Sho bunny sho

Marriot Blanche and Chester Adams. Gay couple stuck in the bible belt after avalanche.
Under the advise of their couples therapist. They had each tried to be in each others shoes. Marriot tried golf and schmoozing ended up with a broken leg. Chester tries to use his granddads journal to write a book of memoirs after a trip down the stairs. They are force to go on a vacation that breaks their mold. Lack of communication puts them on a coach train to the south.
After many stumbles and near disasters, they realised they are happy together. As workaholics who bulldoze anyone who gets in the way. They like wining and dining and staying in high class hotels, fighting is part of their day. No need for a pre bake relationship with the stamp of approval.
The moral is that Chester and Marriot realised, you can be happy being just you. Having a partner doesn't slow you down and there are things you do for are loves one on the day to day bases that have more value that a Tiffany cast off. Be true to yourself and don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

I'm not writing this. I'm really really not--even If if I just did nearly 4k of it. I'm not. This was a plot make believe for and his com. Not doing it...
Maybe a few more words wont hurt...

My word, worldy

I want to know the answers into all my quests.
I want to know the truth that is the world.
I want to watch the sky and not be weight by guilt.
I live for a glimpse of your features walking away.
Feel my soul splinting and watch my image not changed. Mirror of lies.
I wish to watch the world that surrounds us, and not cry in pain.
Walk amongst peers, no ghost of passed times to be invoked.
Hunting left a mark in my soul, a jaded scar pulling and bringing more pain.
I live for the hunt, I want, I watch.

Inside, Old friend?

Old friend, the burning flare escalating my back.
We have been aquainted through time.
I made it my keep, an other spot on my leather hide.
Old friend, Hunter the huntee.
Pegasus on my feet clapping the night away.
Grains of sand make no change, ripples in time.
Mortality present, the burning flare.
Eyes watching, obfuscated by blood. Tasting my nectar, the leathery curse.
Old friends still the Temptress I recalled.
Grains of sand shifting, blood flowing.
Hunter the huntee.
No relief, after Pegasus fades.
I earn my spots, claps loose their eco.
Old friend, are you here to stay?

Begin

The cold seeped trough his limbs...
Breathing was so difficult...
To remember the reason of his traumatic existence....
The sensation on his extremities were the first to go....

Proyects

So 'Not there yet', you kicked my but and made me so crazy and yet you are like my child!
I will edit you, I swear.
I might even submit you::ducks the plants::

New weird ass fairy tale type of story,
boy did you grabbed me unprepared. Yes, I started you 2 days ago and left you in less than 2000 words, but you scared me. And I have to study for the finals in February.
So I will dabble in you.
Also please no more scary names like Shelda, make me feel like a rip off!

Sandman no Go

Soooooooo,
Still no sleep:(
Problem is that If I take a sleeping pill now..well I'm gonna sleep all the way into 2009 with no stops, and that's just rude!
So cranky and tired, not to mention that I still have a problem eating.
Great way to be on the hols, called my doctor all ready.
So we'll see.
Trying to gear up to do some editing, I mean its been nearly a month and I want to try some new things. I want to write about a necromancer.....so yep.

Sleeeppy!!
Just came from the Uni had to stay in line half the afternoon only for them to tell me that I need to come back in february(f****ers).
I started writing and putting up some ideas about extra scenes in Not there yet....to.. you know explain maybe what happens in the whole book...lol
And also some ideas for a new book....yep I lost my marbles!!
On an other news......I can't have my secong part of the requiere books for PoliScie class...there was some problem and they send them back...
And the new ones are only coming in feb...f***ers.
Dranked 3 red bulls!! I feel like Matt!!

NaNo Character: Cameron Blake Windsor

Cameron Blake Windsor
He is a poli-sci mayor. Lives in a house of Campus with Jason, Tommy and Tyler.
Cam is very clean and anal retentive.
He likes authority, is a TA and works for the Dean of Ethics. He is a great cook, he taught Tyler how to cool
Cam likes rich and pretty things, is utterly in love with Tomas and has no clue what to do.
Often called a modern day GQ type.
Play by the rules…Is the ruling champion of debates matters. Is trusted by the administration portion of the college.
And is the poor boy who gets stuck in the campus lies and intrigues.
He grabs love and holds on to it.
Cameron Blake is very bashful and doesn't want to attract attention to himself, but look out if yo hurt his friends.

NaNo Character:Tyler Austin McCain II

Tyler Austin McCain II
Ty loves apple pie is a big mommas boy, sadly his mother passed away and his father married a Blondie half his age.
Is a singer and plays in a band.
He writes poetry and is a law student. He has classes with Cameron who is his best friend.
Tyler adores Cameron or Cammy as he call him to the point of insanity.
He never likes the man Cameron dates and has been in love with Jason since they meet.
Has a partner in crime, Martin aka dawn a raving sweet queen who outrages everyone with his wild side, who is a business mayor to booth.
He loves red meat and is waiting for someone to club him over the head and drag him home. Hint for Jason.
He is very outgoing and charming and is his penchant for outdoor loving that plots my book:)
Oh, and he also gets Jason at the end!

NaNo character:Jason Brandon Mallory

'Jase' Is a photographer..very funny and quirky.
Spends a lot of time with Tommy, his best friend. Has a bit of a crush on him.
Loves to commute with nature.
Childhood nickname is Brandy.
Is in charge of the Garden and has a small pit bull.
Falls in love with Tyler McCain.
Is a member of the GLBT alliance and likes the gym.
Likes public parks and goes around in a bicycle.
Oddly enough not a vegan.Has frosty blue eyes.

NaNo Caracter: Thomas Scott RidgeRayne

Thomas Scott RidgeRayne
‘Tommy’ is 24 years old.
Moisturizes, and spends more than half an tour to get his bed hair do.
Writer. Free lance, wild spirit large sense of righteousness.
Has a disturbing fancy for Chinese food.
Lovey lemon pie.
Bites his nails, and Sleeps in fetal position.
Uses aqua Velvet.
Drinks tea by the gallon. And has a love hate relationship with his mother.
Fancies himself to be a debonair lad. Its actually quite shy and judgemental….appears cool.
Always order martinis. And wears sneakers.

NaNoWriMo Song

Before I forget!
To the Flinstons rime

For all of the warriors still fighting the good fight... Hear your cry of War and Advanced upon your foe.


Clap, clap, clap.
The sound get on your mind,
It's the NaNo sound.
Clap, clap,clap,
Writing your way.
Your muse keeps running away,
your life keeps draining today.
Tomorrows 1k is just on the way.
Clap, clap, clap,
your keyboard is asleep.
Raine, sun or Insomnia night,
the sound gets in your mind.
You should be NaNoing,
What is anyone gonna think?
Plot,plot,plot,
is eating your brain.
Clap, clap, clap,
The sound of your keyboard follows you around.
It's the NaNo deadline chasing out your mind.
The 50k you can just touch.
Clap, clap clap,
Don't you give up,
On November 30th we are gonna party around.
Kick our muses and do a Word count.
Clap, clap, clap.
NaNoWriMo 08 it's about to be done.
On December we edit and it all will be away:)

NaNoWriMo2008

NaNoWriMo2008 is done, my first finished novel 'Not there yet' is a Contemporary story of 4 diferent boy and how they became men in college and all their adventures. Learned how they cope with love and college life. Rummor and Photoshops might put a cramp on their style. Its a journey of discovery and its not the finish line the one that matters.

Scared of NaNo

More stuff from my crazy world;)

The sea revolts, the sky wimpers for thatr beuty that left.
Maybe one day y'll come back,
to show us all that you still shine.
Tears wont come, sadness wont leave.
By the time you come back, there will be nothing left to see.
A piece of land, an emty shire.
All endless sky never and no more glow.
Sadness and tears washed all the happiness away...
Now we are just a memory of better days.
The sea wimpers and the sky revolts.
Please move on....our time is done.

JPB

Reason NOT to write

On a summer night I watch go bye.
Thinking that the stars never shine like like now.
They are saying hello to you my dear.
On an endless sky with many stars,
a nice summer brizz and the fresh smell of summer.
You my love shine the most.
I remember nights when we would glow,
we only paid attention to our need.
.....Selfish lovers....
I saw you blossom like a summer rose,
Now I watch you go like a Nova Star.
Old memories embeded in the wood in me the starch reaches to far inside.
To late to see there is no tomorrow without your warmth.

Brezzing True

This i s a poem I wrote about 4 years ago::last time I did any serious writing::
And because I beginning again...I feel like sharing...


The sea is dark,the night is cold.
Your skin I feel on a breeze.
I pray to the sky to have you back.
The night is cold, the sea so dark.
Oh a sweet memory of a lover tale.
The perfume of your skin on a breeze.
I once felt a sweet sorrow,
cruel faith by a lover I once knew,
An Angel I once loved.

The night is cold, the sea so black.
Now to darkness I return embrace like a blanket.
Heat,
Oh heat, cuddle like a child.
The see is so cold, the night so dark.
My sorrows are buried deep,
fueled by the memories of you.
Me