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A Second Chance at a First Encounter.

This is the story/art journal I sent in for The Sketchbook Project’s Fiction Project.
The prompt was: A message from a past self.

The book has officially been digitized and is online now. Yay!
You can see it here: {A second chance at a first encounter.}

The message to myself: Quit avoiding life. Get out there and try something.

Because I do chicken out…of a lot of things. I blame shyness and being insecure…and my over-reactiveness to being shy and insecure. I stick my foot in my mouth often.  (Ask Jackson Rathbone…to this day, I swear I’m on a list.)

The images are reminiscent of the Wizard of Oz (the movie). Black and white indicate a blah life, but trying something new, meeting someone new, has brought a whole new spectrum to my world. But, it does take time to acclimate, which is why the colors are greyed and become clearer over time.  Putting myself out there would be something big, but my color my world in many splendiferous ways.  (Yes, I know that’s not a real word. I use it all the time, though.) The story is told through the email from the future (the typed parts) and the voices of what might be (the handwritten sayings in quotes). In my head, it would be a short film with a voice over narrating the current timeline, keeping the black-and-white-to-technicolor-theme. (The pizza place image I drew was totally influenced by the movie Before We Go. I’m telling you,that brilliant piece of art is going to stick with me for the rest of my life.)

Just wanted to share that it’s out there.

I’m posting my scanned images below the jump…in case you don’t feel like perusing the link.

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Things I feel compelled to mention about Wings.

(Sorry for the duplicate posts…someone shut the lid on my laptop and it went to publish instead of staying in draft. MY OCD is forcing me to fix it…FIX IT NOW!)

  1. Wings was written with a RomCom movie in mind. Two actually. Playing It Cool and What’s Your Number? A few of my favorite romcoms. Then add in the style of Before We Go with keeping it intimate and focused on the two main characters as much as possible…It all comes together here.
  2. The POV does alternate, though it doesn’t alternate per chapter, meaning you’ll get three of Charlie, two of Violet, one of Charlie, etc and so on. It still came out to equal chapters of POV in the end.
  3. I’m not sure if it’s an 80s movie influence or a typical romcom sort of influence, but I did insert a montage. The montage is in the opening, changing between Violet and Charlie’s POVs in one long cohesive discussion. I don’t know why I like opening montages in a movie, but it’s now come over into my novels. It’s actually labeled with a chapter title: Opening Montage.
  4. Much like a movie, I have the epilogue chapter (titled: After the principal acting credits) sort of moment of reveling in the HEA, but also finding out a major secret.
  5. Like The Avengers (the first one, not AoU), I have what I’ve actually titled The Shwarma Moment…That little piece of related unrelated that happens way after the credits have rolled but before the final movie company logo. Mostly it was because I didn’t want to let my characters go. Easily deleted, but it’s funny and leaves a big question. I don’t want it out.
  6. I’ve been thinking…The story is complete, but I want to go in and add more chapter/section titles to correspond to a RomCom movie. I’ve not had any feedback about the titles I do have, except maybe it didn’t fit well with my first 250…so I didn’t include that then. I keep wondering if I should have.
  7. My characters are diverse in race and circumstance. Charlie was raised by his grandmother after his mom, at 21, left him when he was 5. So yeah, his mom had him at 16. Violet is half-Japanese. He father is well to do with his importing business, but she’s tired of that set…tired of everything being handed to her so she’s on this Independent Woman kick. Amala is African-American. Her father was in country music (think Hootie after the Blowfish) so she was always well-off and brought up to be that outgoing, get what I want sort of girl. Darshan’s parents (and Darshan) is from India. His parents migrated to London when his father took over a company in England. He was brought up to be the best…and in his father’s eyes, the best is a medical doctor. But Darshan wanted to help people in other ways after meeting Charlie their freshman year at NYU. So he’s currently working on his doctorate in Psychology, much to his father’s chagrin.
  8. If this were a movie, I’d have Chris Evans as Charlie (though the age is slightly off), Kelsey Asbile as Violet (same age thing here). Danai Gurira as Amala. Sidharth Malhotra as Darshan, though I still hear Rahul Kohli (Ravi on iZombie…I can’t have a character touting disdain for a beard when he wears one) as his voice. I’d watch it a million times over. But then maybe that’s creator pride speaking. I LOVE THIS STORY SO MUCH!
  9. There are deleted scenes that I would love to add…that maybe one day, I’d post like a Blu-ray’s outtakes and cut scenes section. They fit, but don’t. Like seven of them. No matter how much I wanted them, I couldn’t keep them to keep the story flow going.

Should you want a visual representation of Wings (inspiration for the characters and events, outfits, locations) I did [finally] unlock the {Wings on Pinterest Board}. Should you want a playlist, I also [finally] unlocked my {Wings songs on YouTube} compilation of songs that inspired this book or made for a great soundtrack to get a particular feeling or emotion. (Also inserted these links in the Wings page under MY STORIES link above.)

Three more days (or is it four?) and I’m so ready.

Should a team say:

Well, not 21, but Wings, then I’ll definitely wanna hug:

Otherwise, you all better be prepared to read one of the BEST ROMCOMs out there. IMHO. Again, I might just be slightly bias.


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Human Touch.

Here it is. The cover. I made it myself. It reflects the story as well as fitting the rest of the series with some minor adjustments to the cover for each book.

*deep breath*

This is it. I’m going to put this out there. On my own. The first chapter will be going out soon. And I’m working on typing the others into proper format…and there she goes.

*heavy sigh*

My first-born novel is going to be taking her first steps soon.
I’m nervous. Excited. Scared to death.

This is her birth announcement.

Human Touch.


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Taking a break from writing…

In honor of kiTT’s birthday (the fabulous TongueTwied), it’s time for another episode of:

Theme music:

*West Twilight Hills High*

“Hey, Steve. What’s up with that grin? Who are you looking at?”

 “The new girl? What new girl?”

“No! Not her, Steve! She’s such a mean girl.”

“Her either. You can’t ever tell what she’s thinking.”

Ah, the new girl. “She’s…cute, I suppose.”

i'm cool

“Whatever you say, New Girl.” As if she can show up at Twilight Hills High and be instantly loved by everyone. Not like she’s…

*tardy bell* We’re late for first.

Oh, geez, they’re at it again.
“Dylan, Brenda, tardy bell!”

“Hey Liam, Annie.” I see they’re dating now. Shocker.

Kelly and Brandon are so cute together.

“Don’t ever say Brandon is cute out loud, New Girl.”

Too late. Andrea already overheard us and now we’re on her lisTT. Her obsession with Brandon Walsh is going way too far. She scares me. I’ll just duck behind Donna and David in hopes their argument distracts her.

Computer class. Something out of the 80s. Our school’s computers are so old, they’re vampires hiding out for a century, trying to blend into modern-day life in our small Pacific Northwest town of seven hundred.

“George.” Surprised he has a shirt on today. Not surprised he’s causing some waves at Twilight Hills High.

“Two girlfriends? You lie, George!”

The rumor mill is in fast forward as George talks about Liam two-timing Annie. Then he has Kelly and Dylan dating as if Brenda and Brandon don’t exist in Twilight Hills, 98210. And the Cullen kids…everyone is saying they’re brothers and sisters who are dating each other. Gross me out. I know for a fact Emmett and Alice are dating the Hale twins and Edward has become fascinated with that new girl.

Not her. Her.

I can’t keep up with George’s absurd theories anymore. As if living in this school everyday wasn’t high drama enough. Can’t wait for lunch.

*commercial break*

*non-paid ad sponsored by Jeanette*
*the following, blah blah, views of this blog, blah blah, disclaimer stuff*

Happy Birthday to you, my little Jenny from the block. You always make sure the RobSquad has amazing birthdays and we want to give you the same. Ryan Gosling will be around to cook you breakfast, lunch and dinner in bed. Mini will be doing all the chores and HB will be running all the errands to leave you with nothing to do but relax and enjoy. All television stations will be showing 90210 for the entire 24-hour period of your birthday. Radio stations will solely be playing your favorite songs from the 80s and no buses will be anywhere near your peaceful environment. Enjoy! Love you, babe! ~Jeanette.

*lunch time at West Twilight Hills High*

“Hey, new girl, sit with us!”

“Okay, let’s get you acquainted with the who’s who of school. You have the Populars who tend to hang out with only themselves as if this world of Twilight Hills revolves around them and them only.”

“Then you have the Everydays who are cute and sweet, but don’t let that fool you, they are as high drama as they come around this school.”

“I know right! Too bad he’s taken.”

The New Girl stares at the table. The Cullen table.

“They’re the Cullens and the Hales. They only hang out amongst themselves. And date amongst themselves. They never talk to anyone around here. It’s like they’re too blood thirsty to hang out with the rest of us or something. Weird, right?”

“Oh him…? Wait, he’s coming over here. Act casual.”

Of course he’d talk to the New Girl while ignoring the rest of the school. Hello? It’s depressing. I can’t… This is too much.

Looks like the Cullen and Hale duets are actually going to eat something today. Good. Half the school has bets they’re anorexic. I don’t think that. Look at Emmett…he’s built. If anything he only downs protein shakes. And Jasper looks mighty fine just the way he is…mighty fine cowboy…with that Texas twang…and…sorry.

 Anyway, I’m glad Jasper dumped Annie for Alice. They’re just adorable together. And Annie seems so happy with Liam…although, having Liam off the market now is a bummer. Wait…what is Annie doing with Naomi? And they’re eating ice cream and wearing summer outfits? Showing off for guys, I’m sure. As if this is July and not November.

Since when are they friends? I thought they hated each other.

Can’t believe the New Girl said that to Edward? Ugh. Wait…Where did he go?
“What do you mean he just took off?”

“Not him. That’s Edward Sullen. One of the funniest guys at this school. He’s cute and possibly available. Umm…I don’t see Edward by the apples at the salad bar. Let’s go check outside.”

Wait. There he is. George was right in one respect. Edward does have a thing for new girls. I mean look at him…he’s dumping the other new girl already… Sheesh. This will be his third one in a week. He cycles through them as though he’s running the around the bases after hitting a homer. As if the rest of the girls at this school are pretty little liars and too easy to read. Not like our blood can’t be fresh and inviting. I’m not jealous.

“Hey, George.” No shirt. That wasn’t long.

“Go to the beach? As long as the New Girl is in…”

Nothing like a day at the beach in November when you live on the west coast.

*commercial break*

*at Twilight Hills Beach Club*

It’s like everyone is here but the Cullens and Hales as they don’t ever come to the beach. Rumor is they’ll melt in the water, but to inhale their intoxicating scent, you know that’s not true; they must shower all the time.

The other new girl says Edward never comes around because he sparkles like mica in the sand on a sunny day. At first, the thought of Sullen wearing all those gold chains came to mind that year he was going through his rapper phase, but then Cullen did have that job at the strip club over in Port Angeles this past summer…as if the other new girl knew anything more about Edward Cullen than the people who have been going to school with him for years.

“New Girl, Steve and Brandon are checking us out.”

No! The new girl is waving at them. Great. That means…*slowly turns around* Yep. Andrea is doing her creeper stare. One day, Andrea will snap and come after us with a knife and hack us to pieces before cooking us like headless rabbits.

*small wave* “Hi, Andrea.” It’s best to stay on her good side.

 “There’s Liam. We’ll, see you later, guys.”

The man knows how to make a surf outfit in November look good. I do wonder why Annie isn’t with him though.

Wait… there’s Cullen. That other new girl is so full of iTT! Yeah, Cullen sparkles…charisma-wise sure, but dazzling in the sun? Oh please. She’s just jealous he’s flirting with the New Girl, pulling a surf stunt on land… And all the guys playing along with him, a rarity…

by Kelly

by Kelly

“Who’s birthday? The New Girl’s?”

“House Party for sure!”

Apparently word gets around the beach fast. As we stop for fuel, we run into the Monkeys, and they’re all over the idea of a birthday bash.

*commercial break*

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NEVER THINK that I don’t want you to have an awesome birthday. ALL I NEED is for you to WAKE up today to a PAPER HEART made by mini that says, “SHE WILL BE LOVED” and that’s signed by mini and ATP, Then I’ll know you day was HEAVEN. ~Lisa

*party at Brenda and Brandon’s house*

“The New Girl’s arrived! Let’s get this party underway!”

One, I can’t believe New Girl showed at the party that drunk. Two, if she wants to be that easy, well…she’s got the exact right school to act like that. Three, if Edward’s dancing style turns her on that much, maybe they are meant to be together.

“Let’s get some food into you.”

In the kitchen, we find the party hosts…

“This is great, guys! Thanks for throwing this bash!”

Odd that they aren’t holed up in their bedrooms with their dates like they tend to do at these things.Something isn’t right about this.

“Stay here and eat your cake, New Girl. I’ll be right back.”

“Liam, have you seen Kelly or Dylan?”

“I’ll take that as a no? … Yes? … Maybe? Thanks for your lack of help.”
Where are they? I’ll ask George…Shirtless, of course.

“Obviously not, Edward.”

Can’t believe he’s toasting my sudden awakening into the truth.

“Quit telling me I told you so. Where are they? Brenda and Brandon are getting suspicious.”

The rooftop deck. Not quite the place I’d expect two “friends” to be. They had better not be together. Twilight Hills cannot take any more break-up drama.

Whoa! Liam and Naomi? Okay, I’ve gotta go before they see me. I can’t let Annie know anything about this. She’ll run back to Jasper, Jasper will dump Alice in a heartbeat. Okay, now I need to find Kelly and Dylan and somehow distract Annie from Liam’s whereabouts. Too much, too fast.

It’s not a party until Brandon and Steve sing their best friend song.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, the Monkeys from the OC showed. No one wants the dorks from Oregon Coast High snagging all our party treats. I need to get the guys to uninvite them. “Who said you guys could be here?”

The New Girl, of course. She could at least apologize.

Yep. She totally hammered.

Edward smells her blood alcohol and quickly offers to take care of her. I trust him, though. George told me he was a virgin…and he’s been right about everyone else lately. So that would make him a 111 year old virgin? So that exists in Twilight Hills, 98210. I just wish he didn’t like her when there are much better blue bloods at our school that would taste much sweeter. Not saying myself…but whatever.

And then there they were. Kelly and Dylan. Hanging all over each other. As though it’s no big deal to be doing this to Brandon and Brenda in their home, at their party.

 Do I tell Brandon or Brenda? Do I say something to Kelly or Dylan? Too many secrets…too many things seen…Why do these parties always get so out of hand? I’ve got to find George, tell him he was right about Liam, ask his advice about Brandon and Brenda…

“Ummm…George? Who’s this dude?”

Hold on. Alice is doing her far off stare…meaning she’s seeing something about the future that will affect us all.

“What is it Alice? What do you see?”

*End of Episode*

NOOOOOO!!! Who was that guy George was with and will he ever wear a shirt for the whole day? Who is Liam really dating, Annie or Naomi, or are the girls dating each other and stringing Liam along? Does that mean he’d be free to date again? Is it really true that Kelly is with Dylan? And no way Donna likes David. Will Edward ever stop wanting new girls? Will Sullen ever hand over his phone number? Will Jasper run back to Annie after all or will he team up with Liam for the ultimate revenge? At least we won’t have any more creeper stares….By the way, why has Andrea and Steve never hooked up? Seems a rather logical pairing…since they’re both loners in this world of…

Hope this is the BEST REAL FAKE BIRTHDAY EVER, kiTT!!!
Lots of Love from the RobSquad!


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A story of love~ Jackson inspired Burton-ness.

Okay, I admit…I’m somewhat totally a fangirl at heart. No matter what I do, this aspect of who I am creeps into everything. Story writing is no different.

This time, it comes from being bored, avoiding a character I have a difficult time writing, and the total fangirly thing I do. I’ve been doing this #JacksonBYOB Meme on twitter and tumblr. Again, bored and fangirl. No other real excuses beyond that.

Now, mix in a story plot I had a few years ago when I first spied this picture (from the August Bradley photo shoot in July 2012) and you get a somewhat mirthless love story in the style of Tim Burton’s The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy

The photo belongs to August Bradley…the words are mine.

The Sweet and Sour Tale of Night Crawler

To J, for always giving me inspiration to do something creative.

Poor Silas Trout
had to stay in the dark.
The sun would surely burn him,
always leaving its mark.

He moved underground
just to stay unhurt.
Alone in his place,
never to revert.

One day a ball fell into his home.
Silas didn’t know what to do.
The ball in question belonged
to the girl with one shoe.

She peeked into his hole
and said, “Hi. That’s my ball.”
Silas looked at the orb in his hands
and noticed the scrawl.

Clara Belle was her name,
sweet and adorable as she.
Silas looked into her eyes,
the color of the sea.

Her smile as sweet as
the worms he had for dinner,
made him feel like
a lottery winner.

“What’s your name?” she asked.
“Silas Trout,” he said.
Her eyes glanced around his home.
“I’ll call you Night Crawler instead.”

“Would you like to play?” she asked.
“I can’t. I’ll burn and char.”
He noticed her down-turned grin.
“Maybe I will. It would be worth the scar.”

Silas carefully crawled from the hole
into the bright daylight.
His skin began to smoke.
He should have waited for twilight.

He returned to the safety
of the dark, dank hole,
coming to terms with
never being with another soul.

“Don’t worry, Night Crawler,”
Clara Belle said with tears.
“I’ll still talk to you.”
And she did for years.

Over that time,
Silas fell in love,
with now the woman
who could only live above.

Their time together
always short and sweet.
Every night at sundown
they’d secretly meet.

That one night was special
under the full moon,
they shared their first kiss
that made him swoon.

He said, “Clara Belle,
my love for you runs deep.
Every day I’m not with you,
I weep.”

“I’m asking you
this one little thing.
Please be my wife,
and let my heart sing.”

Clara Belle was shocked,
a tear slipping down her cheek
as Silas gave her a ring,
so humble and meek.

He made it for her
with roots and a rock,
so meaningful a trinket
she could only gawk.

“I know we’re destined
to live apart.
But I give this to you
from my heart.”

“Night Crawler,” she said
with a slight grin.
“I will marry you,
now our life will begin.”

They were married
in a secret ceremony.
The solemn vows taken
in holy matrimony.

They spent their honeymoon together
and not in the cave.
That one night ends with sunrise,
a Night Crawler’s grave.

Silas knew it would happen,
his solar allergy.
But when he burned,
it was far from tragedy.

For he got to experience
all that was love.
And now he smiles on Clara Belle
from Heaven above.

Thank you for reading. This story is of my own imagination and belongs to no one else. Please ask before reprinting this…I don’t mind sharing, just ask before you do.


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