Now, since I've been thinking about Beauty is Blind a lot, I find myself not turning on the lights when I go to the bathroom or enter my room. Or I close my eyes when I'm at home and walk around. Just to get into Calista's shoes.
We just got back from a road trip to my grandma's cabin- so first stop is by defult, the bathroom. So yeah...there I am in a dark bathroom, with the door closed and peeing, and my poor brother's so confused because he hears someone in there...but the light's off!
Ah, the dangers of writing first person stories from a blind girl's point of view.
I'm going to try to do Camp NaNoWriMo again- I realized that I have been doing the work of 3 and the fact that I made it almost half way's a big achievement. At least for a musical.
Need to apply for colleges (St. Ben's, Concordia, and Coe) *groan*
Need to find a job. *groan*
But I took senior pictures this weekend- they turned out pretty good- will be posting them soon.
Umm, have had a lot of weird moments with Calista lately. Writers, do you ever feel like your characters are talking to you? Like, literally?
Once, you may remember this because I blogged about it, I was working on a scene where Calista was locked in a cellar and had just come to and was trying to figure stuff out. Then it started raining and I got the idea for Storm Children (Ciro, Elysia, Ferren, and Rain) So I abandoned poor Calista in Julian's cellar and worked with Rain and the gang for a while, nurturing a new story.
The next night, I went back to Beauty is Blind and Calista was none too happy with me for leaving her locked in a cellar. I could've sworn the conversation went like this: (all in my crazy little mind)
Me: Hey, Calista, I'm back.
Calista: It's about time!
Me: What? What did I do?
Calista: You left me locked in cellar, that's what! (she continues to rant and rave for a while)
Me: (thinking) maybe I should let you get angry more often...
And this morning, I'm trying to pay attention in church and the climax scene is stuck in my head. It involves Calista accidentally falling into a body of water. (She's terrified of water- she almost drowned in a watering hole when she was little, but Aurelia saved her. She's been deathly afraid of it ever since. There's water separating her from Damien in the climax) Anyway, she takes a step, (this is all slow-mo in my head) Briony tries to warn her, but it's too late. Calista goes splashing in the water, confusion all around. She panics...
I try to pay attention to church... but then I think of what happened the last time I left Calista in a precarious position... so I resolve to finish the scene... but I can't. Yeah. I think I tried to apologize to her. Called her Callie, and she wasn't too fond of that nickname. Yeah.
((okay, done being insane))
And my brother (Lee) put his shirt in the freezer before he left. He's now wearing it. Weirdo.
gotta go. bye!
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Sunday, July 22, 2012
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Story Epiphanies and Frustration
At the moment, I should not be on the computer, being that my room is not clean. But I am on the computer because I have to re-sync my iPod. "Why?" you might ask, "Why, Haili, must you re-sync your iPod?" Because, oh curious blog reader of mine, my younger brothers though it was perfectly acceptable to take my iPod, erase it of my music (ALL of it) and sync it with whatever was in their wimpy iTunes library. (which was sample music...)
Now, if you don't know my brothers, you won't know that they have sticky fingers and are always getting in trouble for stealing everything from my dad's sugar (he's diabetic, so when he needs it, he needs it.) to taking my sister's and my Easter candy. You also will not know that I am the ONLY person in my house that owns an iPod of any sort (mine's a 4th gen iPod nano that I won in a drawing at Winterblast in 8th grade, a few days after my birthday). Come to think of it, I'm the only person who own anything made by Apple. My siblings have MP3 players, but they're all the same, so it's easy to see why they might take Elli's "on accident" And Elli and my brothers each got a mini DVD player (the boys share) and they're exactly the same. Elli put some kitten stickers on hers and the boys have foil stars on theirs. But they got theirs taken away and have stolen Elli's several times. (Elli bought it with her allowance money, after the few weeks that we had allowances).
So, anyway, there I was, cleaning my room like a good daughter, and after finally getting my iPod boombox to work and failing to get Air1 to come in on the radio, I decided to find my iPod, which I had recently recovered from the boys, and put in some tunes. Imagine my surprise when some Willie Nelson song comes on and all my playlists,(including a high-energy one that inspired last year's NaNoWriMo) are gone. Let's just say I was not happy. And a few less- than- savory words escaped my mouth.
But... I fixed it. I can fix anything, right? Right.
On to happier things. After seeing the Avengers with my family (because it was a rainy day) we went to drop off a dresser at Salvation Army and my dad wanted to find some short sleeved dress shirts, so we went in. That place is HUGE!! I love consignment stores, so I had a hayday. I only found four things- a pretty gold headband that I am currently wearing, an orange shirt with pretty little flowers on it, a brown/tan shirt with blue flowers on it, and my mom found a really pretty pair of heels that matches it exactly. I'm wearing those and my jean skirt to church tomorrow... all of this for like $12.
Also, had a major story breakthrough on the Storm Children front. While cleaning my room, (go figure) I found an old school library book of Elli's about fairy tales and proceeded to read it. I came upon the last story, The Snow Queen, and remembered my attempt at retelling this fascinating fairy tale. Then I realized- my storm children! I renamed Rain Vallisri to Rain Gerdasri (ger DA sri) and made her into the Gerda character. I made Ciro (wind) visible and gave him a last name, Ciro Kayten. He's the Kay character. I made Ferren Thorling (thunder) into the "Robber Girl" character (only he's a boy...) and had Elysia (lightning) be another girl the old lady at the beginning of the story has under her spell. She and Rain escape together and Elysia helps Rain find Ciro.
Rain's still a gypsy girl, taken in by Ciro's mountain dwelling family after her parents are killed by the townspeople. When Ciro goes missing/is kidnapped by the Snow Queen, Rain decides to repay the debt to Ciro's family by saving her best friend. In the tale, Gerda often speaks to the river. I may give Rain the power of water-speaking (to borrow a phrase from Shannon Hale, another retold fairy tale author). And the other children similar powers. Of course the Snow Queen and Rain's battle shall be interesting... cold and water...hmm...
gotta go- more later.
Now, if you don't know my brothers, you won't know that they have sticky fingers and are always getting in trouble for stealing everything from my dad's sugar (he's diabetic, so when he needs it, he needs it.) to taking my sister's and my Easter candy. You also will not know that I am the ONLY person in my house that owns an iPod of any sort (mine's a 4th gen iPod nano that I won in a drawing at Winterblast in 8th grade, a few days after my birthday). Come to think of it, I'm the only person who own anything made by Apple. My siblings have MP3 players, but they're all the same, so it's easy to see why they might take Elli's "on accident" And Elli and my brothers each got a mini DVD player (the boys share) and they're exactly the same. Elli put some kitten stickers on hers and the boys have foil stars on theirs. But they got theirs taken away and have stolen Elli's several times. (Elli bought it with her allowance money, after the few weeks that we had allowances).
So, anyway, there I was, cleaning my room like a good daughter, and after finally getting my iPod boombox to work and failing to get Air1 to come in on the radio, I decided to find my iPod, which I had recently recovered from the boys, and put in some tunes. Imagine my surprise when some Willie Nelson song comes on and all my playlists,(including a high-energy one that inspired last year's NaNoWriMo) are gone. Let's just say I was not happy. And a few less- than- savory words escaped my mouth.
But... I fixed it. I can fix anything, right? Right.
On to happier things. After seeing the Avengers with my family (because it was a rainy day) we went to drop off a dresser at Salvation Army and my dad wanted to find some short sleeved dress shirts, so we went in. That place is HUGE!! I love consignment stores, so I had a hayday. I only found four things- a pretty gold headband that I am currently wearing, an orange shirt with pretty little flowers on it, a brown/tan shirt with blue flowers on it, and my mom found a really pretty pair of heels that matches it exactly. I'm wearing those and my jean skirt to church tomorrow... all of this for like $12.
Also, had a major story breakthrough on the Storm Children front. While cleaning my room, (go figure) I found an old school library book of Elli's about fairy tales and proceeded to read it. I came upon the last story, The Snow Queen, and remembered my attempt at retelling this fascinating fairy tale. Then I realized- my storm children! I renamed Rain Vallisri to Rain Gerdasri (ger DA sri) and made her into the Gerda character. I made Ciro (wind) visible and gave him a last name, Ciro Kayten. He's the Kay character. I made Ferren Thorling (thunder) into the "Robber Girl" character (only he's a boy...) and had Elysia (lightning) be another girl the old lady at the beginning of the story has under her spell. She and Rain escape together and Elysia helps Rain find Ciro.
Rain's still a gypsy girl, taken in by Ciro's mountain dwelling family after her parents are killed by the townspeople. When Ciro goes missing/is kidnapped by the Snow Queen, Rain decides to repay the debt to Ciro's family by saving her best friend. In the tale, Gerda often speaks to the river. I may give Rain the power of water-speaking (to borrow a phrase from Shannon Hale, another retold fairy tale author). And the other children similar powers. Of course the Snow Queen and Rain's battle shall be interesting... cold and water...hmm...
gotta go- more later.
Thursday, May 24, 2012
My Hunger Games Review and Stormy Stories
So last night, I finished the last Hunger Games book. I have to say, I liked them. They were certainly better than Twilight. (Okay, I can't judge fairly since I haven't read Twilight and I'm not going to unless someone comes up with a really good argument) I'm just not the type of girl who likes to read straight romance novels. It's like drinking maple syrup. I do, however, love it when romance comes into play in a novel in a significant way, so long as the book still has some semblance of a plot if the romance component were removed.
So, Hunger Games, yes, you were good. And yes, I read you very quickly, so you weren't a drag. Story line was good, and now I finally understand all these Hunger Games things I see on the internet. Was it worth my time? Yes. Were they good books? Yes. Great, even. Would I read them again? Probably. Will I become a screaming fangirl? Most likely not.
Though this picture made me laugh so hard last night...
((URG, can't find it... I'll edit this later when and if I find it... you'll just have to wait in suspense until then...MWHAHAHA!!))
Last night it stormed, as it did all of today, and I couldn't sleep and being the girl I am, I came up with yet another story idea- Storm Children. Four kids are born on the same night during a vicious storm. Elysia, the child of lightning, Farren, the son of thunder, Raina "Rain" (guess...) and Ciro, our narrator, the son of wind.
Rain is the daughter of a gypsy woman and is born outdoors in the pouring rain. Hence, her name.
Elysia is born as lighting strikes, illuminating her home as if it were day. I can't remember who her parents were.
The next town over, Farren is born a few minutes later, his first cries drowned out by the sound of thunder. Can't remember his family status either, only that he ends up movie to Elysia's village, or maybe it was the other way around.
Ciro is the most interesting. His first breath is stolen by the wind and somehow he is carried away and taken by the wind, becoming the wind in a way. Ciro's a bit of an invisible ghost. At this point. He finds his way to Elysia and Ferren's village, as does Rain. Something happens. I have no plot at this point. But I like the idea of a story that addresses an issue with society; having it set in a dystopian society, like the Hunger Games or Birthmarked. Like I said, this was 11 o clock last night...
The most interesting thing about Storm Children is that I'm planning to write it in 2nd person present tense. As in, "The moment you drew your first breath, the Wind itself stole it away from you. You hear your mother screaming, "Ciro! Ciro!" But there's nothing you can do..." (the YOU narrator being Ciro, if that wasn't obvious enough.) For the times Ciro's not there, I'll use 3rd person... just an idea. I'm crazy.
Oh, looking at colleges and I think I found one- Concordia College at Moorhead! so... I'm happy again. okay... gonna go play Jewel Craft... I mean, clean my room... ;)
So, Hunger Games, yes, you were good. And yes, I read you very quickly, so you weren't a drag. Story line was good, and now I finally understand all these Hunger Games things I see on the internet. Was it worth my time? Yes. Were they good books? Yes. Great, even. Would I read them again? Probably. Will I become a screaming fangirl? Most likely not.
Though this picture made me laugh so hard last night...
((URG, can't find it... I'll edit this later when and if I find it... you'll just have to wait in suspense until then...MWHAHAHA!!))
Last night it stormed, as it did all of today, and I couldn't sleep and being the girl I am, I came up with yet another story idea- Storm Children. Four kids are born on the same night during a vicious storm. Elysia, the child of lightning, Farren, the son of thunder, Raina "Rain" (guess...) and Ciro, our narrator, the son of wind.
Rain is the daughter of a gypsy woman and is born outdoors in the pouring rain. Hence, her name.
Elysia is born as lighting strikes, illuminating her home as if it were day. I can't remember who her parents were.
The next town over, Farren is born a few minutes later, his first cries drowned out by the sound of thunder. Can't remember his family status either, only that he ends up movie to Elysia's village, or maybe it was the other way around.
Ciro is the most interesting. His first breath is stolen by the wind and somehow he is carried away and taken by the wind, becoming the wind in a way. Ciro's a bit of an invisible ghost. At this point. He finds his way to Elysia and Ferren's village, as does Rain. Something happens. I have no plot at this point. But I like the idea of a story that addresses an issue with society; having it set in a dystopian society, like the Hunger Games or Birthmarked. Like I said, this was 11 o clock last night...
The most interesting thing about Storm Children is that I'm planning to write it in 2nd person present tense. As in, "The moment you drew your first breath, the Wind itself stole it away from you. You hear your mother screaming, "Ciro! Ciro!" But there's nothing you can do..." (the YOU narrator being Ciro, if that wasn't obvious enough.) For the times Ciro's not there, I'll use 3rd person... just an idea. I'm crazy.
Oh, looking at colleges and I think I found one- Concordia College at Moorhead! so... I'm happy again. okay... gonna go play Jewel Craft... I mean, clean my room... ;)
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Poems
"Storm Child"
by Haili G
The smell of rain in the air bathing your body
The heaviness of gray clouds pregnant with water
The heat of the day and the tension in the sky
This is the birth of the storm child
The Child of thunder, child of storms
The Child of wind, the child of rain
Booming, raging, howling, pouring
The Child of sleet, child of snow
The Child of lightning, the child of hail
Falling, blowing, striking, pounding
Child of hurricanes, of waves and seas
Child of tornados, of dust and debris
Circling, crashing, cycling, coalescing
This is the Child of the Storm
"The Color of Sound"
by Haili G
Listen. Can you hear the colors singing?
Can you hear them calling?
The soft pink of the flute
The dark blue of the clarinet
The bright red of the trumpet
The purple majesty of the horn
The deep brown of the tuba
The orange of the saxophone
The yellow of the bright whistle
Can you hear the colors?
Sniff. Can you smell the colors’ perfume?
Can you find their soft scent?
The pink smell of roses
The blue smell of the lake
The red scent blood
The purple smell of old precious things
The gray smell of rain
The green smell of new growing things
The yellow smell of all things clean and lemony
Can you smell the colors?
Taste. Can you lick the colors?
Can you tell what they taste like?
The pink of frosting and marshmallow fondant, and all things soft and fluffy
The blue taste of refreshing mint
The red taste of anything hot and spicy
The purple taste of chocolate and fruit
The pure white taste of eggs and meringue
The orange taste of citrus on a hot day
The yellow taste of rainbow sherbet
Can you taste the colors?
Touch. Can you feel the colors?
Can you stroke them?
The pink of a soft newborn baby’s cheek
The sky blue of an old worn t shirt
The red of bricks and tiles, roasting in the sun
The purple of rich velvet
The white texture of silk and lace
The green of grass and fur
The brown of dirt and earth
Can you feel the colors?
They both need work. Any suggestions would be appreciated. Thanks!
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