The Attempt

Sandy Shin tagged me for the Penmanship Meme. The rule is to do the meme on paper and scan it (or take a picture if you don't have a sanner). Here are the items:

1. Name/Blog Name.
2. Right handed, left handed or both?
3. Favorite letters to write?
4. Least favorite letters to write?
5. Write: The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.
6. Write in caps:
CRAB
HUMOR
KALEIDOSCOPE
PAJAMAS
GAZILLION
7. Favorite song lyrics?
8. Tag 7 people.
9. Any special note or drawing?

Okay so I've decided to join in on the fun... and at first it was! Then after re-writing the damn thing over a dozen times just to get a picture that would show up for my computer to like it wasn't so much fun anymore. So here is the sixth copy of what I've done. It's 11:00AM and I already feel defeated, lol.



So I don't have time to add links since I put so much time into uploading but just incase you can't read my not so pretty handwriting I've selected:

Kim Franklin, Kristin Rae, TJ Carson, Laura Marcella, Vicki Rocho, Shannon McMahon, and anyone else who wants to give this a go!

MONDAY NEWS: I have something different coming up for Monday that I'm really excited about! I wanted to share it today but I will refrain from doing so! It is collage's of my characters and I love them tons! Keep a look out for them!

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Happy Monday!!!!

The Travelers

I saw him. I was standing in the school parking lot alone and he was surrounded by all his fellow teammates, but he noticed me. My heart had dropped and like an idiot I stood still. It was like a tug of war in my body, part of me wanted to stay but the other part wanted me to go. His friends all told him goodbye and that's when I knew it wasn't just a joke, he'd meant to look at me, he was still staring, I didn't want to look behind me, I didn't want to see that he was actually looking at someone else. He walked toward me, my heart began to pound, what did he want? I had hoped it wouldn't be to do homework because I would refuse to help him for being such a jerk, ok well I would have but that's besides the point. His hair tousled gave him the sexy surfer edge every girl couldn't help but woo over. I had hoped I wasn't one them, but it had happened all to quickly to avoid. His last steps resulted in standing extremely close into my personal space, but I didn't back away. We'd talked a few times but mostly about homework, I had always wanted more but Ashley Archer would never have let that happen. "Hey" he said it so nonchalantly, like we'd been friends for years, I had fallen for it an returned a "Hey" his way. What did he want I wondered? I mean I knew we'd stared at each other a little more lately but not much. Had he known I'd been watching him? I had tried to be discreet about it, but lately hadn't been to lucky. The last traveler I had watched ended up figuring it out. How did they know what I was? How could they spot me out of a crowd? Had they been watching me all along? Or did they have a list like I had?

Oh and for those who watched the Oscars last night... Hooray for Sandra Bullock! She is who I wanted to win the most, and her speech was amazing. Just another thing to add to the list of enjoying each moment she provides for entertainment!!! Did you watch? Who were you proud won? Whose dress was your favorite?!

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Another addition of writings on the wall! So Happy Monday! Todays will be shorter, not because I wrote less but because one of the stories is part of the collector, and I am thinking about making that something for teaser tuesday... so you will have to stay tuned and see what I decide!

I stood there as he took his last breath, frozen with terror I watched as it all unfolded. His best friend cried as he passed on, I unable to move did nothing, they still could not see me. I wanted to help, to console, to tell what happened, but being invisible was next to impossible to have anyone hear me. I stood behind the trees watching, I had seen it all happen, the man meeting them by the river and murdering that boy, they couldn't have been any older than 12, I only say this because they looked about my age, and I just turned 12. Somehow I woke up here and when I tried to talk to them they couldn't see or here me. Frustrated I stayed close, I had no idea where I was, or why I was here, as I tried to piece everything together one of the boys parents showed up, they pulled their son away from the incident, they were thankful he was still alive but then began the questions. I knew he was in trouble as the police arrived, no one else had seen a thing, only the three of us, and now only two.

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Two ideas I am working on...

One Story:
A collector he was, the paintings on the trees cared for with pride. The images burned into her mind. Closing her eyes made her relive it over and over. Nathan stood at the foot of the bed concerned as he faced her. She'd met him shortly after her kidnapping and together they've tried to piece the story together. It had been three months and they were no closer to finding him. Her description had been detailed, the places she visited were real, but no trace of Casey and the collector.

Two Story:
Natalie stared at the front door. The Parkers all piled in, Their life hadn't changed, their cares remained the same, excpet now Natalie had been invited in. She knew they were kind, well she at least felt that way, the thought though of possibly altering their lives did upset her. Right now she had nowhere to go and at this point no idea who she was. She inched closer to the door, once she would cross the barrier it would be real, was she ready for that?

Just a few ideas I have been working on!!

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So here it is, the writing on the wall. My first attempt, but most certainly not my last. I have taken pictures upon request, the one above is me contemplating what to write (my husband thought it was cute)



and the second picture is of the view that inspired me. The board that I purchased isn't what I wanted so I will be changing that this week, but the concept is excellent, its a whole new world of writing when I stand in that corner of the room.

This is what I wrote:

The building remained empty, quiet, and rather eerie. The path was lined with tall trees, very secluded, I stood at the entrance, the only thing standing in my way was the locked gate and No tresspassing sign. It was a tease, an abandoned area that laid beautifully in the middle of nowhere, and I couldn't even take a quick peek? I contemplated as the birds flew around unaware of the position I was in. Who would know if I just walked a little further? The more I thought about it, the more I saw myself inching closer to the closed gate. The gate was simple, it locked in the middle, used more for keeping vehicles out rather than people. I decided to take a chance, I climbed over the gate and began to walk down the path, as I turned to look back at the entrance I began to realize no one else was around, it was even quieter, for such a place being abandoned it was in beautiful condition, the landscaping had certainly been cared for, the building was long, at one point it could have been some sort of plant, but now it was just wasted space. As she neared the building she felt a little more dangerous, she inched further, she wanted to look inside.

I have decided that I will continue this weekly process to get a little more inspiration, to continue a story or just random thoughts as they come through my head, each Sunday I will write, and every Monday I will post!

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Last night I had chinese food with my husband, and we were lucky enough to get three fortune cookies! Yes I consider this lucky, and of course my hsuband knows how much I love them so he gave me the extra... and I thought these fortunes were cool, and they gave me the inspiration for the writings on the wall... that I will explain momentarily.

1. Ideas you believe are absurd ultimately lead to success!!
2. Be curious always! For knowledge will not acquire you: you must acquire it.

So between these two fortunes (which I was inspired by) and some of the blogs I read this morning I have decided to start - writings on the wall - now for those of you who don't know what I am talking about let me explain, which unless your inside my head no one knows what I am about to do. Now this may seem crazy, but I am going to literally write on the wall.

This weekend I am going to set up a blackboard/chalkboard or just a big sheet of paper and I'm going to write. Yes it is absurd, and yet don't you think it's kind of brilliant? I always write on a pad of paper, or on my laptop... of course I have changed locations, from libraries to coffee shops, but I want something different... something out there... would it make a difference if I wrote on the blackboard? If I wrote in a different part of the house, while standing up, will any of it make a difference? I will let you know how it goes! If it is a success I plan on making Mondays writings on the wall a weekly thing... so wish me good luck, and if you find yourself wanting to try it, let me know your findings!

Happy blogging :)