January 18, 2007
An excerpt from a story!
Well, as you probably know by now, my to do list lasted until Friday morning. On that fateful day I woke up with the desire to use my new computer game, so I used it. Pretty much I’ve been using it solid with a few brief breaks since then. But I haven’t used it yet today! And therefore you have a post.
I’ve been doing some writing!!! And not just posts or story ideas, I’ve been writing on a rough draft! It’s nine pages long already. It probably will be either a medium story or a long story. It’s not written in a serious style and is more like a journal of me trying to write a story.
The story is entitled “Unmushing my Brain” and it was started over a month ago after extensive gameboy usage. Aparently I wrote on it one day. Here is the start of the book.
Chapter One
It was a cold grey day in November. Exactly one week ago I’d purchased a brand new Pink Gameboy advance. A short time before that I\’d purchased other games for other platforms. During the past week I’d spent a considerable amount of time playing these games and also researching new games to buy. I also had a cold and all of these factors were rapidly turning my brain into mush.
“Enough already!” I said a few minutes before starting to write this. I wasn’t going to get rid of my games, not by a long shot, or not purchase more, but I was going to to try to do something intellectual, something nonmushing to get my brain back to proper working order before promptly mushing it up again with the new games I planned on buying. And what was a I going to do? Well, I was going to write a book.
Cranking up Pirates of the Caribbean music up to a volume several notches above where I typically listened to it at I began to formulate a plot for the book. And I didn’t get to far before deciding to go ahead and write the rough draft which is what I’m doing now. You see, I am Elizabeth Von Fange and I’m going back in writing style to the days when I went in long explanations of things and forgetting that such things are boring, and not even fun to write. So let us get off boring.
The main character of the book I’m writing name is Polly. Polly also is the name of a little stuffed bear whom I am very fond of and who has been an almost constant companion since my early childhood. So it\’s probably about time she got a heroine named after her.
The real Polly is a small bear with greyish fur that used to be white dressed in what used to be bright red and white stripe but now dark red and grey stripe. She has a rather solemn expression and a nose that has often been pushed in and then back out again. Her eyes have a rather glassy stare.
So naturally it is only fitting that the book Poly should be a beautiful eighteen year old girl with spraking blue eyes and curly golden hair, pretty complexion and a closet full of brand new frilly pastel colored dresses. Remarkable, she takes less time to describe than my bear!
So anyway, Polly, the book Polly, is the heroine of this story and Polly, my bear Polly, is currently sitting with my arm around her staring at the wall of my room while I type this story.
And thus begins the story! Polly, the book Polly, likes crackers(When she isn’t eating them she is sitting thinking about them or asleep dreaming about them) and Polly, the bear Polly, likes interjecting things that one ought to know into the story and pointing out that that the pirates who kidnap the book Polly do so without the intent of harming her but that the hero doesn’t know that.
One other little bit. I probably will post this story when I’m done(if that happens) on here so this is sort of a teaser trailer for it. Oh, incidentally Edmund York is the hero.
Excerpt 2(from Chapter Three)
So Edmund York went for a walk while keeping a looking out for pirates. Despite the fact that he was looking for pirates he wasn\’t expecting to find them and so he was very surprised, when pushing aside a branch, to look down and see that on the beach below him, he was up on a hill with a steep slope down to the beach, that there were pirates there. Some were still in the process of getting out of their long boats. A group of them where already on the beach gathered around talking.
At first glance Edmund York was able to quickly surmise that they were pirates. A second glance informed him that their captain had the most beautiful girl he had ever seen by the arm. Naturally his third glance was for her.
Being a man of action he decided to do something. While inwardly wishing that I had given something more interesting to say he leapt down the hill with a cry of \”Geronamo!\” unsheathing his sword as he ran.
Being of excellent balance and muscular coordination he did not trip but made an excellent entrance. \”Unhand that girl!\” he said to the pirate captain with a menacing motion of his sword. He said it quite impressively. The pirate captain, quite forgetting that he had a large company of pirates under his command instantly let go of Polly\’s arm, which he had only taken to help her over a rough spot on the beach, and took a step back. Polly, who had been thinking of crackers looked up and saw the hero. He was quite handsome. In fact he was so handsome that she stopped thinking about crackers long enough to give him a smile. It is a general rule rule that persons look much more attractive when smiling. Polly was beautiful enough even when she was just thinking of crackers with a far off look about her but when she smiled she was truly dazzling.
This was not lost on Edmund York who had noticed it and was busy noticing it. What was lost on him was that he was standing with a sword unsheathed in the company of at least forty pirates, all armed, who, though they had recoiled at first, were beginning now to collect themselves.
Personally, I don\’t know why they wanted to collect themselves. Not that I don\’t like collections, quit the contrary. I myself collect dolls, swords, fabrics, prom dress, wedding gowns, coins, computer games, trading cards… and the list goes on and on. But who would want to collect pirates?
So there you have it. I really like this story so far. Which is good, it means that it might possibly get finished. Typically I go through through stories and then reach a point where I get stuck. I\’ve done that a couple times on the story. however it being a story where anything might happen at one of the points I got stuck I merely had a flock of pink flamingoes fly overhead. And I\’m not pausing to make sure things sound good but merely type away madly. It\’s really fun! So hopefully I will break from games long enough to write it.