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"I'm actually starting to get tired of looking at maps," Marlon said as he sipped his tea at the table. "I've been looking at them for so long that when I look at a blank wall, I see a map. Clear sky--there's a map on it. Still pool of water--maps. By now I bet I could fly over a city I've never seen before and make an accurate map of it without any mistakes just from that one flyover."
"That's actually a useful skill, Marly," Ainu said, sprawled out over a few cushions, the escorts that had been with him on either side. "You might want to practice that when you get the chance."
"I thought I told you not to call me Marly," Marlon said irritably.
"And I thought I told you to loosen up and join me one of these nights," Ainu said, "but we can't always have what we want, right?"
Marlon scoffed. "What are you thinking with?"
"I think you know the answer to that."



So far we've established:

  • Marlon HATES being called Marly
  • Ainu's a horndog
  • MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPS
  • Cabin fever is a bitch
  • MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPS
  • Ainu's so shameless his picture's next to the definition
  • MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPS.
  • And last but not least if it wasn't obvious the answer to that question is "his cock."
railenthe: (AWESOMEFACE)

Sharon thought that the afternoon was complete: her homework done, errands run, a tall green tea in one hand. Notebooks sat on the outside patio table in a neat stack, and next to them were other books, mostly comics of various origin.

A crashing sound a few yards to the northwest got her attention—a crashing sound that was soon followed by a lot of cursing, Curious, she set her tea down and jogged in the direction of all the noise. The majority stopped rather quickly, however, ending with one loud, final-sounding thud.

“What in the…?”

The only sign that anything had happened were the bricks near one of the juniper shrubs. She looked at those bricks for a long time before checking the shrubbery.

It took her a while to realize that not all of the green in that shrub was shrubbery. A very familiar shock of green hair blended in quite well with the juniper debris.

“Holy—Lowell?”

 

Lowell seems to be having a bad day. ^^

railenthe: (Happy camper)
I'm calling it a break for now, because more caffeine right now isn't a good idea and I am beginning to get a kink in my shoulder.

But check this out. It's an excerpt from what I've got so far. Right now, all you need to know is: Brayden is eighteen. Lowell is sixteen. Both of them can be, like, twelve, sometimes.

Meet Lowell and his brother, Brayden… )

I love these two brothers.
railenthe: (*sweatdrop*)

Intended to be a flash fiction challenge prompted by the BG of Ommwriter, wound up being a little longer than I intended. Entirely off the top of my head, written in the span of about a half hour or so. I didn't know where it was going until the punch bowl--which became a running gag of sorts. I'd intended on warming up for Camp NaNoWriMo with this and suddenly...WEIRD.

I don't have a topic for said event but am considering expanding this somehow. I'd better come up with something!

Intro Flag(weird fiction below!) )

BSE's suck

Jan. 4th, 2011 10:25 pm
railenthe: (Chibi Sora)
 From now on I think I travel everywhere with a substantially sized hunk of bread.  Or at least hard candy.

Four days behind on JanNo.  I'm going to have to seriously buckle down.

As it goes, I have only the Scrivener document started.  Nothing in it yet.  It sits there, teasing me, doing Stewie's "ya gonna write that novel, hmm?" joke.

railenthe: (what the?)
 

Tomorrow is the first day of the new year: January 1, 2011.


 

A new year, and a new set of resolutions that probably won’t be happening. It’s not that I don’t have the will-power—things keep happening. I resolved to go back to class this year, and then the season that would have gotten me the money to do so got shot because my knee blew out at work.


 

I resolved to work out enough so that I had defined abs, and that didn’t happen—partly because of the knee, mostly because of the crap state of mind that came with it.


 

I resolved to write that damn novel and—wait a second, I DID that one. Never mind. XD


 


 

 

Next up! )

 

railenthe: (Tired)
 Therefore, I instead sit awake right now, blogging about nothing much in particular.

It's kind of hot now that the boiler's been fixed.  Which is a good thing, really: it's easier to correct an over hot room in the winter than one that is overly cold.

I'm getting ready to draft something for the column, but I'm going to need sleep.  I'll submit it on Tuesday, methinks:  It gives me enough time to find information relevant to the area.  I'm thinking this week of going to the local gaming destinations and getting thoughts on some of the new stuff that's out.  Catching my attention recently are some of the download-ables like Limbo and Super Meat Boy, which I hear is REALLY HARD.  Like Nintendo Mega Man hard.  Which is HARD.

I'm also getting ready for JanNoWriMo.  It's like NaNoWriMo, but in January and without prizes.  (Speaking of prizes, I better check to see when they're talking Scrivener's release date.

Then there's mundane things like the apartment.  My dust mop's trying to break, and I'm going to have to tape it back together before I can do very much with it.
railenthe: (WTF?)
 I’ve let a few pieces of my draft sit for a while, and it’s getting to the point where it’s getting moderately frustrating.

So what happened? )

 

 
railenthe: (Default)
I printed a copy of my certificate.  I want to do it on a piece of nice cardstock when I get the chance and then hang it up in a frame.  The quality right now is meh, especially since I did this in grayscale.  My tricolor cartridge is a sample-fill, and so there isn't much in it to begin with even though the printer was brand new.

NaNo Certificate
railenthe: (Default)
So one of the perks of winning at NaNoWriMo is getting a free proof copy of the novel.  Most often, a proof copy is a copy of the book, done up in a proper book format, used for—well, proofreading.

I'm just trying to decide if I am going to wait until I've gotten at least one round editing in before I grab it (I have until June) or if I'll just jump on it right now, grab it ASAP and spend a couple of months running circles around my skeptical family saying "HEY, SEE I WROTE IT" before I do that.

The latter does sound like fun.  I kow I just won't be able to put up with it until I edit it, though, which is what is stopping me.  I'll confess that without the panicky deadline over my head I'm a little demotivated right now.

Meh, I'll FIND a way to motivate myself again.  I really want to feel this book in my hands…
railenthe: (Default)
51775 Words.

I made it.

I wrote the novel I've said I would!

I WROTE A FREAKING NOVEL!!!!!!

*collapses*
Oh god I wrote a  novel.  XD
railenthe: (Default)
railenthe.deviantart.com/journal/35698369/

It's located on my dA page, obviously....

But it's up at last.  At least the first two pieces of it, which are a prologue and a first chapter.

Give it a shot if you get the chance.

As a bribe, there will likely be more cereal!fic soon.
railenthe: (Princesses pwn.)
First off, to anyone on my list who keeps seeing me at the top update page, I forgot to mention that I have occasional bouts of productivity that I have no idea where they come from.

What follows is something that I ripped from an 'in progress' folder.  It makes sense as a standalone, though, and I need to enrich my portfolio.  So here I go.  (The piece I skipped was blatant smut, but I might be putting it in sooner or later.)  Kind of experimental, written in the present tense the entire way through.

Information:  It's old but I'm actually satisfied with how I did.  So :p

So, here I am then, writing this stuff down just in case that it decides to go somewhere.

© Railenthe. 2008

 

Seer – (Follow-up to “Touch of the Gods”)

Author: Railenthe

Genre: Uh…General, I guess

Rating: PG-13 for some language

 

Pairings: ???/???; allusions to previous encounter of Yggdrasil/Ebon/Lauden

Warnings: Slashy.

 

Statistics—Words: 1,809 | Lines: 109 | Paragraphs: 29 | | Date Started: Sunday, March 23, 2008 | Date Finished: Sunday, March 23, 2008 3:15:26 PM |

 

 

Seer )

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