Writing Blog

Hey everyone! I made a second blog, the Writer's Habitarium http://writershabitarium.blogspot.com/
Check it out. It has to do with the status of my writing while this will be more about life (mine and how it is in NJ) Hope you guys follow it!
~Kara

Merry Christmas & Happy New Year!

A few little updates. Christmas was awesome. We went over my aunt's house, hung out, ate, hung out, talked, ate again, waited, then ate. Notice a pattern? She makes amazing food and deserts. Plus she has a coffee urn! That's like a keg in my world. From my dad I got a Pullip doll, Lunatic Queen. She is absolutley beautiful. My parents (mostly my mom) got me all kinds of books and pjs and an Alfonse Mucha calendar. From my nanny, I got a Blythe doll, Very Vicky, she came late (and I need to tame her hair), but she is a beauty as well.

I've also been writing a bit. Got the beginning of the story started, but I'm having a hard time working with my female lead character. Seriously, Eilian and the butler have more chemistry. I may have to rework her or make a new female character to take over. She's too short, too personality-less.

Happy New Year's Eve everyone and Happy New Year (tomorrow)! Have a healthy and happy vacation and holiday!

Bridalplasty?

Seriously, who thought of this ridiculously self-centered, shallow show? Brides being sneaky and manipulative to get plastic surgeries and a dream wedding. How much plastic surgery can separate my real self from ideal self? I can't imagine the incongruities that these plastic surgeries cause. I understand that 2 of the contestants have had issues that have changed their bodies for the worst, so I understand their need for surgery to correct it, but other perfectly normal women, who already look beautiful, are getting half a dozen procedures to look more like Heidi Montage. People all over the world who have disfigurements can't afford surgeries that are needed to make them FUNCTION normally and have a better quality of life. Why can't the money used to make this ridiculous show be used for something like Operation Smile or to get prosthetic limbs to amputees that can't finance it on their own. I just wonder how much more plastic people can get. What makes them want to change themselves so drastically when they look better than average?

Calyx 2011

At Caldwell there's a literary magazine published each Spring, and submissions are already being accepted, but I don't have anything ready yet. I have something I might send it, but it isn't perfect yet -shift eyes-. It's the first few pages of the story I'm working on... Peaceful airship... CRASH... a fiery escape from wreckage.... fever dreams

A lot to condense to a few pages =)

Steampunk Revolution

As per my last post, I have been working on a new story. I never finish anything, but as of right now, I have 3... now 4, partially worked on stories. This new one is based around the sci-fi genre of Steampunk. I love the romance of the Victorian Era and the allure of Jules Verne-ian science. After not finding a Steampunk story I really enjoyed, I decided to create exactly what I wanted to read. The story takes place in a more technologically advanced Victorian England. The story begins with the young, promising mechano-archaeologist, Eilian Sorrel, as he takes a zeppelin back to England. His life is changed in an instant when the zeppelin crashes during a storm, trapping him within the fiery bowels of the ship. While he escapes with his life (barely), he wakes up surrounded by doctors and realizes he is missing most of his right arm. After months of recuperation from his burns, he calls upon a local puppet maker to create a uniquely life-like prosthesis. Hadley Femice arrives disguised as her dead brother, afraid that if it was known she was a woman, she would be turned away. Eilian accidentally discovers her identity, but it doesn't phase him. Over the course of several weeks, Hadley comes back to work on the prosthetic arm, which is moved by the muscles of his upper arm and the fingers are controlled by his other hand, mimicking its motions. Eilian is invited to a newly discovered archaeological site and asks Hadley to come along. After that, all my ideas are fuzzy because I haven't thought that far out yet.

My Passion

Ahhhh, I love the beginning of a new story. The small epiphanies where a character or scene just suddenly comes to you. Creative writing is one of the only places where your imagination can run wild, and no one will tell you to stop being childish or imaginative. The small miracle of giving birth to a character that grows into one of your best friends or most hated enemies has always thrilled me. Getting to know these characters is like creating new neural connections until suddenly you're inside their head and know exactly what they will say. The adrenaline rush as you bang out a scene with nearly no conscious thought. Somehow, all this makes the long runs of writer's block and frustration worth it, and I wouldn't trade it for anything.

Not Wheelchair Friendly.

Today in school, I found out the true nature of others, and frankly, I'm appalled. There's a girl at the college, who has cerebral palsey or something along those lines and is in a motorized wheelchair. As I came out of the building where my Anatomy room is, I saw her by the elevator exit. She was calling out for someone to help her with something, but the twenty or so kids that made it out before me, just walked past her, not even looking at her. I couldn't believe it. I mean, I'm not the nicest person in the world, but I'd rather help a disabled person than an able bodied one. I went over and asked her what she needed. All she needed was for someone to pick up a paper she dropped because she couldn't reach it in her wheelchair. Everyone ignored her. She sat there for several minutes waiting for someone to help her reach a piece of paper. It's appalling that people, supposedly educated people, would just ignore her as if she wasn't there when she was obviously in need of some help. I know there are some people at my school who would willing help and most likely have in the past, but when I see my own classmates ignore her, it makes me sick. I hope my kids don't turn out like them. Recently, I've been trying to be a bit of a better person, and it made me feel good to help her. I just wish others had before me.