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DEVIN BOND
Thoughts of a wanna-be author and student.


Showing posts with label crusade challenges. Show all posts
Showing posts with label crusade challenges. Show all posts

February 22, 2011

Stupid Dam

First things first, thanks for all the comments on the challenge post! Now to answering it. One, I do have a niece. She's adorable and very distracting. Two, she does own a rabbit's foot and I really do gag when I see it. I don't know why, but they are just so gross to me. Hers is supposedly real. It's tawny and supposedly soft--I wouldn't know, cause I refused to touch it--unlike the neon purple ones I remember seeing in elementary school.  Grass used to make me squirm. I couldn't walk on grass with my bare feet until about sophomore year in high school (about 5 years ago). I still don't like to sit on grass with bare legs, but I can deal with it.

The mythology science project.... Hahaha, well, lets just say that it was about the names of the planets so I told her to find out the names of gods and goddesses that would be the equivalent to the Roman ones and talk about that. (I totally helped with that, but, no one but you guys really needs to know that. :P)

The lie is that my niece and I have never played a game where she yodeled and walked down the hall "all fuliguline." (Wish she had though, cause that would be so awesome!) She does, however like to lick my cheek and attempt to tickle me. Jessie (by the way, go check her out. She's amazing and has great posts!) pointed out that because I'm not 100% bossy that could be a lie, too, so that could also be it. (I still think I'm bossy though...)

Now onto the rest of the post. So, 12 days ago I posted about being on track with my plotting. (You can check that out here if you'd like.) For the past 4 days I've been staring at my computer screen--specifically at the document where I've been plotting--with nothing but "ugh what happens next?!" running through my mind. The river of thoughts I had almost a week ago has had a dam built over it. I think it's similar to the Three Gorges Dam. Huge. Impenetrable And devastating. I am chipping away at it much like a stupid prisoner thinking they can dig their way out of a penitentiary with a spoon. (It might only be like the Hoover Dam, or something small like that--but it feels much bigger.)

I'm hoping when the dam breaks, the amazing reservoir of ideas will just flood my entire brain and I won't be able to think of ANYTHING but my plot.

How's everyone doing?

February 18, 2011

My Niece (Or the First Crusade Challenge!)

I love my niece. Really. But, when she comes in bloviating about a science project I never got to do (I know, my elementary school = depressing), I was jealous. But it’s okay, I helped her on it and it’s awesome. Gotta love mythology! (I know I do.) How mythology works into a science project? That’s for another time.

So, back to my niece—she’s adorable.  She likes to play games with me and I have to try to not win. I’m competitive. (Generally, at wrong times.) Hopefully I’m not going to be one of those parents who can’t let their kids win silly games. (That’d suck.) One time we had a literal silly game—where you do ridiculous things to make the other laugh. After licking my cheek (it’s a common occurrence, really), attempting to tickle me (which isn’t the way you’re supposed to play it), she starts going down the hall yodeling and walking all fuliguline—it was hilarious.

I’ve got a really strong motherly instinct. It’s a good thing, I think, but it can get me in trouble. Like when I take control of telling my niece what she can and can’t do when she comes over. It’s not “Grandma, can I _____?” It’s “Devin, can I _____?” Sometimes gets my mom a bit annoyed. (Oops?)

But, it’s useful. I can get really bossy. If you met the coworkers from my first job…. Yeah, I think you can get the gist. I try not to be too bossy!

And, back to my niece. Her lucky charm is a rabbit’s foot. Ugh. How I hate them. The sight of one makes me want to gag. Sometimes, I do gag. It’s almost the way dry grass-blades used to make me squirm.  She’s learned not to show it to me.

I may have revealed something about me that isn’t strictly true, can you guess what it is?