Electric

I'll just say right now, I'm feeling electrified all over. Driving tends to do that to me, whenever my parents take me driving I just mellow out and focus on keeping the car between the lines on the road. Today I went and followed my usual bus in my mom's car. It takes a road away from the center of town to drop of people who live further out in Pescadero. So, I followed the but, turned where it normally does to head back into town and took the car all the way back home. Now this isn't that exciting for most people but it did leave me with electricity running all over me. I felt like I could conquer anything and that I would.

Those are words that are comforting to me with my current task at school. I have to yet again transfer out of two classes that a) I no longer need and b) serve no purpose for me to take again. Minor inconvenience that made this shorter school day drag on endlessly.

You know that book Geist by Philippa Ballantine that I was gonna review? I just found out that I won another copy of the book. It shall be signed by her along with a sweet treat from New Zealand (Most likely not signed). This makes 3 print copies of the book plus 1 eBook. I feel like I should give some away but each is significant to me in some way or another. Oh and before I forget, she's going to be in San Francisco doing a book signing Saturday, February 19th. I'd be more excited about this except that I think I'm going to be in Sacramento during that time. I know I'm already getting a signed copy, but I'd still like to meet Pip and get the other copies of Geist signed. Sigh.

As far as the review is coming, I've started it but I'm waiting to see what the book review requirements in my English class are so that I can use my review for a grade in class. It shall be appearing on this blog shortly.

I also found (almost) all of my old stories from middle school. I'm hoping they'll be able to help me through this creative drought I'm experiencing. Repeat sigh.

Still, I'm feeling quite electrified. What about you?

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Nightmares

Hello everyone, I just noticed I have a new follower on Anglemeister Chronicles and wanted to welcome to the blog! I regularly am assigned to write some sort of article/poem/short story for the P-Town Post, my school's "newspaper" I use the term loosely. Very loosely. I love getting a new P-Town Post every now and again but really it's not a difficult place to get published in. Anyways, the theme for this edition was Halloween, I decided to write a Halloween short story. For awhile I was uninspired and just browsed the NaNoWriMo forums. One day I looked under the amazingly inspirational Illyria quotes on my blog and found one that greatly inspired this short story, there is a possibility that I will continue this story in some way, shape, or form in the future but for now just enjoy my P-Town Post Short Story, Nightmares

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Nightmares

“In my time, nightmares walked among us. Walked and danced, skewering victims in plain sight, laying their fears and worst desires out for everyone to see. This to make us laugh.” - Illyria

The Harbinger followed the child intently; he was no more than 13, with ice blue eyes. Eyes which spoke of all the terrible things someone his age shouldn't have seen. That's why he chose him. Fear was the Harbinger's drug; a Nightmare could have no sustenance but fear, paranoia was just the aroma, panic the first bite, terror the delicious dessert. This Nightmare could sense that this one's fears would be a feast.

The boy looked over his shoulder, straight into the eyes of a nightmare. If only he could have seen it. Nightmares were seen only when they wanted to be, and when they were seen they had already manifested as their victim's fear, not that they'd ever live to tell if they had seen a Nightmare's true form. The boy shivered and continued his solitary journey.

The Harbinger had followed the boy for some time now. He knew that the boy was making his usual trek to visit his aunt and uncle on the outskirts of the mundane village he had grown up in. The Harbinger's skin tingled at the fear that the boy felt when he thought about that place. He could feel the boy's emotions, mostly his fears, and the memories attached to them. There were so many fearful memories, the Harbinger almost felt overwhelmed in the sea of terror, almost.

The boy was isolated, now there would be no one to interrupt his feast. He didn't mind eating in front of the other villagers. In fact he usually reveled in it, but this time was different. This was too great a feast to risk. The Harbinger probed the young boy's mind; he would start small, planting the tiniest of seeds to feed his fear. The Nightmare spoke, willing himself to be heard. He spoke the boy's name.

“What? Is someone there?” The boy quivered. The aroma of fright curled off him like smoke, the Harbinger was in a trance. The Nightmare placed a hand on the boy's shoulder, causing him to jump. The boy madly turned to look in every direction, trying to see if someone was playing some cruel joke. It was cruel but this was no joke for the Harbinger, this was survival. Without fear, he would be nothing, he couldn't allow that to happen, he would not fade away.

He became the boy's worst fear, and revealed himself.

“Wha - what are you doing here?” The boy stumbled, backing away from the Harbinger. He just smiled in return.

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The Harbinger dumped the boy's corpse back to the ground, his face frozen in terror. He was surprised by just how much he had feared this woman, his aunt. Not that he could blame the poor kid. The things she did, that he did. No, she did these things. That was his fear, that was what he made the boy experience in order to live another day.

END 

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Geist by Philippa Ballantine

I have quite a few announcements that I need to make in the coming days, I can only remember one at the moment. Today I wanted to talk about a new book coming out October 26th, Geist by Philippa Ballantine.

Geist is the first in a two book series, hopefully a third. Books of the Order, allow me to share with you the description of the first book.

"Between the living and the dead is the Order of the Deacons, protectors of the Empire, guardians against possession, sentinels enlisted to ward off the malevolent haunting of the geists...

Among the most powerful of the Order is Sorcha, now thrust into partnership with the novice Deacon, Merrick Chambers. They have been dispatched to the isolated village of Ulrich to aide the Priory with a surge of violent geist activity. With them is Raed Rossin, Pretender to the throne that Sorcha is sworn to protect, and bearer of a terrible curse.

But what greets them in the strange settlement is something far more predatory and more horrifying than any mere haunting. And as she uncovers a tradition of twisted rituals passed down through the dark reaches of history, Sorcha will be forced to reconsider everything she thinks she knows.

And if she makes it out of Ulrich alive, what in Hell is she returning to?"

Sounds like such a delightful read! I've been looking forward to it ever since I first heard about it a few months back. It wasn't until recently that I heard about it's upcoming release, which has thrown me into a Geist frenzy.

Philippa Ballantine is the first New Zealand Podcast Novelist, her previous podcast novels being Weaver’s Web, Chasing the Bard, Weather Child and Digital Magic. Her current podcast anthology, the podcast that got me interested in reading Geist and Chasing the Bard, is Erotica a la Carte. Please hold the snickering.

Erotica a la Carte is exactly what you're thinking, sort of. It is an anthology of many erotic stories, often also falling into the speculative fiction genre. Philippa as well and other podcasters have contributed great stories that are fun and interesting, and then there's the sex. Look I could go into defending why I subscribe to EalC but that's not the point of this post. Although, I think I know what my next entry is going to be.

With the book coming out in a little less than two weeks, I just wanted to give it a little pimping on my blog for whoever may want to check it out. The Author was also kind enough to have Ace books send me a copy so I can review it on Abstract Discourse. You know, that new radio show I'm doing on top of Furthest Edge. I'll talk more about that later. At the end of this post I have embedded the video trailer for Geist if you'd like to look at that as well.

The author's website is pjballantine.com, the official Books of the order website is booksoftheorder.com where you can enter a contest to win some fabulous Books of the Order prizes and read the first two chapters of Geist. also check out eroticaalacarte.com if you like, c'mon I know someone is going to...

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The Chronicler's Return

Hello all, once again I'm not following my blogging schedule, and I haven't been reading things off my list. I know, I know, I'm a very bad Angel.

Now I've already scolded myself so I don't need to do it again publicly. Unless you're into that sort of thing. I'll try to ignore the sexual innuendo and say that I do have things to say regarding...well everything!

Going in chronological order, I'm going to start an October Novelette tomorrow, I intended to start it as soon as October started but I was busy with having nonstop lunch meetings at school for various things I'm involved in. What things you ask? Well I'm glad you asked!

I had a class meeting last Tuesday to talk about our Halloween Carnival and planning the school dance. It's rather sad that the decisions are now being made by a 3rd of the class, at the beginning of the year we made it quite clear that if you aren't going to help raise money for the class then don't bother coming to the meetings. Now there's less chaos coming from those that don't want to be there, unfortunately we had a mandatory class meeting during the first 30 minutes of our 3rd class. I didn't miss the chaos of the old meetings.

Wednesday I was at the Game Day at our school which was put on by the Youth Advisory Council (YAC for short) which I am a part of, we are essentially a drug and alcohol prevention program with a side of peer mentoring. Game Days are fun a lot of the time but It's rather lonely since the afternoons are so bright and sunny now and no one wants to be inside. It isn't actually a meeting but when you're told you HAVE to be there it can feel a lot like one. Thursday I did have an actual YAC meeting and we just did mentoring retrospective and came up with some ideas on how to improve on our mentoring. No big deal.

Friday (yes on a Friday) I had a meeting regarding Youth and Government. I love this program a lot and last year was a total blast to be a part of. We are still covering the basics which is understandable but by this time I was starting to get fed up, although next week we get to talk about sweatshirts (WOOT!)

I'm sure you can see why I would be aggravated to have a meeting during lunch? I know I could quit some of these but there are some decent perks.

1) I get to go on the senior trip provided that my academics are in good standing.

2) I get to get out of classes so I can mentor the lower grades

3) I get to go to Paso Robles and Sacramento.

I do miss hanging out with my friends and being an obstacle in the hall (yes singular) especially since the group's leader, Cap'n Sassy San Pedro Felipe is only at school on Fridays so I don't get to catch up with the Cap'n except in Biology which is after lunch but I must be ever so quiet in order to catch up.

*SIGH*

WE NOW RETURN YOU TO YOUR REGULARY(ISH) SCHEDULED BLOG POST

I believe I was talking about my Novelette? Ah right, well I have a character I'm preparing for NaNoWriMo named Zyon Cairn. Zyon has the power of Psychometry, meaning he can divine the history of an object or person associated with the object by touching said object. It's a neat little power that will have some hopefully neat consequences as well. How does this relate to the Novelette I'm writing? Well, I decided that I wanted to write something that tied in to my NaNoWriMo novel, So I'm writing a story about a set of characters told by Zyon, his Psychometry allows him to logically have most of the memories of the characters which he acquired from an undetermined object that will be relevant to the story. Zyon feels like the right narrator for this story, plus it allows me to really get to know him before November comes around. I'm hoping to have a lot of fun with the story, once I figure out what the plot is.

While I'm on the subject of writing, I have to have a scary story ready to turn in by Monday and I still don't know what to write, I may just throw together a fantasy story with subliminal gay undertones. That's always fun.

Last Friday I turned in my English assignment in which I had to write a Public Service Announcement, I decided to do one for NaNo. I want to get it back on Monday so I can record it and through it online! I'm proud of this little PSA, it doesn't seem like anything special but I had fun writing it!

I seem to be finding the perfect segues today because I have a friend who wrote a PSA regarding the several suicides of teen gay males. I won't go into a whole rant on this because I am slightly pressed for time but I did bring it up because on October 20th which happens to be my birthday, there is a number of people who will be wearing purple in memory of the teens who committed suicide, I know what I will be wishing for on my birthday. I just wanted to inform those of you who were not aware.

Segueing to lighter matters, I'm still going to the Shakira concert in Oakland on the 22nd. Really excited for this! On October 26th Geist by Philippa Ballantine comes out, Pip is a podcast author, therefore I am excited about the release of her book. I am also excited because I read the first chapter of her new book on the book's website, BooksOfTheOrder.com and I definitely want to buy the book. Not only am I going to buy a copy, but I hope to win another copy and if I can buy a third copy so that I have one for me, a loaner copy, and a copy to give to a friend.

In November I hope to do some more writing themed posts, and/or link to my daily novel progress, again really excited.

I'm not sure if this is in November or December, but I will be in Paso Robles for a weekend in one of those months for the Youth and Govt. meeting. I don't have to go but I would like to see everyone I met there again, If it's in November it will through off my daily word count, so that's not so exciting.

In December I will be finished with the Cybrosis novel on my radio show Furthest Edge, which you can become a fan of over on the facebook gadget to the right. I will either go on a winter hiatus or do guest interviews. What do you think? I'm going to make a poll for this blog and on facebook. Expect that widget up soon.

This is all I'm up to, I am still reading other things off my Kindle app but I hope to finish my book list by the end of the year or early next year. I feel bad for not being further ahead. By the way, I've recently been copying all the stories my friends have sent me and turning them into e-books so I can read them in bed with the lights off, the only time I actually can slow down enough to enjoy a good story.

You know, I didn't think this post would be as long as it turned out to be... I guess I have more stuff going on in my life than I claim.

I do have a number of other things I want to discuss, but there shall be other posts for that. For now, know that your Chronicler has returned and he will continue to be the scatter-minded rambly writer blogger you have come to...appreciate?

Ooh! I just remembered this, I'm considering turning my NaNoWriMo Novel into a podcast! I plan to bring it up on the forums but I wanted to immortalize it here first, but I want to bring in any willing participants, I need voice actors and I would like to not have to kidnap them in order to have them. I do would like to podcast other NaNo-er's novels afterwards but I will just have to see if people are interested. My novelette may become the first installment of the new Furthest Edge, coming 2011 and possibly other local writers will contribute and if things work out even some NaNo-er's works.


I think that's absolutely all I have to say.

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- Warm regards, your Chronicler

The First Time

They say the bathtub is a great place to think, I can't remember who said it, But I believe Einstein did this and that's got to count for something, right? Maybe he said it? I don't know.

I haven't even started and I'm already off track. This is a bit ridiculous? Let me try this another way.

So it's been almost five months since I've started doing shows on the radio (KPDO 89.3 FM) and I still fondly remember my first time (feel free to chuckle at the innuendo, there's going to be quite a few I'm afraid)

I have also caught myself narrating and describing the things I see or remember. It started today with me watching the shower head spraying down water at the drain and imagining the individual drops of water floating up and swirling around in the sky like leaves on the wind.

anyhow, as I stepped into the shower and I reminisced about the first time, I began to mentally describe it all, the emotions I felt sitting behind the mic and hearing my voice replayed on air.

This story is the result of that.

Day One 

I was alone, the beast ready to chew me up and spit me out. I wasn't ready, not by a long shot. The beast could tell. It glared at me with it's 12 orange eyes of malice, it primed it's 3 arms, ready to take my every breath. Tens of Dozens of multicolored thorns threatened to prick tens of dozens of holes in my hands. I'd spent the last month training for this moment. This was it.

I closed the door of the chamber, If I was going to do this I would need to do it right. taking a deep breath I equipped myself with the necessary gear to challenge such a beast. Mustering all my strength I lowered the first switch, bringing up another at the same time.

It's first arm was level with my mouth, I recited the first phrase I was taught, This was it, I was actually doing it.

My words stumbled off my lips like boulders off a cliff side. My hands shook as my soul bared out before the beast, my hands twitched, fear yielding to mere anxiety. I plugged in, changing the switches once more.

The beast roared, but the voice was not it's own. No, the beast spoke with the voice of another. The voice I chose for it. I smiled with satisfaction, the beast was less frightening, now that I was winning.

I stepped back, momentarily disarming myself, A faint voice echoed throughout the chamber, my voice. My grin now spanned from one ear to another. It spoke with my voice. The beast spoke with my voice, all could hear it. The knots of my stomach unwound completely. Anxiety was replaced by confidence, donning my gear once more and prepared to return to the airwaves.

Time seemed non-existent, before I knew it my time in the arena was up. I bid the spectators farewell, and freed the beast, letting it hear it's own voice once more. I disarmed, The beast was mine. I knew then, I would return, wanting to improve. To see how I could better challenge the beast- no the machine. That's all it was now. Just a machine, and I had bested it. Not bad for the first day on the job.

END

So what did you think? This is the first draft I wrote just after stepping out of the shower but I want to have people tell me what they thought so I can make necessary changes and submit it to the school newsletter, The P-Town Post.

P.S. listen in to my show Furthest Edge on Monday from 5-6pm Pacific Time. This week I'm playing another episode of Cybrosis! Also tune in to my new show with Shannon Bowman-Sarkisian of http://coastsidewriterforhire.blogspot.com Abstract Discourse, we talk about all sorts of speculative fiction, last week we discussed William Gibson and Neuromancer. This week we talk about Writing, more specifically writing speculative fiction! Tune in Tuesdays from 4-5 pacific. you can also listen to Shannon's show South Coast Salon Sundays from 4-5 pacific. if you don't live in Pescadero listen live at http://kpdo.org/listenlive.php

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Explanations of the Mud

If you have been a regular visitor of Anglemeister Chronicles or if you know me personally then you may have noticed that quite a lot of my blog entries of the past 3 years have disappeared. What happened is, I took them down.

I was once of the mind that once they were published, I should leave them up there, it showed how much I matured as a blogger and as a person in general. However now that my blog has begun to attract a bit more attention I realize that keeping posts of me sharing a link or a single picture are pointless. I jotted down the titles and dates they were published before deleting them. As for the remaining posts, I cleaned up all the early posts, making them slightly more articulate, even joining several entries into a single umbrella post. Honestly I was appalled by just how bad most of these posts were and more than a little embarrassed that I once thought I should leave them up. this resulted in a blog whose post count went back down to 37 posts, which is quite a ways of the 54 posts I once had but It won't be long before I make up for it. I may have to change the title of what once was my 50th blog post but it does give me time to gain more readers and actually do something special for the 50th.

As for everything else in my life, it's not doing so bad, I'm going on a camping trip tomorrow, so that's going to be good fun! The price I pay for this trip is sadly, one day off the air. I quite enjoy doing my radio shows, even if I don't speak much. However, It is only one show and I'll be back to it the next week. Also I've made some progress on my reading list.

In case you don't remember:
1) A Dirty Job
2) The Science of Fear
3) Neuromancer
4) Nightwatch
5) The Maze Runner
6) The Twilight Gods

I started "A Dirty Job" I like the humor but I haven't decided if I like the book itself. Still haven't touched The Science of Fear but if memory serves it wasn't bad, I just have trouble getting used to nonfiction. Neuromancer hasn't come in yet and I may just download it for the Kindle App. Nightwatch hasn't even been cracked open yet. The Maze Runner, has just started sucking me in to the story, I'm currently on chapter 5. If you've kept up with my tweets, you'll know I've been frustrated by the fact that it still hasn't arrived, I already checked the mail today but I'm about to go once again to double check, and yes I know it's Sunday but I want the book already! Beyond this book list, I did order another book for my iKindle which is what I am calling my iPod Touch when I'm using the Kindle App. I have decided. The book is called Cat in the Cradle which has me on chapter 12 after my 2nd day reading it, I'm going to set it down today to continue with the list above but know that Cat in the Cradle is part of my list now. That's 28 now I think.

I don't know when I'm going to record my next podcast, today would be a good day but I don't know what to say just yet. I may talk about my 2010 Book Challenge. As for writing I as usual am stuck in the mud, I've gotten a rope though and am trying to pull myself out. No worries!

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Spawning Stories

Would you be disturbed if someone walked up to you and said they "Spawned" their child? I kind of would, it just sounds creepy if you mention spawn to refer to something living. Spawn doesn't sound like an appealing way to describe a living thing, especially a child. Unless of course you are referring to something as the spawn of (Devil/Satan/Insert other name) there's an exception to every rule of course.

So random thoughts aside, I thought I'd return to some not so regularly scheduled blogging! I felt it was a good time to write an entry, especially since I haven't recorded a new podcast yet due to a new lack of editing software (I'll get to that in a second) However it does look like I'll be posting monthly Podcasts which is fine by me. less money to pay to Libsyn.

So I generally use Adobe Soundbooth CS5 for my audio editing and recording. I use Soundbooth because Audacity just sucks when I try to use it. I've been using the free trial and unfortunately ran it out a few days ago. right now I'm trying to learn Sony ACID Xpress temporarily until I can afford to but Soundbooth, which I love using! So until then it's probably using iPod Recorder and most likely Aviary's Music Editor.

Onto my Radio Station news. I work at KPDO 89.3 FM a radio station in Pescadero, CA and at the moment I'm preparing for my next Radio show on Monday (Furthest Edge every Monday on 6pm PST) I'm 4 episodes into Cybrosis - A Podcast Novel Written and Narrated by P.C. Haring. it is a Sci-Fi novel about Agent Ciris (a Cyborg) who after a mission botched up mission, finds herself going down a rabbit hole full of conspiracies and betrayals. This is P.C. Haring's first podcast novel and it has become one of my favorite "Podnovels" so much so that I decided to air the episodes on my show. you can find all the episodes at http://www.cybrosisnovel.com/ or listening live every Monday online at http://kpdo.org/listen.php

Once the 20th episode airs I will be airing local audio dramas written by me and anyone who submits an adequate script. If you like writing, try your hand at script writing and email me (contact info below)

On the subject of writing, I am still working on my Audio Drama series tentatively called Revenant. I am definitely putting alot of love into this which is why I'm not that far along in writing. I want to make sure I want to leave few implausible events (it's a Fantasy series so implausible is almost unavoidable) However, Revenant is not my only writing endeavor at the moment. I currently am going to try my hand at writing scripts for the Leviathan Chronicles and the Byron Chronicles.

Leviathan Chronicles is a great Sci-fi Audio Drama series about a civil war amongst a city of Immortals and a CIA organization trying to destroy them. I can't do the series justice, go check it out for yourself! Leviathan Chronicles is in the interim season and as far as I know is holding a contest where listeners can submit their Leviathan Origin stories of how they became immortal if you listen to the Leviathan Soapbox's to find out more. Darker Projects is responsible for the Byron Chronicles a paranormal Audio Drama about the adventures of Byron, a "being" who's existence dates back to Ancient Rome, it's not easy to describe in that the title says it all, the show is about the chronicles of Byron. Darker Projects has a contribute section where you can offer all sorts of services from voice acting to writing to editing. I plan to see if I can't put together my own Byron Script.

So that's all I'm up to at the moment. Check out all the Audio Dramas I mentioned on their websites
http://CybrosisNovel.com/
http://LeviathanChronicles.com/
http://DarkerProjects.com/

You can leave me a comment below on this and other blog posts. or follow the blog to keep up with my infrequent blog posts. to Eliza and Jack who commented on my previous blog posts, thanks for reading and I hope you continue to keep in touch! Eliza I get teased because most people think I'm obsessed and mostly they find that it's not manly that I love her music I guess? I Don't really know why I get crap for it, but hey I don't really care all that much If people don't think highly of me.That's all this week check back her for updates on my life, work, my writing, and my podcasts!

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Wonky and Sozzled, Likewise Bike Fail

First things first, for those of you that know what the word means, I am NOT sozzled! I merely wanted to use the word in a sentence, for those that didn't know what the word meant, It means drunk. I find it to be a much more entertaining way to say drunk, so now you know what sozzled means.

The majority of this entry is driven by my lack of entertainment at minding the radio station while I wait for my show hour to come up as well as waiting for my iPod to finish installing a new software update. So what's with the funny words in my title? Well funny story, I was tweeting off of my iPod (Using the awesome Echofon app) when the I accidentally typed 'likew' and the spellcheck  assumed I intended to type likewise. I came to lament over twitter about how no one uses likewise anymore, when the awesome David Ault (@astrotour2010) replied with the following tweet:

astrotour2010: @Anglemeister I use the word likewise, and also 

the word 'whilst'. I've been sniggered at in America as a result.

To which I replied that he and I should bring back the word likewise into everyday language. David Ault replied with a tweet saying we should incorporate the words 'Sozzled' and 'Wonky' and I happilly oblige by creating a blog entry where I shall tell you to start incorporating these words and many other obscure fancy sounding words into your everyday speech. Why? Because having a broad vocabulary is always a good thing, it prevents you from sounding repatative and being reduced to saying hahahaha and lol over and over again. Likewise, these rarely used words need some verbal love too!                                                                                                    
So basically, tomorrow morning, crack open your dictionary then get out there and start throwing around fancy words and watch people's quizzical reactions (confusing people is always fun!)

As for the bike fail, I was on my way to Phipps Ranch in Pescadero, to speak to the owner on official KPDO radio business (insert girlish squee here) when I was trying to fish the earphones out of my pocket, still pedaling. at the same time, 5 bucks were getting pulled out of there by the earphones, I saw the money flying behind me, slammed the handbrake and was sent tumbling onto my left side into the middle of the road.                                              
Luckily, there were no cars, so I wasn't run over and unable to blog about this. I was on my left side but my hands both hit the pavement and skidded. yup, the scraped against the hot scratchy pavement. I have a band-aid on one hand (left) which was the more scraped up one. Both hands still burn occasionally. I did not mention that the bike was still between my legs when I fell, so I had a bike on my left leg with my right keeping me from sliding out. Of course I got out from under (and over) the bike. making sure there were no cars coming to finish me off. I parked the bike on the bike lane, picked up my tangled headphones as well as the 5 bucks that started all this. I set sail for home to raid the med kit in my kitchen, and yes I said kitchen, don't ask me why It's there. once I used a soda can to sooth the burning sensation in my hands, I once more (with feeling) took off to Phipps Ranch.

For your information, mission was accomplished.

Now, for some shameless plugs. visit David Ault on his website. http://DavidAult.co.uk/ Follow him on twitter: @astrotour2010 likewise, you can find me on twitter: @Anglemeister and now would be a great time to mention the Formspring.me gadget over to your right, over there ---->
I'd greatly appreciate it if you would ask some questions so I have stuff to do in the middle of the night bored out of my mind. you don't even need to sign up to ask me questions, just ask anonymously!

This ends my wonky blog entry, we'll see what mischief I find myself in on my 50th post! My Semi-Centennial! I feel I should celebrate, bake a cake or something, perhaps give stuff away? we'll see, email me Anglemeister.lpz@gmail.com

Chance Encounter Part One

Alright, First things first, I chickened out posting the story I originally intended to. To be honest, I wasn't sure If it would be a wise decision to post this on a blog of mine that seems to be attracting more attention all of a sudden. I do still intend to post a Short Story for my 48th post, so below you will still get to read one of my stories. One that I wouldn't mind people finding accidentally on my laptop. Now, someday I may work up the courage to post this original story on this blog, I'm not sure. Without further ado, I present to you part 1 of a short story I'm working on:

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I was just strolling through the park when I saw her. Sitting alone on a bench not too far from where I stood, her features were more elegant than I had last seen her. She had the slim, lightly curved figure of a Greek Goddess, complimented by her tight jeans, ebony long-sleeved shirt, and dark brown boots. Her face was pale, no makeup, she didn't need any. Radiant orange her draped her face and barely reached past her shoulder blades. Her eyes glowed a vibrant emerald that could stop anyone in mid-conversation.

I don't how It happened or why, but I walked up to her.

"Emma?" I asked automatically

Emma looked up her piercing emerald eyes looking right at me, no through me. Trying to piece together where she recognized me from. her eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

"You probably don't remember me but we knew each other a long time ago, my name's Jayden Penn."

A fond smile graced her toothsome lips.

"Jayden! I can't believe I didn't recognize you!" Emma exclaimed, trapping me in her friendly embrace. "How have you been?"

"Good, not too boring, not that exciting." I replied. "What about you, last I heard you moved out of state with your folks?"

"Just visiting, I came to stay with my Aunt for a couple weeks. I came to the park to take a trip down memory lane. Looks like it worked."

I smiled, "Listen, I'm free all afternoon. Care to join me for a cup of coffee?"

She grinned, allowing me to see her perfect pearl teeth. "I'd love too"

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END OF PART 1

feels like a cop out doesn't it. I technically didn't write a complete story. well all my works cultivate over several days therefore you'll receive this story in short increments

So goodnight everybody! See ya on Post # 49! - Angel

Changing Course...

It seems all I ever do is make announcements of whats to come every couple of months, and no follow through. It seems it's that time again, But first I'd like to tell you a little story.

It was about 3 or more years ago that I stumbled upon http://blogger.com and was completely enamored with it. It was simple enough that I, as a lowly middle schooler at the time could use easily without much investment into the fine little details. The question is, why? why did I open an account with blogger? That parts easy, writing. I wanted to be able to log my stories somewhere and let anyone with a computer and a web browser to be able to read it at their own leisure. I could also keep a journal of events, to keep from completely losing the fond memories I make in my life, this is because I tend to often forget so many memories. Probably has something that has to do with that time I feel off my dad's truck and landed on some rocks....I remember bleeding copiously. Funny how the truck I fell off may be the very truck I get to drive one day...getting tangenty, and ellipsy, reign it in Angel.

Alright, so you know why I started blogging, now I direct your attention to the majority of my posts. A total of about One post has been a written work (and apparently the text was lost by Google...censorship!) the others are childish nonsense. As the mature (hardly), responsible (questionably), and dashingly handsome (HA! Sarcasm!) Writer/Administrator/Editor/Reader I have come to the decision of bringing this blog back from the dead once more (With Feeling). Wow I've resurrected this blog more times than Buffy's died and come back.

I'm going to return this blog to the glory it never achieved. Seeing as how I have the whole summer with no (time consuming) assignments besides a few English assignments I'll mention later, I have plenty of time to write some short stories for myself and whoever chooses to read them. I'll need to add a bit of a warning here, the majority of these stories are not suitable for children, and adults who are closed minded or are opposed to sexual content written by a fifteen year old. I'm not saying all my stories will be explicit. However, they may, and you will be warned when it is. Also I'd like to have update blogs with random content like opinions and book reviews, etc.

That brings us to what to expect from here on out.Well first, my posts will be more scheduled. How about I post an entry every Friday? Yes? Okay, settled. Tomorrow, I'll post my first story of the summer, I started this a week before school got out last Friday. Be Warned, this is an explicit story featuring two homosexual males. I wrote this as a result of months of anticipation of summer break, stress from grades, and just overall pent up frustration. I am considering putting two explicit tags just because one explicit tag may not be enough. Also coming in the pipeline is my review of the book, Vintage: A Ghost Story. It's a wonderful book in my opinion, and I'll tell you why, next week.

Another new addition will be my infrequent Audio Blogs, I don't know how often I want to do them, but they will generally be a part of the more random reviews and musings. However I know when my first Audio Blog will be. I'm fast approaching my 50th post, It's quite a milestone, especially since I stopped so many times and got back into the groove afterward, rather than let it fade away like a memory. I'm still working on how I'm going to host an audio blog, I may possibly host it on Libsyn. I'll find a way.

So that concludes the announcements portion of this blog, I have a few other things I'd like to bring you up to speed on but I feel this is pretty long for a simple update. Therefore I'll compose another blog right now that brings you up to speed on my summer.

- bye bye, Angel

Warlocks, Vacatons, & Podcasts Oh My!

So making a quick update this week, mostly because I will be unable to make another one for about 3 weeks (See Below) and update people on some of what I'm doing.

First off there's my Blog Novel/ Story Serial/insert name here: The Warlock Chronicles. It's a story about Aaron, a young warlock who has moved into a new town with his Guardian Tracker, Faith. they intend to start over but old enemies soon descend upon the town and only they can stop them. you can find it at http://thewarlockchronicles.blogspot.com/

Also you can follow the official Warlock Chronicles twitter: @WarlockSerials

Next is my Winter Vacation. As a high schooler, naturally I get 2 weeks off school for Christmas and New Year's. Of course what better way to spend 2 weeks off than to take a 3 week vacation! I'll be leaving the 21st of December and returning somewhere between late January 6 and early (like really early) January 7.
I may or may not end up being able to log on but I have no idea if I'll be able to post anything...

Lastly, coming in 2010, the Productive Idiocy Podcast Will finally kick off with it's first official episode! Featuring me (Angel), Molly and Alec. we shall most likely produce a biweekly topical Podcast covering News articles, as well as Discussions on topics of our own choosing. we will also invite guest hosts and if things go well, have a few interviews along the way. you can find the current website at http://productiveidiocy.blogspot.com/ and you can follow us on twitter @Proidiocy

so, now you know what I'm doing in the next couple weeks, however that isn't the only thing I'm up to. I have many more projects lined up both in and outside of this blog, which I'll reveal in the coming weeks but i have to say goodbye for now and I'll see you then!

~ Anglemeister (Follow Me @Anglemeister)

Warlock Chronicles excerpt 1x01

Ok If you read my Story Blog: The Warlock Chronicles then you know that I haven't posted a single chapter since September (It's been 2 months. WOW!) You may or may not also be aware that I am going to get back to posting on there starting December onward. I figured that to satisfy the the curiosity about what's (or who) coming next, I thought I'd share a rough excerpt from the first Chapter: The Warlock Pt 1. so without any ado here it is:

Collin & Henry

I had a long winded post explaining why I removed this story but my dumb hands got rid of it before I saved it. So coming soon...an explanation

Fire

Ok, I almost forgot how to use this, it's been so long! So as some people know, i have started writing a new Story Serial, more info later when I can tell u, but i just wanted to share with you an excerpt from the first chapter (which i should probably finish) that I am particularly proud of. I admit it is vary vague as far as descriptions go but i tried to not get so caught up on that and this was my result, please enjoy:


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I turned to see the blazing fire decimating the once nearly flawless looking school. The Fire was 
massive and seemed to sway majestically, I knew that if I went in there I would most likely die within 
the flames, but I had to go in.  She was still in there, trapped. She needed me.
I ran straight at the flames passing through with relative ease. inside it was strange, nothing was 
burned. It was as if the fire couldn't burn the inside, or the fire hasn't ruined this place yet. Whichever 
it was, I had to be on my guard.

the halls were cold, freezing even. I could feel the temperature drop as the seconds rolled on. I heard a voice crying out in pain.

I took off running towards the source as if the fire was chasing after me, suddenly I stopped. This hall, it was blazing hot. Literally. The fire had consumed most of this space, it surrounded and seeped out from the doors and spread sporadically in the hall.

She cried out again.

Like a foolish hero, I made my way through the fire and towards a door that was not yet entirely engulfed by flame. I could see her on the other side, the panic on her face. I told her to step away from the door, I backed up and ran straight at the door. I thought that I would have slammed into the door before busting it down, instead I passed right through it and fell on the ground  in the room.
I stood up and looked around, she was nowhere in sight. I walked towards the windows. somehow, they were intact, I could see the flames engulfing the building and the people watched me with horror yet none dared to move. Something compelled me to put my hand on the glass. my hand seared with pain but I couldn't pull it away. I felt my skin burn like paper. I screamed in agony until finally my hand detached itself from the glass.

The skin on my hand looked ashen, In some areas on it I could see bone. I got up, making my way towards the door and tried the doorknob, no such luck. I peered through the glass on the door, She was standing on the other side, She looked at me with a blank stare. I asked her to let me out. she let a smile dance across her face for a brief second and turned away.

At that moment, the fire behind the windows blew through the glass. I screamed after her, yelling at her to come back. the fire spread around the room. I could feel it surrounding me, it edged closer snapping at my ankles. I tried to yell at the top of my lungs but no sound came out. I pounded at the door as the fire climbed up my legs. Frantic, I clawed at the door, finally feeling the suffocating smoke. My eyes shut tight, the fire enveloped me and I screamed like hell.

Movies

Well while I think I'm starting to lean more to cinematography as a hobby, I still want to continue writing, and a couple hours ago I came up with an interesting idea, but I don't want to spoil it just yet, but I will give u a hint, @)!@ oops! I meant 2012... anyways...

- Anglemeister

Writing contest

So I'm writing a new story (more of a story serial) and I've decided to create a contest.

Edit: There is no prompt, just prove you have writing skill!

So what's the contest for? Well I want people to be more active in my blog first of all, next is that I want to show someone this story and give me input.

So here's the basic gist of the contest, First send an email to me telling me if your interested, then fill out application form below then submit an original story/poem of any reasonable length (cough*molly*cough) to this email: Anglemeister.lpz@gmail.com containing the piece of writing.

Application form:
Name (first name only):
Experience (how long you've been writing):
Why did you decide to enter:

then, I will decide which piece is my favorite and that person will get to be a character in the story and provide advice for me in the last chapter. The runner up will be mentioned briefly in the serial as a character. The winner and runner up will receive an email with follow up questions to create their characters.

Dates:

Oct. 9) Date when I must be informed whether you wish to participate or not
Oct. 18) submission date for story/poem
Oct. 19) I will select winner. I'll make an entry that reveals the winner and the runner up.
Oct. 20) Story serial will premiere. Also my Birthday! Chapters will Be posted in a 5 day period

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I will create a post dedicated to the serial later on, with characters and such with release dates

so until then get writing and tell your friends to enter!

- Anglemeister

The Afterlife: Chapter 1

well, I have had ideas about what to do with this blog floating in my Not-brain
for awhile now and i haven't decided yet so please enjoy this story written right in this very post! -Anglemeister

The Afterlife

Chapter 1: You're dead!

Gabrial opened his eyes slowly.

"Hey turn of the flashlight!" he yelled angrily.

"yep, he's fine!" A woman said.

the light dimmed allowing him to see that he was in an enourmous white room with little cloud pictures on them.

"What the... Who' the hell's narrating this story?" Gabrial exclaimed

Just shut up and let me do my job! And stop breaking the fourth wall! Or else...

"Who was that?" Gabrial asked

"The narrator, you can tell because eberyithing he says is in italics and there are no quotation marks."

What did I just say!

"sorry"

"so where am I?" Gabrial asked.

"it's complicated" a voice answered

"Am I in Hollywood?"

"What?"

"White house?'

"No."

"Eiffel tower!"

"That makes no sense!"

"Portland, Oregon!"

"No! Now shut the hell up, you're dead!'
"What?" Gabrial replied in shock.
To be continued...