NaNoWriMo

I am writing for NaNoWriMo… a little story with horriffic grammar about heroes and villains and the origins of the purple platypus. Admittedly by little I mean 50000 words, but I am going to have  a fun time. And no social life. root me on and await the random posts that will soon come to let me know if you are even remotely inested in what I am writing… I doubt that I’ll let people read the miscreants masquerading as words, but who knows I might actually like it.

Dr. Horrible’s not so horrible

Three weeks ago a friend introduced me to one of the most amazing things on the internet. No, not blogging, not even a website for science jokes, but a video. Normally I don’t watch videos friends suggest on the internet especially if they are 42 min long. But I am so glad that I saw Dr. Horrible’s sing along blog. It is possibly the most amazing thing I have seen.

I love villains (ever since I saw Lion King in theaters) and this little film about a supervillain makes my day. Dr. Horrible is just the right mixture of sweet and evilness that keeps the film from being too sappy. This film has a bit of bite in it, but I think it’s something worth seeing at least once if you haven’t.

It reminds me of my WIP (or my work in progress) that I am going to set out to publishers in about a month, only my main character isn’t a villain (so far). I love comic book cliches, and more importantly making fun of them. Perhaps I’ll put one of my favorite scenes here for people to read, if there seems to be any interest.

Check it out here:

http://www.hulu.com/watch/28343/dr-horribles-sing-along-blog

The Power of the Pen

Here’s a little story I wrote in Highschool. It was printed as ‘Engarde’ but I prefer my own title for it.

En garde! The brilliant sheen of steel was flashing in the hands of a dark and mysterious figure. He loomed over the girl, clutching her only weapon, a quill pen. A dark sinister man of twenty against a young girl of seventeen. Young? I don’t wanna be young. I don’t wanna die young! Mommy! OK beautiful girl of seventeen. That’s more like it.
His sword flashed and her pen…What do pens do?…Her pen inked as they circled one another. The dark sinister man made a swift strong swing and stabbed the stunningly  beautiful medieval maiden. Merlin’s beard, methinks an injury hast befallen me. (Hmm, that’s annoying) He cackled as his sword took the poor young beautiful and inquisitive girl off guard, cutting her arm. It was hopeless, she was out maneuvered into a corner of the castle- Why a castle? Why not the moon? I would like to go to the moon, or maybe Canada. Why can’t I go to the moon?
OK. Fine. The moon.
“My master has called for you” The dark sinister figure leered from beneath his robe. His lightsaber filled the lunar space module with an eerie green light as he loomed over the young, beautiful, inquisitive, and street wise girl of seventeen picked up her pen and …Pen? Are there pens in the future? I don’t think so. Fine, the annoyingly rude but amazingly beautiful girl picked up her chrome nuclear protonic pen and said
Yawn.
“Oh no. There has been an explosion!” -What? There haven’t been any…BOOM… Oh.
The dark sinister figure loomed over the hapless adventurer and grinned impishly. The beautiful ,cynical, and judgmental girl tripped over a piece of the carnage left over from the bomb, and fell onto a blank paper. -Imbecile. Your writing shows a clear lapse of logic, if a bomb destroyed the building how on earth did a piece of paper survive? The temperatures sustained in the explosion would have incinerated any piece of paper. And another thing this evil dark ominous figure trying to kill me, he is an archetype, an overused archetype. It’s like starting a horror story with “it was a dark and stormy night.”
The blatantly corrupt and ignominious figure loomed over the hapless, but truthful, heroine bearing his yellowish fangs. His putrid breath -A most terrible case of Halotosis if I’ve ever smelled one- wafting over to our rude, but hapless heroine. She winced at the smell and grabbed the only weapon available to her, her chrome nuclear protonic pen. She uncapped her friend and noticed that he tip was glowing. She wrote a word in the air above her- I wrote two words- You have no right to barge into My Story and change things, you’re only a charat- In conclusion the amazingly beautiful, talented, and articulate  girl came up with a stratagem to cease this desultory tale filled with extraneous adjectives and arbitrary arguments. In doing so she took the chrome nuclear protonic pen, which was given to her by the inept ex-author and wrote the words:
The End
Perhaps a pen isn’t such a bad weapon after all.