Redux
Graceful Dancers
Graceful dancers,
I am clumsy in Oxfords.
Little birds,
I cannot fly.
I can sing;
But I am no Prima Donna .
I can think;
But I am not Aristotle.
I can dance;
But I am no ballerina.
I have a pen;
But I cannot write.
I wrote the original version of this poem May 2006 in my Creative Writing Class and I feel it expresses my frustration nicely. Then and now I see people around me who excel at things all their own. I have talent in many areas but none that I myself excel in. I'm an artistic jack of all trades. The first four lines didn't fit with the rest of the poem. They still don't flow as they ought to but it's better than it was.
Graceful dancers,
I am clumsy in Oxfords.
Little birds,
I cannot fly.
I can sing;
But I am no Prima Donna .
I can think;
But I am not Aristotle.
I can dance;
But I am no ballerina.
I have a pen;
But I cannot write.
I wrote the original version of this poem May 2006 in my Creative Writing Class and I feel it expresses my frustration nicely. Then and now I see people around me who excel at things all their own. I have talent in many areas but none that I myself excel in. I'm an artistic jack of all trades. The first four lines didn't fit with the rest of the poem. They still don't flow as they ought to but it's better than it was.
Henceforth
So, I realized that I was going about this all willy-nilly, that I had no plan. I considered several options and finally settled on this weekly outline. I reserve the right to change my mind (I am female after all) but I'm going to give this a try.
Musical Monday
On Mondays I will put my music library on random and what ever song comes up first is it! I can chose to base my Leap on the title, lyrics or both.
Tag Tuesday
A set time to work on or share the Tag that Cat and I are working on. That's a picture of my character, Joanna Capall.
Character Prompt Wednesday
I like Character a Day prompts so ... I'll do a character a week.
Anything Can Happen Thursday
Inspired by the awesomeness that is Sheldon Cooper. A day to do whatever I so please! This is about me after all. :) But you get a say too, is there anything you'd like me to write about? Let met know!
Poetic Friday
I promise to try and mix up the poem types. It can't all be acrostic, villanelle or organic. :) I may even attempt another sonnet just for you folks.
Prompted Saturday
I'll use an item/scene/location prompt from CAD or one from the writing books I have. Simple enough ... one would think.
Established Sunday
And Sunday I will work on one of my handful of established works-in-progress: Senya, Rayella McGinty and Alloria Martin.
Musical Monday
On Mondays I will put my music library on random and what ever song comes up first is it! I can chose to base my Leap on the title, lyrics or both.
Tag Tuesday
A set time to work on or share the Tag that Cat and I are working on. That's a picture of my character, Joanna Capall.
Character Prompt Wednesday
I like Character a Day prompts so ... I'll do a character a week.
Anything Can Happen Thursday
Inspired by the awesomeness that is Sheldon Cooper. A day to do whatever I so please! This is about me after all. :) But you get a say too, is there anything you'd like me to write about? Let met know!
Poetic Friday
I promise to try and mix up the poem types. It can't all be acrostic, villanelle or organic. :) I may even attempt another sonnet just for you folks.
I'll use an item/scene/location prompt from CAD or one from the writing books I have. Simple enough ... one would think.
Established Sunday
And Sunday I will work on one of my handful of established works-in-progress: Senya, Rayella McGinty and Alloria Martin.
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