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Life Lessons from Dogs [31 Mar 2011|02:06pm]
[ mood | contemplative ]

One of my part-time jobs is at a PetSmart's PetsHotel. At this hotel, each dog get his/her own "room" (unless they're siblings or the family wants them to be boarded together), which is a clean kennel large enough for most dogs to stand up in comfortably. The really big breeds, like Great Danes, get the really big rooms so even they don't have to crouch. There are also "suites," which are small rooms with doors and a television to play background noise for the animal. My job is, essentially, taking the dogs for walks in one of the playrooms (since we're an all-indoor facility), letting them relieve themselves and cleaning up after them. Of course, I also use those walks as excuses to play and pet the dogs, so I basically get paid to play with dogs, haha!

Anyways, there are a few regular "guests" whom I usually see on the days that I work, and I've realized that there are quite a few things that these dogs know about life that many humans have yet to figure out.

A good amount of those dogs have basic manners. Take Gus the Goldendoodle for instance. Usually when a dog is checked out of the hotel, the dog knows that Mommy and Daddy are here to take them home when us workers bring over their collars and leashes. Most dogs go crazy, so much so that there are times when a dog will escape from his or her room before the collar and leash can be put on. However, once in a while, we'll have a dog who'll be nice enough to semi-sit still. Gus takes it a step further. Not only does he sit down calmly, he makes me shake hands with him before he'll allow me to put on his collar.

Amos is a medium-sized mutt and is the epitome of patience. Because of his laid-back demeanor, he's in the small dog play group, and seems to take on the "big brother" role. He is never bothered by the little dogs running around his feet and always takes great care to avoid stepping on them. He seems to be entertained just watching the little dogs, and whenever someone from the store gets close to the window, Amos won't bark at them; instead, he'll go by the window and keep a watchful eye on them along with the smaller dogs.

There's also Lucky, a Yorkie, whom knows that family is a fantastic motivation to get over one's fears. For some reason, he was always terrified of the red slip-leads we use around the hotel to walk dogs to and from their rooms. His sister, Daisy, a bichon frise, was okay with the leashes as long as she got petted. Lucky visible shook whenever he saw one of the leads, and even tried to bite a couple of my co-workers when they got too close with one. Yet, when I took Daisy away from him to give her a walk for cooperating, he went frantic. We returned a few minutes later, and he dashed into the slip-lead and allowed himself to be walked to the playroom just so he could make sure his sister was okay. (For the record, he was fine using a lead to go back to his room as well after a few good pets under his chin.)

Dakota is a Rat Terrier, one of the smaller dogs in the facility, but a tough girl. She knows what she needs to do to stand up for herself and those she considers friends. Her room is a top kennel and allows her to be able to see over the half-wall that encloses one of the playrooms that I usually use for walks. Whenever a dog seems overly rambunctious (or just clearly not listening to me when I say it's time to go back to the room), Dakota is right there to back me up, yelling at the other dog until he or she stays still long enough for me to slip the lead back over their head. I heard she's even one of the top dogs in the morning play groups!

Then there's Wilson, a mixed breed who reminds me of an Old English Sheepdog. He's very proud of himself, and doesn't allow anyone to knock down his self-esteem. A bit wild, Wilson loves to play and talk. Despite disapproval from other dogs, he continues to be his charming, energetic self.

D'artagnan, a comical daschund, knows how important it is to just sometimes stay quiet and remain in the background, as well as including everyone in games. Generally, he loves attention, and likes to get the other dogs wound up enough to chase him around the place before claiming the human's feet as "base." However, there are times when he'll make himself scarce and sleep on top of the little slide in the playroom until all the other dogs are occupied. During that time, he'll come bursting out from the top of the slide, skid across the room, and take the best toy for himself. With the toy, he'd go and find the dog that had been sitting in the corner and invite him to play.

Perhaps my favorite inspiration, there's Lucy the Basset Hound. She's an older dog, over 10 years of age. She moves very slow, maybe due to arthritis in some of her limbs. She is also partly blind; one eye is all cloudy from being sightless, and I often wonder if the other eye isn't too far behind.

The best thing about her is that her tail is always wagging. Despite all her troubles, she's still able to be completely happy. She's never asked for anything other than a few scratches in the spot right under her ear that makes her hind legs start thumping the floor. I'm ashamed to be able to think of some people who lament over what they don't have instead of enjoying their life as it is. Yet, here's this old basset hound who, despite walking into walls and needing to use her nose and ears to see what is in front of her, always greets others with a doggie smile.

Good manners, patience, courage, confidence, spirit, friendship, and just being content with life are wonderful values that these dogs all freely exhibit. People may be able to teach dogs to "sit" and "stay," but I think the dogs have the greater tricks to teach.

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Excerpt: Hidden [19 Mar 2011|11:07am]
[ mood | calm ]

I figure I'm going to try to focus on two of the many random stories that are saved on my precious laptop: The Order and Dual Swords. The Order has to do with superheroes, and Dual Swords... I'm not entirely sure yet (in fact, I can't even remember why the hell I saved it as Dual Swords in the first place). All I know is that Dual Swords has a fantasy-ish feel to it, and I'm certain there's going to be some sort of magic system, etc.

Because I'm bored, I thought I'd post a sort-of excerpt from The Order story. It's more of a background for one of the characters instead of actually part of the story. I wrote it with a random prompt from a random prompt table that I found from a random livejournal community. The prompt was "Hidden," and it really helped me figure out the background for the character.

Anyways, if anyone is interested, here it is:

He had always been hidden. A baby coming out of the womb with blue hair would startle any sane parents into hiding the child until some appropriate hair dye could be found. Perhaps he would have been able to have a normal-enough childhood if his hair had been the only problem.

Unfortunately, he had trouble with the sun as well. He was thought to be allergic to the damn star the first time he got sick. Yet, the blood tests revealed that no such allergy existed in his body. Nevertheless, his parents tried their best to shield him from the outside world. Like any boy would, he always tried his best to escape.

He always listened to his parents after passing out and waking up in his own vomit that day.

Eventually, the doctors realized that he just got dehydrated extremely quickly. They were baffled as to why, but advised his parents to always have plenty of water on hand for him. If there was a positive side to any of his healthy issues, it was that he was the first child in his class to be fully potty-trained with all the bathroom trips he had to make.

Of course, his parents also connected his hydration needs to his love of baths, sprinklers, and wading pools. They could pretend everything was normal with their son when he happily splashed them with soap bubbles as they cleaned him.

What they couldn't handle, though, were the bills. Hospitals, medications, gear to protect him from the sun whenever it was necessary for him to go outside... It was all too much for the young couple.

Dangerously, the pair got an idea. Neither wanted to voice it, but both thought of it when it should have never crossed either of their minds. What if there had been an "accident" during one of his baths? What if he loved the water so much that he dove under and didn't resurface?

The last doctor's bill drove the parents over the edge. They had loved their son, yes, but they couldn't handle it. Wouldn't it be better off for the boy, anyway? Never being able to play with children his own age, barely being out in the sun, always having to be mindful of his hydration level... It would surely drive anyone crazy the older they got. Really, they were saving their son from a horrible and lonely life. That seemed like a good justification for drowning their boy, right?

But he lived. With his parents holding him under the water, he giggled and laughed because they were holding his ticklish tummy. The next thing the young boy remembered was taking a trip with his parents to the city and being left behind in a building full of other kids asking him about his funny hair color.

It was at the orphanage that he made the decision to hide himself.

It would have worked out just fine -- really, no one wanted to associate with the freak who got sick in the sun and had to drink a couple of gallons of water a day -- if that girl hadn't sought him out.

She was older, with dark skin and bright blue eyes that seemed to know what the world was all about and was disappointed by it. She said her name was Vanessa and asked about himself. He responded with his name and a grunt, but she never left. She never pressured him; instead, she explained things. He remembered being in awe at how smart she seemed as she explained how the tides in the oceans worked, how rain and snow were created, how its the Earth that revolves around the sun instead of the other way around.

Eventually, he talked back, asking as many questions that came to mind about the oceans and the rain and the sun and anything else she was willing to explain. Since she was so smart, he asked why he was different.

Vanessa just gave him a soft smile and said, "We're all different. But, you and me, we're different in a special way."

He was always with her in the following years at the orphanage, and she never tried to hide him when she spoke with some of the orphans closer to her age. She stayed at the building after she turned eighteen, getting a volunteer position with the orphanage while apartment and job hunting. She always said she wasn't going to leave him behind; they would leave together when he was legally an adult. They both knew he would never be adopted.

His eighteenth birthday couldn't come soon enough. It was that night that Vanessa and he left the orphanage and never looked back. She was only twenty-three at that time, but she had cared for him more than anyone else in his life at that time. Despite the fact that the sun wasn't even out, she carried extra water bottles for him on their way to her new apartment, "just in case."

His personality didn't completely change because Vanessa spoke to him that fateful day. He still kept his emotions hidden to most people that he meets. Yet, day by day, the shield cracks just a little bit more. He even returns Critter's brilliant smiles for her without the fear of getting hurt.

Of course, Vanessa's smirks at the grin exchange makes his smile morph into a blush and a scowl at his sister's direction...

...But that's a different story.
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Warning: Detour Ahead [18 Mar 2011|11:09am]
[ mood | chipper ]

I feel like writing, and I do have a random story minimized on my computer as I type this, but... I dunno, it feels like the words from my brain are taking long-ass detours before getting to the page.

SO of course I bring up the Internet, and I was browsing my favorites list and found Kiwi Writers. I couldn't remember what the hell it was, so I went to explore it. There are plenty of cool resources and challenges (my favorite was the "Rejection Collection -- collect 25 rejection letters during the year!" xD), and a section that listed a bunch of monthly challenges, such as different NaNoWriMos. One particular link that caught my eye was the NaBloPoMo. Since this is, essentially, a blogging/journal community, I thought I'd post it.

NaBloPoMo is National Blog Posting Month. I dunno if there's an actual month, really, but the place seems to update every day with a random prompt to talk about on your blog. I figure it's a really great opportunity for people who want to get in the habit of blogging every day.

So, today is March 18th, and the prompt is: You're standing in line behind someone you don't know but who you really want to talk to. What do you do?

...Why would I want to talk to someone I don't know? Is the person hot? Someone famous? If the person is that famous, why the hell is he/she standing in line? Wouldn't the person get VIP treatment and ushered to the front? Maybe this famous person is really humble. Yeah, and since people are fickle about celebrities, this particular famous person doesn't want to anger anyone by cutting in line...

I don't think this particular prompt works for me.

Let's backtrack and look at previous prompts. Let's see... From February 7th, if you could take over the life of any character from a book or film and be them for a week, who would you choose?

BATMAN! Well, that was easy.
Okay, let's put more thought into this, since being Batman would probably make me cranky from crazy criminals and lack of sleep. Meeting Alfred would be awesome, though. That guy is so chill.

Honestly, I probably would like to try being a superhero character. Maybe someone from the X-Men or Justice League, ya know, a big group of people trying to protect the world together. Or someone with magic. Raise your hands if you ever wished you could fly!

Maybe I'd be a Disney character. The bad parts don't happen for long, and everyone is able to burst out into song at a moment's notice. I'm not sure if I'd want to be a princess... Waiting for a guy to come rescue me is not a fantastic idea to me. Perhaps Jasmine from Aladdin? She wasn't exactly a damsel in distress. With a pet tiger, a genie, and a flying carpet, what else would you need?

Instead of a book or a film, I wonder if I would be able to be a video game character. A Pokemon trainer would be fantastic, haha! Or maybe a character from the Legend of Zelda games, with all the different races and magic and temples and locations...

*wistful sigh*

On that note, perhaps I'll get back to my story. I can pretend I'm taking over one of those character's lives. Happy writing everyone!

Before I complete this post, let's go on one last detour: ScriptFrenzy is next month! I dunno if I'm going to do it (I epically failed last year), but my sister [info]rachel3 is. She's pretty good with the month-long challenges like ScriptFrenzy and NaNoWriMo; I get too distracted. Anyways, check it out if you're interested!

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Superhero [24 Feb 2011|01:41pm]
[ mood | contemplative ]
[ music | "Batman Begins" soundtrack ]

Ever since I was little, my life was influenced by video games, comic books, and tales of superheroes; I have my maternal uncles to thank for it.

I have always dreamed about what it would be like to meet a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle, to be a part of the X-Men, to try to survive in gritty Gotham City. Would I be able to fit in? Possibly. Would I still have the same personality, same outlook on life? Probably not.

Lately I've been thinking about what I want to do in my life. When I first started college, I majored in information technology, basically because I'm good with computers. My mind and heart kept going back and forth with ideas for future careers, from graphic design to video game programming to law enforcement to paralegal to working with animals or technology. I soon learned of an interesting major called computer forensics, a fairly new major to the scene of colleges, that combined the best aspects of law enforcement with information technology. I switched gears right in the middle of a semester (considering the money I lost, it may not have been the best choice, but I digress) and joined the other few CF majors.

I've been taking many law classes and hearing plenty of examples of real-life cases that a law enforcement officer could possibly face in his or her career. It all sounds so fascinating, if dangerous. Obviously this career would be nothing like those comic book characters may face (I'd be very surprised [and terrified] to find a real-life Joker in my little city), but I believe this would be the closest I would ever get to be like my heroes.

Yes, I know I can't be Batman. But, perhaps I can be Commissioner Gordon.

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Wheee....! [01 Oct 2010|04:09pm]
[ mood | bouncy ]
[ music | Justice League Unlimited Theme ]

Guess what next month is?!

Yeah, November, I know, but do you know what happens during November?

...Well, yes, Thanksgiving is in November, as is Veterans Day... But what else?

It's National Novel Writing Month, a.k.a. NaNoWriMo! :D This'll be my third year trying it, and hopefully I'll cross the finish line this time! Unlike my previous attempts, this time I'm REALLY excited about my idea/novel. It has to do with young people trying to be superheroes.

Superheroes are awesome. Really, if I had the choice, I would totally be a mutant and protect the good people while wearing spandex and a cape. Well... Maybe not the cape. I kinda agree with Edna in "The Incredibles." But capes are hot. Look at Batman for a prime example. Seriously, I think superheroes are the reason why I want to go into law enforcement or prosecution; I want to save the world.

So, I'm pretty sure I have all my main characters. I still need to finish up their little mini-bios, but I also started just writing little short stories based on prompts I found on livejournal. That's what I'm planning to do this month in order to prepare for NaNoWriMo. Mayhaps I'll post a few of those stories here.

That's all.

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Muse Talk [29 Mar 2010|10:03am]
[ mood | artistic ]
[ music | "Energetic," by BoA ]

(I would like to introduce my muse Tech. He is here today to try to help me organize all my stories.)

Tech: Alrightie, let's get this show on the road! *dons goggles* So, out of the many fanfiction ideas you have, only two are truly in the works. C.E. is closer to finishing than O.H.P.T.S.E.F.S. ... Maybe in another meeting we'll talk about giving the latter a much shorter title...

Kris: *trying to make a rubber pencil*

Tech: As for original novels, you have at least five serious ones in the works. "Works," meaning, you at least have a couple of pages of each. You are going to participate in Script Frenzy, right?

Kris: Yep. Not sure what exactly I'm going to do for that.

Tech: Yeah, you're debating between two ideas, both comics. One is like fanfiction and the other original. Well, you have two days to decide; I suggest doing so quickly and preparing a bit. So... let's make up some sort of schedule for you to write. I think you are going to have to officially put O.H.P.T-whatever on hiatus; it would be much easier for you to be able to write it all out and post it periodically instead of writing a little bit at a time and updating every six months or so.

Kris: And focus more on C.E.?

Tech: And its prequel's rewrite. Try to write at least five hundred words a day in between school and work. Be strict with yourself; no video games until your writing is done for the day. If you get sick of writing or the dreaded writer's block rears its ugly head, take a break and try drawing. It's getting difficult trying to organize all those too!

Kris: Fine, fine... What about the original novels?

Tech: You are very sporadic with those, bouncing around from project to project like you're on a constant sugar high. Get the fanfictions done for those who enjoy reading them. After doing your daily writing on the fanfics, then you can pick one of the original novels and try a bit of writing on those. That all sound good?

Kris: Sure. Hopefully I'll be able to stick to some sort of routine. Would it be worth it to try to create a routine now when I'm just going to do Script Frenzy next month?

Tech: Who says you can't do both? Do at least your minimum page amount for Script Frenzy, then the five hundred words for your other stories. You're a quick typist; it shouldn't be too big of a problem for you.

Kris: ... Oi. Okay, I'll try it.

Tech: Great! So, what are you going to do now?

Kris: I'm going to clean my room!

Tech: -_-'

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Not Procrastination...Just research [22 Mar 2010|09:18am]
[ mood | calm ]
[ music | "Sherlock Holmes" soundtrack ]

I enjoy writing fanfiction, and I have one that has been "in the works" for over five years. Most of the time work and school get in the way of me writing the damn thing, and suddenly six months pass since I last updated the story. I know it is annoying to the readers who enjoy the story, and I do feel bad... But, alas, such is life.

So, this morning, I have a couple of free hours that I figured I would spend writing a bit more of the fanfiction. I cracked open the notebook, found a pencil, and stared at the last sentence I wrote while trying to rack my brain for any sort of memory as to what I was going to write next in the story.

"Okay, maybe if I reread a bit of the story, it'll come back to me."

Flipping backwards in the notebook, I unconsciously picked the longest chapter to read over, finding tiny mistakes that I didn't notice before, and a half hour of my self-proclaimed writing time is whittled away.

"Wait a minute... The latest chapter of this is on my computer, not in the notebook. Maybe that will give me a clue as to where I was going with this."

With my laptop fired up, all hope of writing could be thrown out the window. The latest chapter was reread, along with reviews that people have sent me, and my profile on fanfiction[dot]net and my watch list and my favorites list and the favorites lists of the people I watch...

Obviously none of these lists and readings made me add a single word to my story. Once I realized this, I clicked right out of my fanfiction[dot]net profile...

And googled "how to get motivated to write."

I spent another half hour reading tips and character guides that I found interesting, but not helpful when it came to my story. Then, somehow, I ended up on imdb[dot]come looking up the new "Prince of Persia" movie that is coming out.

So, why am I on here now instead of using the last two hours before work writing my fanfiction?

...I don't know.

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Romance Ramble [12 Mar 2010|11:36am]
[ mood | artistic ]

First entry and I'm going to ramble about romance in fantasy/science-fiction stories!

So, I'm not a big romance reader. A touch of it here and there is fine with me, but I can't stand the entire novel revolving around the word, mostly because I think it can get a bit sappy. I just prefer adventure and action.

Of course, adventure, action, fantasy, what-have-you all have some romance in it, it seems. Every hero needs a lady to give him motivation to succeed, while every heroine needs a strong man standing by her side.

Why?

In the few fanfictions that I have written, there have been quite a few questions as to who will be paired up with whom, and quite a few people saying, "I think you should pair up X with Y!" It always leaves me bemused as to how people get hung on pairings. How was the plot of the story going? In a story that is not part of the romance genre, is the romance that important to making the story move along? Are the characters' lives really hanging by the romance thread? Is The Dark Lord of Doom going to turn into the Light Fairy of Rainbows all because the hero found the love of his life?

(If the Dark Lord does turn into the Light Fairy, the novel may have bigger problems...)

In fanfictions that I have read, this also seems to be a major topic. In author's notes before the story, the authors ask who the readers want the hero to end up with. Um, HELLO? Shouldn't the author be in charge of that? More importantly, shouldn't the author be more concerned with the plot than who was going to sleep with whom?

Another problem I have with romance in fantasy/science-fiction/adventure/any-other-genre-that-isn't-romance books is the fact that the love interest is usually shoved into the readers' faces: "Mr. Hero, meet Ms. Right. May you live happily ever after with your 2.5 kids after Ms. Right supports you in defeating the Dark Lord."

I mean... really?

The love interest will always be right by the hero's side, sacrificing her own dreams to believe in him, to make him her dream as if she hadn't had a purpose for her life before she met him. I would love to see a story where the love interest is just as developed as the hero, with separate dreams and a personality other than a "loving angel."

Hm. I suppose that's enough for an introductory entry, eh?

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