Week Three is Almost Over!

I would be lying if I said I forgot that I needed to blog this week, because "BLOG" has been staring accusingly at me from my planner all week long. Yet even the use of bold black pen and all capital letters couldn't seem to make me get on the computer and actually type something out to my lovely invisible readers. Honestly, since I know that barely anyone reads this you figure that it wouldn't be that hard to write something, but it is. I have no idea what YOU want, nonexistent reader. I know nothing about you. Do you like the same things I like? Are you interested in the fact that I'm watching Buffy and I spend a large part of my morning watching YouTube videos? Do you even know what YouTube is? If I don't know anything about you, how can I deliver the information you'd be interested in? Invisible nonexistent readers really are the most difficult to write for.

Recently I've been throwing some fiction from my courtship with 750words.com up here for you to peruse and ignore as you see fit, but I haven't written any fiction in the last week. That leaves me with an unusual predicament. Do I make up a story right now on the spot or do I actually talk about my life? *gasp* I realize that the idea of hearing about my actual life must be terribly shocking to you, and I can't promise that you won't die of boredom, but alas I'm out of entertaining ideas, so we are forced to enter the realm of the mundane. Venture ahead if you dare, dear reader. Here have a torch to light the way. If it all gets too mundane and boring you can always light your computer on fire.

This week has been different for me, but no so different as to be terribly interesting I'm sure. Iowa State University (where I go to college and study Econ; did I mention how fascinating I am?) hosted KCACTF which are a group of letters that I rarely remember in the correct order that basically come together to mean the campus was filled with talented theater people doing what talented theater people do. Mostly, this consisted of people having screaming matches in the halls that turned out to actually be scene rehearsals (still a little embarrassed about that one) and lots and lots and lots of shows and workshops for me to attend. Since ISU was hosting I spent a fair amount of time volunteering* my time to help moderate workshops and usher at shows.

I was able to find a little bit of time to see the shows that I was interested in and attend some play writing workshops. The performances that I was able to attend were Richard III, Godspell, The Odyssey and Las Hermanas Padillas. That last one was actually a staged reading of the one act play that won last year's KCACTF competition. I loved each of the plays in their own way, but The Odyssey was probably my favorite. The simple sets and the use of bodies were really well done and it's a story that I have a great love for. Myths, legend, and fairy tales have always been of great interest to me and I enjoy having a chance to see them performed.

I also attended both the one act and ten minute play festivals, which showcase plays written by KCACTF students. Some of them I enjoyed and some of them bored me almost to tears, but all of them taught me something. I got ideas from the ones I loved and learned what to avoid from the ones I didn't. Watching them also made me realize that I wish I'd known about and entered the competition. I'm not saying that I would have won, but it would have been interesting to see how I did compared to the other contestants. Watching them all really inspired me to get back into play writing, and I hope to write a ten minute play for a competition I heard about in one of my workshops. Plus, I could use something to do in my videos in later months.

That's just a brief overview of my week. If you just imagine waking up at 6:30 each morning, going to bed around midnight each night, and cramming in volunteering, some classes, performances, and workshops each day; then you have a pretty good idea of what my week was like. If you've ever been to a Potter conference, just imagine that lasting for six days and you know exactly how I feel. Now I'm going to get some sleep.

Till I next fail at failure.

*By volunteer I mean forced to work most of the conference for no pay except a single banana. Chimps at the zoo get at least two.

Week Two Has Stories!

Somehow I've made it to week two of this whole blog/vlog weekly thing, and I'm super proud of myself. I think this a new high for me as far as sticking to New Year's Goals goes. I think that I made the decision this year to strive for goals I actually WANTED to achieve and that that has made this entire process easier and a lot more fun. This week for your reading pleasure I have two short stories I wrote over at 750words.com. We might have our fights but that site is certainly keeping me writing with it's wall of shame looming over my head.
Remember these stories are rough drafts so I make no promises about grammar (especially commas, Lena), but I hope you enjoy them. I also appreciate feedback so if you want to give me some I'd really love it. If you don't that's totally cool too. I'm a lurker quite often so I understand the tendency to always read and never comment. Enjoy the stories

Henry

The moon landing, everyone knows that story, or at least they think they do. What they don't know is that the moon landing wasn't all about simply proving that we could get a man on the moon, it was much more than that. The moon landing was all about hiding something, something the government never wanted anyone to discover. Haven't you ever wondered why we quit going back? Sure, they can claim it was a waste of money, but the truth is that they didn't want anyone to figure out the truth.

So, the question is, why did they let me go? Did someone at the top decide it was time to tell the truth? Did they figure there was no way I'd find out? Did they just not care anymore? I can never be sure why they allowed me to discover the truth; I only know that I did. By now you're wondering what in the heck I'm talking about. Well, give me a second, and I'll tell you. My name is Annabelle James, and I'm an astronaut with NASA. A few years ago the decision was made that we were going to send someone to the moon again, to give rest to the theories that it was all a hoax, and I jumped at the chance. I trained for years and spent even more time in interviews, talking about how excited I was. It was a one woman mission, well, one woman and one chimp. Joleen was my partner in space, and I was glad to have her. In fact, it's because of her that I even made the discovery at all, but more on that later.

When launch day finally arrived I was more excited than I've been in a very long time. I barely slept the night before and was ready for launch hours before anyone else was. Everything went smoothly and before I knew it Joleen and I were in space. The view was stunning! I'd seen so many videos of space, but nothing compared to it actually experiencing it. I slept a little on the way to the moon, and Joleen woke me up in time to take the lunar lander down to the surface. She's pretty intelligent, for a chimp. When the lander touched down I spent a few minutes trying to build up my courage. I was about to set foot on a place that had been untouched for years. I would see things that no one still living had ever seen. Joleen had no such thoughts and pulled at my arms and legs until I finally opened the portal.

I wish I could explain what it's like to be on the moon, but that is impossible for someone who hasn't been there. The training they give you in NASA doesn't even come close to the true feeling of jumping across the lunar surface. Joleen seemed to enjoy the moon even more than I did. So much, in fact, that she ignored my calls and wandered off on her own. At the time I was frustrated, but I would soon discover that Joleen knew what to do much better than I did. After collecting some samples and setting up the lunar rover I was assigned to launch, I decided to find Joleen. Tracking her was easy, but she'd traveled quite a distance. By the time I reached her the only footprints on the surface were her's. This would seem strange when I found what Joleen discovered, but at the time I thought nothing of it.

Joleen was sitting in the center of a crater pulling at something half buried in the ground. I was surprised to discover that rather than an old lunar rover it appeared to be a bone. I couldn't figure out what a bone would be doing on the moon, so I decided to investigate. I often wonder if it might have been better to turn back, but I didn't then and I can't change it now. A few hours of digging later proved that I had indeed discovered a bone, but rather than a chimp or some other animal, as I rationalized it might be, I found a strange skeleton. This looked like nothing I'd ever seen before. It was vaguely human in shape but had three obvious legs which each had two joints and a set of four arms, which were strangely thin and lacked hands. I checked my oxygen to make sure that I wasn't hallucinating, but everything seemed in order. I had found an alien. More than that the skeleton was buried with a US army jacket and a small steel box marked with the President's seal. I took as many pictures as I could, and worked to bring everything back to the lander.

I returned to find Houston slightly panicked that I hadn't checked in, but I just explained that Joleen had run away. I mentioned nothing about what I had found, I needed time to think. We took the lander back to the ship and I started our return trip. I took advantage of the time to myself and examined the steel box. It was locked, but had been buried a long time and I had no trouble breaking the mechanism. Opening it was a much more difficult task. I fought with myself for a long time, trying to decide if this was really something I wanted to do. Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore and I flung open the lid. Inside was a collection of papers and photos detailing the alien, who was named Henry. Apparently Henry crashed to earth and actually lived in a government facility for years. The army jacket was his. It was with his help that we made our technological advances and he actually designed the first space shuttle. When he died the government didn't want him discovered and so they sent a final mission to the moon, to have him buried where no one could find him.

By the time we reached earth I had made the decision that I wouldn't be quiet. I was going to tell Henry's story even if no one believed me. I wanted the world to know who he was, what he had done, and the truth about life in the universe. I stepped off of the shuttle with Henry's bones in a bag on my back and the box in my arms, ready to scream the truth to the press even as government agents dragged me away. Imagine my surprise when it was the President who met me on the end of the gangway.

"You found him. It's time they knew anyway."

Emily

This world gave me no child, so I built one. Perhaps built is not the phrase I should have used, created might be a much better description. I can leave it up to you to decide. Many people have called my child an abomination, a freak, a monster, a demon, and a crime against nature. I called her Emily.

Before she was my daughter, Emily was a lot of other people's daughters too. When I was creating her I figured this would make her a perfect child. After all, all those other people seemed so sad to have lost their daughters and cried about how perfect they were. Now, before you get any Frankenstein ideas in your head, I want to take a second and explain myself. It's true, if you met Emily on the street you probably think she was nothing but pieced together flesh brought to life, but I assure you that isn't the case. I might have started with parts collected from perfect little girls all over the world, but Emily is much more than that. I never believed that flesh could be reanimated anyway, and even if it could I didn't want to run into the same problems that Doctor Frankenstein did. On the outside Emily might be other people's daughters, but inside she's 100% mine.

Originally Emily wasn't my daughter at all, when I first started tinkering with cogs and gears I still had dreams of John and I having children and growing old together, but the accident changed all that. One car crash later John was dead and I'd lost the only daughter I would have a chance to bear. My mother tried to encourage me to find someone else, but I know that John had been my one and only, and nothing could bring him back. I could keep part of him though, and Emily literally has his eyes. It was almost a year after the crash, and I was tinkering with an artificial intelligence program that John had been working on when I found a file labeled Emily. John had originally designed it to be part of a robotic doll or teddy bear that could learn and act like a child. He'd been making it as a gift for our unborn daughter. With John's program, a small robotic body, and a covering gathered from the local graveyards, Emily was born.

She was born with a body that would always be seven, but her mind started fresh and new. Teaching her about life gave me a new purpose, and soon she was teaching me things I never knew. I spent the first eight years of Emily's life living in our house in the country. Since Emily didn't have to eat it was easy for us to be self sufficient. I explained to her that she wasn't like me, but I couldn't really explain how she'd been created, because she wasn't ready for that. The problem was that she was ready to be outside. Despite my protests Emily was determined to see the towns she'd read about in books, and in the end I couldn't deny her the chance. I dressed her in a way that would make her look as much like a normal child as possible, and prayed that no one looked too closely.

At first town seemed like a wonderful idea. Emily excited watched from the car and asked all sorts of questions. I took her to a museum and we walked around the park. She especially loved feeding the ducks small bits of bread. We spent the afternoon watching a Shakespeare performance in the park and I thought we were going to have the perfect day. That was until we met the ice cream cart. The cart was surrounded by children, as ice cream carts tend to be, and Emily was drawn in by the bright colors. The real problem came when the man offered Emily an ice cream cone. Despite my insistance that we didn't need ice cream today, the man gave some to Emily for free. I tried to walk away before Emily could eat it, but she was curious, I never ate ice cream at home, and she tried it. Ice cream and electronics are not meant to go together, as anyone who has spilled some on a computer is aware.

We weren't nearly far enough out of the park when Emily started to spark, and despite my best efforts to scoop her up and leave, people noticed. They rushed over, assuming I'm sure, that something was wrong with my daughter. When they discovered what was really happening, and what she really looked like, the screaming started. I grabbed Emily and ran towards the car as fast as I could. The mob followed me, screaming about what an abomination she was, and what a terrible monster I was for creating her. I couldn't even pause to get the ice cream out of Emily's hand. That ended up being the biggest mistake I've ever made. By the time we were safely away in the car, she was shorted out and her motherboard was fried beyond repair. There was no way to bring Emily back.

When I got home I laid Emily to rest in the garden and returned sadly to my lab. I stared at my tools and the computer and quickly made a decision. Molly, is never going to be allowed to go into town.

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Till I next fail at failure.

It's 2011 Let's Make This Happen

Hello, dearest non-existent blog readers, how have you been? Really? That’s lovely. Being non-existent sounds quite fun. If you actually DO exist, you likely arrived here because of my 2011 goal to post a blog once a week and you’re trying to check and see if this is actually real. Surprise! Now, you should know that this does NOT mean I will regularly post on Mondays (or Tuesdays depending on where you live). Maybe later I will decide on a day to make a blog post, but for now it will remain whatever day I decide that it would be fun to publicly display my writing on the Internet. In case you’re wondering, I haven’t set a day for my vlogs either; we’ll just have to see.

I’m not sure what I’m going to use this blog for yet, but today I’m going to post some writing I did for 750words.com. 750words is a site where you post 750 words (privately) every single day. It’s a great way to get your creativity flowing, but it can get annoying sometimes, as you should be able to tell by reading my latest entry. I might share more of this as I go along, or I might blog about my day, and I will definitely be blogging about my ant farm. If you’re interested, stay tuned, and remember to comment.

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I know I shouldn't cheat but I'm sick and being sick makes you unexcited to do things like write 750 words to a computer program that is totally uncaring and doesn't even have the decency to bring you chicken noodle soup when you have the flu. You don't love me! I see how it is. This is it. I'm done with you, 750 words dot com! That's right, I used your full name, and I will continue to do so until I feel like you've gotten the point. Have you gotten the point 750 words dot com? Have you? I don't ask for much, you know, just the chance to be on pacific time and every once in awhile have you help me out because I'm feeling sick, or down, or just not at all in the mood for writing. Is that really too much? Any human would be willing to do this for me, why won't you? You're supposed to be there for me. You're supposed to support me. You were created for me, but all you do is take take take and make me feel bad. See that, I'm going to have a pause because I had to blow my nose. Blow my nose and you won't take any pity on me! No, you'll just keep counting the time away and mentioning loudly how long it took me to write. Well, I don't appreciate it! I might just have to take my writing moods somewhere else. I bet Blogspot would treat me better! I haven't seen him in over six months and does he hold it against me? No! He'd happily take me back in a second!

You, on the other hand, are determined to track and belittle me for every moment I spend apart from you. This is not how I'm meant to live! A girl should be free to write as much as she wants, when and where she wants, but you never let this happen! You keep me from expressing my creativity the way I feel like expressing it. You've become controlling, and I just can't deal with it anymore. I can't be kept on a leash like this. I can't be forced to deal with your need for 750 words EVERY DAY, while you continue to ignore my needs and desires! You never listen to me, or ask me how I'm feeling. You just sit there on the screen demanding that I fill your page with words of my own design. I just can't handle it anymore! What if I don't have any words? What if I want you to give me the words today? What if I'm sad, angry, stressed, and have no time? Would you care for me then? No, of course you wouldn't! You NEVER care about my life or want to help me. It's all about you You YOU! Well that's it! I'm finished! This is goodbye! No, it isn't 750 words, and I just don't care! Get your fix from someone else today 750 words dot com, cause I'm through with you! Now I'm going to cheat! I'm cheating and you get to see how YOU like it when I ignore YOUR wants and needs and feelings.

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If you made it all the way through all of those blah’s congratulations! You don’t win anything, but you can go about your day knowing that you are one of the few who read this entire blog. Granted, you’re one of the few who would actually read even the beginning of this blog, but that’s something isn’t it?

Till I next fail at failure.

* ever notice how once you read a word that many times it starts to look like it isn't a word anymore?

Wild July Adventure 2.0 Update

Some silly part of me thought that having internet in the car meant that I would blog everyday, but you, invisible readers, know me better than that. We've been on this journey for 4 days since my last blog, oops.

We had shows in Pittsburgh (which I just learned has an "H") and New York with The Next Great Adventour. Plus a show in Prince Frederick, Maryland with Grace of Snidget. It was a serious blast all of it, and I'm only a bit sad about not blogging.
It's been terribly hot and muggy, but every show is worth the sweat. I've met some seriously awesome people, too many to possibly list here, and saw a ton of old friends. Especially all my NYC friends, like Miryam.

I was planning to make this blog eloquent and full of wisdom and funny thoughts, but we all know how things go when I plan things...so I'll just leave you with a link to my tour vlogs.

Until I next fail at failure.

The Wild July Adventure 2.0 Begins

Today was the first day of the Love Will Prevail Tour and thus far it's been an absolute blast! There was a lot of work to do, packing the van, rolling shirts, cutting and wrapping frog cards, but it was worth every minute. The first show was in Buffalo and it was a success. There wasn't the biggest crowd, but they were happy to be there and it was a really neat venue. If any of you invisible readers live near Buffalo, NY please take time to check out Talking Leaves...Books. It's a really neat independent bookstore and they were totally awesome to us.



Besides selling merch at the show itself, I spent a fair bit of time in the van with Lena. We listened to some music and surfed the web (having internet in a car is fun) and just generally laughed a lot. Not much changed when we picked up Tianna. I love these girls so much, and we have a serious good time.

We spent the evening at Rachel's (Hermione in TFB) house and her parents made us a delicious dinner. I'm trying to be vegetarian on this tour and it's off to a pretty good start, but we'll see. After dinner Rachel took us to a milkshake place where they had outdoor seating that was giant rocking tables. The milkshakes were great and we had a blast just sitting and talking.

After the ice cream we returned to Rachel's house and I shot a tour vlog. It's not the most interesting, but feel free to watch it.



I wish I could better explain the hilarity that occured today but instead I will leave you with these thoughts. They might not make much sense, but they will make me smile.

"I thought that was a water bottle, but it's a bird."
"Those aren't real curly fries. They're curly...fries."
"My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard."
"Have you ever had a bad day where your friends ignore you and make it worse? This song is about that."
"Welcome to the Accio Bodyguard Tour...except it isn't."

Till I next fail at failure.

It's About Time

I'm betting we can all agree that it has been WAY too long since my last blog post, almost a year actually. So the question that must be on your minds dear nonexistent reader is "why now?" Well the simple answer is, because I felt like it. The longer answer will follow.

I've had a crazy wonderful life this year. Since meeting Lena and spending all the time with 730 I've been to Wrockstock, seen a ton of Wrock shows, and co-written a musical based on the last 200 pages of Deathly Hallows with Lena. I'm directing the show and it will be performed at Infinitus next month. The musical is called The Final Battle and I'm very excited about it. The entire production is a new experience. Casting, rehearsals, design, choreography, costumes, all of it happens over the internet. The roughly 70 people who make up our cast, crew, and orchestra won't see each other till the Wednesday before our Friday performance. Sometimes this scares the crap out of me, but most of the time it just makes me realize how wonderful the internet is and how blessed I am to be a part of this.

Outside of the Potter world I finished my fourth (of what will be five) year of college. I still love Econ and I still love college. I had a performing arts major as a roomie and she got me back into acting and all sorts of theater things. I'm rooming with her again next year and it promises to be an absolute blast. I've also found myself with a large crush (he's a Potter boy) that I'm hoping goes somewhere. Long distance is hard, but we've been surviving thus far and I have faith.

Now we come to the reason why I'm blogging again. As part of the build up to The Final Battle Lena decided to have a tour (her last Wrock tour) in July, and I'm going to be her merch girl. I get to travel to all of these places I've never been before and I'm going to have internet everywhere (my dad is letting me use his Verizon card). So buckle up kids because Wild July Adventure Volume 2 is about to get underway and it promises to be even more exciting than the first one.

The End of the Wild July Adventure

Honestly that is where I quit blogging everyday. Life and lack of internet caught up with me and this blog once again lived up to it's name. So here's a quick summary of what you missed.

I basically all but moved into Room 730, where I met some of my greatest Potter friends. There are memories there that will last forever. We had late night readings of dirty fanfiction, crazy singalongs, and created our own movie commentaries. James agreed to go with me to the ball (as friends) which made the night wonderful and stress free. I went with Lena to get her tattoo, which is amazing. I feel in love with Sally's humor and Sara's face. Susan and I talked long about nothing and Anna provided enough entertainment for all. I adventured with them around the hotel and around San Fran. I really can't wait to see them again.

Still the fun of Azkatraz had to end sometime. After I cried goodbye to friends new and old my cousin came to pick me up. She was in San Fran for a break from her missionary work in Yemen so it was nice to see her and her family. She has two sons and we had a lot of fun playing around in the park. They flew out the next morning and my aunt and I drove north to my mom's parents.

I spent the next week with my mom's parents. Grandpa and I hiked everyday and I saw a lot of the ocean and the redwoods. It made me really miss seeing it every summer, like I used to. We had fresh fruit every night and lots of delicious home cooked meals. The only bad thing about the entire time was that they only had dial-up internet. I really don't know how people used to survive.

Next it was time to visit my dad's parents. The time with Gram and Granp was spent creating art from the sea shells I had collected and visiting the zoo and Great Grandma. I learned to make fudge and once again ate a lot of delicious home made food. This was obviously to make up for all the crap I ate while in San Francisco. Then they drove me to Sacramento where I boarded the train that would take me home.

The train, as always, was an adventure in itself. A wonderful two day journey which I mostly spent reading and talking to the guys sitting next to me. One kid taught me to play poker, and I promptly beat him. The guy behind me told me all about how he had hoped on the train in order to escape going to jail. He was leaving his girlfriend and heading home to his mom while he figured out his life (the guy was about 40). He was a "free spirit" and just wanted to travel. I wasn't exactly sad to get off the train.

My brother picked me up when I got home and we went out to eat. It feels wonderful to be home and able to relax for a couple of weeks before heading back to school. Which reminds me I should pack for college.

Till I next fail at failure.