Spring Cleaning

During the month of March, I read Utopia by Thomas More and wrote a lengthy essay on it as well as creating an oddly juvenile poster.  I also read Shakespeare's The Life of Henry V and wrote an essay on that as well.  I also finally watched It's a Wonderful Life, read some Tolstoy, and finished my essay on Jean Anouilh's Antigone.

Well, actually I finished that essay last night.

In other news, I opened up one of those old boxes in the basement and found, to my delight, the entire history of my life from birth to about fourth grade.  This is where things get scary.  Apparently, from about first to third grade, I was the class's resident math whiz.  

I think if nine year old me could see seventeen year old me, she would be ashamed of the math skills I now possess.  However, in that box, I did find about a dozen or so odd books that I'd written as a child, which consist of flowers named Stephanie and Horses in the snow and also about my unadulterated joy at finally seeing what trees looked like after getting glasses.

Script Frenzy is up and running, and I have about fifty pages on that, so I'm powering through in anticipation of a busy second half of April.  I'm working on the third installment of Naomi's series, so I skipped an entire book.  We'll see how that goes.

I also completed another step in my more-euro-chic-than-thou process by eating French Lavender ice cream.  I don't know how to feel about it just yet.

TTFN

M.K. Wissler

My Book Has Arrived

TA-DA

There it is, my book.  I printed and ordered five copies from CreateSpace and they arrived in a very big box.  My friend took pictures of me as I opened the package and honestly, I look like a child on Christmas morning.  One book stays home with me, one went to the crazy artist friend, one goes to my eighth grade English teacher, and then two copies I donated to my school library, autographed and all.

Very exciting.

I'll also be talking at my school's Love Your Library Week next Monday.  I'm really nervous, but hopefully it will be very fun.

I'm now working on Xavier's book as much as I can, but he is still being a brat.  I also filled up my novel scrapbook, which was no small feat.  I feel kind of empty without it, but I started another one, so that might make up for its absence.

TTFN

M.K. Wissler

The Problem Child

So you know when you baby sit that one kid down the street and they never want to do anything you ask them to do?  And maybe you'll try to ask them to cooperate, but they just look you in the eye and say:

"Why?"

Yeah.  That is Crown Prince Xavier right now.  He won't cooperate with me at all, and I would really love to finish this series.  It's all going very slowly, so I'm just kind of writing a lot of back story about General Lokiju and Count Omar who are really not relevant to what I want to write.

So after I finish Naomi's book completely and send it to Susie, I will try to finish Xavier's book, and then I would like to write the prequel that deals with Emperor Matthias, and then I will hopefully follow that with Lénaïc's book.

It would be lovely to finish a real series.  I'm trying my very best right now.

TTFN

M.K.Wissler

I'm Not so Hot at this Blogging Thing

Happy New Year!

Last time I posted was a month before Halloween.  Plenty has happened; I performed in a play, I won NaNoWriMo, and Crown Prince Xavier is being one of the most difficult characters I've ever written.  Honestly, he's turning out to be quite the troubled child.

I've also developed another idea for a fifth installment in Naomi's series that involves a war, a marriage proposal and a lot of strychnine, but that's still in the planning stages.  I hope to be updating a little bit more often now that I remember this exists, but that will probably not happen.

TTFN

M.K. Wissler

Inspiration on the Loose

So, my friend and I have a theory.

You see, she's an artist, and when I say artist, I mean art-school-candidate-oil-painting-pastel-using artist.  Yes. (Also, she is insane, but that's beside the point).  And the two of us realized that when one of us is working like mad on a particular project, be it a drawing, painting, story, or whatever; the other has no inspiration whatsoever.

So we have kind of created this anthropomorphic 'Inspiration' that is prone to running away from home.  We fight over it.  We insist that 'it likes me better.'  We sometimes lose it.

And for about two months, she's had it locked up in her basement.  She's been drawing pastel pieces with tons of deep meaning and men in gas masks, and I haven't done anything since finishing Naomi.  However, I do believe that it's on its way back to me, or at least it should be, because I'll need it for November.

If anyone sees it, let me know.

TTFN

M.K. Wissler

It's Banner Thursday!

Woooo!

Ahem

So, here we have a revamped Ordinary Enough banner.  I made about twenty of these, using royals and other historical figures as models for my characters, which seems kind of weird when I say it.

This is the only one that's in black and white and not recolored by an insanely awesome person on deviantArt, so it's the one that gets uploaded.

Yes, that is Anastasia.

TTFN

M.K. Wissler   

Paris Pt. 4

Oh look, some more Paris essay-eque things:

The Paris Relapse

So you go on with your life like you never saw Paris; like you never ran your hands over the spines of ancient books in those green boxes along the Seine, like you never ran out of a café and left your hot chocolate waiting to catch a glimpse of the Republican Guard, like you never went weak in the knees when you laid eyes on la Notre Dame at night, all lit up and glowing.

And then you open that folder on your computer of the pictures that you took while you were there.

And it's the heat wave all over again.

You close your eyes as tight as you can and it still doesn't conjure up those priceless hours of pure inspiration that you experienced, so you dig out that coat you wore when you saw the l'Arc de Triomphe and even though the coat is long and black and all wool felt and it's August, you slide it over your shoulders and you can smell the cigarettes and the coffee and the bakeries that smell like home, although you can't quite tell why.

And you wrap the scarf that you bought in a little boutique around your neck just the way you wore it there and then something in your mind clicks.

And you declare that you have to go back to Paris; that you have to see the Eiffel Tower one more time and drink little strong coffees out of pretty little mugs; that you will absolutely die if you don't see the golden gates of Versailles again.

TTFN

M.K. Wissler

P.S. I am trying to conjure up interesting things to write on here, but as far as I can tell, I should focus on the fact that I'm having trouble meeting my word count for Camp NaNoWriMo.  Later, okay?