Saturday, October 23, 2010

Fall is in the air

The leaves are simply stunning, and the cool, crisp air is delicious!
This is my favorite time of year.

School is good...not without its frustrations, but fairly low-stress this semester.
Full Moon celebration tonight with some girl friends...should be fun.
The theme of this month's full moon is commitment, so that's cool.

I felt like I had things to say...
but then I really don't.

I was looking for some files the other day and stumbled across my first Nanowrimo submission, and spent a few minutes reading the first chapter. It made me smile. I like it.

My life is a happy ball of chaos; boys, boys, BOYS.
I've been hiding in great books for the past couple of months...just makes me want to write something.
Something good, something real.
But still I hesitate.
(cuz what if I FAIL??? heh. silly me.)
I've been attending a Zumba class with an exceptional teacher for the past 5 weeks.
Only making it once a week, but now that my summer job has ended, I plan to turn that into twice a week.
And hopefully I can keep doing other stuff, too.

It's weird to be blogging...

Here's my latest creative writing assignment--the assignment was to write an argument between two equals, in dialog only.


“We’re not equals.”

“You think you’re better than me?”

“I think this is a stupid conversation.”

“So now you’re calling me stupid.”

“Dude. Come on. Look at the big picture, ok?”

“How can I look at the big picture, with you blocking my view?”

“Maybe I think you’re better than me.”



“Uh-huh. This from the guy who wouldn’t even let me design the cover of the last video game? You’re such a control freak! You think you’re better. Just admit it.”

“Come on, Jack…”

“I’m sick of you acting like you’re the only one who’s a real grown up, Seth! Just because you sit in an office and wear suits every day, doesn’t make you more successful or even better at this job.”

“I never said that. Just calm down.”

“No! You’ve always treated me like your little brother. And I’m sick of it.”

“That’s ’cause I always had to look out for you.” (Quietly)

“What was that?” (He grabs the front of his brother’s shirt.)

“Mom asked me to. When we were little, like 6 or something. She said you weren’t as--”

“Liar.” (Their identical faces are just millimeters apart.)

“No, it’s true. You were always a little behind, and I made sure you didn’t become a target.”

(Jack shoves his brother against the wall and draws back to punch him.)

“It hasn’t been like that for a long time, ok? Chill the fuck out! But I can’t just give you the lead on this game. You show up, out of the blue, and want a piece of the company. We haven’t even seen each other in over a year, and the last time we did… (he sighs)…the last time we did, one of us ended up with a black eye.”

(The brothers step apart, staring at each other, somewhat out of breath.)

“I don’t want to work for you.”

“Good. I don’t want you to work for me, either.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“I want you to work with me.”


“Everyone agrees your style is edgy, more unique than anything we’ve put out so far. The truth is we need you on our team.”

“Well why didn’t you just say so?” (Jack punches his brother in the shoulder, lightly.)

“Maybe cuz I didn’t want to get another black eye?”

“Hey, you started it!”

“I guess I did—that time.”

“Whatever happened to Lainey-the-legs, anyway?”

“Last I heard she was living on some commune…(he clears his throat)…pretty sure she’s a lesbian now.”

(The boys chuckle).

“Well, I hope it wasn’t because of us.” (There is a twinkle in Jack’s eye.)

“I’m sure it was.” (Seth sounds regretful.)

“Her loss. So when do I start?”

“Are you sure you want to do this? I mean…it is a big commitment. These projects can take months, maybe even up to two years, until all the final testing is done.”

“So are you trying to tell me I’ll be stuck here for the next couple of years? No sky diving, no surfing, no living out of a backpack?”

“That about sums it up. Can you handle it?”

“It’s gonna cost ya.”

“It already has.”