Thursday, December 17, 2015
It’s only a couple of blocks between the hairdresser and our local Dollarama, so I set out, glad that I had decided to wear my sneakers even though snow was sticking to the balls of my shoes. There’s a street, a parkinglot, an alley, and another parkinglot I have to walk across before I can reach the store.
I set out, confidant I would get there gracefully and compitantly and within a reasonable amount of time. But I hit trouble once I reached the boundaries between the alley and the last parkinglot.
This parkinglot runs up beside the Dollarama and serves to be the dollar store’s parkinglot. There is only one way to get into this parkinglot on foot if you don’t want to risk walking on the side of the road and go the long way around because there’s a metal pole fence that runs the parimeter of the parkinglot. The entrance to this parkinglot is barely wide enough to drive a super-duty pick-up truck through.
When I reach this entrance with its empty sign holder (it was probably a grocery store in the past), a pick-up truck backs out of its parking space within the parklinglot. And to my right a jeep pulls off the road and onto the alley Im standing in. Now I’m holding up two vehicles, which are waiting for me to get out of the way.
I look down at the entrance way, remembering that this parkinglot is notorious for having pool-sized potholes in the summer (though I don’t know why, but it being unpaved and covered in gravel may have something to do with it). I note that there are two potholes sitting side-by-side.
I realize I have to make a decision, and fast. The pothole on the left is a massive crater, and coated with black ice, giving it the appearance of a pit that leads to oblivion. Or death. And I can’t go around it because the little bit of snow between it and the fence is too narrow for my feet, and its the same before the little bit of ground between the potholes.
Now, the pothole on the right was just as wide as the one on the left but not as deep and was covered in snow, not ice. And the ledge between it and the fence on its right was big enough for my feet, so I decided to pass through there.
But as soon as I stepped on that ledge, it was like I was standing on a finely polished skating rink, and I began to slip. I’m pretty sure that the show I gave the passengers and drivers of the two vehicles turned out to be something like this:
I was so embarressed! But then I started to smile after I walked into the store. Yay, for winter shinanigans! lol!
(Didn't go down, though. Never slipped like that in my life.)
Tuesday, December 15, 2015
I guess this could count as a movie for the Christmas Spirit Challenge I'm participating in this Christmas. Note to self: add "The Time of the Doctor" to 'Films I've Watched So Far' on my Christmas Spirit Challenge post.
Anyway, I have mixed feelings with this episode - not because it wasn't good. It was great, even! But "The Time of the Doctor" is the episode where we say goodbye to the 11th Doctor and say hello to the 12th (though we only see Peter Capaldi's Doctor for less than a minute before the episode cuts to credits).
Now, as a reminder, if you haven't watched "The Time of the Doctor" yet, I suggest you read no further. I don't want to spoil it for you!
This is a curious episode/movie/thing, whatever you want to call it. It opens with Clara Oswald (my favourite companion to date) ringing the doctor on his phone (which is located outside the TARDIS, in space) Apparently, her mother, father, and grandmother are coming over for Christmas dinner - and somehow, some way, Clara let it slip that she had a boyfriend (which she doesn't).
So in her panic, she calls up the Doctor, who's in space hovering above a strange planet surrounded by almost every alien the Doctor has had to face. (Okay, this makes this the second 2016 Sci-Fi Experiance appreciation post about a ton of aliens over a planet involving the Doctor in some way, lol).
The Doctor abandons his spot amongst all the alien ships and his TARDIS appears in the field next to Clara's apartment building.
And guess what? Clara's apartment building doesn't posess an elevator, meaning that whoever wants to visit her, or if she wants to go anywhere, they have to climb an almost never-ending staircase. And Clara's apartment is halfway up the building! I can just imagine the dread she must feel after every long school-day. Her feet may be sore and she is faced with having to climb all those stairs before she can have a chance to relax! I makes me grateful that I only have eight stairs to climb before I get to the back door of the house I'm in now.
This episode induced a lot of bittersweet feelings inside of me. There was humor and there was war. We learned that the planet he had been hovering over before Clara called him was, in fact, Trenzalore, the planet where Clara jumped into the Doctor's time stream and scattered herself all over time and space in order to protect him from the Inteligence, but way back in time before it was converted into a planet-sized graveyard.
And because the Doctor was there, defending the town called Christmas, Trenzalore probably never became that graveyard.
Points I liked about this episode:
- We got to see an almost fatherly-side of the Doctor because all the children in Christmas looked up to him.
- I got a chuckle out of the wooden cyberman with the flame-thrower strapped it its forearm. Well, that was smart - not. lol
- It tied up a lot of mysteries - we found out why the TARDIS suddenly exploded in "The Pandorica Opens"/"The Big Bang", where the Silence came from, and why Trenzalore was so important.
- I liked Handles, the cyberman head. Handles was the Doctor's closest "friend" for three hundred of the years he was on Trenzalore. He got to see one last sunrise and reminded the Doctor to patch the phone through the TARDIS' console before he finally died.
Points I didn't like about this episode:
- Seeing the 11th Doctor so close to death from old age. He was the first Doctor I was introduced to, so he was my favourite. Props to the makeup department for making the character's age look so real on the actor!
- The fact that the "Church of the Papal Mainframe" considered itself a church when all it seemed to be was a nudist colony ship that was militaristic in nature and used religious-themed codewords. They are also the Silence, and I never really liked the Silence anyway (since they were trying to kill the Doctor, caused Time to explode, and terrorised practically everyone since no one could see them and remember them once they looked away).
Other than that, is was a pretty good episode/movie. Now I can finally watch the escapades of the 12th Doctor!
Sunday, December 13, 2015
This is a short appreciation post for the two episodes I watched in the light of the 2016 Sci-Fi Experiance.
For the longest, longest time I wondered what was up with the episode "The Pandorica Opens". And for the longest time, I wondered why the Doctor kept calling Rory Williams "Rory the Roman". I finally got my answer last night.
Now, before you read any further, if you don't want to read any spoilers or if you haven't watched anything to do with the 11th Doctor yet, I would suggest you don't read any farther. After all, it's spoilers, sweetie.
"The Pandorica Opens" opens with Vincent Van Gogh writhing on the floor of his room, on death's door, screaming. Turns out, he had a dream where he saw the TARDIS exploding, heralding the end of reality. It both terrifies and confuses him. And he paints it as what seems to be his last painting. (I don't know very much about Van Gogh's role in the Whoniverse, honestly).
This episode was facinating, and together with "The Big Bang", paints a story of how they got Rory back after he fell out of the universe in a previous episode (which I must have skipped, because I have no recollection of Rory being erased from reality). One day, when me and my family have unlimited internet again, I am going to rewatch 11th's era again. Or, at least, I will watch the episodes I haven't watched yet.
"The Big Bang" explains how they fix reality after the TARDIS explodes. In "The Pandorica Opens", it showed how the Pandorica (I think it was the Pandorica) controled the numerous Roman soldiers which Rory had brought under Stonehenge (where the Pandorica was) and Rory as well, revealing that Rory and the Romans were actually plastic replicas of themselves and that they have guns in their hands. Guns in their hands.
The Pandorica manages to gain control of Rory and makes him shoot her with his hand-gun, so she dies. The Doctor's been locked in the Pandorica because, as it turns out, it was built to lock him away. But...well...if you've watched the episodes, you know how it turns out, and if you haven't...well - spoilers. If I told you the whole story, then you wouldn't want to watch it then, hmmm?
Points I liked about these two episodes:
- River Song managed to convince a whole leigon of Roman soldiers that she was Cleopatra (even though Cleopatra was dead by the time the majority of the first episode took place).
- The oldest words in the universe turned out to have been written by River Song. "Hello Sweetie".
- Turns out River Song and the Doctor can ride horses at a full-on gallop. Amy - not so much.
- I loved, loved, loved, loved the fact that Rory waited for Amy for 2000 years! The mythos built around him and the Pandorica was practically romantic!
Points I didn't like about these two episodes:
- The promotion of the Big Bang.
- How lonely Earth seemed without stars in the sky.
Tuesday, December 8, 2015
Recently, I have been sucked into the Sherlock fandom, though I've only watched the first three episodes and don't have the money to buy any more through the Google Play store on my phone. The only reason I think I caved and started watching the show was because I kept hearing that it was very well done, and that I heard that Steven Moffat had something to do with it. I like what Moffat did to Doctor Who, another one of my favourite shows, so curiosity eventually got the better of me, especially after I saw production photos of Sherlock and John Watson dressed up as their Victorian counterparts.
Anyway, I'm getting to my point. On Sherlock's website, http://www.thescienceofdeduction.co.uk/, based on the website Sherlock has on the show, the world's only consulting detective has been being plauged with hidden messages, two of which I couldn't even hope to answer despite the hints that were hidden in the message.
I was finally able to solve the third message, the most current one, which was comprised of a series of shapes and dots. This is where the Pigpen Cipher legend I have displayed on this post comes in.
Sunday, December 6, 2015
Saturday, December 5, 2015
Have you ever encountered one of those moments where you realized you've realized that you have made a terrible mistake?
I have. I experienced this less than hour ago when I stepped into a gas station and attempted to purchase a Google Play card and found that I had already depleted most of the money I had earned while Christmas shopping in the city. I didnt realize that they couldn't take the card back when my debit card declined the purchase.
Now the woman behind the counter had to pay for a card she probably can't use! I'm asking myself over and over about wht I had to go and try and buy that card. I can inlt pray for forgiveness and that the woman knows someone who can use the card!
I felt I had to write this down in order to get this off my chest. I feel like such a horrible person. What would you do if you were in my situation, where you have no cash, no credit card, and only a debit card that doesn't have enough money on it?
Thursday, November 26, 2015
For me, this year, I had planned my novel almost to months in advance while battling through Math 30 - which I was upgrading my math with (thank goodness I'm done with that). I thought I was ready to go and that I could handle a 40/50 year old protagonist who is also a captain and has family troubles concerning his daughter.
When I began to write, I quickly realized how unprepared I was for the story that was The Infinity Machine. I've struggled through the novel all month while juggling driving my brother to school - it's his first year in the private school since he was in Grade 1, and Mom's on painkillers for her knee so she isn't supposed to be driving - and helping around the house. I also promised myself that I would spend more time with my family, which means sitting down in the living room while writing (which is nigh impossible since the TV is almost constantly on with the news blaring about terrorist attacks and terrorist sightings. Do you know how distracting that is?), playing video games with my mother and brother (Donkey Kong Country: Tropical Freeze with Mom, Disney Infinity 3.0 with my brother), helping out with meals, and watching Dancing With the Stars (yayy! Bindi Irwin won!!!)
And it doesn't help that I've gotten hooked on BBC's Sherlock! Woe is me!
But I managed to write a total of 3,517 words, which, most of it, I did in the evening. I hope I can do so again tonight.
If anyone doing NaNoWriMo is reading this, I wish you Godspeed. Because if anyone is lagging like me, we need it. Time is obviously not on our side.
Sunday, November 22, 2015
It is hosted by The Christmas Spirit, and it runs from November 23rd to January 6 2016. Sign up here: http://truexmasspirit.blogspot.ca/2015/11/the-6th-annual-christmas-spirit-reading.html
The levels I'm going to compete in are:
Mistletoe and Fa La La La Films.
Books read so far:
Books I will read:
1) An Appalachian Christmas by Irene Brand
2) Once Upon A Christmas Eve by Anita Higman
Films watched so far:
Will You Merry Me?
Ice Sculpture Christmas
The Time of the Doctor
Saturday, November 21, 2015
Yes, I've finally gotten excited about college.
I began to research how the college I've chosen is run, and found out that, until I'm 22, I'd be forced to live on residence and share a room with a total stranger (at least, until I got to know them, then they wouldn't be a total stranger, lol).
I was okay with it, a little excited about it, and I had found the most awesome little mini-fridge that I could have in the dorm. I'd need the fridge, since the way I eat is really different from how most people around me and my family eat, and in the residence "guide book" it said I could have a fridge in case I "didn't want to get up for breakfast in the cafeteria". It sounded so interesting, and fun, even though I knew that I wouldn't be happy in the long run because I wouldn't be able to have as much as privacy as I want.
But then, last night, I realized one thing: the only pets the dorms would allow us to have is a fish in a tiny aquarium. That means that I wouldn't be able to bring Pebbles, even if I netted a private dorm for medical reasons.
I can't do that! Pebbles is my baby! She'd probably be ruined forever if I left her for the majority of two years! Two years is 14 years in the way a cat's body ages. If I left her behind with my parents, it'd be like I came back to vist relatives for short bursts every few years. To Pebbles it would be years between visits instead of weeks.
When I left to go visit family in BC back in 2012, I was gone for only just over a week, but Pebbles sat at my door and cried for most of the time I was gone. It broke my heart.
But since I can live off-campus with my grandmother as my "legal guardian", I bring Pebbles. I'm pretty sure Grandma is going to do just fine there, she'll probably make plenty of friends and my aunt, uncle, and cousin only live a few hours north.
I'm so excited!
Tuesday, November 17, 2015
Monday, November 16, 2015
What can I do? Well, I've decided to star rewriting By Diadem's Light between when I write bits for The Infinity Machine. I'm not going to let that Years Won/Done dot for this year stay blue this year. I want it to be purple! lol
Monday, October 19, 2015
Thursday, October 15, 2015
Friday, October 9, 2015
Friday, October 2, 2015
This came to mind when I was watching an episode of Remington Steele - "Steele Away With Me" I think - (warning: spoilers if you haven't watched the show yet!) where the female protagonist show took on the role of a rich, snobby party girl in order to get to a drug dealer/smuggler (can't remember which) in order to get the information she needed. She goes, in one scene, from wearing a dress that only goes to mid-thigh, to wearing a super-skin-tight bathing suit that bears all (!) basically in the next scene! I mean, the bathing suit had a high-collar, but it was see-through and it showed every curve.
This show is old, not really old, but not something you'd see a re-run of. Which brings up the question in my mind, "How will the world view my Private Investigator if she doesn't sleuth with sex and seduction in her repertoire???" I want to provide a clean mystery where my protagonist, Estelle Evans (no longer De Sauveterre), doesn't have to be immoral in order to get the information she wants. I want her to be the Nancy Drew for adults and older teenagers. But how?
Well, unfortunately, this is where I'll just have to test the waters, see where interests lie. Because I'm pretty sure that people will read a good story if its interesting enough. Not everything has to be a part of today's sex-culture.
Thursday, July 30, 2015
I'm so thrilled to have finished my manuscript!
Sunday, July 26, 2015
Saturday, July 25, 2015
Tuesday, July 14, 2015
But today, when I looked at my nails, what was left of the old white paint on my left middle finger instantly reminded me of a continent, and I suddenly found myself picking up my small sketch tablet so I could scribble it down, never wanting to forget it. (I'll have to take a picture of the boring outline of the continent and its island when I have the time.) This was one of the first times I had ever gained inspiration from my own person when I was examining how much nail polish I would have to remove before I could put some more on!
This little continent I've just invented will have to be stored for future reference, probably to be used in some sort of fantasy I might get to write in the future where the world it is on has scattered continents that look more like islands. I'm afraid I'll not be able to use it in this month's Camp NaNoWriMo. Ha.
Speaking of NaNoWriMo, here's my word count.
Word Count: 18 327
The Word Count I'm supposed to Have Today: 22 580 or higher
I can do this! I can ignore all distractions and plow ahead. I have another story calling my name, but I'm trying to resist its call, and my mother was filling my head with ideas of writing a novel to tie all the loose ends of The Pretender (a show my parents have gotten me hooked on that I'm nowhere near done watching) together, since the channel it was being aired on abruptly shut it down without giving the producers any chance to finish it so that they could go on to air JAG.
(Though, I can't be mad at the existence of JAG, though, because if there was no JAG, there would be no NCIS or NCIS:LA.)
There's a bunch of other things trying to pull my attention away from NaNoWriMo, but I will not let them! (lol)
Friday, July 10, 2015
Right now, I'm trying to write while also watching Stargate SG-1. I really shouldn't be distracting myself with watching TV. Ugh...
Current Word Count: 12 769
Word Count I Should Have Today: 16 129
Saturday, July 4, 2015
Such is the story of my life (thanks for the visual aid, Toothless).
I woke up this morning at 7:59, a minute before the time I had set my alarm to wake me up at. And for a while before that, I had been aware of my surroundings, even as my body slept on, meaning my brain was ready to go, ready to write, long before my body was.
And even when I managed to surface from the depths of sleep, it took me at least thirty minutes to keep my eyes from closing shut on me - thus, I didn't manage to leave my bed until almost nine in the morning. I was mad at that, but I wasn't allowed to dwell on it as I rushed to get my morning routine finished.
I searched through my closet for a light sweater, since mornings can still be a little chill here with the breeze and the almost dried-up dew on the grass (which reminds me, I really need to stop going on those walks without socks on - the grass and clover is long enough to cut at my ankles). On my walk it felt like there were lead weights tied to my arms and legs, and I ended up dragging my feet most of the way as I peered through the fog that clouded my mind. I really need to start going to bed earlier so that I can wake up earlier.
I didn't get to start writing today until it was after three in the afternoon, and thus have only written a few hundred words for my NaNoWriMo novel today. My current wordcount is 5,225, and according to my stats I need to reach 6,451 before midnight if I want to be able to finish the novel by the end of the month.
By the way, the novel is called "By Diadem's Light", and it's the first in a series of Science Fiction/Mystery novels I plan on writing. Right now, it feels like I'm rushing the story along, making the mistake of making my protagonist, Estelle Emperatriz Gael De Sauveterre (there is a reason why she has two middle names - the answer? her mother was a bit eccentric) start searching for answers to the mystery in chapter two - and chapter one wasn't very long! I my-as-well have started the mystery with the very first word of the first chapter! :P
But there are alway's rewrites!
Well, this post was meant to be a little update for whoever comes across this blog. I really should be getting back to writing.
Friday, July 3, 2015
The purpose of this blog is to talk about my books, review other's books and stories (I like to do that), and share things about my life, my likes and dislikes, and the recipies that I managed to create for all those Trim Healthy Mamas out there. I tend to be quite the social butterfly when I want to with those I know over the net, but I would like to just warn you that I am an INTROVERT and that means I'll be prone to "dropping off the face of the Earth" and not replying to messages until days after I get it.
Now that that's out of the way, I would like to just say welcome. Welcome to my blog. Thank you for finding it!
(and sorry! this post kind of turned into an introduction/biography of the blogger!)
I'm a inspiring writer who has participated in one November NaNoWriMo, tried to do a Camp NaNoWriMo this last April, but couldn't because I had to be rushed to the city for emergancy appendix removal - which ended up causing me to be stuck recovering all that month, and am currently participating in Camp NaNoWriMo July. :D I'm keeping up fairly well this time, thank goodness!
I'm an INFP (and sometimes a INFJ or a INTP) who lives in Canada and wishes to move to New Zealand where the Hobbits, wizards, Elves, and Dwarves live. Since the age of 12 I have written stories, becoming lost in worlds I created to the point that my mother had to, and continues to try to, pry me away from them. My genre interests in writing have slowly shifted from fantasy to science fiction, but that's only because a good fantasy book is hard to come by and I've been given a severe dose of something horrid called "reality". I'm considering writing fantasy thanks to fantastical elements like dragons and elves. Yes, Elrond, I'm coming.
My reading tastes have varied over the years, but I haven't read as much as I would have liked over the last few years. In the beginning, it was fantasies such as J.R.R. Tolkien's The Hobbit and C.S. Lewis' The Chronicles of Narnia (which my father gifted to me when I was in either grades 1, 2, or 3). I used to write about Hobbits and talking animals thanks to Tolkien and Lewis, and they still make me grin when I think about it (especially when I think about how I wrote about a girl named Jonquil who woke up on a Hobbit bed with her legs from the knee down hanging off the bed!).
This summer, after NaNoWriMo, I'm going to make myself devour books like I once did once more. I have the second book of the Realm Walkers trilogy (Two Renegade Realms by Donita K. Paul) waiting for me to read it as it sits on my shelf. Thankfully, I'm going camping the middle of this month, so I will have time to read. The Hobbit is also waiting to be read. It's almost like it 'calls' to me, whispering "Read me, Mikaela...read me! I miss you so much!" Well, I miss you too, you old book - even though I think I've read you at least seven times already.
Other books need to be read, as well, and I'm sure to visit Chapters/Indigo again in the near future. Such is the life of a writer/bookivore - lol.
Stay tuned for new updates! There are sure to be many!
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