writing, reading, art, and randomness
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Meanwhile, here’s something the cat drew during a meeting::
-me♥w
It’s like my old pal, Jack Burton used to say…
Yes, sir, the check is in the mail…
Son of a b*tch must pay…
When I was younger, I loved that movie. It had this crazy antihero, girls with green eyes, a subterranean mansion/world, magic, and monsters. What’s not to like…?
Well, after Kissyface and I spent weeks convincing my family that it was the best movie ever, we decided to bring it over for some fun family entertainment.
I was embarassed.
I mean, it’s still cool. Kinda.
I didn’t like the characters so much. The special effects were cheesy. I didn’t understand half the motivations in the plot.
This brought me to three conclusions:
Your thoughts?
-M♥lly
So as much as I l♥ve you and l♥ve blogging, this week I’m calling it off.
I have to get some serious WRITING and READING done, and it’s not happening, so I’m changing my schedule up.
Feel free to leave me some funny jokes in the comments, I will probably need a good laugh.
Hope you’re all doing awesome.
-M♥lly
(Girl sits on porch during thunderstorm, her feet propped up on the iron railing. She has a book in her hand and three tears running down her cheek.)
*closes book*
*sighs*
*reopens book and rereads last three pages*
*sighs*
(Boy has been sitting in chair next to her, asleep. He hears book close and tries to pretend like he was awake the whole time.)
Boy: So was the book good?
Girl: It was…hmmm. *brushes away tears*
Boy: It was sad?
Girl: Well, it ended happy. I guess.
Boy: Hmmm. Want to ride bikes?
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So then I went on a rainy bike ride and thought about the book and lived happily ever after (or something like that).
I guess I was a little disappointed.
I mean, I liked the book.
I liked the characters (for the most part).
I even dragged reading the book out, so it wouldn’t end.
But I just didn’t feel it all the way.
It’s like that date with your dream guy, only to find out he has chronic bad breath and he’s kinda mean to his dog. A lot of people would look over stuff like that because he’s hott, but I just didn’t feel like settling for anything less than I hoped for.
So I take back Wednesday’s post about being in love. I was almost in love.
But it was a good book. Just not AH-MAY-ZING.
So, thanks to the great advice of agent Mary Kole, I will not reveal this book’s title, since I’m not saying the nicest things about it. But I will ask you if you’ve ever been really moved by a book that then let you down, resulting in you almost crying. (Well, maybe crying a little.) Or am I just too emotionally invested in the books I read? (Probably.) And I know I got your hopes up on Wednesday that I was going to reveal this super-amazing wonder-book, so I’m sorry–I will never again assume I’m in love until a book is good and over.
Anyways, I’m so over it. Hope you had an amazing weekend!!! Let me know if you found the one book…
-M♥lly
hmmm…
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*yawns* *stretches*
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*hums “O What a Beautiful Morning…”*
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Oops
It’s Monday, isn’t it?
Huh.
Well, it doesn’t feel like one. Maybe that’s why I forgot to blog.
But I remembered!!! yay!
let me know if you’ve come up with anything better–
and I allllllmost feel ready to start re-revising. Which I will tomorrow.
I highly recommend the above activities or similar ones to anyone recuperating from reviseitis (inflammation of the revision).
-M♥lly
at least that’s what’s worked for me. teehee.
syke.
Now for the real meat of this post (double syke):
courtesy of Kari, my sweet, here are 3(3) random things about me. (I might not do this right…)
And now for my contest entry::::::
TESSA GRATTON TAMES LIONS (and she writes books, too!)
visit her at tessagratton.com
You should so enter the contest, too, because I want to see your cartoons, and cause you can win a Linger ARC or other coooool books.
have a beautiful day!!
peace♥
Sincerest apologies for the changing face of mbwcreates. I’m still working on it…
I am one of those people who like to move the furniture around every couple months — just for a change — until I find the perrrrfect look and then I’ll keep it for a little longer.
It is so late and playing with my blog is the last thing I should be doing.
It can overwhelm the viewer.
And chaotic, cluttered plots and casts can nauseate your readers.
I’m pretty sure I’m good at creating clutter overwhelming and nauseating.
(unfortunately.)
So instead of a page full of pretty colored spatters, I now have a tidy little banner of them.
Same goes for my novel. As I’m revising pages to send to critique buddies, I’m trying to cut out the frayed ends and false starts and maybe a few extraneous characters. (Except for Bora…sorry M.G. 
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I thought it would be a bit more painful, but every time I snip a person, place, or thing out of my story I always feel like I’ve got a bit more room to breathe. It’s kinda like pruning a garden and then stepping back and seeing how much more aesthetically pleasing it has become.
There will still be chaos. It’s my style in a weird, colorful way. But it will be streamlined and reasonable chaos. (Or maybe that’s an impossibility looking back at that sentence heh.)
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Peace ♥
So I made a promise to myself a long time ago (in a galaxy far, far away) (okay, not really on that last part) that I would not grow up too much.
I mean, I’d be responsible and pay my bills and hold down a steady job, but all that stuff would never get into my head all the way.
I still wanted my imagination.
My sense of wonder.
My ridiculously happy-go-lucky-i-love-everyone attitude.
(When I was a kid, my mom used to beg me to stop talking to the strangers at the grocery store. I was crazy about people. seriously.)
But it hasn’t been so easy. There are a lot of dark people, places, events that are hard not to get overwhelmed by.
Also, I underestimated the entirely draining power of a desk job.
I used to cry because this was not how I pictured my grown-up self, stuck at a desk, not painting or drawing or writing or making jewlery or exploring parks or hanging out with my family. And I would tell myself, “write yourself out of it, girl.”
So I did. I wrote and wrote and wrote. Not all of it was good. But I suddenly had a fresh wind on the embers of my heart and my passion flared up and no one knew what to do with me anymore because I was like a hyper-active kid once again.
beautiful, no?
But sometimes my writing can be really weird. Like really weird. I’m half tempted to cut some of it out of my novel. Where did this come from??? I ask myself.
Lady LovelyLocks
And then yesterday,
an image popped into my head and I knew.
LADY LOVELYLOCKS. Suddenly, I could see her beautiful, multicolored, rodent-ridden hair.
How had I forgotten how she had fascinated me???
And I loved Duchess Ravenwaves because she was beautiful (evil, but beautiful).
Duchess Ravenwaves
Grown ups are scared of chipmunks and birds scampering through their tresses, but Lady LovelyLocks embraced it!
Whoever thought her up must have known it was a really weird idea, but they used it anyways, building and shaping and elaborating until there was a whole amazing world full of beautiful puppies and ponies and princesses for little girls to fall in love with.
What about Teddy Ruxpin?? (yes, I know I’m dating myself here) HE FLEW IN AN AIRSHIP. His best friend, Grubby, looked like a weird BUG. There were purple and orange and green mushrooms everywhere. 
GENIUS!
And David the Gnome. HE RODE ON A FOX. THERE WERE TROLLS. magical magical magical. I remember waking up really early to watch it on the Spanish channel because they canceled it on Nick jr. My dad would always ask me if I knew what they were saying. NO. BUT YOU COULD TELL FROM THE PICTURES.
THE REALLY COOL PICTURES.
Can you see where the seeds of my weird ideas were planted?
Fraggle rock. Grownups don’t like the idea of small, furry puppets burrowing tunnels under their homes and linking to other dimensions and sharing dreams. BUT WHEN I WAS A KID IT WAS AMAZING!!!
The worst part is that adult-me had forgotten all about these cool stories until that weird spark of remembrance yesterday when it all came flooding back.
So you know what? I think I’ll let my inner kid have some fun and I’ll keep working on my weird and crazy, fantastical ideas.
Have a beautiful weekend.
Peace♥
So my mom sent me some pictures. Maybe you’ve seen them, but I hadn’t. I was shocked.
as my co-worker said,
IT ACTUALLY MADE ME A LITTLE SAD. But that’s beside the point. WOW, our mindset as a culture has changed so much in so many ways over one single century. The meanings of words have changed, what’s considered acceptable has changed. The way people look has changed. Cars have changed (Actually they were invented and then they changed). Advertising has changed.
These ads are so dated. Please see below. Feel free to laugh (or cry).
Beer is nourishing for baby, right?
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Oooo I'm so weak. I can't even open up ketchup bottles. I hate being female.
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If you put cheesy cliches and buzzwords in your narrative and dialogue…
Mommy, why don't you smoke to take the edge off being a mom??
Papa says it won't hurt us. REALLY?????
Right.
Sugar's got what it takes. make it stop.
mmm...just swallow tape worms and you will be skinny!!
I'm a man, I wear ties, get me my breakfast, little woman. You don't know it, but there is arsenic in his coffee.
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your readers are going to think it sounds really lame ten years from now.
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You might even make them want to cry or punch you.
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Think of original phrases. Like a spirited writer who yearns to be tamed.
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If you eat lots of sugar, you will have the energy to come up with creative phrasings.
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So don’t be too groovy man or your book will become a #datedfail.
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Twitter hashtags will probably be #datedfails in a couple years.
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Have a beautiful Friday!!!!
Peace♥
oh, silly, silly me. Did you catch the typo in my earlier post? The one about getting the grammar revision done by…what was it? Oh, 2/6/10. Why didn’t I catch that? I meant 2/13/10. Sometimes I hit my goals, and sometimes I don’t. Especially when I leave the printed copy of my manuscript at work over the weekend. Oh the genius!
Speaking of genius…Another contest is coming up! I just need to enter by Feb 21st!
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