The Red Queen

Okay. I am not going to apologize again. I haven’t been posting. It’s been hectic. I’m trying to get back into everything. To add insult to injury I didn’t even post the last two weeks of webcomics. I will be getting that done soon.

SO! LET ME GIVE YOU A FEW UPDATES!

LAST NIGHT! I was in a fashion show as the queen of spades. Are you ready to see me all scary and stuff? READY! REALLY! ARE YOU READY! *is a little hyper*
http://s7.photobucket.com/albums/y290/cese/Red%20Queen/
BE AFRAID! In some of those photos I think I look a bit like Hatchet Face from Cry Baby. Other then that I think I looked awesome.

The Fashion show was fun. I mentioned the fact that I was 25 and I was told AGAIN that I didn’t look 25. Confused and not sure what to think, as this was about the 5th time I’ve heard it in the past 2 weeks, I mentioned the fact that I wasn’t sure if it was a good or bad thing. I was told I looked 18 or 19. I felt pretty good. That’s 7 years shaved off of my age so I am feeling pretty nifty at the moment.

My daughter and son walked the runway as well. Troy walked with me and he did really good and my daughter walked with her best friend Avery and they got a adorable laugh and they enjoyed every second of the not waiting portions of the night. They absolutely loved the dresses my mum made, I loved the dresses my mum made and I WILL be getting more pictures soon. The ones I posted above are from after the show that I took when I got home, unfortunately everyone else got undressed pretty quickly.

After the show I came home, tweeted like a mad woman and passed out!

During the show some guys thought I looked awesome in my costume! My mum did a great job! Also a few looked like Glambert (aka Adam Lambert) Sadly I had more glitter in my hair then they had on them which made me a little more Glambert then them but they were still good looking. One of them looked like the actor that played John Connor in the original T2 movie. Older of course, like he had grown up, but he was really hot. Guyliner FTW!

I’m moving soon. It wasn’t planned but it is necessary so things are still stressful here. No promises on constant updates but I will be updating when I can. I will especially update when I’m less stressed because I enjoy giving everyone a play by play on my day. It keeps my brain a little more lucid which is good for an addled brain like mine.

I’m back to RPing. I’m on two sites, one of which I own and operate. I am enjoying it but I am going to try and continue to write outside of RP but again, that whole stress deal. I’ve been more stressed then normal because I contracted myself to do some work and I felt a little more pressured then I would have liked. It made my brain shut down from IPB coding. I know I’m not willing to sacrifice my mind for something that will hurt me and my kids in the long run and so I’m done with that. I might still do freelance but it will have to be on my own terms. No more coding on someone else’s terms or time. It is my time and my brain, people will have to live with it that way.

I think that is it for now. I will post more hopefully tomorrow! Goodnight everyone!

Not so productive day

Well today was productive in the fact that my daughter’s teacher came and my daughter learned. I find my daughter might not be able to go to the zoo on Friday because she doesn’t have a vaccine. Bullshit IMO. They are full of fail. She obviously missed a vaccination in the traveling even though I’ve thought she’s always been up to date. Obviously my brain is broken because I like listened or something? But she didn’t get her stupid Chicken Pox one and that will prevent her from going to the zoo on Friday. *fail*

Worked a little on tomorrow’s comic. I will work on it more vigorously tomorrow morning and hopefully have it posted by the afternoon. You will see it tomorrow. I have the elements all made and so it just requires the put together part.

I wrote a bit of a fic before I wrote this. You’ll see a password protected entry, that’s because it’s not done but I published that so a friend could read it for me. When I complete that part I will post and either make that post public or give you the password. Either way, for now it is private.

Short post tonight. I’m tired.

PS. 3.1 Beta went live on the IPB boards today!!

PSS. Join Wootflakes or baby elephants will die!!

Elizabeth Part One

It was all there. All familiar. All necessary.

It was like a checklist in her mind as she went about the tasks of her job. As each thing was completed she was able to tick off the box and continue to the next. If something wasn’t completed it messed with her balance, it made her irritable and it just became messy. She wasn’t messy.

She ticked off the box in her mind of preparation. The tools of her trade were neatly laid out on the table beside her, a shimmering display of silver on a mat black tray. Each glimmering item had a story, each one had a use but they weren’t always used. Her job didn’t always require the use of each of them even if she wished that it did.

Another box in her mind ticked off as the man began to breath rapidly and wriggle in his confinements. She quietly hushed him like a mother would a screaming child, cooing softly and running her fingers over his half bald head. “Hush, it will all be over soon. Once I have what I need then you will be free to go. It’s an easy trade. The faster you give it to me, the faster your able to leave,” she smiled, her white teeth shining down at him. She always thought that it gave a false sense of security. Made them think good things, making her job easier. What she didn’t know was that her sweaty face and exposed part of her body, the smeared dark lines around her eyes, the scraggly hair around her face made her bared teeth made her appear more like an alligator.

“What am I doing here? Let me go you stupid bitch! Let me out of here! Do you know who I am?” the man yelled at her angrily.

She hummed quietly as she frowned. She checked off the initial anger in her mind. Even if she didn’t like it she knew that it was necessary. Without it, or despair, then the entire thing didn’t work. She just happened to prefer the despair over the anger.

Gently she tapped the top of his head as she stood up straight and moved outside of the man’s peripheral vision. He began to thrash more violently. “I already told you how I would let you go, are you ready to give me what I want?” she asked him calmly, the clinking metal of her tools causing the man to pause in his thrashing to attempt to discern what she was doing.

She looked over her shoulder at him, his head pushing against the restraints in attempt to peer over at her, “Wha-what do you want?” he asked gulping hard. Probably his pride, he had asked her if she knew who he was. She did, it was one of her check marks. It was required before continuing through her course of actions.

She smiled to herself as she lifted a needle and an object that looked similar to a melon baller. “What do I want?” she echoed after a few moments delay. She tinked the objects together before she turned to face the man again. “I think you’ll be able to accommodate me without much effort,” she explained as she walked back over to the side of the table where he was strapped, the ominous click of her heels echoing in the otherwise empty room. She leaned over the man, the sweet, alligator-like, smile still on her face.

“What I want from you is your voice and your life,” she explained to him as his trashing started again, more violent then before.

“You’re the one…. the one from the news! The Bay Harbor Butcher…”

She tilted her head back and laughed. It wasn’t a light laugh. No. It was more of the type of laugh that you hear out of a truly amused person, the deep guttural chuckle of someone truly entertained.

Her laugh came to an abrupt halt as she slammed her hands on the table beside him, her earlier sweet smile turned into a true snarl of rage. “Don’t insult me with your media trash. I’m ten times the serial killer then the Butcher was. I leave a legacy of death in my wake. You should feel honored to be a victim of mine,” she said the rage falling off of her face almost as quickly as it came. She pushed herself gently away from the table where the man lay, her head tilting from side to side as she mulled over a thought in her mind. “If you must know who I am then I will tell you. I’m Elizabeth. I’m not in the news, and intend to stay that way,” she explained as she lifted the tools in her hand to eye level.

“Elizabeth what?” the man asked, his voice quavering with the fear and understanding he lacked moments ago. “Elizabeth will do,” she informed him noncommittally as she discreetly leaned over the table and lifted the slender needle up. “Now it’s time for that voice that you promised me,” she said to him as the needle’s point sank into the soft flesh of the eye.

The screaming echoed in the small room as Elizabeth marked another box off in her mind. She set the other tool down, leaving the needle in the man’s eye. She retrieved another item from the tray, the man’s whimpering intensified as it heard the rattling around.

Elizabeth grabbed a scalpel and with a deft movement it was sank deeply into the man’s flesh. She pushed hard, wiggling the instrument to get a louder sound from the man…….

Demon Doodles

So I’ve been writing, or more plotting a story out and designing a world while I was at it. I know, it’s a lot of work but really I wanted to make something strange and more like me.

So to get onto the title description, demon doodles!! Why are they demon doodles? Because I was on a roll until I started doodling and it killed my roll. It was like a deep ditch on a hill, it totally throws you out of whack! Worse still? I didn’t even start my doodling on the paper I was writing my story ideas on…. No, I started doodling on my knuckles and then I transferred them to my paper and continued from there. It was like the doodles killed my writing buzz because since then I’ve been doodling and not writing or coming up with more ideas.

Continuing on from that subject, back onto my writing, I am considering beginning a type up of my world/story creation questions for myself (and maybe part of it I can give to others when I like them enough) so people can figure out how to make their own worlds. I don’t know, it’s an idea. I am more of an ideas person then a follow through person but I intend on getting this written to it’s fullest. I have a composition book, I intend to fill it with my ideas and then get to writing. I already have a character in development and might even doodle him if I can’t get out of the doodle funk tonight.I’m not an artist but I have some ideas and I can flesh them out with time.

What keeps you writing and what kills your buzz? Obviously one of mine is doodles *or more visual arts*.

A Whole New World

Okay… I think I said in a previous post I wouldn’t use lines from movies and songs to title my entries. I lied obviously. Sorry to those that actually believed me. I will try to be more careful in the future but I don’t promise anything.

SO! Today I’ve been working on creating my own little world. I’m actually working on how to make it the way I want it. I’m a little weird and I want it to be in a particular fashion and I don’t want it to be a “Because I said so” sort of thing. I want there to be a good reason as to why the world works the way it does. Currently I either have that I’m going to make up my own version of the big bang theory and make the world into an oval or a coin sort of thing. OR I’m going to have it rotate very slowly and have a steampunk mechanism that deflects sunlight. I already have a few sketches that I’ve been drawing up of how to work it exactly. They are the super preliminary drawing do-dads but it’s no where near complete.

That being said I’m writing a story once I get it all figured out. It will be great. I am going to work on stuff and see where it goes. Yay me!!

Just thought you guys might want to know where my life is going.