And a Happy New Year!

Here’s hoping your 2010 (it feels so weird to have that ‘1’ there) is safe, happy, and healthy. Mine too of course :D

Has anyone else made a new year’s resolution? I made one last year, but…it didn’t work out. Aside from the fact that I’m never able to keep them anyway, this one kind of crashed and burned. Badly. We’re talking 2nd degree burns people. I really shouldn’t, but I can’t resist. I’ve resolved to (as of now) be more motivated in this 2010 especially about writing.

That’s it…niccccccee and vague. –evil grin- Perfect.

And now, because, well, because I want to, and technically speaking this is actually writing. It’s still kinda procrastination, but in a way it can be called ‘character development’…wait a minute.
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I’M MAKIN’ A MEME! WOO!
Oh, and I should probably tell you what it is too.

So now, (drum-roll please) here’s the resolutions my some of my characters would make. :D Let’s see who can keep theirs ;):

Faintly Macabre:

Rachel Garza: I resolve to…I dunno, be more decisive. Yes. No. Wait. No, I kid, I kid. Uh, lessee, I resolve to be less impulsive. Think about the consequences of things before I do stupid stuff. Then I’ll do the stupid stuff :D

Lenora Garza: You know Rachel, just because you parents are ghosts doesn’t mean we want you to be too -shakes head- I guess it’s a start. I resolve to get things done around the house more. Be more motivated in the things I do. I’m going to stop wasting time, and that way I’ll have more time for myself :)

Russ Garza: Oh wow, you actually had one before, didn’t you… hrm, I guess I resolve to stop scaring the, uh, sherbet out of drunks whenever I see them go by. Just when they annoy me.

Lenora: -rolling eyes- honestly, you two…

Warren Holloway: I, uh, I guess I resolve to be more…sociable..? Oh, and get better with working with things with triple synchronized pistons*. Or get better. Actually, you know, I think I’ll just do that.

Becah Nightshade: Do I really have to do this? Ugh, I guess maybe I should resolve to be more…tactful? Aw, **** it. It’ll never work…

Marla Sorenson: I’ll smile. Or laugh. Or, oh, I don’t know, do something cheerful. How about a joke?

Becah: For some reason I know I’m going to regret this but sure. Shoot.

Marla: Alright, alright, um, lets see, what goes ‘scratch, scratch, pop’?

Becah: You got me, what?

Marla: A kitten in a pottery kiln! :D

Becah: … D8

Everyone else: …D8 …

Demon Lord Foreii: -falls over laughing-

Marla: oh screw this…

The Grim Reaper: I resolve to try to improve my memory so I can make sure none of my loved ones are swindled into any more fiendish plots because I forgot to do something. Mind you, it’ll be a bit hard considering I CAN’T EVEN FREAKING REMEMBER HOW OLD I AM AND THEY WON’T LET ME DIE BECAUSE I’M APPARENTLY ‘DEATH ITSELF’ AND…( goes off on a rant )

Marla: Great. Well now you got him started. You’ve got to remember, he’s basically an old man (albeit one with a lot of upper arm strength) who’s been denied grand children for a bit too long and who can’t physically die. It’s a bit frustrating, as you can imagine. I’ll bet it’s bad for him too.**

Foreii, Demon of the Final Sentence: I guess I should resolve to be less dramatic. At least when I’m doing important things. And maybe I should check out Peter’s Evil Overlord list too…

Plot: I pwomis to exist! ***

One of the General Concepts: -sheepishly-Yeah, I promise I’ll try to be less like Bleach. It’s not intentional, I swear!

Oh, and because it’s a meme I have to add instructions:
Take the cast of characters from one WIP (work in progress) that you have. List them and what their new year’s resolutions would be/are:
see above
Okay, now this is the place where most memes say ‘tag some people’, but I’ve always hated that part, so instead, I want you to make up some reason why you can’t be bothered to tag people. Make it good too. If you want to do it, then please, go ahead.



*I am not mechanically minded whatsoever. I have no idea what triple synchronized pistons are, or even if they exist or are hard to work with. Pleasedonteatme.

** The Grim Reaper is Marla’s boss.

*** Yes, my plot has a speech impediment. Do you have a problem with that? No, really, do you? We’re taking a poll.

Foreii, Demon of the Final Sentence

here are some sketchy, grundgy speedpaints of everybody's favorite antagonist: Demon Lord Foreii.



the first one is just a headshot, with all his hair blowing around. The second one actually has a story. Sort of. When drawing it, I found out that he has/had a wife. She was human, but had a dark, almost evil aura about her. Ironically, and having nothing to do with the story, she was incredibly macabre. And from some well-to-do family. She became bored with it all, and she she decided to kill herself. she was hanging herself on that tree when she first met Foreii. he'd known about her for a while, what with her dark aura (even as I'm writing it, it sounds silly) and watched her hang. She was short, didn't weigh too much and so it took a long time for her to die. After a while, she became scared and didn't want to die anymore. That's when Foreii stepped out.
If you're thinking that he helped her, you're even more of a hopeless romantic than I am.
He taunted her, because of course, she had made sure there was no escape (the branch goes out over the sea, so there's no going back) and teased her about brining about her own painful death. She then died, and (as he is the demon lord of condemnation) her spirit came to him for judgement. She throttled him (well, her soul/ghost did)and killed him twice(demons can die, they just don't stay dead for more than 2 minuets). And so, for her eternal punishment, he decided that she would be his wife. He likes 'em fiesty I guess.
So anyway, eventually they fell in love, and they would hang innocents from that same branch, and watch as the sun went down.
eventually she may have become a demon herself. Or, she may have been banished to some plane of exsistance where freedom has no meaning.
Here, he's hanging someone by himself, though I'm not sure why his wife's not there. Maybe she was bannished.
Either way, their a cute couple.
Ooh!Ooh! and, she has nothing to do, whatsoever, with the story. I don't think she's even in it.

Artsies =3

I was looking at my blog and I noticed it looked rather drab, so I decided to get some of my character designs for Faintly Macabre down (book I'm writing, or rather, outlining) and mess with some different brushes. And yes, that is Warren's enormous cowlick, not a strange new growth.

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NOTE: my computers been doing weird things when I try to sign into blogspot, and so today I enlisted my dad to help. He got it fixed, and also found out that I have a blog. My mom didn't know either. This is because I didn't tell anyone.
They asked me why, and if it was weird and I said that it might be (weird), but that's because I'm writing this based on the assumption that nobodies reading it.
My dad then compared this to streaking in your basement.
That, dear readers (no, this is not contradictory. It is merely me when I pretend you're reading. Yes, you.) is the bast comparison I have heard all year. Best one I've ever heard in my life in fact. But the real question is does that make you, the (possibly imaginary) reader feel awkward?
(remember, in this comparison, you are the creepy people who are peeking through the windows, watching me streak in the basement)
YET ANOTHER NOTE: oh, and yes, Marla can talk without opening her mouth. She's just that cool

Townsfolk=evil incarnate= ><((((º> ???

Hey, look, I'm posting :D
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but anyways...
so, a couple nights ago, I woke up in the middle of the night. This happens to me a lot. I know there are a bunch of insomniacs, people who can't fall asleep, but I wonder if I'm the only one who will wake up during ungodly hours of the night and can't get back to sleep?
It's annoying. Though, this specific time a couple nights ago, I decided that I was going to do something constructive with my time, so from 1:45 AM to 4:55 AM, I wrote a plot outline.
Something I'm noticing now that I'm typing it up is that, well, my towns people are evil. Just look:
- Superstitious townsfolk afraid, and so decide to sacrifice baby to appease spirits
o Leave it on doorstep
... 0_o
and it's not just in this story. In almost every other story I've written/drawn that has small, rural villages in it, the people who live in them are they types of people who, when something is new or different, (usually in reaction to my main characters though) they respond with torches, pitchforks, and rally around the cry of "Not like us!" They're also really superstitious. Always. I dunno if it's just a reoccurring plot device or what, but...man, I'm going over some of my other stuff. My townsfolk are just evil. There's no other way to put it.
I'm not complaining about this or anything, I actually kinda like how I tend to write, violent, superstitious, arsonistic (what? dude, that's totally a word), unaccepting towns. I think it adds character. After all, The Lottery is a classic, and horrible townspeople is their whole plot. That and the whole, town lottery thing.
Still, in case you ever get stuck in one of my books, I suggest that if you are anything but the most normal person ever and a cousin of at least two people in town, to not stay in any small, rural towns.
Because that's totally something that would happen.
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yeah...
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Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! For christmas today I got these absolutly amazing gloves. They're knit, dark red, and the fingers are left open. They're like hobo gloves, except they're nice and they go almost-but-not-quite up to my elbows. MY FINGERS WILL NEVER GET COLD TYPING AGAIN.

hope that you've had an equally wonderful day, Lokii out.
EDIT: It wouldn't let me use all my lables and so, petty creature that I am, I'm putting them up here:
Faintly Macabre, FM, Lokii, quote, reverse insomnia, superstitious townsfolk, The Lottery, hobo gloves, awesome gloves, the color of dark red, rant, I should be doing something else right now, hai, why are you still reading this?, writing, winter, never again, ungodly hours