insecure writers Support Group February addition '13

So I forgot about IWSG yesterday. My life has been a general miss mash of crazy, and not the fun crazy that is a confetti cake with rainbow sprinkles, the other kind of crazy.

Needless to say that has effected my writing. as one friend said this week, "I've never seen you so shaken." And he was right. when it came to confidence about anything in life I was in desperate need of Maria to show up singing "I have confidence," and "favorite things." generally I should have called up my good friend J.J. and borrowed the sound of music.

So insecure writer's support group, I am probably in massive need of support this week. life's been a roller coaster that I am not convinced is safe or finished. Up until a few days ago I was pretty sure the bottom was about to drop out at any minuet. (any one who's been on a roller coaster with me can imagine how scary this metaphor is for me.)

the good news is that the crazy, at least the creepy clown with a knife crazy, may be passing, leaving me with the good only crazy confetti cake covered in rainbow sprinkles.

Here is my advice. when you are feeling down, when the world is turning upside down, and you've realized that the roller coaster tracks are going to drop out from underneath you, find your friends. you have friends because they think you are a pretty cool person. otherwise they wouldn't be you friends. grab one or two that you can trust and pour your insecurities out to them with a bottle of American honey.









oh and here is a little Maria to help everyone to remember that there are things we can have confidence in.

Hunger Games chapters 10-14

I finished reading The Hunger Games for a while now. As I was reading I took several notes and wrote out my thoughts through reading. I'm going to post them for the next couple of days, then maybe write up a bit of an essay, I am very interested by the way the tributes are treated and what the names given to the tributes who are named could be saying in the background noise of Katness's personal point of view. On to my thoughts of Chapters 10-14:

1. I like this section, or I did before I decided that maybe the world should have ended.

2. the whole thing with the interviews was kind of cool I mean it is basically a critic the glamor and glitz of Hollywood. and the irony of the first person Katness kills who has a name is Glimmer is not lost on me. I think it is interesting that we see though Glimmer's death the stripping away of the glamor of the games.

3. I like Peeta, the whole thing is pretty obvious that he is working to help Katness from the start, but what I really like is what he says to Katness on the roof the night before they head off to be slaughtered. It tells me that he wants to play by his rules. he knows what the games are and he doesn't want to be their pawn. it is interesting and I wonder how many tributes have tried to defy capitol with their deaths.

4. On that line I can't help but wonder about everything that went into the cultural acceptance of the Hunger Games. how beaten was the first generation that sent their children to kill and be killed? has there ever been a parent who has attempted to defy Capitol? Has a tribute ever taken their own life?

5. I wonder about the other tributes, we know so little about them. there are 24 of them but only 8 are given identifiers that are not their district numbers. I would love to have a small glance into their lives who they were what their thoughts were and what they left behind.

Well that is everything. God Speed and Open Roads. 

The Middleton twins.

So my friend and cousin Darci Cole has hit 100 followers on her blog. To celibrate she is having a thing at her blog. She gave a nice little photo prompt and now to win the prize you have to write a short story (300-500) words. So here is mine about two twin sisters who happen to fight things that go bump in the night. (see if you can guess which fairy tale heroines these girls are based off of. ;)

The fog was thick that night, and Temperance and Prudence Middleton were walking down an old road, sight by side flashlights piercing the blanket of fog. The lights looked like the eyes of some great daemon. "are you sure this is the right road?" asked Prudence.

"I've told you one hundred times," said Temperance shining her light into the tree line, "It's this road, The hand of Vecna is here." Prudence and Temperance had the same build and the same dark blue eyes but that was where the resemblance stopped. Temperance had pale alabaster skin and raven black hair, while Prudence's complexion was rosy and had wild red hair.

"And what kind of things are we going to be up against?"Prudence pulled out her gun and shone her flash light so she could see if she needed to shoot.  

"Ghouls mostly," answered Temperance.

"Is it going to be an actual hand?"

"No it was part of a statute." they continued walking, keeping a watchful eye at the treeline.

"So Temp, here's what I don't get." said Prudence, "why would the hand just be laying here, I mean why isn't it in some Necromancer's collection?"

"Shshshshs." Temperance waved her hand, "Do you hear that?"

They listened, very quietly they heard a voice chanting.

Prudence nodded, "Lights out." they quietly walked towards the voice and it wasn't long before they saw the green light that identified the necromancer's magic. as they walked farther they could see the necromancer and several ghouls silhouetted by the fire. Temperance pulled out her bag of salt and walked to a better position as Prudence aimed her gun at the necromancer. Time slowed as they prepared to attack. Temperance started by throwing salt at the ghouls on one side of the fire. They shreeked against the pain and the spell was broken. Prudence shot the necromancer. He slumped and landed in the fire.

Prudence ran to get to her sister's side. Temperance was fighting off several of the ghouls Showering them with holy water and blessed salt. Prudence shot several of the rest of them.  Soon the ghouls were dead or retreating.  "okay," said Prudence, "where's the hand."

The necromancer stood in the fire, around his neck was the stone relic. He laughed at them. Prudence aimed her gun at him and shot three times. He continued to laugh. Temperance threw holy water at him. It evaporated before it could get near him. The necromancer held up his hand and pulled it down. The air exploded and the girls were thrown back.

When Temperance came to she saw that the fire was out and the necromancer was gone. coughed and slowly stood up, "Prue?" she asked.

"Yeah?"

"you okay?"

Prudence carefully stood, "I think so." she brushed herself off. "did he get away?"

"Yeah,

"That sucks"

"I guess we wait for him to show up again." Temperance turned on her flashlight, "let's go home."