A New Thing Arises

I’m not putting an image to this one because I can find no image that can describe it well. This new quote is distinct to draft two. It still has a few things I can tweak, but this is how it looks right now. Currently, it fits very well into the scene.

“Nobody has to get hurt!” she pleaded. “Listen to me! You don’t have to be the monster!”

He smiled, and the air was still. There was no sound but for a few stones falling from a building near by. He looked directly into her eyes. “A monster? No, I am not a monster, for a monster can die. When one becomes so powerful that men’s hearts fail from his footsteps and mountains tremble in his presence, has he not become more than a mortal? There were those who called me monster once, and they will soon regret it. I have become more than a monster. I have become a god.”

At that moment, this new being raised its arms, and the ground began to shake.

“…And all of you will bow before me.”

Let me know your thoughts!

I Am Not Left Handed

I Am Not Left Handed. Actually I am, but that’s not the point.

Okay, actually I am left-handed. It’s a “Princess Bride” thing. So, maybe, “I am not right-handed”? Anyway, that’s not the point. I’ve decided to go all the way with my research for the book. Okay, it wasn’t exactly about research for the book in the beginning, but now that I’m thinking about, it is. Basically, I decided to take up sword fighting.

“My name is Gabriel Penn. You didn’t actually…

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I Am Not Left Handed

Okay, actually I am left-handed. It’s a “Princess Bride” thing. So, maybe, “I am not right-handed”? Anyway, that’s not the point. I’ve decided to go all the way with my research for the book. Okay, it wasn’t exactly about research for the book in the beginning, but now that I’m thinking about, it is. Basically, I decided to take up sword fighting.

“My name is Gabriel Penn. You didn’t actually kill anyone, but prepare to die anyway.”

As it turns out, our campus has a sword fighting club. I found this out by being my geeky self and going to a 24-hr game night. It was a charity event, and during the later part of the night, I found myself talking to a guy. I was talking to this guy because he had a giant foam sword in his pack that he was carrying. I was like, “That’s cool, I wonder why he has that.” I don’t know if that’s exactly what I was thinking, because it was sometime around 1 o’clock in the morning. But regardless of what I was thinking, I decided to figure out exactly what was going on. As it turns out, he is part of the sword club on campus. Not only did he have one large foam sword in his pack, he had a lot of foam swords in his pack. They were all different shapes and sizes. My interest was growing. He let me know they had even more weapons at the place where the club had their meetings, and defensive things too. They had swords and shields and spears and basically anything you would want to attack somebody or defend yourself with.

This isn’t an original picture of the weapons, but it’s deff how it felt looking down at the innards of his suitcase.

Being my super geeky self, I was beyond excited. This would mean that I would have the chance to see exactly what my characters would be doing in fight scenes. I would be able to get inside the fighter’s head in a way I couldn’t before.

But he let me know this would not be easy. They would actually be sword fighting. Obviously, he noted, they would be using foam swords, but that did not mean they would be going easy on anybody. If they hit you, they were going to. This probably should’ve may be less interesting. But it didn’t. In fact, I figured I needed a better way to exercise than the way I’d been doing it before. Simple fact: running really isn’t that fun. Another fact: sword fighting totally is – especially to a guy who looked up to the character Trunks in Dragonball Z when he watched it as a kid. It is even more so, to a guy who loves the movie “Princess Bride” and probably always will.

If I randomly gain long purple hair and a cool jacket during this ordeal, I WILL blog about it.

And speaking of “Princess Bride”, this guy let me know that the sword fighting club did not do everything in the way of swords. If I wanted to learn fencing as seen in Zorro and Princess Bride, I would have to go to a separate club on campus – the fencing club. So now, it seems likely I’ll be going to both next semester. If this is what us geeks do for exercise, I’ll happily be a geek forever.

So the illustrator sent me this as a illustration/idea for the art style we’ll be using in the book I’m working on, Dark Soldier. I can’t be more excited.

I’m in Love

So as it turns out, my illustrator sent me a photo/photomanip/illustration to give me an idea of the style that she’s doing for illustrations in the book. Those won’t be photos, but this photo makes me beyond happy. Hope you all enjoy a little sneak peak. I’m madly in love.

A Post on Caffiene

Alright, I’ll clear it up, I’m not actually on a terribly large amount of caffeine, just two cups of Mountain Dew, which is the same as like, five cups of tea. However, it has mixed with my own tiredness, and therefore is making me loopy. So this is my post on caffeine.

Herp de derp.

Which, by the way, is an excellent song. I want some yellow people to follow me around and dance awkwardly. It would break the ice really quickly. Either that, or they would walk away really quickly. Either way, ice is broken, even if it leaves an awkward stain of awkwardness.

I don’t like the way that last sentence sounded.

I have no idea what’s going on anymore, so I’m going to leave that alone.

I have just come to realize that there will absolutely be no cross-breeding between gnomes and humans, unlike in LotR. In LotR, dwarves and humans could possibly mate. In Soldier Chronicles, gnomes look like mole-people. You would have to have one seriously pervy brain to make that work.

I know that may sound racist, but it’s more like… species…ist. Yeah.

It’s a darn good thing I am not walking outside in this state. I would not stop talking. And I might just randomly gain a British accent. I have been known to do that in my boredom. It’s not a very good one, and it wouldn’t fool an actual British person. But it’s enough to fool your typical American. And they’re like, where are you from? And I’m like, “Well, I used to live near Amsterdam…”, which is true. Amsterdam, New York. It’s hilarious to me. Only one American has ever recognized it as false.

Poor roommate came in while I was blogging / Skyping and just saw me talking randomly. The best part is he said nothing about it. He would be totally ok with me talking to myself like a psychotic person.

I swear, if we were romantically interested in each other at all, we would already be married.

But I think I’ve let you guys hear my psychoticness enough. Have an excellent evening and party hard!