Monday, November 09, 2009

Maj. Nidal Malik Hasan

What...a...psycho....
and the muslims are calling him a hero. The world is such a scary place to be with these crazy Islamic people. Wow. I don't think I'm gonna have any more kids.

-SHAZBOK

Thursday, November 05, 2009

Change

There will be a change.
I wont be using blogger for my blogging use any longer. I have a blog linked to my website and my live space at http://lornagrae7.spaces.live.com

Geez, that's long. Anyway, I'll keep them linked for a little bit in case someone still wants to "follow" it.

Thanks everyone.

-SHAZBOK/Lorna

Wednesday, November 04, 2009

L.A. Judge Bardwell

I've read over the last couple weeks about this judge who didn't want to marry an interracial couple. He said that the children from such couples often aren't accepted by blacks and whites so if the marriage doesn't work out, the kids end up suffering. So, what he does is recommend the couple that wants to get married to another person to do it.

Now, what is so wrong with that? After the poor guy is pushed around by the media, he quits after 34 years in office! Who is this Beth Humphrey woman and who does she think she is? She's so special to ruin this guys life because she got annoyed that he didn't want to be involved? BIG WHOOP! Go to the next person over and do what you want! If he doesn't want it, he doesn't want it and that's it. I'm sure he wasn't rude about it; he just told you his opinion and you overreacted, woman! GROW UP! Where is his freedom of belief? His freedom of opinion? So, the next time I don't want to donate a dollar to animal shelters when grocery shopping, the registerperson is gonna call the media on me? It's an opinion and everyone is entitled to their own.

This woman really gets under my skin. People like her who think only their opinion matters.

Mr. Bardwell, I'm sorry you had to go through all of this and I'm sorry that one sorry excuse for a human being tore you down. You went by what you believe and we need more people like you. I hope all goes well for you and I hope you get justice. That woman will get what's coming and she'll feel pretty crappy if her marriage doesn't work out.

My heart goes out to you!

Beth Humphrey, get a life, grow up and know that from now on, you will be looked down on by many. The world does NOT revolve around you.

This was my two cents on the topic.

Your loving blogger,
SHAZBOK.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Sorry Everyone

Hey all,
Sorry for my burst of anger yesterday. I just know that a certain person was reading my stuff and always had to make stupid comments and talk bad about me. Hopefully she'll get the point.

I vented.

Anyway, I think today I'll start a work in progress I've been planning. A sort of post-apoctalyptic style story. I've mentioned it before; with the disease that infects everyone each person infected takes on a different sort of mutation. Some turn vampire-like, some zombie-like and others, dryad-like. It'll be an interesting story though I dont have a plot just yet. I think I'll take Stephen King's advice from his book "On Writing," and just start it without plot and let the story take me to it. I'll start looking to a title today. For some reason, once I have a title, my writing just shoots onto the page. I love it.

I'm off for a bit.

Your loving blogger,
-SHAZBOK

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Letter

This goes out to "you-know-who-you-are,"
if you would focus more on yourself and your family, you would find yourself with more friends and a passion for something worth while. Don't condescend me because you think that I'm not a christian. Who are you to judge? If you knew half of the things I see when I close my eyes, or a fraction of the experiences I've had with God one-on-one, you'd take a step back. Only, I'm not the person to talk big. I know people and I know what the average person can handle when it comes to "knowing" anything so I've kept my mouth shut for the sake of those around me, specifially for the reason that they won't feel strange around me. so they won't look at me funny or judge me.

You are the perfect example of the worldy person; a person who finds joy in mocking others or stepping on their feet when they try to be nice.

You know what, though you've gotten a rise out of me now, I won't be shut down. The worst that can come from this is me coming out into the open with what I deal with almost daily. When that day comes, you'll hold your tongue.

-An angry SHAZBOK.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

About Michael Brewer

Okay, so I just read an article about the 15 yr old boy, Michael Brewer, who was set on fire.
This poor guy was doused with rubbing alcohol and set on fire for "telling on" some teens that tried to steal his dad's bike. They tried to steal it because Michael didn't pay $40 to a kid who gave him a video game.

WHAT IS GOING ON IN THE WORLD?!

Good LORD!!!! For forty bucks some morons tried to KILL a 15 yr?! I've never heard of anyone so STUPID!!! You want 40 bucks? All you gotta do it sell your G.I. Joes on Ebay! I hope to God that those kids have the worst time in jail and the LONGEST.

UGH! I am SO angry! It's things like this that make me afraid to put my kids in school.

As for the parents, I can imagine them being the types of people that have no idea what's going on in their kids' lives. TALK TO YOUR KIDS. IF THERE IS ANY SIGN OF ANGER OR FRUSTRATION WITH ANYTHING, TALK IT OUT. HELP THEM.

Some people pay no attention and I'm over here threatening to tear off my daughter's bedroom door if I find her having sex before marriage or drinking or smoking.

What is going ON?! I'm thoroughly pissed off. Forgive the choice of words.

Michael and the Brewer family,
my sympathies go out to you. No one deserves to deal with that. I hope those kids get what's coming to them. Michael, be strong! God bless you guys.

-SHAZBOK

Tuesday, September 08, 2009

Due to the number of people bored last Sunday, next Sunday will be canceled. – PA(M*A*S*H)

Goooooooood Morning all!
It's been a while, hasn't it?

Lemme see what I can share since the last time I got to write anything.

Well, this weekend, I went to an art gallery where my buddy, Adela, had some pieces. That was fun. After that, my hub and I chilled for the rest of the day. There was a Fesival of India, of which I took pictures with my phone but for some reason cannot send to my email to post. I'll try to figure it out and post later.

Sunday was church, which I enjoyed and yesterday was a picnic with the church. That was pretty fun too. I got to hear some other people's ideas about Zirconya. Apparently, some were talking about it and, naturally, had questions.

You know what I hear the most from my church? "SHAZBOK, I never hear of a romanian writing a book. Especially a fantasy." (because I'm romanian) And it's true. I don't know any other romo's that write. Any other book from a romanian that I ever heard of were either written by another person telling that romanian's journey from Romania to America or it's a religious book. Now, on my journey from Romania to America, I was in my mama's belly, ready to pop. (the day after my parents got to America, I was born. Lucky me, eh?) But anyway, I'm only 22 and don't have so many religious experiences to write a book telling someone how to live their lives. Of course, as a christian, I don't agree with a lot of things out there and I will stick to my beliefs but at the same time, I'm no one to be listened to or looked up to. I hope people realize that. The only things I can share would make a lot of other people angry with me. But they're all things I can't control. I do have a couple one on one God experiences and experiences with angels and such but like I said, I'm only 22 and a nobody so not many would listen.

That makes me wonder about those who DO write books telling you how to live your life. Where do they come off doing that? That's one reason I write fiction. Probably always will write fiction. I don't feel that I have the right or the calling to judge anyone. Then again, who does? Unless you're some big-time pastor, stay in your seat and learn, ya know?

Anyway, Odie woke up and I must be off to the breakfast-making part of the house.

Until another time,
your loving blogger,
SHAZBOK

Wednesday, September 02, 2009

I never saw a purple cow...I never hope to see one...but if I saw a purple cow...I'd rather see than be one. (anonymous)

Hey there,
I am, as we speak, coming up with an idea for a new WIP.
I think I'll call it "Burdens of an Empath" or something along those lines.

Okay so all the time I was supposed to be writing this was spent on the phone with people. Um..I'll have to finish this tomorrow. And I'll give you some details about the story too.

Sorry!

Until next time,
your loving blogger,
SHAZBOK

Tuesday, September 01, 2009

That's what I understand from a very reliable gossip! – Frank(M*A*S*H)

BAH haha!
I've stumbled upon the wonderful website "Yearbook Yourself!" and have fallen victim to pathetic addiction. Well, I did yesterday, at least. I've gotten over it as the night passed. So, yes, my wonderful reader, that GORGEOUS face behind the cat-eye glasses is yours truly.

Anyway,
I have FINALLY figured out where I will add my new scenes to Zirconya. Caelum will be off to Florida! Trouble and fun will ensue. Of course, the wonderfully pompous Maze will accompany her. There will be sneaking behind backs, discoveries and a little bit o' love feelings. I'm excited! Can't wait to start!

I don't have too much to do today since I finished most yesterday. So I will be outside a bit with the girls...only, it's a bit chilly today. The weather's been pretty random lately. Can you believe summer is already over??? I mean, I LOVE fall but I am NOT looking forward to winter. Anything under 100 degrees is cold. Well, not really but I'm the butt of that joke here since I came to the east side from Arizona. Yes, everyone, I am originally an Arizonan.

Alrighty then people,
I shall be off for a bit. I need some caffeine and off to the backyard! Whoopee!

Until next time,
your loving blogger,
SHAZBOK

Monday, August 31, 2009

When you're wearing a green tuxedo, you dance where they tell you. ~Colonel Potter(M*A*S*H)

I LOVE WRITING!
I DO, I DO, I DO!

Okay sorry. I'm a bit overwhelmed. I just finished editing this scene and I got all worked up. It's the scene where Caelum/Chloe first sees how to use the memory orb to gain her memories from Zirconya. She panics and blacks out. But I love the relationship between her and Maze, the zirconyan guy who's helping/protecting her.

He's such a prick but I know how he's going to be later on so I love it! I feel so bad for my characters though.

I do torture them so!

Poor little sausages. In the end though, they'll be happy.

You know, I'll just post the scene...at least a part of it cuz it's really long. Hold up

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“And Aglahr, you said he taught me things. What did he teach?”

“Everything; math, science, white magic, history. He even taught you to use weapons and I must say, he taught you well. I had watched memories with him after you disappeared.”

“Weapons?” Caelum was excited by the notion. “What weapons?”

“A little bit of everything, but each student focused on one main choice. You have always been remarkable with the bow and arrow. From what I have heard, you have never missed a target. Melanya was very well trained with the sword and Aquin with daggers.”

Caelum never thought of trying archery but she liked the idea now.

“Anyway,” Maze went on, realizing their drift from the subject, “this necklace was made especially for you and your memories. When we find Melanya, she too will have her own memory orb.”

Caelum gazed at the orb as she spoke. “And Aquin as well?”

“No, not Aquin. He is not like you girls; he is an ordinary boy now. Focus on the subject at hand. If you learn to use this orb for yourself, you can watch all the events of your previous life before your very own eyes.”

“What, like a TV?”

Maze frowned. “A what?”

“A television?”

“I’m sorry Caelum but I don’t know what a ‘television’ is.”

Caelum stood up and walked to the large cabinet in front of the bed where she opened the doors and turned on the television that sat behind them. Maze stared at the TV with wide eyes, amazed at what he was seeing.

“It is like the mirrors,” he murmured.

Caelum didn’t know what he was talking about, so she just showed him how to change the channels.

“You see, every channel is different. You can watch the news to see what’s going on in the world or a movie on HBO or anything,” she explained.

“I do not know the meaning of any of those words, but I am fascinated,” he replied. With a shake of his head, he dropped the remote and turned to Caelum. “We are off track again. I must explain these things to you.” He then turned and grabbed the necklace out of the air and placed it in her hand. “Here, you try. Just throw it in the air as I did.”

Caelum looked at the necklace then closed her hand around it and threw it up. It froze, the same way it did when Maze threw it.

She turned to Maze with a giggle. “What now?”

“Give it a moment; just watch.”

She looked to the necklace in wonder gazing at it intently as it remained unmoving in the air. She tilted her head then in an instant, a light shone from the necklace. Caelum jumped back with a cry, bumping into Maze‘s chest.

Holding her tightly in her place, he bent over her shoulder and pointed to the light. “Watch,” he whispered in her ear.

Caelum gazed into the light when pictures began to move like a movie in fast forward. The images were as clear as a television screen.

Caelum licked her lips and swallowed a knot in her throat. “What are they?”

Maze’s hands were on her shoulders as he spoke into her ear. “Memories, Caelum; of your life in Zirconya.”

The images were quickly changing. Each image consisted of a small pale blonde girl with blue eyes; a girl that Caelum knew was her.

“I don’t remember any of this, Maze.”

“It is all right. You will. Let us go to the day you left Zirconya.”

“How do we change it?”

“Just think and it will be.”

Caelum tried to remember her dreams from the previous nights. She tried to remember the room she was in with the six other people. As she remembered, the images changed and her dream began to play before her eyes; everything was according to what she had dreamt.

As she stared, Maze explained who everyone was and what was happening. He showed her the sinstarians and the man who attacked her, learning that he was the great enemy Sireg‘wethyl. She saw Melanya and how Aquin tried to save them.

As she focused on the images before her, they began to form in her mind more clearly.

“Oh my God,” she whispered as her mind recognized them as memories. “I remember this.”

Not only did she remember the events taking place from the orb, but she also remembered the people. She remembered her relationship with each person there, yet she couldn’t seem to remember anything that took place before or after those events. The images “rewound” to when she and Melanya had been pulled into the portal where she watched closely and saw the memory orb come off her neck. Her eye then caught something; another chain was held in her left hand. With a pounding heart, Caelum’s hand found its way to her neck and onto the other necklace; the blue stone.

“My God,” she gasped.

Maze watched her hand, curiously. “What is it?”

“This necklace,” she replied, her gaze remaining on the images. She pointed to Aquin. “That boy gave me this necklace, moments before I was even up on the altar.”

Maze looked at the necklace, then at Aquin in the image. “So that is why you remember him so much more than anyone else. You took something of his with you into the third dimension.” He smiled with a snicker. “I understand now.”

As Caelum watched the pictures move and change, her eyes began to well up. She began to experience many different emotions all at the same time and her heart began to beat faster and faster with each gained memory.

A realization suddenly hit her. Everything that was happening now should be impossible. Another world, magic, a ball holding memories? It was all amazing; too good to be true.

Maze took notice of a change in her eyes and aura and immediately knew something was wrong.

“Caelum, are you all right?”

“This isn’t right,” she blubbered. “This can’t be true. None of this is possible. I must be dreaming. Or, or maybe I’m hypnotized. Yes, that’s it. You hypnotized me. I have to go. I can’t be here. This isn’t right.”

Maze wrinkled his brow in confusion and disappointment. “What do you mean? You remember. I know you remember. No one is hypnotizing you.”

Caelum’s mind began to race as she pushed Maze away and she dashed toward to door.

“Caelum, no!” He called after her.

She ran outside and into the parking lot. Confused, she couldn’t seem to figure out where she was or which direction to run in. A faintness swelled within her beginning at her knees then spread to her head. Everything was framed in blackness that slowly faded to the center when finally all had gone dark.

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Okay, there you go. I hope you enjoy it. Leave a comment if you like. Anyway, I hear the girls waking up so I am returning to real life!

Until next time,
your loving blogger,
SHAZBOK

I've gotten "Thank you" notes from people I said I'd never see again. – Frank(M*A*S*H)



*sings* The best part of waking uuuup! Is Folgers in your cuuuuup!
Well...it used to be. i can't seem to drink coffee anymore. If I do, my stomach is goin nutzoid all day. I don't know why. I used to drink it all the time.

Anywho,
it's Monday again. I'm feeling pretty lousy right now. I'm tired but I feel sick. I want to write but I need to wake up more before I start. And, assuming life will treat me the way it usually does, when I am awake enough, the girls are gonna wake up right when I get comfy with my laptop. And my time for writing will be gone. Until their naptime.

Here's my list for what needs to be done before their nap this afternoon:

Dress the girls.
Make breakfast.
Feed the girls.
Clean the girls.
Clean the mess.
Wash the floors.
2 loads of laundry.
Make some tax calls.
Give the girls a snack.

Now, this may not seem like a big deal. Think about it. Rizzo has just recently begun walking so she's wobbly and falls and cried. Odie just cries. Odie always wants me to draw something for her or watch her new trick or listen to her(i love it lol) while Rizzo is constantly getting into things she shouldnt be in. Then there's "Mommy, chips! Mommy juice! Mommy outside!
Mommy! Mommy! MOMMY!!!!"
Understand, I am not complaining. It's all part of life with kids. I just want to put out there that even stay at home moms have a lot to do and worry about. And that's not even mentioning that I wake up two to six times a night because Rizzo is teething.

Maybe that's why I feel lousy today. I haven't slept in two weeks. I have my Folgers here beside me but it's cold now and as I mentioned before, my stomach does not take it too well lately.

Anyway,
I'm putting together an idea for one of my next books. Idk what I'll be titling it as of yet but it's going to take place in the days when an infection spreads throughout the world. It doesn't kill people but it does all sorts of crazy things to them, depending on where they are and what they're doing at the time of infection. Some people turn out zombie-like while others are vampire-like. Some even get rooted into the grown like dryads. Of course there are the few uninfected people who went to live underground, forming armies and what not to rid the world of the infected. The thing is, though, that the main character is infected and throughout the story, you don't know who're the bad guys. The infected or the uninfected? Whooooo knooooows?

Okay well I think it's gonna be a good story. It'll involve giant carnivorous fish and dinosaur-like reptiles, physical pain, and of course, a lil bit o' loooove. If you're wondering, I got the idea from an extremely vivid dream I had some time ago.

Anyway, I must be off. Life calls. Until another time,

you're loving blogger,

SHAZBOK

Saturday, August 29, 2009

It's the first time I've seen orange juice labeled "freshly killed". – Hawkeye(M*A*S*H)

Hello all,

another day in the murky deep called my mind. Not much is going on in it today. That's why it's murky. Normally it would be a clear-skied deep. Still dark, but not so murky. I will show you some examples. Observe:

On a normal day, my mind would be clear. The passing of flying ideas would easily be seen and captured.


Today though, for unexplicable reasons, my mind is a bit...well....like this...


It's very frustrating. Honest.
Maybe it's because I already know that I won't have the time I'd like to work on my writing. Weekends normally take away any possibility of me sitting down and putting my mind to it. I'm not too fond of weekends. Unless I have a babysitter and can take my laptop somewhere to work on my things for a few hours.
*sigh*
If only.
Anyway, I must be off. It's time to put these hands to work around the home. As much as I can, at least.
Until later,
You're loving blogger,
SHAZBOK

Friday, August 28, 2009

Your picture's in my wallet and I'm sitting on it. And if that isn't love, I don't know what is. ~Frank Burns(M*A*S*H)



Friday. It's here. Already. I can't believe it! Where DOES the time go? ( i so want that cat)

I'm slightly irritable today so...I won't be posting much of anything right now. I still have a full cup of coffee to go. Rizzo went to sleep, finally, after waking up at 6:30. Now Odie is awake, eating her breakfast. (i shall dub my toddler, Odie.) Odie has now reached the point of being the eaiser kid to deal with. I find that she's less needy. Rizzo will get there soon enough. But she's teething so I'm giving her some room to be cranky. She's allowed lol poor little sausage. Ah, ok, I'm gonna go check if I got any reply from any agent. Enjoy your Friday everyone!


Your loving blogger,

SHAZBOK

Thursday, August 27, 2009

A device is yet to be invented that will measure my indifference to this remark. – Hawkeye(M*A*S*H)

You ever meet someone in your life that you just...can't stand looking at?
I don't know about the rest of the world, but I know I've met three. That's right. Not just one annoyance, but three. What makes me this way, you ask? Well, it's the thought behind the things they do. They think they're better than the rest of the world. They think they're God's gift to men. They think everything they say and do is right and they brag about it.



Why are people like that? Don't they realize how bad they make themselves look to the rest of the world?

The worst part is, the fact that they're all two-faced. They smile and wave and giggle when you're watching, but don't turn your back. Or, just grow eyes on the back of your head so you can see them point and sneer.

I'm sure I'll get over my disgust toward those women eventually. One, inparticular, I haven't even seen or heard about for years but I still cringe just thinking about her. There was a history there though. These other two haven't done anything particularly against me but it's the actions that speak louder than words.

I s'pose you've noticed my MOOD. Forgive me. This too, shall pass.

You're loving blogger,
SHAZBOK

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Marriage isn't all that it's cracked up to be. Let me tell you, honestly. Marriage is probably the chief cause of divorce. ~Frank Burns(M*A*S*H)

Wednesday! A.K.A Hump Day! (get your mind outta' the gutter)
I didn't get a chance to post yesterday. It was either post or revise Zirconya's beginning. You can imagine what I chose. But hey, I think it's coming along wonderfully. Well, it's already GONE along since it's done, I'm just trying to capture the reader from the beginning, minus the confusion.

I was talkin to one of my buddies yesterday, and we got into the conversation about writing. And I realized, again, how excited I get when I talk about how I get excited about writing. HA! It's AWESOME. And then I also realized how much people don't understand what a writer goes through when writing a book. I don't think anyone ever thinks about how much emotion the author puts into it. Think about it. Here's a quote I think may help readers understand:


"Writers aren't exactly people. They're a whole lot of people trying to be one person." F Scott Fitzgerald.
Bravo. Diggin' the 'do, Scotty. Totally.
It's true, though. I mean, you have all of these characters with their own personality; likes, dislikes. You have to know everyone's weaknesses and strengths. You should see me when I write an argument between two main characters. I get all worked up because I know the point of view from each character and you have to write it in a way that one character disagrees with the other character and they each get angry with the other so the writer, me, ends up getting angry on both sides! It's an amazing feeling; such a rush!
I s'pose it's not easy to understand if you're not the one doing it. But I tried to explain.
Anyway, I am off to work on Zirconya some more while the girls sleep. The house is clean after I went clean-happy yesterday, lunch is ready for when they wake up so I have time to enjoy myself a bit. FINALLY.
Until next time,
Your loving blogger,
SHAZBOK

Monday, August 24, 2009

Nobody can get the truth out of me because even I don't know what it is. I keep myself in a constant state of utter confusion. ~ Col. Flagg (M*A*S*H)

Hello all,
I tried to clean while the girls nap. Not a good idea. Rizzo almost woke up cuz she wakes up to EVERY LITTLE SOUND. It's hard to get anything done in that case. By the by, my daughter's name is not actually Rizzo. As I've stated in a previous post, it's simply what I dubbed her for my blog. Because I can.
So anyway, I decided to write. I finished a new beginning to my book since it tended to confuse some people at first. I tried to make it a little more exciting and interesting and hooky. Once absolutewrite gets up and running again, I'll see what the public thinks about it.


On another note, I'm trying to get over my addiction to soda. I drank water all day yesterday. I was proud of myself today until I looked in my right hand and saw I had unthinkingly poured and drank a can of Pepsi. Curse it.

It's just SO good. Especially when eating pizza or some sort of heavy food. It gives me the tingles.


You know, I think everyone should blog. Not just to make me seem a bit less crazy but just because. It should be a big thing like Facebook or Myspace. Whatever happened to Myspace? It just disappeared. No one cares about it anymore I s'pose.


OH! Let's play:

I'm criuuos how mnay plpoee can raed tihs wohuitt dcfiuiftly.


Okay that was fun.

Good LORD what should I write about? Give me a topic, dear readers, before I fall into a sleepy state of typelessness. Yeah that doesn't make sense. Not everything in what I write, does it now?

Here's something:

Top ten movies on my list(in no particular order):
1. Jurassic Park
2. Lord of the Rings (all)
3. The 10th Kingdom
4. Pan's Labyrinth
5. Minority Report
6. The Matrix (just the 1st one)
7. Pride and Prejudice
8. War of the Worlds
9. Robin Hood: Men in Tights
10. X-Men (all of em, but X2 is the best)

If you haven't seen all of these, you don't know what you're missing.
Until later...when I have worthy words to be shared,

Your loving blogger,
SHAZBOK

"On Monday mornings I am dedicated to the proposition that all men are created jerks"

That's right everyone, it's Monday! The day that brings moans and groans; the day that is most detested and ostracized, yet, one of my personal favorites! Why, you ask? Because I go crazy seeing the weekend mess pile up and up! I can't stand when there are clothes EVERYWHERE and cereal with every step taken, molding itself to the soles of your feet! IT'S GROSS!
And so, today, once my coffee makes it intravenously through my system, I shall put my thin but knowing hands to work throughout the house! No dust bunny shall make it out alive, I tell you!
When my work is done, I will return and tell you the tales. And I'm sure I'll come with something that may actually interest you in that time.

Hark! The cry of the washing machine! I must heed its call and put my mind to the filthy things that linger in a plastic basket upstairs. It will be a difficult task to conclude before the midgets' nap but what is this life without a smidgen of intricacy? Fare thee well.

Your loving blogger,
SHAZBOK


Sunday, August 23, 2009

Fisher-Price

Happy Sunday to all!
I didn't get a chance to write anything yesterday seeing as how I was at a picnic with many a church. And then I was in church this morning. The picnic was okay. In my opinion, not as fun as the ones we've had in the past but it was still okay. Church this morning was good. As usual. :) I love the calmer feeling I get when I'm in church. Even though I have my two kids. It's just that the creative side of my mind that generally rules over the week days calms down on Sunday. That's a good thing, I promise you.
Anywho, I'm sure you're wondering why I named this post "Fisher-Price." I got an easy answer for you. ... I don't even know. LOL! Does it matter? Apparently not, if you're reading this.
So, let me see what I can share with my lovely readers today.

...

OH! I got a fb message from someone today asking me about my inspiration for Zirconya. I'm a sucker for meeting other writers. I LOVE when it happens. And I love, even more than meeting writers, when people ask me questions like that about my work. It's such an exciting thing to me when I see that people are at all interested.

That reminds me, let me clear the air about my book.

I AM NOT TRYING TO BECOME FAMOUS.

Of course becoming famous wouldn't bother me but I'm being realistic here. How many people write unnoticed books every day? Too many to fathom. So, I refrain from fathoming.
I know I'm not even, in some people's eyes, a great writer. (but I will still call myself a writer because i still write even though its not greatness.) But at the same time, I dont feel that I suck. The thing is though that I'm not writing to look professional or anything. I wasn't even going to get anything published at first. Writing is just an outlet for me. When I'm feeling overwhelmed, I write. When I'm feeling stressed, I write. When I'm giddy, I write. When I'm angry, I write. When I'm happy, I WRITE! If I go long enough without writing, I feel it in my hands that I need to put my fingers to work. I feel this overwhelming pressure in my head that I need to put something down on paper. And before, I started writing books, I would literally just pick up a pen and write my name down over and over and over again just to get the need to write out of me! It's a release of many sorts. I love doing it. Now, writing books and stories is a passion. Put the two together, and viola! A happily released person!

I figured I'd continue writing my stories when people started asking me for the next "piece" of whatever it was I was working on. So, here I am now awaiting the publishing of my first 94,000 word book. (btw, it will be more since I am adding a new, big scene) Not that I'm bragging or anything.

God, I hate people who brag! Don't you?

Okay that was off the subject. Forgive me. I am a bit sleepy so I am off to nap. I probably won't get another post in until tomorrow so have a good Sunday afternoon, evening and night!

-Your loving blogger,
SHAZBOK

Yes, I did notice that I posted a completely random timeline of Link. But...I had to. C'mon, look at it. It's fun. And random. Randomly fun. And cuz I grew up on the Zelda games.
Yeah...I'm WEIRD. Don't I know it! T.T

Friday, August 21, 2009

FUN FUN FUN!

Okay so here I am again. As you can see, I'm having a bit of a hard time getting away from the computer right now. That won't always happen. Just, as I wrote before, I don't have any energy to do anything but sit on my tuckus right now.

Anywho, I thought I'd share some things that make me laugh. You'll probably notice how easy it is to make me laugh in the first place but that 'tis not the point. I am merely posting this so that all you bored people out there ( i say bored because if you're looking at this right now, you really must be ) can have somewhere to go and see some pointless vidoes. Pointless to you; hilarious to me.

Number one is the original youtube voiceover of The Lord of the Rings. Enjoy.



Number two: SNL The Seven Buddy Cops


Number three: a bit longer...Boys Beware


Number four: Gandalf Tells a Funny Joke


Number five: Okay this isnt funny...just...weird. but its a good song...Two Weeks by Grizzly Bear


OI! Life calls. I shall post more at a later time. Enjoy what is here until then.

-Your loving blogger,
SHAZBOK

Ay Ay Ay

The midgets slumber.
What an amazing thing it is when all is quiet on the front.
Okay yeah I'm in a bit of a weird mood at the moment. And...I've gone technical! I'm using blogger and twitter and facebook (oh my!) But I'm feeling a bit lonely not having an audience yet. Is this how it starts for everyone?

Anywho, so I tried to do what I could today. After a restless night of a screaming baby I don't exactly have all the energy in the world. But that's okay. I cleaned the majority...ok...so I cleaned what was in sight. But hey, outta sight outta mind, right? And I have lunch ready for the girls when they wake up and then we'll go grocery shopping afterward. Then I'll cook and then hub will come home and then we shall "chill out."

Oh! Lemme share something that made me giddy yesterday. I was out shopping, which I HATE DOING. *sorry for the outburst. but i do.* But as I was paying for my items, I asked the dude how long they'd been open since I'd never seen them at that mall before. He's all, "Well, don't you live in Charlotte?" And I replied with a "yes, but I'm way on the other side and don't get many an opportunity to come by." He seemingly understood and proceeded to chat, asking me what I do for a living. Or, more specifically, "Do you model or something?" He asked in all seriousness. Needless to say, a huge beaming grin stretched on my face when all the other women turned around to stare at the "model." Of course, I corrected him and told him I wasnt. But hey, it was awesome to have someone think I looked like one!

Yeah anyway so that was on a more personal note. But I was flattered. And it was awesome.

Onto other matters.
I'm in the midst of a writer's block. My imaginary friends aren't talking to me and my self-proclaimed gift of word-usage is not being very gifty.

...

That totally didn't make sense. But It made me laugh so I'm keeping it up there.
Lemme give an explanation though. I think that I'm good with words. sometimes. No one ever said it, but I'm just going to think so. I am having trouble using that "gift" as of now.
Why, you ask? Well, I want to add more in a scene in my book, Zirconya: The Sage of Aluh'Nehn, and while I know what I want to write, my brain won't put together to words to write it. Leaving it unwritten. Needless to say.

You know what? I know I have a website and a fanpage on facebook and all but I will post some things about Zirconya here too. BECAUSE I CAN.

You loving blogger,
SHAZBOK.

Another Morning

Okay so I am now struggling to stay awake after a night of...being awake. My one year old, whom I shall dub Rizzo here in blogging, was up all night crying. I miss sleeping through the night!

Anyway, so she had finally fallen asleep at one point in the night, as did I but then I woke up when the hub was off to work. Knowing enough of myself to make the right decisions, I decided to not go back to sleep because the girls will both wake up soon and then I'll be too tired and moody. Small kids don't need to see that.

So, here I am now trying to find something to talk about that may give some of you out there something to do...er....read.

Um...okay. Here goes.




hmmm...








Who out there is doublejointed?? *raises hand* Oh! oh! I am! Me!
In my elbows so I can turn my arm around 360 degrees. It's awesome. Gross to some. Which I can understand. But...awesome. I'll have to take a pic and post it somewhere up in here. Later.

Tell me what you can do! And SHOW me, if at all possible. I love people who can bend and twist in creepy ways. It's entertaining.

Okay, so I'm just wasting time here now. I think I'll go snatch a coffee and sit for some M*A*S*H 'til the girls awake. And I'll have more profound things to say at a later time, I can assure you.

-Your loving blogger,
SHAZBOK


p.s.
gimme a topic and i shant disappoint.
*heehee, "shant"
dar, i totally took your word.*

Thursday, August 20, 2009

And so it begins...

Hello anonymous readers! Or, in the more likely case at this point, blank screen before me!

I am SOOOO excited to join a place where millions of people look each day with every chance of being looked at! A taste of my eccentricity(if that's a word) is my loving gift to all of you!

My name is Diana, but here, I shall go by SHAZBOK. Why? Because any time i try to think of something funny, the robin williams episode of celebrity jeopardy strangely pops in my head. Why??? Who knows!




yeah...thats me trying to be haunting. *giggles* cute ghost though huh...







OKAY! Onto some info about me!
I am...a writer! A wife! A mother! A sister! A daughter! NIECE! GRANDAUGHTER! COUSIN! etc etc etc.

I am a little crazy sometimes.

I may actually be bi-polar. *ponders on that for a moment*

My fav show is M*A*S*H

Color: Blue but I look better in green.

My song is Gollum's Song. Always has been.
I enjoy a humorous anime every once in a while though I'm more of a fantasy type of girl. You know, faeries, elves, dragons, etc. Okay, so I'm a sucker for faeries. (might as well be honest here)

A few things I would like to warn my readers about:

One moment I will be writing something light and funny when the next will be dark and dreary.

*ponders...bi-polar?*

-I get a little crazy.

-I write when I'm offended. Though, I only get "offended" when in a certain mood.

-Punctuation? I will have errors. This is my vent. Not a book. My book is Zirconya: The Sage of Aluh'Nehn. (http://www.zirconya.com/), also i have a fan page on facebook under dc ilinca. Have a look see!)

-I get dyslexic sometimes. I will try to fix what I can see for myself.
-My blogs won't be this long. Sometimes maybe, but I'm assuming that it wont be that often.

-I find political topics useless. Racial topics, useless. Religious topics? I am a Pentecostal christian and I WILL stand up for what I believe in. So, if you purposely post something against christians just to piss me off, beware. I don't mess with Jesus; neither will you.
Okay, so what do you think about my first blog, eh? *ponders...why do they call it a blog?*

I shall be off to find others that may entertain me. i am SO excited!



-Your loving, uh, blogger....?
SHAZBOK