tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40896412740283241092024-02-19T03:35:27.467-08:00DrunkenLilacsPlot together. Write together. Come in a package together.DrunkenLilacshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16170155991218831990noreply@blogger.comBlogger56125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089641274028324109.post-20995005291196292522010-03-30T15:46:00.000-07:002010-03-30T15:54:04.776-07:00Eenie Meenie; Which SNI Should I Write?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1bXIxIKbucyJgRQtZy04QvC7geKhwgmc-JRKNV6D76C22pIoEfRl13XGYnrOKL_RbWMyG7OZhHhhKUQI5cJDMrsy2S4qF2zanXgNktFv14dZHDp_mIv-7BzNW-lCJKsHlNzcQFN4jj_pr/s1600/typewriterA008blog-754097.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1bXIxIKbucyJgRQtZy04QvC7geKhwgmc-JRKNV6D76C22pIoEfRl13XGYnrOKL_RbWMyG7OZhHhhKUQI5cJDMrsy2S4qF2zanXgNktFv14dZHDp_mIv-7BzNW-lCJKsHlNzcQFN4jj_pr/s400/typewriterA008blog-754097.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454563950415727074" /></a><br />Well, I think we all have moments when we are working on a serious project, a tiny spark ignites in your head. Like a blister on your feet, at first, the symptoms are small, but overtime, they reach a size so big you can't even control yourself. And what do you do? You open that Microsoft Word document--the one that's fresh, new, and blank. Won't be blank for long, since you're punching those keys with your fingers. Soon, you have 1.2k worh of words, more than you'd written that day for your "serious" project; your supposed number one priority.<br /><br />Now not everyone struggles with this, but both my sister and I do. One moment, I'm writing something I think is going well, the next, my sister tells me what she's up to and I am suddenly inspired by some new idea. Some ideas are usually not better, however.<br /><br />Now I'm no expert at giving advice, let alone WRITING advice, but here are my two cents jus in case there are those who have this problem like we do: <br /><br />I believe there are pros and cons when it comes to a million SNIs in your hands. Leaving a WIP for a new SNI is a very risky thing to do (of course, you can always returnto your previous WIP, but it might be difficult to get the feel of that WIP back). On the other hand, you should try to see how the SNI works out because you never know, it might be the one. Also, I never believe writig something that doesn't work out is a waste of time; it's practice to help you get better. <br /><br />Having too many WIPs and SNIs can confuse you, so it might be best to keep a couple, maybe three or four at the most. But having a lot of SNIs can also be a good thing. If you are not taking one of the SNIs seriously, try to steal a scene/idea/quote/etc. From it and try to incorporate it into your main WIP.<br /><br />I always write my SNIs to get them ot of my head. Sometimes they don't. Sometimes they actualy stick around and become my main WIP, so I would recommend writing down your SNIs whether to wash them away from your system or just to see whether it works.<br /><br />However, the most difficult part about having so many SNIs and WIPs is figuring out which one to write at what time. The answer can be as simple as, "write the one you feel like writing". But I struggle with picking which one because I get excited over every one, and if I could, I'd write all of them at once.<br /><br />The best way to go by this is to write the WIP or SNI you believe in the most, which in a sense, the WIP or SNI you are feeling. <br /><br />So these are the procedures I follow when in doubt of which WIP or SNI to write. When in doubt, do not panic, just write what you want and feel like. Maybe overtime, one of your new SNIs become your number one priority when it comes to writing. <br /> DrunkenLilacshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16170155991218831990noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089641274028324109.post-56944886091511205762010-03-08T19:28:00.000-08:002010-03-08T19:40:34.986-08:00Teaser Tuesday - SLOW<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuVNwbJe-fGe9cPdgsz-4QChTFFbccsj2mv4HsLndsysTFCUzBdSYYAoy56RFsYm2WKuMsZqoNHqb-kHK4qMSKQPHhBRi_Q7Yaup569NFehDKI3_8Ywfq_E7gFaPn4AbP2h2uJr4RydZLA/s1600-h/My_Eye__D_by_Surfingstyle.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 351px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuVNwbJe-fGe9cPdgsz-4QChTFFbccsj2mv4HsLndsysTFCUzBdSYYAoy56RFsYm2WKuMsZqoNHqb-kHK4qMSKQPHhBRi_Q7Yaup569NFehDKI3_8Ywfq_E7gFaPn4AbP2h2uJr4RydZLA/s400/My_Eye__D_by_Surfingstyle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446473913154739490" /></a><br />Sorry we didn't post last week--caught in the IB Program acceptance and stuff. Anyways, here's a scene where Drew and the girl bond a little. And finally, we find out her name. Sort of. <br /><br />Long, so:<br /><br />"<span style="font-style:italic;">She has the most honest eyes I ever read."<br /><br />I'm standing by my window, enjoying my nightly cigarette (I found a pack under my books inside my bag) when the girl interrupts my thoughts. I don't know why I'm not complaining about her being on my bed, but I'm pretty sure it has something to do with her stubbornness. <br /><br />I flick some ash off the cigarette, its flakes falling into the snow below, and take a long drag before asking her what she means.<br />She examines a picture of me and Jo on the wall, the day we went to some shitty carnival a few blocks north from here in some huge empty lot. I remember feeling so far up, scoring someone like Jo, while Liam, sadly, had to accompany someone like Jess.<br /><br />Jess and Jo. The J Hotties. One classy, one trashy. <br /><br />"Let's ride the Ferris Wheel," I'd said, pointing at the rusty circle carrying zero passengers on its crates. Jess and Liam had jumped right on it, while I stayed with Jo as she hesitated. <br /><br />"I always hated those," she'd confessed, looking up at it with scared eyes. "There's a lot of ways you can kill yourself on that."<br /><br />"Jo," I'd hugged her. "It's always a good thing to face your fears." And then I promised her that I'd hold her hand and stare at her while we rode it. In the end, Jo faced her fears. It always did work out in the end with her.<br /><br />"I can see a lot in them," the girl finally answers. She points at the picture. "Her eyes. They're black, and the pupils even darker. That shows mystery, but it can also show integrity. The shape of them. Narrow. That shows confidence. Was she a swimmer?"<br />I almost dropped my cigarette out the window. "How'd you know that?"<br /><br />The girl smiles a secret smile. "Her eyes. The size of her whites are water blown."<br />I'm taken aback and decide to see for myself. So I flick my cigarette out the window and stride up to the picture. All I see are normal looking eyes. Beautiful normal looking eyes, but still ordinary. Something I wouldn't have been able to guess if I never met Jo. "Hm," I answer. "That's freaky."<br /><br />The girl fishes her hand inside one of the many chip bags inside my room. WIth the noise she's making, I'm still not one hundred percent sure about her being here.<br /><br />School's tomorrow. How do I keep her from wandering around the house?<br /><br />"Hey," I say. "We gotta talk about what happens tomorrow."<br /><br />She puts the Doritos in her mouth and chews. "What's tomorrow?"<br /><br />Like every single kid on the planet should, I roll my eyes. "I go to school."<br /><br />"School?" she asks. There's a hint of curiosity in her eyes that just gives her away. <br />She either doesn't know what the hell a school is or she's never attended one before. <br /><br />"You know, the shitty place they teach you stuff at?" <br /><br />I know she doesn’t understand, but she's making progress by nodding. <br /><br />"Anyways, we have to arrange somethin' so you don't wonder out of the house and get yourself killed."<br /><br />"I can take care of myself," she says. "I'm not stupid."<br /><br />There's a pinch of attitude in her voice that I don't like. "It's not about stupidity--" I'm about to call her by Jo's name when I realize the girl still hasn't told me hers. "Listen. I know you're shy and stuff, but it's gonna be pretty hard living with someone for four months without knowing their name."<br /><br />The girl sits up and shrugs. "I don't have one. I told you."<br /><br />See what I have to deal with?<br /><br />"Fuck it," I say, and start walking around my room.<br /><br />"What're you doing?"<br /><br />"You won't tell me your name," I answer her curtly, and start by looking through a stack of video games. "So I'll just give you one."<br /><br />"A name?"<br /><br />"I think that's what I just said." My hands sift through the piles. Bloody murder games, war games, Liam's perverted games, (Italian) gangster games--you name it. There's a lot of names to use. No need to research. No need to stress.<br />I pull out every name in every single fuckin' video game. "Alice?"<br /><br />Even I can tell it doesn’t fit the girl. She doesn’t seem interested, either. "Okay, too white. How about Jane?"<br /><br />The girl shakes her head. "I don't think I need a--"<br />"Briana?" I look her up and down fast, so I don't get caught up. "Kind of sounds black, but still too white. "Bridget? Too sexy."<br /><br />I go through this about a million times until I stumble upon Liam's ultimate video vixen crush. I laugh out loud as I pull it out. "There's no freakin' way, absolutely not."<br /><br />"What's wrong?"<br /><br />I flash her the case for Lara Croft. "Lara Croft. Tombraider. Old, sick video game. Ever heard of it?"<br /><br />Just like I expect, the girl shakes her head. "I like that name, though."<br /><br />"What'd you say?"<br /><br />"Lara. It's pretty."<br /><br />I almost say something stupid. "Lara…" I say, trying to feel the connection with the girl's face. I feel like some expert, looking at every corner of her face, matching it with the letters, the curve of her lips, trying to make sense of how it would sound coming out of them during an introduction.<br /><br />"Lara," she repeats. "My name's Lara."<br /><br />"Don't be so sure."<br /><br />"You gave me a name," her eyes are wide. "Now I have one."<br /><br />"You mean now I have a name to call you by," I correct her. "Lara obviously sounds better than your real name."<br /><br />She doesn't say anything. <br /><br />"So, tomorrow, Lara, you'll stay in this room by all means. That means no going downstairs, Ashley's room, or anybody else's room. Just here."<br /><br />She nods, then frowns. "But I'll be alone. I told you; things are out to get me."<br /><br />"Hey," I hold my hands out. "It's this or nothin'. I can't bring you to school. They'll annihilate you."<br /><br />I can imagine how Principal Digby would handle it. Rednecks and sticks.<br /><br />"You know what that means, right?"<br /><br />"They'll kill me," she says defensively.<br /><br />"Don't get defensive. It's the truth."<br /><br />She ignores me and angrily bundles herself inside the new white sheets. I can't see the hole behind her head, so I don't panic. But then again, it can leak through that thick hair of hers anytime in the middle of the night.<br /><br />"What're you doin'?" I ask rhetorically. "This is my bed. We made a bargain. I let you stay here, you let me have my bed."<br /><br />"You promised me you wouldn't leave me alone," she murmurs under the pillows. <br /><br />I snort. "Well, guess what? Life's a bitch, especially in Freedom. Now get off my bed."<br /><br />I wait three seconds and nothing moves.<br /><br />"Lara," I say, trying out her new name. "Don't make me--"<br /><br />"If you want the bed so bad, why don't you just get in here with me?"<br /><br />For a second, I almost do exactly that. If the invitation had come out of Jo, I'd jump right in. From Jess? Fifty-fifty, depends on my mood. But this girl? I actually had to think of the words. I had to know if she said it, really. Weird thing is, I don't feel disgusted. I just act like I do.<br /><br />I clap my hands quietly. "Smart, Lara, smart," I say bitterly. Sarcastic. "I know what you're tryin' to do here. Mess me up before tomorrow. Well, you know what, screw you. It's not gonna work."<br /><br />I stand there, waiting for a response or an apology, but there's nothing. Just breathing. I'm frustrated, but I don't make her know. It's because it's what she wants. Or at least what I think she wants.<br /><br />I flip her my birdie finger while I get ready for bed. I pull my shirt off and throw it onto her bed, hoping it makes the covers heavy so it could suffocate her. And then I plop down on the floor, thinking to myself why I agreed to this in the first place.<br /><br />She's black, a bitch, and completely worth killing. I have blood on my hands. I betrayed my own shitty town. For what? A girl who can't take anything thrown to her? <br />All because I'm crazy and I hear Jo's voice inside my head?<br /><br />I want this shit out of me. Just like I want Lara out of my town.<br /></span>DrunkenLilacshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16170155991218831990noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089641274028324109.post-3919265382793680072010-02-23T06:20:00.000-08:002010-02-27T22:06:25.741-08:00Teaser Tuesday - SLOW<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF-8TOooXrF8fBaxezjcVPdPcFzTVYjpriP6rmohLxjiYwwzf753XDVCMA9o69yiLX7pQSjRBgrOqA4RMcGUQy5rdXjmeySg1z5bstUEvLdXFoH9jIr6kr7AiHcWqR_eHjfKk3ZanRFc7v/s1600-h/alone__by_HolyAnna.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF-8TOooXrF8fBaxezjcVPdPcFzTVYjpriP6rmohLxjiYwwzf753XDVCMA9o69yiLX7pQSjRBgrOqA4RMcGUQy5rdXjmeySg1z5bstUEvLdXFoH9jIr6kr7AiHcWqR_eHjfKk3ZanRFc7v/s400/alone__by_HolyAnna.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441445727512873106" /></a><br />Hey, guys! Another Tuesday, another Teaser. I'll be reading everyone's as sson as I get home from school!<br /><br />Now, this is another teaser from SLOW, since Selena's still a bit self-conscious with sharing anything else from <span style="font-style:italic;">Brothers</span>. Last week, a caring side of Drew is shown. This week, it's a little different, because it sort of goes back to the past, but really in a dream. So this is the first of these kinds of dreams that Drew starts having--and he's starting to remember what could've happened to Jo.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Thanks for the comment guys!</span>DrunkenLilacshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16170155991218831990noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089641274028324109.post-75183298939079587092010-02-22T19:51:00.000-08:002010-02-22T20:16:51.870-08:00My Buried Life List (So far)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH25KjlmIkD4kQpL99jW6qJbt4mEnBeUASrZhs05aSFx7Qwd5c6_fIe2tbTjTbtzG6Uon9wIIUE4at6Adowxc4aYNuNkuOXyQUScvvuR5_pBPN2eeOvJb9djwRqR2EQqPYUeSAUpd6XnZW/s1600-h/Buried-Life-0533.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH25KjlmIkD4kQpL99jW6qJbt4mEnBeUASrZhs05aSFx7Qwd5c6_fIe2tbTjTbtzG6Uon9wIIUE4at6Adowxc4aYNuNkuOXyQUScvvuR5_pBPN2eeOvJb9djwRqR2EQqPYUeSAUpd6XnZW/s400/Buried-Life-0533.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441288068503471858" /></a><br />Okay, so, there's this show called the Buried Life that's inspired me in many ways, not just in life, but also my writing. After watching that show, my fuel to write just sort of bubbled a little more. There's so much inspiration that can come up in a less than thirty minutes, and when they put the sad music on it's just the best. It just shows everyone that nothing, NOTHING is impossible.<br /><br />So I made my own little list of what I want to do before I die, basically what the show's all about.<br /><br />In no order:<br /><br />* Kiss a shark<br />* Give a graduation speech at an Ivy League College (when I'm older, of course)<br />* Bathe in chocolate<br />* Be a part of an action movie<br />* Pull out 7 days worth of all-nighters (a week of no sleeping)<br />* Drink my first legal shot/glass/taste of alcohol <br />* Be in a music video<br />* Get my book published, and then some<br />* Go streaking<br />* Face my fear of heights<br />* Shoot a gun (at a dummy, of course)<br />* Run a six minute mile<br />* Go on a joy ride with my friends (I need a license first)<br />* Read every classic literature piece before I turn 30<br />* Go to Antarctica<br />* Hug a bear<br />* Meet Emeril<br />* Gather with all my childhood friends and play tag at a cemetery at night<br />* Try out for American Idol<br />* Write a song with lyrical genius Tom Delonge<br />* Join the Peace Corp<br />* Do a collaboration with all my favorite authors (once I'm published)<br />* Kiss a stranger<br />* Go cliffdiving off of some Australian cliffs<br />* Run around my neigborhood screaming "The world's gonna end!"<br />* Give Stephenie Meyer a copy of <a href=http:"//www.amazon.com/Nightlight-Parody-Harvard-Lampoon/dp/0307476103">Nightlight by the Harvard Lampoon</a><br />* Fall in love<br />* Save a life or many using my words<br />* Win the lottery and donat 50% of it to charities<br />* See a tiger give birth<br />* Jump in a moshpit<br />* Interview a racist<br />* Go to a heaven-looking rivefield I always dream about and just lay down<br />* Buy my mom a mansion<br />* and meet the Buried Life guys<br /><br /><br />What do you wanna do before you die?DrunkenLilacshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16170155991218831990noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089641274028324109.post-82528269275956746762010-02-17T22:23:00.001-08:002010-02-17T22:26:14.389-08:00I Might Sound Lame...But Woot! Andrew Garcia,<br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vSYAan63M7E&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vSYAan63M7E&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br />Alex Lambert, <br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2i3-lubGS2A&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2i3-lubGS2A&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br />and Tim Urban are on the Idol Top 24!!!<br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SlTRx_EjMc4&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SlTRx_EjMc4&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object>DrunkenLilacshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16170155991218831990noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089641274028324109.post-32221629723253832102010-02-16T06:10:00.000-08:002010-02-23T16:36:00.249-08:00Teaser Teaser Teaser - SLOW<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTve4JKAh3K6Atc0ZusL3D1UpEbF7t3bJsohtcKpDjru5o1F-gzZaC8RNk5AXMN5K4d307_jO3L7dNLm8b9715FtRsTs7VTaeIEmDpa9fS8-yeX64m8qkkTy0kzwVKHwvsiVSUKrVkkiX-/s1600-h/the_worst_photo_in_the_world_by_mcmikeyV.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTve4JKAh3K6Atc0ZusL3D1UpEbF7t3bJsohtcKpDjru5o1F-gzZaC8RNk5AXMN5K4d307_jO3L7dNLm8b9715FtRsTs7VTaeIEmDpa9fS8-yeX64m8qkkTy0kzwVKHwvsiVSUKrVkkiX-/s400/the_worst_photo_in_the_world_by_mcmikeyV.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438971189036950626" /></a><br />Alright, y'all. First off, we just wanna thank everyone who commented on our teaser last week, and just thank everyone who had time to read it, even though they couldn't comment. Thanks! <br /><br />This week, we have a teaser for Serena's SLOW. In the previous two teasers from this, MC Drew is introduced. Now, jumping ahead a little bit, Drew kind of shows a different side of him. Of course, to put all the pieces together, you'd actually have to read ALL of SLOW. But for right now, here's a little piece:<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Thanks for reading and commenting!</span>DrunkenLilacshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16170155991218831990noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089641274028324109.post-22261222591954490632010-02-12T09:58:00.000-08:002010-02-12T10:02:25.612-08:00Slow Cover Art<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilkaD2W_GlTS-CuItdnMpT_FUTDs1uKajHcleuN3-PeTxI_Q5xCIlcMocfmseBrjArN1QdkecAE5mk-nfSPJiic9Tbs2XgQaI1DfCGrryrlSabpc94MAo2Kwb9jjtIhtWxQLfU7lfJq59e/s1600-h/SLOWCOVER.png"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilkaD2W_GlTS-CuItdnMpT_FUTDs1uKajHcleuN3-PeTxI_Q5xCIlcMocfmseBrjArN1QdkecAE5mk-nfSPJiic9Tbs2XgQaI1DfCGrryrlSabpc94MAo2Kwb9jjtIhtWxQLfU7lfJq59e/s400/SLOWCOVER.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437418443070785458" /></a><br /><br />I've always loved covers with symbolism, and here, there's a lot. Maybe some of you can infer what the story's about...DrunkenLilacshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16170155991218831990noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089641274028324109.post-30126253132884390822010-02-09T10:16:00.000-08:002010-02-12T11:14:35.583-08:00Teaser Tuesday : BROTHERS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSbf65fWpdzPgVqz8qBaGNXHyLFTaQ80lyavOWTD1FScjq0Rl7w0zdqX4n-Uwz5DRRJo8_v2z7IhH4hqEOm3yTNStYHdGPYiixF9Q7aoSYnSrAOeV1HhmCKKJIe2iTbuAtazavjpkZd2Go/s1600-h/Twins_by_baranyai.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 303px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSbf65fWpdzPgVqz8qBaGNXHyLFTaQ80lyavOWTD1FScjq0Rl7w0zdqX4n-Uwz5DRRJo8_v2z7IhH4hqEOm3yTNStYHdGPYiixF9Q7aoSYnSrAOeV1HhmCKKJIe2iTbuAtazavjpkZd2Go/s400/Twins_by_baranyai.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436311482665944834" /></a><br /><br />So for the last two weeks, you guys have read from Serena's WIP SLOW. But this week, it's time for Selena's rough WIP entitled BROTHERS (for now :P) to be released in the world. It's still rough, however, because it's just something I started writing one day and it grew into something more. <br /><br />Brothers is about learning to be your own man and not always depending on the ones closest to you. It's about choosing between loyalty to your family, or saving yourself and getting everything you want. And of course, about the real bond twins have--the one everyone thinks is just a myth :D. <br /><br />Add in a mysterious book, a completely different territory on the other side of a river, a very different girl, a Local legend that just might repeat itself, and splashes of Native American Mythology, and this WIP is what it is. <br /><br />Anyways, back to the teaser. <br /><br />It's in a guy's point-of-view, and his name is Evan. :D<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Thanks for reading!<br /></span><br /><br />What do you think?DrunkenLilacshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16170155991218831990noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089641274028324109.post-74465992354744572002010-02-03T16:27:00.000-08:002010-02-03T17:39:09.381-08:00WIP Wednesday - SLOW premise and Trailer<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNmHPsLXe6PoRZD1uB41JBs22n53UdV_xGyHSmCnuNYlbfcTDLCMhshY1q_k-ZcawcbH8632A6q4G-ZY_5AwlHIAL2H20Vmap87TpnLoIy1ORRrNg4DnyYnARk_j9y8qTc0bKtWdqgYInt/s1600-h/tRiCkoRTrEaTsuRenderYRcandies_by_ni_ki_tas.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNmHPsLXe6PoRZD1uB41JBs22n53UdV_xGyHSmCnuNYlbfcTDLCMhshY1q_k-ZcawcbH8632A6q4G-ZY_5AwlHIAL2H20Vmap87TpnLoIy1ORRrNg4DnyYnARk_j9y8qTc0bKtWdqgYInt/s400/tRiCkoRTrEaTsuRenderYRcandies_by_ni_ki_tas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434193715399658370" /></a><br /><br />As promised (I think), we decided to be have a new blogging schedule. So far, we've schedule what's to be for Tuesdays and Wednesdays, and although that might not seem a lot for the hot-shot bloggers out there, it was an accomplishment to us :P. Anyways, this Wednesday, it's only appropriate to introduce my WIP, SLOW, to fellow bloggers out there. The teaser comments have been supportive and it's been great hearing--reading--them, since this is the first time I--Serena--'ve ever written something like this or close to it. <br /><br />SLOW is a story about a boy named Drew Prendergast, who just happens to be a real-life person that kind of inspired me to write this story. This WIP started out as nothing but a "I'm-going-to-pass-time-now-since-my-first-book-is-out-to-betas" *deep breath* thing, and the plot isn't half what it is now. I still remember. November 18th, 2009, and I really wanted something to do with snow, and I just wrote this endless thing. I kinda forgot about it the next day and left it there until the new year began, and my sister and I knew that we'd have to put GLACIALIS, our other project, away for awhile until we're ready to revise it again. <br /><br />All the while this is going on, the boy at school that's been my best friend (and crush, hehe) since last year, made a real derogatory remark that I took to the heart. It wasn't addressed to me, personally, but I knew it might as well be that way, because what he said, man it can be offensive to ANYBODY. For days, I asked myself if what he says is true. If he really meant it and if he did, would he be able to change. Being myself, I asked him a week later. His answer? Yeah, he meant what he said. But what shocked me about all that was the fact that he said it wasn't his fault. That whatever he thought came from his parents, and what they thought made him say those words. Again, being selfish, I told him he was stupid.<br /><br />We didn't talk for about two weeks. One horrible day, I went to my recycle bin (you know, the one on your computer)to retrieve some English homework I deleted by accident. There it was: the document, titled "slow" in small caps. My curiosity made me open it, and since I haven't seen it for so long, I thought to myself: <span style="font-style:italic;">did I plagiarize this? This does not sound like me.</span> But it was. And angry as I was, I knew I needed to write. SO I started writing. Named my nameless guy MC Drew because it sounds like a completely annoying boy name and pounded on my keyboard. I remembered everything my ex-guy-best-friend said and typed it all down in the point-of-view of this jerk MC, who's running away from something. <br /><br />And you know what? It felt good. Besides the fact that a few "from"'s were "forms" and "of"'s were "fo"'s, it read pretty well. I was happy by the end of the day, and forgot to retrieve my english homework. <br /><br />Ironically, the next day, jerk ex-guy-best-friend comes along to my table at lunch and starts yapping off an apology. He still stood by what he said, but he also admitted about his "mistake" of ignorantly saying it wasn't his fault. I told him that it wasn't, but he could change. And then a light bulb lit up right there and then. What if Drew had no choice? What if he had no choice but to HATE, or PERSECUTE those who were DIFFERENT? What if his entire freakin' town was home to the world's most close-minded, close-hearted people? Would he take the exact same step as ex-guy-best-friend who turns into now-best-guy-friend and invite me over to his house, even though his parents hate people of color?<br /><br />This got me thinking. What if the girl in my story is not only colored, but is also different? As in, not of this world different? What if she thinks Drew hates her for being out-of-this-world different, instead of just being colored? Get the gist?<br /><br />Then, the revamped SLOW is born. Drew is now not only running away from the truth (finding his girlfriend Jo's blood in Silver Creek, but no body), but also running away from what he might be feeling for this girl he found trying to jump off the exact same bridge Jo did. And then, like every story, there's a connection. The girl and Jo--very connected. Drew just doesn't know this--yet. <br /><br />Throw in a bunch of complications, mythological elements, self-transformation, and there you have it: a story that I really love writing. Hopefully, it'll sound better once it's done and collected and has a query or synopsis or whatever. <br /><br />As a closing note, I'll leave you with the cast pictures (how I picture them, at least) and the trailer :3<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcvFDFq_iWoBqSCEkDSq3kShdvFjUtbUiCmLsclwr92NcXN0lItmXXSca8KcE46t1xywVqTB20MieHO7R9UhH51aUyr9qEs6Cjnzn2ydJWTcqsY6X6m2UGQki8gTLqiPP9PLJc1IVgbJV_/s1600-h/Drew+Prendergast.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcvFDFq_iWoBqSCEkDSq3kShdvFjUtbUiCmLsclwr92NcXN0lItmXXSca8KcE46t1xywVqTB20MieHO7R9UhH51aUyr9qEs6Cjnzn2ydJWTcqsY6X6m2UGQki8gTLqiPP9PLJc1IVgbJV_/s320/Drew+Prendergast.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434187307628781330" /></a><br /><br />Drew Prendergast, 17, The life of the party until his girlfriend's blood is found in Silver Creek. No body, no goodbye. At least, that's what everyone thinks...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFdcehtwMYEF9HFzhbDpeSds_oD5uVdRR_T9CEXVgK_h1nbPvqClRgJNikjnElRvWhx9RVZ68j1a57m5j62S7Xtv4Q5kO0-i6L6Rr7cgIinXrtDbgJW-_YtaHi4T_czk8cJWk-MWIWBD95/s1600-h/liam+hawkes2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFdcehtwMYEF9HFzhbDpeSds_oD5uVdRR_T9CEXVgK_h1nbPvqClRgJNikjnElRvWhx9RVZ68j1a57m5j62S7Xtv4Q5kO0-i6L6Rr7cgIinXrtDbgJW-_YtaHi4T_czk8cJWk-MWIWBD95/s320/liam+hawkes2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434187975480981186" /></a><br /><br />Liam Hawk, 17, Drew's life-is-good best friend who constantly pushes Drew to move on by throwing girls like Jess Kensington on him.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqwNmGrWlLC_bTEcQ3ALLaYXTUjumv-Zw8WJ6TzRt0xudcx-XudFX0aNqZN_gKi8yJZjeBiET57VCNKQAtOmdgH3YJDPYp2QQD8GBHTMBhngNyon4G0fzj6K5ublSosOd4Kgk2_UqnxZZk/s1600-h/Girl.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqwNmGrWlLC_bTEcQ3ALLaYXTUjumv-Zw8WJ6TzRt0xudcx-XudFX0aNqZN_gKi8yJZjeBiET57VCNKQAtOmdgH3YJDPYp2QQD8GBHTMBhngNyon4G0fzj6K5ublSosOd4Kgk2_UqnxZZk/s320/Girl.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434188586173398578" /></a><br /><br />Girl, found by Drew trying to jump off the bridge. Jo's voice inside his head forced him to save her. Has no home, has no car, no phone number, total dinosaur. Now he's stuck with protecting her from the prejudice of Freedom.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnp9oBUo75A3Zp_tfjM4JJT_On-6dPb_3vN9gIF824LEri-H0t3idBx0pQdEFSrvbLlIkuN-7TXV6pb3nogCcekKEQV_ygxUm96p8BAySNEva7IG_fBkolqeaPdhyphenhyphenYq1K1_0uZcwzLPlzt/s1600-h/Jo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnp9oBUo75A3Zp_tfjM4JJT_On-6dPb_3vN9gIF824LEri-H0t3idBx0pQdEFSrvbLlIkuN-7TXV6pb3nogCcekKEQV_ygxUm96p8BAySNEva7IG_fBkolqeaPdhyphenhyphenYq1K1_0uZcwzLPlzt/s320/Jo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434189232048286162" /></a><br /><br />Jo, 18, Drew's dead(or is she?) girlfriend who he keeps hearing voices from and dreaming of.<br /><br />Now, the trailer:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yixg28QScPI&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yixg28QScPI&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Next Week: A teaser from Selena's WIP BROTHERS.DrunkenLilacshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16170155991218831990noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089641274028324109.post-50746036934710031082010-02-02T10:38:00.000-08:002010-02-03T17:54:59.537-08:00Teaser Tuesday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuc9Y6BHTD_5Nr2H6dfQ9T14M8xUMJGywc_kMCP76ameqM5W-uN4Fl3D2L4-orX5Ig6U4EYUJaYgJZcMDcTcKQCOOcoqhelx3UbhhOGi1VfriwO1xNWNDeOisFxIWdb83JPylA1z6xgBd3/s1600-h/Frozen_Blue_by_Darkdragonfly.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuc9Y6BHTD_5Nr2H6dfQ9T14M8xUMJGywc_kMCP76ameqM5W-uN4Fl3D2L4-orX5Ig6U4EYUJaYgJZcMDcTcKQCOOcoqhelx3UbhhOGi1VfriwO1xNWNDeOisFxIWdb83JPylA1z6xgBd3/s400/Frozen_Blue_by_Darkdragonfly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433728180123169858" /></a><br />Another teaser from SLOW this week, since it's gotten real positive comments last week. We'll post more about it soon (characters, plot, etc.) so you'll have a feel of where we're coming from with this. <br /><br />Backstory: Last teaser, Drew's sulking about his girlfriend Jo's death, and he sees something unbelievable. Well, he follows that figure when "she" runs away, and sees her again on the bridge (it used to be the Well, but I changed it back to bridge) Jo jumped off, about to do exactly what Jo did. And the setting is changed - from a South Carolina island summer to a Georgia winter - so it's a lot different.<br /><br />Now, just a warning, this might not be for the weak stomached. Drew is close-minded and really, really annoying, even to me, but as the story goes, he changes a lot, and in a good way. Here it goes:<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Thanks for reading, guys!</span>DrunkenLilacshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16170155991218831990noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089641274028324109.post-7937900526929233452010-01-26T06:35:00.000-08:002010-02-01T06:09:16.425-08:00Teaser TuesdayOkay. We know we've been sucking A LOT when it comes to posting, considering our last post was December 30th. Twenty-six days ago. Yeah. But we've been really busy and we're just trying to figure out what to do with our WIP's and stuff. <br /><br />But don't worry, to anyone who still follows here. Today we actually have something(YAY!). We're still working on Glacialis, so right now, we'll post something from a new WIP of Serena's temporarily called SLOW. <br /><br />It's about a close-minded boy. It's about a different kind of girl. And it shows what happens when you choose to make a difference rather than sticking to the status-quo. And of course, we can't write anything our genre yet, so there're a little bit of magical, mythological elements to it. We'll post more of it soon, along with Selena's WIP temporarily called WRITTEN.<br /><br />It's in the guy's point-of-view, and his name's Drew (it's kind of long and rough, so we apologize):<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Thanks for reading, guys!</span>DrunkenLilacshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16170155991218831990noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089641274028324109.post-42673526354571523952009-12-30T20:16:00.000-08:002009-12-30T21:01:12.895-08:00Top 5 Things that Kept Us Alive in 2009<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKBME2_o1QHxPzP9GCmHWUYJsJgvxb49jnrEiBhU6R_FmnSj676MXWCe3KapJ9x1Iiw3t0LN5IaEkp4P_hIK8izDpfGMf9px8wsyRtF89Pk7t4Uus1Hnxkhcm6NbXvzlzQICOTuzic_IXT/s1600-h/international_fireworks_2_b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKBME2_o1QHxPzP9GCmHWUYJsJgvxb49jnrEiBhU6R_FmnSj676MXWCe3KapJ9x1Iiw3t0LN5IaEkp4P_hIK8izDpfGMf9px8wsyRtF89Pk7t4Uus1Hnxkhcm6NbXvzlzQICOTuzic_IXT/s320/international_fireworks_2_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421252254584398002" /></a><br />Top 5 Things that Kept Us Alive in 2009<br /><br /><br />We should personally start off with a huge “Thanks” to everyone following our blog. When we started this, we never dreamed to have anything close to 19 followers. Yes, we know that doesn’t measure up to others who have fifty, one hundred, and even two hundred followers, but in a place where we only post Teaser Tuesdays, we think that 19 followers might just be too much. Seriously, we feel so horrible for having that much followers and nothing to post at all. But thank you so much to all of you. This is why our BLOGGER FOLLOWERS are runner ups to the TOP FIVE. If we hadn’t joined the blogging community, we wouldn’t have been able to procrastinate as much as we did in 2009. <br /><br />So on to the list. It means so much to us that we do this, because we wouldn’t be able to sleep if we didn’t. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><p style="font-size:xx-large;">5. Glacialis and Our Characters</p></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL_x8vNAk50YDzbq8foW9y0IGELoQXZlMoEfx8S3SSk45QU144IhjU2fXYZC-Fx0Xbsj4-mrcnpuZKNy5t2LDu9hKH4wio-LxoV2tDlZsyXbJEBNjEWvSBbJDja5WAqXokzYDNoU7b5ZId/s1600-h/dakota_fanning.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL_x8vNAk50YDzbq8foW9y0IGELoQXZlMoEfx8S3SSk45QU144IhjU2fXYZC-Fx0Xbsj4-mrcnpuZKNy5t2LDu9hKH4wio-LxoV2tDlZsyXbJEBNjEWvSBbJDja5WAqXokzYDNoU7b5ZId/s320/dakota_fanning.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421252554862162626" /></a>There’s always that time of day at school when we just want to drop to the floor and die. Oh, and there’s also that time when we just want to shut out completely out of this world. Not to mention all the times where we thought we weren’t good enough for anything. But all of you, our characters, the setting, and the plot itself, had brought us to the realization that you’re all alive inside of us, and even though it felt like you left sometimes, that you’ve always been with us. Special thanks to Mary and her voice, who never gave up trying to get her story out there. We’ve quit on you many times, but you fought to grasp our attention every time we ventured off. The first draft sucked, yes. The second draft was much better, and we even had feedback from some great people about it. But with those voices constantly nagging us to be better, the third draft shall be epic. The least we could do for our story and our characters is to get their message out there. And with them constantly pushing us, we think we just might. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><p style="font-size:xx-large;">4. Books and Authors</p></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikVHKeK8CS0SJ14Tadit02AGKtfcXY7jlEniEQ9HusPTG7bDdp403S5onnN8dAgVC3dQirv4gHerWOgyYkxERkDGUSlqtZGXPb7H83Ibve-D-uF1Ix4g4arYFDeEJaTW874cWvC81beq0H/s1600-h/beautifulcreatures.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikVHKeK8CS0SJ14Tadit02AGKtfcXY7jlEniEQ9HusPTG7bDdp403S5onnN8dAgVC3dQirv4gHerWOgyYkxERkDGUSlqtZGXPb7H83Ibve-D-uF1Ix4g4arYFDeEJaTW874cWvC81beq0H/s320/beautifulcreatures.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421253114626154594" /></a>Fahrenheit 451 is just about the scariest book we’d ever read. What kind of society keeps people from gaining knowledge through books. We’re the kind of people who dislike book abusers. We treat books like a mother would treat a baby, like seriously. Anyways, the point is, books should not be hated, but thanked for. Thank you to all the books that served as our writing bibles, pointed us in the direction of what people actually want to read, and entertained us for the most part. We don't have second thoughts when we buy books like we do when we shop for clothes and other things. That’s obviously a sign of dedication. We know we’ve read at least one hundred this year, but if we list them all, no one will end up finishing this post :P. So here’s a few: <span style="font-style:italic;">Shiver</span> by Maggie Stiefvater (for the steamy romance of Grace and Sam), <span style="font-style:italic;">Hush, Hush </span>by Becca Fitzpatrick (for igniting our love for bad boys), <span style="font-style:italic;">Cracked Up to Be</span> by Courtney Summers (for scaring the crap out of us with description of high school), <span style="font-style:italic;">Beautiful Creatures</span> by Margaret Stohl and Kami Garcia (for turning the tables and having a boy narrate a paranormal romance), <span style="font-style:italic;">Bleeding Violet</span> by Dia Reeves (for introducing something new to the market), <span style="font-style:italic;">Lolita</span> by Vladimir Nabokov, <span style="font-style:italic;">The Scarlett Letter </span>by Nathaniel Hawthorne (just for existing), <span style="font-style:italic;">Living Dead Girl</span> by Elizabeth Scott (for making us cry), <span style="font-style:italic;">Thirteen Reasons Why</span> by Jay Asher (for making me [Serena] not pay attention in class to read it, and Selena do the same thing). Now, it’s safe to say that the novels we betaed for are real books. So here it goes: <span style="font-style:italic;">365 Days Until I Disappear</span> by Elizabeth Page (it’s self-explanatory if you read it), <span style="font-style:italic;">The Illuminated </span>(or Luminous. Although Sarah Harian’s done another draft of it, we still loved this one), <span style="font-style:italic;">The Infernal Family</span> by Parametric/ Eleanor (for having lots of action and demons) and <span style="font-style:italic;">Evangeline</span> by Teresa Kirkland (for having so many magical elements. I’m almost done reading it! Sorry for taking so long!)<br />So there.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><p style="font-size:xx-large;">3. AW and Everyone on There</p></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA0xobWkXGdM6V0D3RJhu4MRY0apgFNzLKRuwwOv2p8nYIxa6x_rK-KujMOKHpFrTzJ6VtExO8hiXUQw1cUSvICLR-jXQKn5LPE8chI4VkS3XHxduo-2psmxe_aFFk0mZaGT1NDUt9OERc/s1600-h/aw_logo_cropped.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 82px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA0xobWkXGdM6V0D3RJhu4MRY0apgFNzLKRuwwOv2p8nYIxa6x_rK-KujMOKHpFrTzJ6VtExO8hiXUQw1cUSvICLR-jXQKn5LPE8chI4VkS3XHxduo-2psmxe_aFFk0mZaGT1NDUt9OERc/s320/aw_logo_cropped.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421253859235486210" /></a>We can’t even try to imagine our year without AbsoluteWrite. When we found the site in August, we knew great things would come from there. And guess what? Great things have. We could ramble on and on about the greatness of this site, but that would be too long. Everyone has given us a chance to grow, not only out of our old shell and into a new one, but also grow into the community. Even if we barely posted, we feel welcomed every time we did. To us, all of you are family. We’d like to thank (and in no order): Karla, Emilia, Amna, Maddi-Rose, Lily, Jamie B, Choco, Becca, Laurie, J.S. Wood, paranormalchick, Sumayyah, Krista, Vero, Tere K., Deniz Kuypers, Kaitlin, Houndrat, Raven, Katiemac (for the amazing query advice), Rebecca S. (for the Hush, Hush fansite!), Corrine Jackson, Amanda, Laura, Sarah Harian, Stephanie, Lia, Parametric, Kody (for writing THE DUFF and making me want to read it), half.jaded, and especially to Liz for wanting to listen to thirteen-year-olds ramble about plotpoints, revision ideas, and crazy characters, not to mention for letting us read her beautiful, heart-breaking story. We love you all. So sorry if we didn’t mention you. Our mind is cloudy with many things right now. But please, note that everyone on AbsoluteWrite deserves to be mentioned here. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><p style="font-size:xx-large;">2. Our Parents, Gramma, and Each Other</p></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1qMLM1jYghuuazxyoTuTqDN02fDXJEaBAWfHvDpA9gME2TTXxjx8DVolzaVnNcdpSUTjCPoD5izXmUQD9yEu-njwVVHY7qEMC7_gxL5VFJXDIxawWOn_2P3KP5C9Qkb0E5TxQq-9qYYXo/s1600-h/Mom-and-Me.png"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1qMLM1jYghuuazxyoTuTqDN02fDXJEaBAWfHvDpA9gME2TTXxjx8DVolzaVnNcdpSUTjCPoD5izXmUQD9yEu-njwVVHY7qEMC7_gxL5VFJXDIxawWOn_2P3KP5C9Qkb0E5TxQq-9qYYXo/s320/Mom-and-Me.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421258119379424770" /></a>Even though they’re the people that sometimes makes us want to be dead, they’re also the people who kept us alive. And not just literally by feeding us or supplying a roof over our heads, but also emotionally, mentally and spiritually. We’re a crazy bunch,<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLgL4_VaVAc-H3c-KZ18n6PfZKPXGtXctuW-lJR84hZdxAlJRsyLqJlwoRV26pJHm00HDkAROmE5yOy4WnVsU7uCIwTLjcFPKzLwgOYxHFUZfH7LoLVfa4uONBWZr_pzloWR7D-Md2lcaN/s1600-h/4408_1127181470513_1556469016_30303355_2023668_n.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLgL4_VaVAc-H3c-KZ18n6PfZKPXGtXctuW-lJR84hZdxAlJRsyLqJlwoRV26pJHm00HDkAROmE5yOy4WnVsU7uCIwTLjcFPKzLwgOYxHFUZfH7LoLVfa4uONBWZr_pzloWR7D-Md2lcaN/s320/4408_1127181470513_1556469016_30303355_2023668_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421258793116741266" /></a>and we think that’s why we manage to survive living together. We constantly remind them that we love them, even if it isn’t by words. If our book gets published, the dedication would be to them. Also, we survived using each other as support. Without my sister, Selena, I would’ve quit Glacialis a long time ago, and without me in her life, she said she would be getting in and out of trouble quite a lot. <br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><p style="font-size:xx-large;">1. God </p></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxTAJ5vcsda5xK-v8HtBqjqrLfhzHE0_LBfc73R2N_r2cJ-x37fAwjVpaCyhx8qUX3QaMU3LbSuAQSHilZJeb5ZhWDwAl66PXO9sAY1X3EfceOvnnBVj8BF3N-Jzu2_cYF9iQN7xeffquF/s1600-h/clouds.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxTAJ5vcsda5xK-v8HtBqjqrLfhzHE0_LBfc73R2N_r2cJ-x37fAwjVpaCyhx8qUX3QaMU3LbSuAQSHilZJeb5ZhWDwAl66PXO9sAY1X3EfceOvnnBVj8BF3N-Jzu2_cYF9iQN7xeffquF/s320/clouds.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421259140071271234" /></a>The most influential force of all. God’s been with us from the start, and God’s been here ever since. It doesn’t matter what religion or belief other people have, there is something bigger than us, bigger than this world, bigger than the universe, even, out there somewhere. And whatever that force is, it’s kept us alive literally and metaphorically. So thank you, God.<br /><br /><br />This post says it all. Understand that these words are only words, and that there’s so much more to say inside of our heads. We thought 2008 was The Year, but we were wrong. 2009 topped 2008 by a landslide. Let’s keep it this way for 2010, shall we? We respectively predict that 2010 will be more explosive (in a good way), and much more ALIVE. <br /><br />Happy New Years, Everyone!!!DrunkenLilacshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16170155991218831990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089641274028324109.post-79602379735339155572009-12-28T21:33:00.000-08:002009-12-28T23:51:45.583-08:00Teaser TuesdayHey guys! We are so sorry we haven't posted anything other than teasers. We are trying our best to create an exciting schedule for our blog, but we've been so busy wthe rewrites. Speaking of, they are going well. We are so happy of how things are turning out, so wish us luck that things keep goin this way. P.S. Happy holidays to you all and we are sorry we didn't wish you guys his sooner. Anyways on to the teaser. In this one, after starting some trouble with her "friends" at Faust's house, clumsy Mary gets hurt and has no choice but to turn to Faust for help. Enjoy!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <span style="font-style:italic;">"What's that for?" I asked, even though the answer was clearly in the air.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-weight:bold;"></span></span><br />Faust set it down on the island next to my fingertips, along with a lean glass bottle of clear liquid called "Vodka", and white stretchy-looking cloth. <br /><br />Faust made it clear that although he was planning to assist me on cleaning up my scrapes, talking was not a part of the process. Instead, he literally made me jump by making it seem as if he were about to graze my thigh. Both his hands landed on either side of my body, and with that barely-there accent, he said, "We have two choices here. One of them rational, the other just plain stupid."<br /><br />I didn't catch where he was going. "What do you mean? What choices?"<br /><br />Slowly, his eyes trailed down towards my blood-soaked blue jeans. The one Mom'd purchased from out of town, in other words, the really expensive ones. <br /><br />"If you're smart, you'd probably want to take these off," he said, barely tapping on the surface of my jeans. My face twitched, but those were the only muscles I could move. "If you're stupid, you'd probably just want to roll them up, which'll cause quite more damage on those gashes. Judging from your terrified face, I don't really have to ask, do I?"<br /><br />I remained quiet. Not because I was scared or anything. Mostly because I was amazed at his jerkish persona. But then again, this was Dillon's brother. Maybe they shared the same gene when it came to disrespecting people.<br /><br />His face didn't change. "Roll them up." <span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span>DrunkenLilacshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16170155991218831990noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089641274028324109.post-2995786055805328982009-12-15T06:38:00.001-08:002009-12-23T14:51:36.730-08:00Teaser Tuesday :D<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjveFewYs_bGyq5i1_iQOVd2ne9axNYdIWiUvxmCdjZU8l1eWoL9VqaxxW8UD8Iy3LMFUb2XT9Thz7fNlyECenFE8b7-wXrXbrKwJHN7pAMJlilyK-XEyaNdJnRwnPcu7q0_D88BUXQA6IN/s1600-h/Corn_On_The_Coffin_by_TheArtistDarklady.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjveFewYs_bGyq5i1_iQOVd2ne9axNYdIWiUvxmCdjZU8l1eWoL9VqaxxW8UD8Iy3LMFUb2XT9Thz7fNlyECenFE8b7-wXrXbrKwJHN7pAMJlilyK-XEyaNdJnRwnPcu7q0_D88BUXQA6IN/s320/Corn_On_The_Coffin_by_TheArtistDarklady.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415474885165180850" /></a><br /><br /><br />While the story is out to betas, we decided to edit some of it. Our brilliant beta <a href="http://lizpagejustkeepwriting.blogspot.com/">Liz Page</a> has helped us with good revision ideas. We're planning to do major editing, so my betas, please, if you WANT to drop the project all together, do so. Unless you want to help us out with the big picture stuff, of course. Anyways, this is part of the first rough line of the first revised chapter. The story now, is not only completely different, but we think, more elaborately developed. Guess sixth time is the charm :P<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Thanks for reading guys!</span><br /><br />Please tell us if it's too cheesy!DrunkenLilacshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16170155991218831990noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089641274028324109.post-10029866126757982852009-12-08T06:26:00.000-08:002009-12-22T10:38:21.265-08:00Teaser Tuesday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRhbup-hTw7OmFxoJqi_eY9C6J17uH4GFE5ah1wrvIv_JN-wPsxLPo2Sz8F63q8C9RH5OAveoioe-99svxFjBjwwH1vPL9JrfW6AxbzSqXkORg7ObaMWqBNgK1eydguGADKEMj0O0S2jtu/s1600-h/Front_Door_of_the_backdoorKGDs.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRhbup-hTw7OmFxoJqi_eY9C6J17uH4GFE5ah1wrvIv_JN-wPsxLPo2Sz8F63q8C9RH5OAveoioe-99svxFjBjwwH1vPL9JrfW6AxbzSqXkORg7ObaMWqBNgK1eydguGADKEMj0O0S2jtu/s320/Front_Door_of_the_backdoorKGDs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412876040834452562" /></a><br />Hi guys! Teaser Tuesday again! We didn't have time last week, so we didn't post anything. Great teasers on everyone's behalf, nonetheless! <br /><br />So basically, this is what's going on: MC Mary just got in a fight with her parents over ________ and she sought for a friend, specifically Faust. But like everyone else, Faust shuns Mary. <br /><br />Here's the teaser!<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Thanks for reading, guys!</span>DrunkenLilacshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16170155991218831990noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089641274028324109.post-74855455579682850132009-12-02T21:06:00.001-08:002009-12-02T21:41:31.542-08:00Literary Crushes: RTWWe've decided to participate, because one: we love literary boys(and girls, lol), and two: everyone seems to be doing it :D<br /><br /> Since we have more than one, we'll make a list.<br /><br />1) Sodapop Curtis - The Outsiders<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB1JCDVd-y7tEYzcIwOK2niSQT_F5kF42nW-27cALRTTPgoqjLBmVjJSsmM11v1SkGwXnlpgP7sHfePB9OUaLsVIJxmtkkvrapT09Hhp0xZaiHcr63I5bPjxeQBA2_PlnwfM4oquimEgfz/s1600-h/sodapop+curtis.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB1JCDVd-y7tEYzcIwOK2niSQT_F5kF42nW-27cALRTTPgoqjLBmVjJSsmM11v1SkGwXnlpgP7sHfePB9OUaLsVIJxmtkkvrapT09Hhp0xZaiHcr63I5bPjxeQBA2_PlnwfM4oquimEgfz/s320/sodapop+curtis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410872299162724274" /></a><br /><br /> And not just because Rob Lowe plays him in the movie. S.E. Hinton <br /> made him so likable that in the end, we really don't care if he's a dropout. <br /><br />2) Ray Singh - The Lovely Bones<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEismfJH_oesyBLXxc8B2XdY0GCoajHi3GbHsPxSxEFiDjb3XiKNwUr5Ub95xSPTlLGg4XPlJtetGK_nhOq_jCQnqGBcH3hvCR5zX9I_b4FAHsyE0xYXgY8iwoiSuQt9PbvmeFr7UU7WV2Ha/s1600-h/thelovelybones10-1024x443.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 138px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEismfJH_oesyBLXxc8B2XdY0GCoajHi3GbHsPxSxEFiDjb3XiKNwUr5Ub95xSPTlLGg4XPlJtetGK_nhOq_jCQnqGBcH3hvCR5zX9I_b4FAHsyE0xYXgY8iwoiSuQt9PbvmeFr7UU7WV2Ha/s320/thelovelybones10-1024x443.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410874255449927570" /></a><br /><br /> Ray, Ray, Ray. How can we ever forget your adorable timidness :D<br /><br />3)Jacob Black - Twilight Saga<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-5LTayp4BcNrVke93Q8oGUYqyByHXNJ37WB06n8BUT-pozxGnWGCz0pIYch1jaO6wwYxdRS05BI45W8-_MfZPlTWsoUCu9SNfH01uWS4ZUsFYwraPootmYdR-EBc2be-wwtIovSQgIypg/s1600-h/kristen_stewart_taylor_lautner_new_moon-535x356.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-5LTayp4BcNrVke93Q8oGUYqyByHXNJ37WB06n8BUT-pozxGnWGCz0pIYch1jaO6wwYxdRS05BI45W8-_MfZPlTWsoUCu9SNfH01uWS4ZUsFYwraPootmYdR-EBc2be-wwtIovSQgIypg/s320/kristen_stewart_taylor_lautner_new_moon-535x356.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410874929238582690" /></a><br /><br /> Jacob Black is not cute, but hot, not only in the movie, <br /> but also the book. Plus, he's protective. And a wolf. *Squee*<br /><br />4)Dallas Winston - The Outsiders<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbrBMtzFA4eIHENp2JAVhDxQ7WPJvM2GIcTLipU3-Fj7eE86DwUa9rQUldcZGqpJ-y4P4qBrWsvVj-VK1Z_1hYe5YT5FgYuYeOuTWm14rahS19Al2ssFfcawwFYiGb1VKZyv6ujC7bkzO7/s1600-h/20jjxpl.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbrBMtzFA4eIHENp2JAVhDxQ7WPJvM2GIcTLipU3-Fj7eE86DwUa9rQUldcZGqpJ-y4P4qBrWsvVj-VK1Z_1hYe5YT5FgYuYeOuTWm14rahS19Al2ssFfcawwFYiGb1VKZyv6ujC7bkzO7/s320/20jjxpl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410875356440957442" /></a><br /><br /> Dallas Winston is bad-a**. Greasers 4 the win.<br /><br />5)Sam Roth - Shiver<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_kZtDN82b6SzI9IHXizHuA4s26h1oaV3XsF_WWV2w1uuomp0NMOpvQ5byx60uGniLY0a7rk4U4cL4uPtX0KlT2q0mmsBM__420VX4-QItpSU5PpIg-qgx6Optn53qj0nWTGEAwiVXEg9t/s1600-h/MAGGIE_STIEFVATER-SHIVER.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_kZtDN82b6SzI9IHXizHuA4s26h1oaV3XsF_WWV2w1uuomp0NMOpvQ5byx60uGniLY0a7rk4U4cL4uPtX0KlT2q0mmsBM__420VX4-QItpSU5PpIg-qgx6Optn53qj0nWTGEAwiVXEg9t/s320/MAGGIE_STIEFVATER-SHIVER.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410875843418794962" /></a><br /><br /> We wish someone like him would show up shot and bloody on our doorstep :D <br /> And he fits perfectly because we're obsessed with wolves.<br /><br />6)Nora Grey - Hush, Hush<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJaeKnN0o3r-EJm2j8r2GGU5ohWjpdb_oZX7XFm3e4KBlsjq9b91ufxHBE4OPdO_IDJA21rZ5VNBtjbbIspDlsaIkkR4KnwsxbcUc7BdXvaCGFwrtCv962naI9Xp0bJ0FRkFGjLzfio8tJ/s1600-h/hushhush.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJaeKnN0o3r-EJm2j8r2GGU5ohWjpdb_oZX7XFm3e4KBlsjq9b91ufxHBE4OPdO_IDJA21rZ5VNBtjbbIspDlsaIkkR4KnwsxbcUc7BdXvaCGFwrtCv962naI9Xp0bJ0FRkFGjLzfio8tJ/s320/hushhush.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410876467161028770" /></a><br /><br /> *sigh* Sorry Patch. Nora gets this one.<br /><br />7)Nick - Demon's Lexicon<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3l60QKSTgrK-h-BpTn9GsC1W8G-eHXRzU09lVZ9kgOQY2uCakPPlu9Q04PFJjXQgrIg86R5Vwsd2qt8EwTQ_VxyBrDnnPT5LLQoiza5zF7Buk9T5FJ9k_tENo_6oP1TkFA0yAMI6v6IzY/s1600-h/brennan_lexicon.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3l60QKSTgrK-h-BpTn9GsC1W8G-eHXRzU09lVZ9kgOQY2uCakPPlu9Q04PFJjXQgrIg86R5Vwsd2qt8EwTQ_VxyBrDnnPT5LLQoiza5zF7Buk9T5FJ9k_tENo_6oP1TkFA0yAMI6v6IzY/s320/brennan_lexicon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410876888630702850" /></a><br /><br /> Oh, come on now. He has a sword! A sword! That's pretty self-explanatory.<br /><br />8)Ethan Wate - Beautiful Creatures<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiALdXaQW1TRtONEkk1tTmqb77vKXWRwqu2LsrE_GMM0cKby_Ae5j778G6Xi5TLRzTVyHUxYp3xlrgdlL3g2_vVg9EEulfq75Bpt_8k0i1k9zdLB8yVo8XePibGekZ2eM7YJLwYDSTurzbr/s1600-h/beautifulcreatures.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiALdXaQW1TRtONEkk1tTmqb77vKXWRwqu2LsrE_GMM0cKby_Ae5j778G6Xi5TLRzTVyHUxYp3xlrgdlL3g2_vVg9EEulfq75Bpt_8k0i1k9zdLB8yVo8XePibGekZ2eM7YJLwYDSTurzbr/s320/beautifulcreatures.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410877523281965106" /></a><br /><br /> It never goes wrong with a Southern boy that has a big heart.<br /><br />9)Cabel - Wake Series, but especially in Fade<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmmTLcHnzdL61ZK31Xtf-IT1ZRFdLzYQ9WQQUHqyb0HA-5Z2N0BMpoFsq1kS9PRm92885p7pvuS9kdqlmAxibd2Y8sDtnax1TaYRZkdAsvXmszQGmKTXHWxwu-6Xqmjb4989rVyfJgu9Tl/s1600-h/fade1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmmTLcHnzdL61ZK31Xtf-IT1ZRFdLzYQ9WQQUHqyb0HA-5Z2N0BMpoFsq1kS9PRm92885p7pvuS9kdqlmAxibd2Y8sDtnax1TaYRZkdAsvXmszQGmKTXHWxwu-6Xqmjb4989rVyfJgu9Tl/s320/fade1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410878319041371330" /></a><br /><br /> Cabel *sigh* <br /><br />10)James - A Certain Slant of Light<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdoltWWMl2ZxUEOVGt8ciZh9f3cTfRS9Enqly57v5JZyL6jFHcE9fzUZfVZIj2HjhIBOAHFr7Ykbv8bUHr8QXm-0WIx_XFshFCjSPfZCsXX9_YVHAfFgGmZ_jNbBSBxCauH8sTw4JPTP1c/s1600-h/a-certain-slant-of-light.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdoltWWMl2ZxUEOVGt8ciZh9f3cTfRS9Enqly57v5JZyL6jFHcE9fzUZfVZIj2HjhIBOAHFr7Ykbv8bUHr8QXm-0WIx_XFshFCjSPfZCsXX9_YVHAfFgGmZ_jNbBSBxCauH8sTw4JPTP1c/s320/a-certain-slant-of-light.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410878985450154386" /></a><br /><br /> He is so real we have a place for him inside our hearts. Kind. Gentle. <br /> Lovely. <br /><br />Not a great post, but at least we participated!DrunkenLilacshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16170155991218831990noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089641274028324109.post-49893799588480942262009-11-30T15:08:00.000-08:002009-11-30T15:14:57.863-08:00Calling All Betas :D<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfjyZZt0lgocbqjf8qXob2DrP6hvZpNxdet-zIzA2BpJM1PVhvVEjnvPSzPuh9Jqb6h8S8Sohyf06c-5R2u7cO6TPUOrdT279R45GXQTnDeWJvUjAepzdXoZw4airSzMM8cIo6YK1aMoeC/s1600/sony-laytest-ebook-reader.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfjyZZt0lgocbqjf8qXob2DrP6hvZpNxdet-zIzA2BpJM1PVhvVEjnvPSzPuh9Jqb6h8S8Sohyf06c-5R2u7cO6TPUOrdT279R45GXQTnDeWJvUjAepzdXoZw4airSzMM8cIo6YK1aMoeC/s320/sony-laytest-ebook-reader.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410039100882311106" /></a><br />Ok, so we've been waiting for this day for a very long time. The day that we're actually going to send our baby (in its whole) to actual writers/readers. To be honest, we're kind of nervous about this. But to succeed, we feel this is relevant. <br /><br />So if you're interested in beta-ing Glacialis (complete at 95,000 words), please post your emails on the comments :D We'll send it to you in no time with what we're looking for in a beta :D <br /><br />Thank you so much.DrunkenLilacshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16170155991218831990noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089641274028324109.post-83567657066984040882009-11-28T15:32:00.000-08:002009-11-28T15:36:02.146-08:00New Website :P<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia6k44jxEmp3Xy2UaEtts_NPlOuM96cQpH-e9aVPkEqCSsZpzrIW3nDUhZa6OiFiClsnSYLSHobVa0wSyEs0zNpi3Fn6cfD4as-BsUUNZg_ObLjziSdmwMsULbFPBkyBjex4_itajxlYlN/s1600/Website.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 128px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia6k44jxEmp3Xy2UaEtts_NPlOuM96cQpH-e9aVPkEqCSsZpzrIW3nDUhZa6OiFiClsnSYLSHobVa0wSyEs0zNpi3Fn6cfD4as-BsUUNZg_ObLjziSdmwMsULbFPBkyBjex4_itajxlYlN/s320/Website.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409302384855433362" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://serenaandselenahoward.webs.com/">Click Here</a>DrunkenLilacshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16170155991218831990noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089641274028324109.post-59721690137501750592009-11-27T12:01:00.000-08:002009-11-27T12:22:18.966-08:00Titles That Fit<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC-_f-HOolX2Rs-GSy2m_Ta4HvvXup9wkwSS6bllnYVreRx-HU1JMKgWrXcVnNfXtKW6UyWxL0voG7BU41oP6hKviNFyUl97oG7dkXUyw3_s7WURScH3L4vsUXtlbmfYeM4T1OJG4bSdYv/s1600/twilight_book_cover.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC-_f-HOolX2Rs-GSy2m_Ta4HvvXup9wkwSS6bllnYVreRx-HU1JMKgWrXcVnNfXtKW6UyWxL0voG7BU41oP6hKviNFyUl97oG7dkXUyw3_s7WURScH3L4vsUXtlbmfYeM4T1OJG4bSdYv/s320/twilight_book_cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408881361076735394" /></a><br /><br />Titles. They're essential to your book(duh). But what happens when you don't have one.<br /><br />Sigh. We're in that kind of situation right now. When I first started out writing Sixth Circle, it was a very different story from what it is now. The MC was bland, and so were the other characters. The setting was horrible. The plot--even more horrifying. But that's not the point. The point is, the title "Sixth Circle" actually fit into that story. <br /><br />And then, we made a drastic move to rewrite the whole thing. Third -person narrative became first person narrative. Our MC Mary suddenly has a past. And there's a lot more going on, but with less words (<STRIKE>Sixth Circle</STRIKE>Book used to be 130,000 words, and now it's 95,000 words). But the thing is, the words "Sixth Circle" is only mentioned once. Once, out of all 95,000 words. And it doesn't hold a very big meaning like the previous draft. <br /><br />We're basically stuck on the premise of changing the title, but we have no idea what to change it to. We decided on Glacialis, which is Latin for "frozen" because it has been mentioned in a very big part of the story, but while sleeping, part of me was just dying. Apparently, my sister and I have grown too attached to the title we have. Have any of you had this problem? I mean, I know that a title doesn't make the book (or does it?), but I'm seriously stressing this right now. I'm sure if "Twilight" was called something like "Vampires Love Too" people wouldn't pay much attention to it as much.<br /><br />So, the final question, how do you pick out your titles, and if you can't, what do you do? Or should we just use the original title?<br /><br />Should I use title generators? LOL.DrunkenLilacshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16170155991218831990noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089641274028324109.post-33725402214691810492009-11-26T12:28:00.000-08:002009-11-26T17:31:12.761-08:00Happy Thanksgiving!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikmz0TSTvf8dC09B2E3LBF8kxa7ZX7BWQIclwsr3OvzUOny6_gDy2YCEg76L6MmOFBSwvJLRc-4XxhI8I9T4SI4LT_gW-TRSD3F7PVFrKlecjPsehVr2PIUld_6fYd3y9_ye65FCAm5tO2/s1600/ThanksgivingFeast.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikmz0TSTvf8dC09B2E3LBF8kxa7ZX7BWQIclwsr3OvzUOny6_gDy2YCEg76L6MmOFBSwvJLRc-4XxhI8I9T4SI4LT_gW-TRSD3F7PVFrKlecjPsehVr2PIUld_6fYd3y9_ye65FCAm5tO2/s320/ThanksgivingFeast.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408515609917217218" /></a><br />Happy Thanksgiving everyone! There's so much we're thankful for, but we can't post everything on here. So here's the top ten things we're one thousand percent thankful for :D<br /><br />P.S. They're not in order :D<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">1)Our mother - because she brought us to this world and has been nothing but supportive since that time.<br /><br />2) Each other - we're not just writing buddies; we're also sisters. Without each other, life would be lonely.<br /><br />3) Books - without books, life would not only be dull, but it would also be harder to gain knowledge.<br /><br />4) Education - again, the knowledge thing. Without knowledge, what is the human race, really?<br /><br />5) Our characters - they changed our lives for the better. We'll never forget the day they popped their ways into our heads.<br /><br />6) Everyone on AW - We've never met (well, technically not met, but yeah) people who were so helpful and supporting on our writing. Everyone in QLH is fabulous with whipping queries into shape :D<br /><br />7) Music - Imagine a world where music isn't available. We think music is so common that we all take it for-granted. Thank you to all kinds of musicians for creating such inspirational words for very catchy tunes.<br /><br />8)Writing - without writing, we'd probably get into lots of trouble, like the rest of our friends. <br /><br />9) God - We don't think this is necessary to explain :P<br /><br />10) Regene, our best friend - for actually listening to our story :D</span><br /><br />Again, there's a million more, but it would be a very long post :D<br /><br />Happy Thanksgiving, enjoy your turkeys, pies, and etc!DrunkenLilacshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16170155991218831990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089641274028324109.post-30897861589508073332009-11-24T09:32:00.000-08:002009-12-10T18:09:50.665-08:00Teaser Tuesday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT4cheXtvCVx9_Z8rYZN-5t1wlzHwxCunxh57_hJ_y_hegVxo-pUPqCciENT4925DbvESLtQ6uI-fjI1ewJY_-fvnIqTGOgb1y2-fl0NIuZ8fpN-0PzUKFrTVnXm15vR4lNSdSMXcAAKN9/s1600/forest.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT4cheXtvCVx9_Z8rYZN-5t1wlzHwxCunxh57_hJ_y_hegVxo-pUPqCciENT4925DbvESLtQ6uI-fjI1ewJY_-fvnIqTGOgb1y2-fl0NIuZ8fpN-0PzUKFrTVnXm15vR4lNSdSMXcAAKN9/s320/forest.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407727210023927586" /></a><br />Hey guys! It's Teaser Tuesday again! This is a scene kind of nearing the end. It's kind of long, so...<br /><br />P.S. We're looking for betas after Thanksgiving. So if you're interested, we'll have a post next week asking for your emails :D Thank you for reading guys--you have no idea how much support we have received from your comments!<br /><br /><br />Thanks for reading :DDrunkenLilacshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16170155991218831990noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089641274028324109.post-2765057480121498212009-11-22T20:11:00.000-08:002009-11-22T20:18:42.680-08:00UPDATE!!!Yay! We've never been so excited to edit. The editing process of Sixth Circle is going smoothly. After printing out more than three hundred pages of paper, we set to work. By work, of course reading and editing grammar mistakes and simple things that would alter the direction of the story like the inconsistencies of a character's dialogues and feelings or the lack of chemistry between the two main characters. Thank GOD, we're sisters and we have each other's help.<br /><br />So while Selena reads and edits ten chapters a day, Serena does the chapter rewrites on the weak chapters. And so, now, we are twenty chapters in the editing and we have thirteen chapters to go. <br /><br />Reading your own work can definitely be a challenge, though.<br /><br />Well, hasta luego mis amigos. Tengo laborar!DrunkenLilacshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16170155991218831990noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089641274028324109.post-44016734701094476312009-11-17T06:30:00.001-08:002009-12-10T18:10:24.578-08:00TEASER :D<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpYLqRiSq8Kj7LJISp9AwQWKVELkoVVxhNgPxH8sAWcknM1GGUYcL_Nu2-V-iRD4gfydHGd7wzAND0Q9tPRIGtUV3jvHCrsj-Ek_GKXznMmbDHoYpgaXEJyn9m6GTUlvsGl6TRTUYoImkc/s1600/86309.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpYLqRiSq8Kj7LJISp9AwQWKVELkoVVxhNgPxH8sAWcknM1GGUYcL_Nu2-V-iRD4gfydHGd7wzAND0Q9tPRIGtUV3jvHCrsj-Ek_GKXznMmbDHoYpgaXEJyn9m6GTUlvsGl6TRTUYoImkc/s320/86309.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405083238664201634" /></a><br />Hey guys! Another beautiful Tuesday!!! First off, we would just like to say that the rewrite for Sixth Circle is finished! Yay!!! At exactly 10:19 PM on Sunday, the last word of the rewrite was written. <br /><br />Anyways, this is a bit from the beginning of the story--Chapter 3, to be exact. Strathill(MC's School) has just won a football game and the opposing team's quarterback is stirring some trouble :D<br /><br />Enjoy...<br /><br /><br />Teaser was here :DDrunkenLilacshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16170155991218831990noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089641274028324109.post-47143155831688443512009-11-10T20:38:00.000-08:002009-11-10T21:08:37.396-08:00Setting: Sixth CircleHey guys, whoever reads this. We know we have only been posting teasers, so we want to try something new. <br /><br />One of the most important parts of a story is setting. Setting affects the mood and tone of the story. For example, I'm sure everyone is familiar with <span style="font-style:italic;">the Legend of Sleepy Hollow</span>? Would you think it would be as scary if the story was set in sunny Southern California? Setting means time, place, and customs too. For example, Maya Angelou's <span style="font-style:italic;">I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings</span>. Would some of the main topics in the story be viewed the same if the story was set in 2009? Your answer would be know, I'm guessing, since, well, the customs have pretty much changed from since then. <br /><br />Setting is essential to a good book. And if the setting and the plot ties together--which they usually do--I call that a good book. <br /><br />So to tie things up with our current WIP, we are posting pictures of the settings in Sixth Circle. :D<br /><br />Here it is:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi94iBOdJsMAZaBFqDHxfELCS0LnM1z8oUqEIv74GRJtVyMY5jfyHyCHXWIvT5OUG2_GcLRDnyToxNj1wtM3dzpFI-rFiag3ozmw00JRmTP7Z0m6Yt_fXMZeJe_2SH8kKawJWw7eZhIVN_f/s1600-h/six3.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi94iBOdJsMAZaBFqDHxfELCS0LnM1z8oUqEIv74GRJtVyMY5jfyHyCHXWIvT5OUG2_GcLRDnyToxNj1wtM3dzpFI-rFiag3ozmw00JRmTP7Z0m6Yt_fXMZeJe_2SH8kKawJWw7eZhIVN_f/s320/six3.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402705318071021506" /></a><center><span style="font-weight:bold;">This is the town of Goldwater. Small but filled with so many secrets.</center></span><br><br><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3tItHPKMppMA2Dc-8EZrgd8YhfsyB5S8xNAVh3x9oLTNyjp4Ie_SYksBvZza8bJvZ4isP0X8rEFVC3CUDeRymW-e_QhdJWoApYx2Z__dssJW2q5rLcBFvEoM6vK5ycTf2fzdZDzKnOImJ/s1600-h/six2.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3tItHPKMppMA2Dc-8EZrgd8YhfsyB5S8xNAVh3x9oLTNyjp4Ie_SYksBvZza8bJvZ4isP0X8rEFVC3CUDeRymW-e_QhdJWoApYx2Z__dssJW2q5rLcBFvEoM6vK5ycTf2fzdZDzKnOImJ/s320/six2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402705326903036994" /></a><center><span style="font-weight:bold;">Welcome to Strathill. A community, a school, and a dangerous place to be.</center> </span><br><br><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlCh09ysvTLMBPmHLENQiiRgCgx_40YJLzuS89BmOB5nEi7VlEwiJ-KMA_u0oT6f6lQejimV50i_owP22PEomssrsAfwtASJfVYjE8FCkS4DQX2crWCd5w2f5nmAO4Lcpj5gtf6aAKajLo/s1600-h/six5.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlCh09ysvTLMBPmHLENQiiRgCgx_40YJLzuS89BmOB5nEi7VlEwiJ-KMA_u0oT6f6lQejimV50i_owP22PEomssrsAfwtASJfVYjE8FCkS4DQX2crWCd5w2f5nmAO4Lcpj5gtf6aAKajLo/s320/six5.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402705366507527426" /></a><center><span style="font-weight:bold;">There is something off about Brystol Lake...</center></span><br><br><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghCMc92v2upWpILJOL-ObQcbq8EjGAJUqeKlDM7LlOYTsw17fq0ra1sXmAEwB-jy2RBCZ9c5pNodg8574uY4pVI_uwbBmg1bXqAfiQuGtASCdKmrwUQ92EwqqkA7KJzUY7BW2Y028geoFp/s1600-h/six.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghCMc92v2upWpILJOL-ObQcbq8EjGAJUqeKlDM7LlOYTsw17fq0ra1sXmAEwB-jy2RBCZ9c5pNodg8574uY4pVI_uwbBmg1bXqAfiQuGtASCdKmrwUQ92EwqqkA7KJzUY7BW2Y028geoFp/s320/six.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402705333378045730" /></a><center><span style="font-weight:bold;">Woodsworth Pines. Nothing but woods and...something completely frightening.</center><br /></span><br><br><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Td2c7hgqqSxd4Wt6Sg01Jihj6uRX4-d2gSsrJat66r_HH58_BGREm1qfjc7sNx88PWJIYSdE4-t6Z83krGr9z9CXepwfRmqc3J0EeUJS01RJ8wcnsSLusKkwBfrJB-TAPp6gAWrWi9YY/s1600-h/six4.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Td2c7hgqqSxd4Wt6Sg01Jihj6uRX4-d2gSsrJat66r_HH58_BGREm1qfjc7sNx88PWJIYSdE4-t6Z83krGr9z9CXepwfRmqc3J0EeUJS01RJ8wcnsSLusKkwBfrJB-TAPp6gAWrWi9YY/s320/six4.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402705350887912082" /></a><center><span style="font-weight:bold;">Sparrow Claw. The highest point in Goldwater. Wanna know why its called what its called? Because only the Sparrows get away alive. Careful, don't trip. </center></span>DrunkenLilacshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16170155991218831990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089641274028324109.post-49453623613081214622009-11-10T15:03:00.001-08:002009-11-14T12:01:54.358-08:00Teaser Tuesday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsCNd4UWp-fE8Ki4LtiLl0QMbh6Knw2bYGJDVX5XTW9_XSCGnVL_1fKBcwgeYadhQjoYjJb3odrZjATmQLeaiP2QoZvGMVx0tPtDGVcRVvX93trAU3t15ItHI_lu6pDdZnMzGYdVXuKzk9/s1600-h/cabin-440x330.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsCNd4UWp-fE8Ki4LtiLl0QMbh6Knw2bYGJDVX5XTW9_XSCGnVL_1fKBcwgeYadhQjoYjJb3odrZjATmQLeaiP2QoZvGMVx0tPtDGVcRVvX93trAU3t15ItHI_lu6pDdZnMzGYdVXuKzk9/s400/cabin-440x330.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402615990438535250" /></a><br />Ok, so posting the Teaser a little later than usual :P Anywho, this scene is pretty short (we think) and basically, Mary is about to be in real big trouble. Enjoy and thanks for reading!<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Thanks for reading, guys!</span>DrunkenLilacshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16170155991218831990noreply@blogger.com9