Tag: writing
Let’s get in a groove, in a groove!
(Sing today’s blog title to the tune of “let’s get physical!”)
I tried to warn you
So since the only three people blogging lately have been myself, my brother, and Cody (Scarface), you all have earned yourselves another depressing personal blog. Continue reading “I tried to warn you”
Let This Be A Warning
For every day that someone doesn’t fufill their blogging duty (and let me remind you, they CHOSE to blog weekly), I’m going to post a depressing or
insightful personal blog. Continue reading “Let This Be A Warning”
WTF
Nine in the afternoon
HOW TO WRITE GOOD
Disclaimer: I am quite aware of the grammatical mistake in the title. It’s a joke. You know, “haha, she’s so clever”. That sort of thing. Right. Moving on.
Watch Your Grammar And Punctuation
I know, I know, grammar and punctuation suck. I get it. But do you know how hard it is to read something with badder grammar and no punctuation? I’ve had to read people’s work with almost no punctuation and sometimes it’s hard to tell when they stopped talking about one thing and started on another and also it bothers me when you cant spel gud because then either you look stoopud or i cant figur out wut ur talking about oh and tats another ting that bothers me when pepl use IM speek dat bugs da crap outta me if u cant spel out de hole wurd jus call me k?
See what I mean?
Writing Exercises Are Not Below You
Everyone is always complaining about having to do writing exercises and games, but they’re a great tool to help your writing. My novel Addicted came out of a writing exercise I did at a creative writing class I took over the summer.
Don’t Get Frustrated
This one is kind of hard for some people, myself included at times. But you have to accept that half the things you write are going to be utter crap. You don’t have to show anyone those bits, but you have to friggin get over it. If whatever you do is perfect the first time around, everyone else in the writing community might have to kill you.
Keep Everything
That’s one thing I don’t like about computers; when you delete something or erase an entire scene, it’s gone forever. (Key words: ONE THING) So I suggest keeping a notebook handy at all times to just scratch things down. Angry with someone but you can’t say anything because you’re afraid to hurt their feelings? Write it down. And someday, you might just use it.
Also, that random thought you wrote down a year ago may sprout into a great idea now that you look at it again. That’s something I had a problem with a while ago… I ripped out a ton of pages in one of my old journals that I didn’t like, but now I really wish I hadn’t. There was a lot of fun stuff in there, and now it’s gone.
Write All The Time
Any writer will vouch for this. Even if whatever you’re writing is complete and utter crap (See “Don’t Get Frustrated”), make sure you do it every day. The more you write, the better you get, and the more material you have.
Saudi Kidnapping: A Scarlett Herring Mystery
Scarlet Herring stared out upon the steadily darkening horizon above the gently rippling Red Sea. The sea itself seemed to be sleeping. Scarlet leaned on the fence of the observation deck, just thinking. The girl with deep red hair and oval-shaped cerulean eyes was a beauty; there was no way around it. She had a thin, shapely, but well muscled, body that drew the eyes of any male onlooker. Unless you were a close friend or relative, you wouldn’t ever guess that she was one of the world’s best detectives.
At the moment she was thinking about her upcoming vacation. For the past four years she had been living in Saudi Arabia solving crimes and other mysterious mishaps there. Now she was going to travel back to the States for a short time to visit her family in Seattle, Washington, before heading out again to Peru.
So she was very aggravated when a large sausage-like finger tapped her on the shoulder. She sighed internally. That usually meant someone had a big case for her. There goes my vacation, she thought wearily, and I was so looking forward to it. Turning, she sized up her unexpected visitor. He was a large man; about six foot five, around two hundred pounds, handlebar mustache (fake, she noted, and not very convincing), and beady black eyes. Dressed all in crimson, he looked nearly like an over-weight Satin. He squinted menacingly, making them, if possible, even smaller.
“If you take the job, we’ll kill you.” The near-grunt voice was close to incoherent mutters. Scarlet was extremely surprised when he lifted her and threw her over the fence into the sea below. It was about a twenty-foot drop, but she was too astounded to scream. As she kicked to the surface, she reflected. “If you take the job, we’ll kill you.” Apparently “they”, whoever they were, thought she had been confronted with a case. It must be a pretty serious deal, probably murder or kidnapping, she concluded.
Once she climbed out of the water and dragged herself onto a rock, another man scrambled over to her.
“Miss? Are you all right? That was quite a fall!” He was in his mid-forties, had thinning gray hair, bald in the center, about five foot three, and portly.
“Yes, I’m fine.” Scarlet growled.
“I was wondering, are you Scarlet Herring, international detective?”
“I am,” She removed her shoes and rung out her socks, adding to herself, and I know why you’re asking.
“My name is Frell Down. I have a case for you, if you’re interested. It’s a kidnapping.”
There it is. Just like I thought. “I’m listening.”
“It’s my son. He just turned ten, and he was kidnapped about five o’clock last night. We were outside practicing archery. I went inside for a water bottle and when I came back out, Chanden, my son, was gone! All that was left were two brown backgammon playing pieces, a coin wrapped in a blue pipe cleaner, an action figure holding a bank notification, five standard playing cards, and my son’s bow and arrow. At first I thought he was just hiding, because his bow was still strung. You see, we have a small forest behind our house, where he used to love to play hide-and-go-seek. After about fifteen minutes without finding him, I went back to the house. When I went upstairs to my bedroom to call the police, I noticed my safe was broken open and all the money gone!”
She thought about this for a minute. “Wow. That’s quite a story. Does your son always carry trinkets like this around? Like the backgammon pieces and such, I mean. And what did the police do?”
“My son always has little things like that in his pocket. He calls them ‘comfort items’. They have six suspects at the station but they can’t figure out who did it. They suggested I come find you and ask you to help us out. Of course, you can change clothes before you come down. ”
She grinned and nodded. Scarlet wasn’t going to let some fat, moustached Satin keep her from solving an interesting case like this.
After going back to her hotel room, taking a shower, and changing clothes, she drove her green Jeep down town to the police station. There she met Officer Lugnat.
“We have six men here we believe may have something to do with the case. Deliahs Smith, Cory Teller, and John Bender are close neighbors of Mr. Down. Chase Browngammon, Joey Ferrari, and Timothy Copegold are old friends of his.”
He handed her a stack of papers. “This is all the information we could dig up about their relationship with the Downs.”
Scarlet sat down at a table and picked up the first report.
Chase Foley Browngammon
College Roommate of Frell Down
Came in second to Mr. Down in a college wrestling world championship
Helped Mr. Down plant his garden
Chanden Down’s PE teacher
Known to be “fair if it kills him”
“Fair if it kills him, eh?” She snorted and picked up the next description.
Deliahs Gregory Smith
Neighbor
Son is Chanden Down’s best friend
Known for his “Happy, easy-going attitude”
“Why is he even here?” Asked Scarlet, rounding on the police officer. He muttered something about the bathroom and donuts then rushed out of the room. Scarlet shook her head and turned back to the statements.
Cory ? Teller
Neighbor
Daughter carpools with Downs
Broke
Desperate for female attention ever since wife ran away
John Bender is rumored to have told him “make some cash and you’ll get some beauties”
Known for being “suspicious and non-trusting”
John ? Bender
Neighbor
Broke
Known as “the guy who’ll do anything for money”
Son Carpools with Downs
Timothy James Copegold
Childhood friend/rival
Always second best to Mr. Down except at school
Played the drums in his band with Mr. Down, called BESTAAAH
Known as the “Music Man”
Joey ? Ferrari
Computer whiz
Close friend of Mr. Down ever since he [Mr. Ferrari] moved to Saudi four years ago
Never liked children
Known as “the guy who never leaves his computer unless he’s hungry or irritated”
Scarlet read over the reports again and walked into the room where the suspects were being held.
“You,” She pointed at Deliahs. “Go home. I have no idea why they even brought you here.” She turned to the rest of them as Deliahs let out a large breath and dashed out of the room. “I’m not through with you five yet.”
Walking back into the hallway, she found the officer. “I know where he is.”
“Where who is?”
“Chanden.”
A few minutes later, Scarlet and three officers crammed into a police car, driving to Cory Teller’s home. She had let all her suspects go after telling them she knew where Chanden was, watching for a reaction. Only Timothy twitched. If the policemen thought she was being rash and stupid, they didn’t mention it. As they pulled up to Teller’s house, she turned to the police officers. “Don’t do anything unless I tell you to. Keep you guns out, but if they tell you to drop your weapons, do so. Announce you entrance as you would any other time.”
“THIS IS THE POLICE. DON’T TRY ANYTHING.” Announced Officer Oapaka loudly as the foursome broke down the front door and stepped into the house.
Scarlet raised her eyebrows. “Is that really what you say when you break into a dangerous kidnapper’s house? ‘Don’t try anything’?”
He ignored her as four men in black ski masks and crimson clothing walked out of the kitchen holding guns. “Drop your weapons.” Ordered the largest one, who Scarlet suspected to be the moustached Satin. “Or we’ll shoot the girl.” The officers dropped the guns. “Actually, do we really need her at all? We warned her once…” He loaded his gun and Scarlet had no doubt that he would have shot her if the shorter man to his right had not stopped him.
“No, not yet! Who’s the boss? Me! They made it this far, haven’t they? They deserve a chance. All right, there are fifteen rooms in this house. If you can figure out which one the kid is in, we won’t shoot.”
Scarlet’s head was spinning so fast she could have been mistaken for someone driving under the influence of alcohol. Then she remembered something.
“Officer Lugnat, what were the five cards that were found after Chanden was kidnapped?”
“Ummm, let’s see…a ten, a jack, a king, a queen, and an ace.”
“I know exactly where he is. I also know who the leader of this little party is, where the money is, and who got semi-cold feet while the plan was being put into action. Chanden wasn’t carrying that many things in his pocket.”
Who was the leader, what room was Chanden in, where was the money, and who got cold feet? And how did Scarlet know?
/ SCROLL FOR ANSWERS /
Scarlet knew that a ten, jack, queen, king, and ace were a set of card called a royal flush when playing poker. That pointed her to the bathroom, where they found Chanden bound and gagged in the bathtub. The ringleader was Chase Browngammon, because when Scarlet was about to be shot, he stopped the gunman, because he was ‘always fair if it kills him’. She had known from before that he was at least part of the scheme because Chanden had dropped a brown backgammon piece. “Browngammon”, remember? He admitted later that he was still very sore from losing the wrestling championship to Down. Apparently, the sore turned to a throbbing wound, since he had taken such a drastic action of kidnapping Down’s son. The money was at John Bender’s house, because there had been a coin wrapped in a bent pipe cleaner where Chanden had been kidnapped, because he heard them discussing it as they grabbed for him. Now, Chanden had no way of knowing where he was going, or which room he was going to be hidden in. So he could not have dropped the last two clues, the five cards or the action figure holding the bank notice. Scarlet had figured out that the action figure, representing Chanden, holding the bank note meant that he was at Cory Teller’s house, because the word “teller” means a person who works at a bank. Cory got semi-cold feet immediately after Chanden was drugged, because he thought that the other men wouldn’t give him his share of the loot, which he admitted later. Scarlet learned from the reports that Cory was suspicious and didn’t trust anyone, so he was the only one who could have left those clues. Joey Ferrari and Timothy Copegold were released with no charges, since they had nothing to do with the crime. Scarlet may have missed her flight on the day of the kidnapping, but she managed to scrape tickets for the following departure and spent three happy weeks relaxing with her family and friends, entertaining them with stories from across the world.
Various ramblings numba one
1. When I was in first grade, some kid brought a ferret to school
2. I'm bored
3. In sixth grade, I was overwhelmingly obsessed with Taylor Fisher
4. People who think they're smart and funny but aren't bug me
5. I'm the dumbest smart person you'll ever meet
6. I'm really bored
7. Did you know that I have no intrest in golf, hockey, or frog racing what-so-ever?
8. CHEESE WILL ONE DAY RULE THE WORLD
9. I'm really, really bored
10. There's nothing better than sleeping in, dreaming of soggy waffles, and smelling the smell of your wet dogs
11. Having fun yet?
12. I didn't think so
13. Well, maybe you are
14. It must be fun listening to an imbecile rambling ON and ON about absolutly nothing
15. Hey…
16. ARE YOU CALLING ME FAT???
17. I didn't think so
18. Wait- are you?
19 Oh yeah? Well….I'll…I'll…, KARATE-CHOP YOU INTO A NAIL FILER!!!
20. How about that, punk?
21. I feel so alone…
Alright. I am done now.
Thank you and good night.
or good morning
or good afternoon
or maybe I should just shut up now
yeah, maybe…maybe…
Yes, yes, alright already! I will stop…
But I'll be back!
Yes, yes! I will be BAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!
Note from author's doctor: Sorry, Bri is unavailable right now, because she is currently sitting in a large white room in a strait jacket, rocking back and forth and screaming random pick-up lines. She will be freed once her therapy is over. Sorry for any inconviniences this may serve.