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A side project.

Last night, in the middle of the night, I posted a pic of Captain America‘s shield on my Tumblr… Stating that it was the inspiration for a little project that I would share today.

The project has nothing to do with writing, though I did think a lot about stories–past, present, and future–as I worked. It was also something to keep me busy as I continue to binge watch Pretty Little Liars (Last few episodes of season five right now; i swear i’ve not yelled at a television screen so much before in my life!)…

My hands get cold often. Especially in this drafty house during the cold rainy days we have here in the Pacific Northwest.  I have arm warmers I made back when Alice Cullen had a pair in New Moon, but people in this house keep stealing them or losing the ones I’ve made. I like them as opposed to gloves, because I can still type, write, draw, mess around on my iPad or phone without hindrance. And well, my “Chris Evans is the only allowable Captain America” fangirl stage is kicking in SUPER STRONG with the trailers coming out for Captain America: Civil War. And I wanted something that no one else has. And it hit me.

 Captain America’s shield as arm warmers!

I started looking for patterns (free or pay) online and found that NO ONE has anything like it. Which means I HAD to have them even more. The problem came with the fact I am VERY limited in my ability to knit. I taught myself years ago (turns out it’s left handed going in a right handed direction? IDK) so I had some knowledge of what to do going into this project.

But, this project had a major learning curve. Not only did I have to learn how to change colors, I had to learn knitting in stripes so it looks good as you go around. Then I had to draw out a star pattern so that the star was fatter than thin, would be upright if I were walking, and slightly askew if my arm was up. On top of that, the star was going to require me to learn how to change colors and knit in a colorblock format…which is the most difficult thing I’ve had to figure out…and I probably still did it wrong…and after taking one whole one apart because I wasn’t happy with it…

The end result…I’m proud of them. Which is why I am showing it off, something I don’t typically do with my projects.

So without further ado, my Captain America arm warmers…

They measure 23″ long (just 2″ short of the actual shield Mr. Evans uses in the movie…my arms aren’t that long).

The colors are perfect for Civil War.

I have officially chosen my side now. As if it wasn’t obvious before.

What’s yours?


This post filed under Fangirl.

All images are mine, but Cap’s shield image, which I found through google searching last December.


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NaNoWriMo, Chris Evans, and the writing cave.

Crawling out the cave for a moment before I dive into today’s NaNoWriMo work…

After three (literal) days of typing this month, i am proud to say the work is 402 words away from the 10,000 word mark…and I am LOVING this story more than I ever thought I would. It truly helps to have done most of my research, plotting, and casting (part of my process is who I would like to see in the movie version of this book; it helps me visualize what I need to type) over the past few months.

So why am I bringing Chris Evans into this quick update?

Well, one and the MAJOR DISCLAIMER: I’m a total fangirl. I cannot apologize for it. And I cannot undo it.

That aside, two: Because as I type this RomCom, I see it as a movie in my head. I have thoughts and flashes to What’s Your Number? which is possibly my most favorite RomCom this side of The Secret of My Succe$s. But I also have thoughts of Before We Go, a movie directed by and starring Chris Evans. Which, honestly, his name brought me to the door, but I stayed for the splendor. There is such an intimate feel to the way it was directed…and that was one of my favorite things about the movie outside of the story. It’s like you’re peeking in on this world and these two characters are unwittingly sharing their night with you. It’s intense and sweet and there is just something so powerful about it to me. As I type out Wings, I am fully thinking of how this film was shot, how the backgrounds are blurred so the focus is kept on the characters, how it’s like you’re let in on this secret and no one else can ever know about it. And I hope I’m capturing that feeling here. It’s very difficult, especially with all this show not tell stuff everybody seems to be all over these days. I almost want to say: Imagine a borough of New York City at night. Now blur it out and just watch as Charlie and Violet interact, or him with his friend, her with her friend. It’s not what I’m actually saying…but I hope I am more accomplishing.

The question is will someone else get it. Tough to say since I’m the only one watching this in my head.

Three: I am happy with my progress. I love that I could combine some old stories into this one by locations and side characters [from the first screenplay I ever wrote: If Only in My Dreams (2009) and a novel series I wrote a few years ago: Life Imitating Art (2013) as well as things that tie into other stories I’ve written including HT and Darrows. I’m like Stephen King in that way, I guess. I refuse to let any of my old characters/locations die.] Hopefully, Wings will be complete before our late, American Thanksgiving this year. *fingers crossed*

Four: Non-fiction November is going well. I think I’ve fallen in love with The Princess Bride all over again as I “see” it through someone else’s eyes. Cary Elwes narrates the tale perfectly…so far (I’m almost done). Westley is alive again!

Five: A quick moment for the readers of Wings as I go…the cast…or who I could see playing them in the movie version.

Charlie – Chris Evans

This is the actual image that spurned the entire story into existence. So how could he not be Charlie?

Violet – Kelsey Chow Asbille
(editing to fix her name. I had no idea she changed it.)

Maybe like a version that’s ten years older, but definitely her.

Darshan – Sidharth Malhotra

I imagine his voice more like Ravi’s (Rahul Kohli) voice from iZombie, British and sometimes implied snooty.

Amala – Danai Gurira

Because Amala has that same fierceness Michonne has, with guys instead of walkers though…

Off to the cave where my story awaits!
Fare-thee-well, my lovely readers.
Thanks for listening to the writing blathering this time.

(Fangirls never apologize for fangirling, though i can totally blame The Princess Bride for the way I phrased that. )

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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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