tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16048168585027028572024-03-19T04:10:46.501-07:00J. McSpadden WritesWriting isn't a career, it's a passionate hobby that will never leave me alone until I write down every last word of this story constantly screaming inside my head, "LET ME OUT!"
So I do. I write. And what happens next always boggles my mind. You actually read my inner thoughts.
I hope you enjoy whats coming next because it's going to be a whirl wind. I'm J. McSpadden and I write for you.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01331053282637186525noreply@blogger.comBlogger100125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604816858502702857.post-28750428025331132672015-06-17T17:32:00.002-07:002015-06-17T17:32:23.782-07:00I have MOVED!!Not a crazy big deal, but I decided to make a move. You can find my blog at:<br />
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I look forward to your feedback and loving words there. Thanks for following me!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01331053282637186525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604816858502702857.post-83114763867955578362015-06-16T14:16:00.000-07:002015-06-16T14:16:09.311-07:00Help...I need your feedback peeps!!!I need some thoughts from the masses...or rather the 5 people that might actually read my blog.<br />
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I have been doing some really heavy thinking about my novel, and the longer I wait and hold onto my manny I just feel like I am losing my spark over it. I need it to be out there. I am waiting on one more opinion, but really truly I think I am going to do a final polish and then self publish.<br />
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I was trying so hard to get an agent and get traditionally published but it just hasn't worked out so far and I kinda just want to be out with it. It's not really about making any money on it, it's more about getting the book out there to be available. Of course I hope people read it, of course I want many people to love it. But really truly I just want to know that I did it, that I accomplished it.<br />
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However, I still have my reservations. Should I keep trying to land the glory agent, or should I just self publish?<br />
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Thoughts? Opinions? Ideas? Completely unrelated comments are always welcome as well :)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01331053282637186525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604816858502702857.post-8980511183559811022015-05-26T12:10:00.000-07:002015-05-26T12:10:14.562-07:00Huh...well that's new...<div dir="ltr">
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First, I realized many years ago that I love food. Not just food in general, I love interesting concoctions of food. I love apples and gourmet cheese, fig jam on jalapeño rosemary toast, bacon infused goat cheese stuffed dates dipped in a sweet cherry sauce. I love food. Reading the Hunger Games actually made me hungry because the food is described so eloquently. I don't just love food though, I love great food. You won't see me eating McDonald's or taco bell unless it's the last option at 3 am and I'm about to die from starvation.</div>
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Second, it's a well known fact in my friend group and my family that I am an advocate and a deep lover of really good beer. Wine is a close second as I drink it often, but a really tasty beer just always hits the right spot. It's not just about the flavor though it's about the process and the brewery. The people behind the magic. I love supporting the small breweries, and not just because I am from San Diego and some of the best breweries are located there, but more because they have worked so hard to create something I love so much. I must give them my complete and total attention.</div>
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Third, I have a ridiculous sweet tooth which amazingly as my mother and Grandmother told me, my taste buds have changed. I no longer crave the ultimate sweet sweet candy and pure sugar, I crave the decadent and the grand. Mint fudge swirl ice cream mixed with mint chocolate chips, creme brulee with a side of fresh strawberries and whip cream, fresh pumpkin cheesecake, eclairs, oh man the list just goes on. Again, I am obsessed with food, but only the best kind. </div>
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Don't get me wrong, I love the healthy food too, I love my veggies and my fruit which is why this mass love of good things has become a very very big problem. I may think externally that I am eating quite healthy, to be honest I do still try to eat as healthy as possible, but the truth is that I love even healthy food too much that the idea of portion control just goes right out the window along with microwaved meals and fast food.</div>
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Now the strange thing that happened to me......I realized for the first time ever that I myself didn't find what I saw in the mirror attractive. It was a strange occurrence, and one that kinda came as a strange out of body experience because it was in no way self battering to my ego or damaging to my self esteem. Honestly, it was more of a blunt understanding that I had indeed gotten to a place I told myself I never would. I can't honestly say that this moment hasn't been creeping up on me because it most definitely has, but I can say that I didn't really understand the emotion and truth of it until I saw something I didn't want to see in a way that I didn't want to see it.</div>
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People are so conscious of the way they look these days that it is incredibly hard to look at your own body and say, "I love myself." I have those days too don't get me wrong. I have to tell myself that it's ok that I have red blotchy skin, that it doesn't matter that my teeth aren't all that white or straight, and that I may not have luxuriously thick curly hair, I have long beautiful hair that is for me. I am like the rest in struggling with the daily idea that what my body is...is beautiful, but there is a caveat to this. I love my eyes, my lips, my long legs, the mass of freckles in random places, I love my toes and my hands. I do love myself in the areas that are just me, no changing it in any way, I love those features. BUT....what I don't love are the areas I have allowed myself not to care about because I never fully understood what I had until I lost it. </div>
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When I was looking in the mirror last week I realized that I was far to big around the middle, I am like a fresh green apple walking on long decently muscular legs. My arms are too big and wiggly and lets not even talk about what happened to my back (where does that extra fat even come from!!??). At one point I kinda laughed and thought, "Well now this isn't what I was planning on." I can't help but think about how ridiculous it is that I let myself get to a point that I can't even see the "physical attraction" I used to see in myself. That right there is a problem. </div>
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You might be thinking, "Jess, you need to love yourself no matter what you look like." I agree...that's why this hit me so hard. I love myself too much to keep looking like this! I love my mind, my heart, my soul, I love myself enough to know that I went too far. The hard part is knowing you went to far and not knowing how to rewind and get yourself back to where you were. Where you felt good. It all starts with my obsession with food. It's hard to give up on it, but it is source of energy and enjoyment, I need it as much as it causes me harm. I won't be that person that eats nothing, I know that's impossible, but I need to eat less and be more aware of what I am putting into my body.</div>
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The moral of my slightly over expressed experience is that I haven't and won't stop loving myself because of this. I am on a new food journey to find a way to enjoy while eating less. I think the biggest step to take is to recognize what you are doing and then understand why you do it. Once you understand, you have to take the steps to correct the wrong and understand that there will still be downfalls because perfection is impossible. The last step toward success would be to believe you will get there and hold onto patience and understanding of change takes time. Right now I want what I was five years ago, but I can't have that right away. It will take time to achieve. </div>
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I love myself too much to allow myself to remain this way, I will steadily walk toward change because life is too short and precious to stay in a rut of dislike and unhappiness. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01331053282637186525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604816858502702857.post-23655046779280867092015-05-19T16:50:00.001-07:002015-05-19T16:50:11.703-07:00Drip drip drop little April Showers.....I watched the rain trickle down my bedroom window, tiny flicks of water catapulting at the glass without a sense of restraint. They drift through the sky with an abundance of free energy, zipping toward their end as though they can't wait to be distinguished. And they all end, every single one of them has a fleeting moment of life, and then as quickly as they sprung into existence, they are gone.<br />
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Each rain drop that lands catches my eye. Plunck followed by a long winded glide. They are a whirlwind of action and flurry but eventually they die down becoming something to be remembered. I can't remember every raindrop, but some are more amazing and worth focusing on than others.<br />
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As I watch the rain trickle in and out of existence I see a sharp spark of light flicker into view. The moment of glory has arrived. It builds in energy as it flows through the sky, crackling in and out of view as though shouting into the void, "I AM HERE!" I love lightening, every time I see it I smile in a startled moment of shock and awe. I am amazed every time, struck with a sense of wonder and enjoyment. It is perfect.<br />
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To me, life's many memories are like those drops of water. So many millions of moments, so many millions of seconds falling into minutes of time. A lifetime expelled upon the greedy ground within an afternoon. The lightening however are the catapults, the most amazing memories, the most wonderful stories; they are the golden light in a world of subtle grey. Rain enriches your life soaking you with nourishment to live, but the lightening keeps you moving forward knowing something amazing will happen again if only you are willing to be patient.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01331053282637186525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604816858502702857.post-86450222332535019142015-05-11T14:57:00.003-07:002015-05-11T14:57:26.220-07:00I hope you hear me friend, because I don't know how else to reach you<div dir="ltr">
Perhaps you have noticed the sentimental quality of my blogs lately. I'll be honest, I have had quite the hefty emotional hammer thrown at me and I haven't figured out yet how to deal with it, but I do remember how it feels. This has happened to me too many times and I don't want to have this one run off the tracks.</div>
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Now I don't want to be overly specific because there is no reason to talk about personal issues on a very open blog, but I will discuss a situation I dealt with previously and hopefully the person I am trying to get this message out to will hear me. I hope she hears me....</div>
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I mentioned an ex-fiance of mine on my last blog and even though our friendship sadly went astray it isn't the only thing I am sad about when I think of him. I also lost a very good girl friend, and a very good confidant in the time I lost my ex-fiance. I remember wondering why when I broke off the engagement that my girlfriend didn't immediately come to my side, I was hurt and left alone. Now honestly when I look back on the situation as I have said before, I made some serious mistakes, ones that I can't take back and ones I don't regret, but I see why my best friend at the time didn't rush to comfort me. I did something hurtful and mean to a friend of hers, I caused harm and pain, I was the bad guy. It wasn't her fault taking the side of the person that needed it, though I should have explained myself better to her at the time, I didn't. I was stubborn and narrow minded. I was hurting, and even though she had no clue, I thought she would understand because.....best friend intuition?</div>
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Now I look at friendships the same way I look at relationships with a significant other, they are hard work and not always easy going. There will be arguments and disagreements or misunderstandings. There will be pain and loss, but in the end there will always be love and devotion, loyalty and bitter sweet honesty.</div>
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I think way back when I wasn't honest enough to my friends because I thought they would just know. My best friend from way back when, why didn't she know I needed her? How could she, I never actually told her. I didn't explain anything to her, I just expected her to blindly take my side. How ludicrious. Now, how hard was it to see her date my ex-fiance. Really hard. And how hard was it to see them get married but not be invited to the wedding; it was heart breaking. After all of the years of pain and struggle to be close to them both I had been cast out again. Do I blame her? No, I can't, she did the same thing any other sane women would do. Remove the X equation and have a happier life. I don't blame her for our friendly demise, and I don't blame my ex either. I do however blame myself for not handling it better and saying what I really wanted to at the time that I should have said it.</div>
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See, now I am going through a slightly similar situation. I desperately want to express myself to someone I hold very dear to my heart, but at the moment she is a little too upset to hear me out. I hope she is listening to me now. I made this mistake before, not saying what I needed to and I don't want to make this mistake again. </div>
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To my best friend, whom you will always be, I love you always. We have walked into a difficult situation and for that I can't say I'm sorry. Every relationship needs to be tested, every one needs to experience the hurt to understand the good of what they have. I crossed a line, part of which I'm not responsible, but part of which I could have handled a lot better. I know you are angry with me, and don't worry you are not alone, I'm angry with you too but probably not for the reasons you may think. I'm upset we let it get to this, I'm upset we haven't talked this through. We are allowing this white elephant to sit between us while we remain silent. I have been here before and it didn't end nicely. I promised before I would always be honest, and I stand true to that. I also need you to know that I am willing to listen to your side. I may believe one thing, but I need your facts to know the whole story. I hope you don't let this amazing friendship we have slip away. I don't want to see you go, I love you, but more than that I need you. </div>
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Life is too short to be angry, and the time we have together might not last as long as we hope. I have dealt with too many lost friendships to let this one drift into a mist of nothing. I still miss my friends from way back when and I will always miss them. I always wish things would have worked out differently but people change and grow and move away. I don't want that to happen to us. Please don't let this happen to us.</div>
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I hope you read this and see it as my peace offering. I hope you realize how much you mean to me. I hope you know that I never meant to hurt you, make you feel alone, or make you feel like I was against you. I only every wanted to show you the truth. I wanted you to know that I made a very big mistake in my past and I saw you walking the same path, I was only trying to caution you against it but in doing that I caused a train wreck of events that compounded into mistrust and frustration. I hope you hear me when I say I am sorry. I also hope you hear when I say I am hurting too and I need you just as much as I know you need me. </div>
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I love you friend, and always will. I really hope I hear from you soon.....</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01331053282637186525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604816858502702857.post-84070290250414489672015-04-21T16:46:00.003-07:002015-04-21T16:46:35.737-07:00I don't regret...but I learn not to do it againIt's odd to think in terms of good moments and bad, ones we remember and others we force ourselves to forget. I don't regret a single moment of it though because it taught me valuable lessons that without the experience I never would have learned.<br />
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One lesson I took to heart very strongly is to love and let go, forgive and remember. I held a lot of grudges when I was younger and it hurt my relationships very strongly. I inadvertently ended an engagement because I was so hurt by his past mistakes. I held the grudge around my heart and vowed vengeance. I got it, but in the worst possible way. I lost everyone I knew and loved because of it, they all turned against me. I was hurt and frustrated because at the time I felt justified in my actions of retaliation. He totally deserved what he got. Didn't he?<br />
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As years passed I slowly realized my massive mistake. Yes he made a mistake and hurt me, yes I pushed it aside and forced myself to deal with it internally or at another time, but I had no right to lash back at him the way I did. I carry this with me every day, but still I don't regret my action because I learned a valuable lesson about love and friendship through my mistakes.<br />
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I cherish my friends, I cherish my family, I cherish my boyfriend; I love these people without any reservation. I know walking into a relationship that there will be pain and torment, but I give them my heart fully building a trust with them as we go. Of course trust can be broken, it happens to the worst of us, but I try really hard to always be honest and forward more now that I ever have before.<br />
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Now I see things from a perspective of deep understanding of what I want, need, and desire. I want a good friend that sees me for what I am, I need someone who is willing to flux with the ups and downs life has to through at us, and I need them to see that I am honest to a fault and will sometimes overstep my boundaries in trying to be forward and honest. I'm going to make mistakes, and of course I will fail but that is human. The intentions are pure despite the open mouth insert foot moments.<br />
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I no longer think of my experiences as good or bad, but more a process of learning and growing. Each second is precious to me and each moment with the people around me means more to me than all the treasures in the world.<br />
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And then...I take a deep breath and think about the fact that I already almost 30 and life is too damn short to be sad, hurt, angry or worried. I want to enjoy life, revel in it's beauty and enjoy the moments of love and social interaction. This time I have right now is temporary and I will not waste a second of it.<br />
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I will ogle my boyfriend every chance I get, giggle and laugh until our stomachs ache, and cuddle until I can't possibly get any closer.<br />
I will drink wine with my girls, gossip like a teenage about silly work stuff, laugh over shared stories and cry and hold onto them when they need an ear and a shoulder to lean on.<br />
I will see my family as much as I can, call my parents as often as possible, and share moments that last a lifetime in our enormous list of "inside jokes"<br />
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When I first moved to LA my number one goal was to build a friend base. Sounds silly to some maybe, but it was very important to me to find a family in such an unknown and at the time very scary new place. Yes I wanted a job and a place to live and decent pay, but really truly above everything I wanted really good friends.<br />
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I never had that friend base from my child hood that followed me through my life. I had great friends in high school, but we have since dispersed into our own lives and for random circumstances that are neither mine or their faults, we have all lost touch. So truly until I moved to LA I never found my own "people." Now, don't get me wrong, I have many friends that I still love and talk to. Individuals from my past that I love to catch up with. But for the most part (outside of my awesome SD roommates!! Still love you all girls :) my friends were people I met through boyfriends and when the relationship split, I hardly saw those people anymore.<br />
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I really wanted my own friends. My own people. I wanted a base of family that I could call my own, and when I moved to LA, I found them.<br />
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It started slow like most families do, I met Brandie randomly on a Saturday at what would be my place of work not but 3 months later. We clicked right away and became quick friends but I owe it all to her in the fact that she made a point to be close to me right from the get go. Extremely personable, and never ending energy that I envy every time I chug a cup of coffee, she took me into her world and showed me that even strangers can bond when given the chance.<br />
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My next friend, Angel, I met at my first job in Santa Monica. We really truly only worked one actual day with each other, but did the same job on opposite days. I think our bond started with the fact that we both desperately wanted to work in the industry being new to LA, and we both started the job on the same day. I loved her funky colorful style and her ever changing hair color. I still have the pictures from the night we went to a work event chatting with people and acting like we both knew how to be LA, it was a fun night and more than memorable.<br />
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Soon after I found my groove in LA, I got a job at a big Post Film house in Hollywood. At first it wasn't so much a dream job as a paycheck, and truly the only people I knew at the time were busy in the time I was free and vice versa. It wasn't easy the first 10 months of living in LA, but it made me a strong person and one that can manage to be on my own.<br />
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Eight months into living here, I found myself breaking up with my boyfriend, who I don't need to go into detail about. Brandie and Angel helped me through the breakup bringing me little gift baskets (yes I still love that you brought me a box of bandaids B) and wine to get me through the pain.<br />
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Don't worry though, the pain didn't last long. I was in a relationship that should have ended many months before. Soon after I met another new friend....via online dating. Now it might spoil this blog story if you have been reading my blogs, but this is when I met Bear. We dated for about 6 months, and then separated for mutual reasons and understandings, but he became a fast friend that I still can't believe I lucked out in finding on OKcupid.<br />
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Bear helped me through the growing pains of being away from my family, along with Brandie helped me move into my new studio, and stayed with me through a night of horrible kidney stones because I didn't have insurance to go to the hospital. He became an anchor of mine early on, and I will always be thankful that I found him when I did.<br />
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Next came Laura who packed a bunch of new people into my life. She was like raging river that filters out into many tiny rivers because through her I met everyone else. Brandie introduced me to Laura who also worked at the Hollywood Post house. I went to her boyfriend, Drew's, birthday party and from there my family started to grow. She quickly became a very close friend of mine and I realized quickly that I had found a sister in the depths of LA.<br />
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Drew is like the friendliest most happy teddy bear you will ever meet. Blonde hair surfer boy with the most adorable little boy smile, him and Laura are a perfect pair and I loved being around them. Once I fell into their group I saw them practically every weekend. I couldn't get enough of the family and feeling like I finally belonged.<br />
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Soon after I met Dan, who I believe is the most giving person in the entire damn world. No joke, when my laptop died and I had nothing to complete my novel on he gave me his old laptop as a christmas gift. Still to this day Dan gives more than he ever receives just because it makes him happy. I try to keep up, but it's like trying to give the rain back to the clouds. I met Dan at a party one night at Drew's house and we instantly started talking nerd. I loved it! He will forever be my go to nerd dictionary, which I believe is absolutely necessary to have.<br />
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One energetic New Years Eve I met Melaina and Jordan, boyfriend and girlfriend at the time, friends of Drew and Laura. I had strangely never met them before at all the events and socials at Drews place, but here they were and I instantly loved them both. I took pride in the fact that I stole Melaina's digits that night and looked forward to the next time I would see her. I knew right away that I had found another sister.<br />
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These people became my rock, my solid base to stand on. I wouldn't be me today where I am without them.<br />
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I'm writing this now because I miss them all terribly. We had one wonderful great year of being together and sharing our lives and in the last 10 months things have twisted out of control. I am not sure when it started or how it came to be what it is now, but I have to tell you I miss my friend family more than anything. I worked so hard to maintain and form these relationships that it kills me inside to see them wilt. Now I know that a lot of friend groups go through growing pains, it just just like any other relationship but still, I want to get back to the good times. I want to mutual love and enjoyment surrounding us that we once had.<br />
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I am dedicating this post to you my LA family, the ones that I love and that have been there with me through the difficult and the impossible...<br />
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Brandie, I will always cherish your undying devotion and determination to show what a true friend is. Whenever I needed help with the horrible stuff, you were there by my side to help me slog through it.<br />
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Angel, my little nerd love and fashionista, you are the most outgoing and enjoyable nerd/fashion lover/computer geek/gamer dominator I have ever met. And your love affair with cats makes me smile like a lunatic because I get it completely.<br />
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Laura, my best friend, I can't tell you how much I love you, adore you, cherish your honesty and need your advice. You have helped keep me sane and have guided me toward a humble yet strong woman direction. Not to mention that if anyone were to come after me, you would shank a b*tch!<br />
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Drew, the always smiling, giggling happy teddy bear. You are the life of every party man, and the most chill laid back person ever. Not to mention that you are the most determined person and are downright amazing at doing your job. No night out is right without you, and I thank you for being the center that held all of us together.<br />
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Dan, the WONDER nerd, the man that gives and gives because "why not?" and the one always ready and waiting to hang out just because, duh it's fun. You always go out of your way and are always the one to drive the furthest just to make sure you don't inconvenience anyone. You have a heart of gold my friend, truly amazing.<br />
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Jordan, you are a down right good man with a really infectious giggle. Never one to show up without your arms full of things to share. So many great one liners and loyal like no other. I am so lucky to have you in my life.<br />
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Melaina, the jelly to my peanut butter and my bestie until the end, I love you and that will never ever end. When I saw you there was a spark that hit me in the chest and I knew it was kismet, we were meant to be. There is so many wonderful memories, so many wonderful moments. You have been my shoulder to cry on, the ear when I need to vent, and my punching bag when I can't seem to stop the aggression and stress. You have supported my goals and dreams and have been my cheerleader when I needed one most. There is no better feeling than knowing that someone will have your back no matter the circumstance.<br />
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Bear, me sweet sweet handsome man. My best friend, my partner in crime, the man I can't stop giggling with and the man that I can't believe is actually mine. I lucked out finding you, and I can't help but thank you for sticking with it with me. It wasn't easy, and we knew going into this that it wouldn't be, but I am so glad we trudged through the mud together to get to the golden road we are on now. I love you, and from the depths of my heart, will always love you.<br />
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I hope all of you see how much I care about you, but more than just that how much I miss our family; our togetherness. I want us to push through this hard time and come out the other side into the light. I know there has been hurt and pain in all our lives but we truly can work through it. I miss you all, and I hope I get to see you all again together soon.<br />
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To all my readers, I hope you see how incredibly important it is to maintain friendships just as you would a relationship. I love my LA family, and that will never stop.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01331053282637186525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604816858502702857.post-15999356120859328922015-03-26T18:04:00.003-07:002015-03-26T18:04:58.260-07:00I Achieved a Bucket List Goal!!!I have to say, working in the film industry can be insane and crazy and draining, but there are moments when it is the coolest damn thing ever!<br />
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THAT'S ME!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01331053282637186525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604816858502702857.post-33016665170613663822015-03-25T10:36:00.001-07:002015-03-25T10:36:33.048-07:00I'm Proud to be a PotterheadThe other night I was riding passenger as me and Bear drove to go get some dinner. I was absentmindedly scrolling through Google + when I realized how many Harry Potter meme's there were on my home page. One giggle led to another and then I had to start sharing them out loud to Bear. He chuckled more at my nerdiness than at the memes but still it caused me to realize how much I am a complete and total Potterhead.<br />
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I will go on the record to say that Star Wars had it's followers and George Lucas will have those nerds until the end of time, but JK Rowling has her loyal group of nerds and we will never stop loving the books and movies she gave to us. Star wars had three movie to geek out over (and of course the books), but Harry Potter had seven book and 8 films to go completely nerd over. I think it's safe to say that Harry Potter is the Star Wars of my generation.<br />
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Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604816858502702857.post-45188724626119592532015-03-24T12:06:00.001-07:002015-03-24T12:06:31.284-07:00You Get What You Focus OnEvery morning on my way to work I take this route through the hills of Los Angeles. I'm not sure if it's the angle of the early morning sun, or the hazy fog still clearing from the valleys of the road, but I look at the houses around me as I drive and I think, "I want to live here."<br />
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My mother told me once that you get what you focus on. So far her words ring true; I am living in LA working in the film industry as a DI Producer, I have the best group of friends I could ever ask for, I am dating an amazing man that has brought more happiness to my life than I ever could have imagined, and I completed my first novel of my trilogy that I have working on for the past 6 years. Everything that I have set out to achieve, I have accomplished, and to a certain degree shot past the goal I strove for.<br />
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New goals take the old one's place, and now I see the things that I want in this life a bit differently. I used to look at those big beautiful homes up on the hill as unobtainable and only for the rich and wealthy. Now, when I look at those homes as I zip through the open back streets of Mulholland drive, I see a future of family, kids playing in the yard, and lazy Sunday bbq's. Those homes are no longer unobtainable and an object of status, now they are reachable and a building block of my future.<br />
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If all I have to do is work my booty off until I achieve my goals than so be it. I want to finish the final editing on my novel, land an agent, and send the book off to a publishing house that will share it with the masses. I want to continue working in film and work my way up the ladder to become a top of the line Producer. I want to spend my weekends with my friends and Bear and his little cubs. Yes I want, now it's time to continue to achieve.<br />
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It's amazing what happens when you look back and realize that goals you set out to accomplish have been achieved. You begin to see that nothing is impossible. That house right there on the corner of Longbow Dr can be obtained. The best selling trilogy sitting pretty in the window at a book store with my name on it is within my grasp, I just have to reach out and take it.<br />
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<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604816858502702857.post-62510093954764067782015-03-20T13:24:00.000-07:002015-03-20T13:24:07.257-07:00Why Are You Yelling At Me?I have something not writing related to talk about, it's more human reaction related which I find just as intriguing as any writing related topic.<br />
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Really truly as we walk through our lives we are constantly confronted by people who make great characters for a novel. I recently wrote a blog (<a href="http://jmcspadden.blogspot.com/2013/10/characters-are-everywhere.html" target="_blank">which lives here</a>) about finding novel characters in your every day life and how fun it is. There are moments when it's not so fun because the reaction the person is flinging your way resembles the evil monster character that we all love to loathe.<br />
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It's just hard not to dislike them for the ridiculousness of their attitudes. There is no rhyme or reason really for the way they act, they just say things and do things for the pleasure of it, or because they believe they are justified to act or speak that way.<br />
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Anyways, needless to say I was beyond surprised by the words flung at me, and more than a little hurt that someone actually thought I was being inconsiderate and mean. It's hard, actually almost impossible to be considerate of someone's needs, wants, and desires if they never let you KNOW what their needs, wants and desires are. Every evil mean annoying character in a book and movie has an agenda, but they also have a need for something. They usually are mean because they don't communicate what they actually want.<br />
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So, I would never actually liken the person who bit my head off to any one of these characters shown above, BUT I would say that this person has a tendency to jump into aggressive meanness before calmly looking at the situation at hand. To any person out there who yells before they think, aggressively accuses before hearing the whole story, or who justifies their own feelings with illogical ideas needs to sit back and take a minute to scrutinize themselves.<br />
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Do you actually want to be a Regina George? Do you really want to be seen as Draco Malfoy? These people are people we love to hate because they are complete and total pricks for no damn good reason. Perhaps next time you can politely ask for what you need and give the other person a moment to reciprocate that niceness. Now if you tried that and it still didn't work you can go all Voldemort on their butts.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Now I have done this before. Tried writing a query. Though I have yet to send one out for an agent. I think it's because I am slightly afraid of MASS rejection. Though I know I will endure the rejection just like every other author has, I think it's also because I just don't feel like my novel is complete. It's had to ask someone to back something I am still a little unsure of myself. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">This didn't really help me at all right away. All of that seems extremely basic...until I re-read my last attempt at a Query and realized I didn't mention several of these "To-do's"<br /><br />No kidding this site actually has a lot of helpful information, and I will paraphrase a few bits that I think will help you as much as they helped me:</span><i><br />A query letter has three concise paragraphs: the hook, the mini-synopsis, and your writer’s biography. Don’t stray from this format. You won’t catch an agent’s attention by inventing a creative new query format.</i><br />
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This actually helps a lot. It explains the bare basic truth of Querying. Don't make it new and fresh, make it your own in the formula. The story should be the hook, not an updated version of Query formula. <br />
<i><br />Paragraph One—The Hook: A hook is a concise, one-sentence tagline for your book. It’s meant to hook your reader’s interest, and wind them in.</i><br />
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The hook is the most important part of the Query, it's the point where you really can shine and yank an agent to attention. It's like you are screaming, "Look at me, I am amazing!!" and the agent actually turns around and says, "Well you have my attention, go on...."<br />
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<i>EXAMPLE of a Hook: Bridges of Madison County<br />When Robert Kincaid drives through the heat and dust of an Iowa summer and turns into Francesca Johnson's farm lane looking for directions, the world-class photographer and the Iowa farm wife are joined in an experience that will haunt them forever. </i><br />
<i>The "When" Formula: “When such and such event happens, your main character—a descriptive adjective, age, professional occupation—must confront further conflict and triumph in his or her own special way. Sure, it’s a formula, but it’s a formula that works. </i><br />
<i><br />Variations on the "when" formula: Three Different Examples: <br />Following a botched circumcision... <br />While defending a drug-addicted prostitute accused of murder.... <br />After years of abuse at the hands of her alcoholic mother and step-father... <br /><br />Paragraph Two—Mini-synopsis: This is where you get to distill your entire 300 page novel into one paragraph. </i><br />
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This part really really sucks, mainly because it was harder than writing the entire novel. How the hell am I supposed to stuff the entirety of my novel into 150 words!? Patience is not my virtue, but this one really tested me. The main thing to stick to though is the absolute basics. The main character has a problem. The main character must face the external problem and internal problem. Main character confronts conflict, and may or may not succeed.<br />
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No this wasn't the easiest part. I don't have ANY writing bio background. I never had anything published, never wrote for a magazine or newspaper. I didn't go to school for writing, I just enjoy writing and love building a new world with my words. That's it. But I can't really say that. It's ok though, the less words I write in a bio, the more I can use on the mini-synopsis. WIN!<br />
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I have a Query.....I need to write it. Again. I'll let you know when I have something worth value. Back to the blinky blinky line mocking me on my word doc page. "Blink, blink...write something. Blink...blink...BLINK!" Shut up word doc, I am thinking!<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Random Pug Picture Time!</span></b><br />
<b>Here is my little man, The Dude</b><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01331053282637186525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604816858502702857.post-11916367468811435782015-03-18T12:16:00.000-07:002015-03-18T12:16:49.992-07:00So where have I been?! Ohh let me tell you....I am so excited for Saturday and I have been thinking this since Monday morning. I can't wait to not sleep in and get up early to write. I can't wait to clean up my living room and mop the floors and clean the kitchen. I can't wait to hang up my new curtains and put away all my laundry. I can't wait to sit back and enjoy the sparkling clean awesomeness of my apartment as I write away the weekend.<br />
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Sometimes I wonder, what the hell happened to Jess, and why is she so into cleaning? I have no idea when it started, but I just can't stand a messy apartment. Not to say it isn't messy often, of course it is. I am too damn busy all the damn time. Let's discuss shall we what has been going on since my long absence....time to go back....<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">September: </span></b>I got a new job towards the end of August and it picked up dramatically in Sept. I am now a DI Producer, which is basically a glorified name for a movie babysitter. No joke though I love my job and it was never something I thought I would do. I basically get to talk to people all day about their movies and work with my team to get them colored and rendered out for final master to go to theaters. Now there is a tone of stress and crazy nights in this wild lifestyle of film making, but I love the energy and love the outcome. There is nothing cooler than being in a theater surrounded by strangers and seeing you name wiz by on the big screen!<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">October:</span></b> My best friend got Married!! To which I was the Maid of Honor. This was a crazy whirl wind day and several months prior. I will say I have never seen a more beautiful couple, I love my family of friends.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>November:</b></span> Me and my boyfriend really got into the feelers. Very long back story on my boyfriend, who on this site we will call Bear (because I respect his privacy and he will giggle when he sees the nick name), but I won't get into the details of our history just yet. Anyways, things got intense in November, in a good way. There was some serious growth between us, and serious growth for me.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">December:</span></b> Is always insane with the Holidays...enough said there. Plus I was sick, yuck!<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">January:</span></b> Work hit me like a ton of bricks. Busy all the time and there were just no breaks ever.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">February: </span></b>Probably the best damn Valentines Day I have ever had. Bear made me the most amazing meal and we chowed down with gusto! This was the month that I realized I hadn't been in a serious relationship this long (6 months at the time) since over two years previous. That....amazed me. But finally I felt like I found someone that gets me, that I love to giggle and laugh with, someone that chases me around the living room trying to tickle me. I was quite giddy in love and on the best most amazing cloud 9.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">March to Now:</span></b> Still busy with work, but more determined than ever to finish my first novel, The Praetorians. I decided I need to stop waiting and just get working. I want to put the name out there, I want to put my name out there, and I need to stop wasting time and procrastinating. So...then came the idea for a new name, a changed look, a fresh-ish start.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Now:</span></b> I am J. McSpadden, I am a new writer about to reach the point of needing an agent for my first novel; The Praetorians, and I am ready to share my moments of hard work, struggle, excitment, and enjoyment with you all.<br />
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Here's to a fresh start, I hope you enjoy it all!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01331053282637186525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604816858502702857.post-26204540931528685862015-03-18T11:09:00.002-07:002015-03-18T11:09:33.251-07:00The Girl Nerd has left the building and J. McSpadden is taking OVER!New Post. New Look. New Name. It's a new year...and it's going to be grand.<br />
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Hello to all! I have been quite the absent blogger, it isn't easy to blog every week when you work way too damn much but it's about time I just back on the writing block. Exciting news is soon to come and I can't wait to share the many details of my up and coming novel debut.<br />
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Trust me I am anxious and nervous, and I sincerely hope you haven't all forgotten about me. I am back, and I will comment away once again!!<br />
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I look forward to being a great blogger for you all once again. The Girl Nerd has turned a page, now it's time for J. McSpadden to take the spot light. Let's get writing!!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01331053282637186525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604816858502702857.post-39902184952255698212014-10-17T14:56:00.004-07:002014-10-17T14:56:47.475-07:00To Prologue...or Not to Prologue?I have been a bit stuck going back and forth about whether or not to use a Prologue in my first novel. I think the prologue is useful if used correctly, but it's also a likely possibility it will be skipped by most readers. I don't want to create a wonderful opening for half of my readers to skip. So the question of the day is....to Prologue, or not to Prologue?<br />
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<a href="http://warriorwriters.wordpress.com/2010/09/27/7-deadly-sins-of-prologues-great-novel-beginnings-part-2/" target="_blank">7 Deadly Sins of Prologues- Kristen Lamb's Blog</a>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604816858502702857.post-61455232921047025562014-09-29T12:10:00.001-07:002015-03-18T11:16:31.540-07:00Character Blog Tour: The Inside Scoop on My First Novel THE PRAETORIANS<div>
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I got nominated by the lovely <a href="http://www.ashleyrcarlson.com/"><span style="font-size: large;">Ashley Carlson</span></a> to continue on with the Character Blog Tour. It's an honor to be nominated and I will carry the torch into writing awesomeness!<br />
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For the last four years I have been writing, re-writing, throwing away and starting over, and writing again. I had this idea that just popped in my head one night of a woman struggling to find her identity and in the chaos of her world she overcomes the impossible. Vague I know...but at the time it was mainly a really bad ass fight scene that I couldn't get out of my brain. (Which is at the very end of book one ;) In my mind she had finally reached her point of no return, she had to fight to stand for what she believed in, and OH MY LORD DOES SHE! (Can't spoil my own book now though can I!?) After three years of pulling together the idea and plot, and one year of writing until my fingers bled (thank you Laura and Melaina! That lunch that one day was totally much needed BTW) and then several more months of edits, reading, re-reading, re-writing, and CHANGING A CHARACTERS NAME!!! I finally had a novel. A polished beautiful 140,000ish word novel. Holy crap guys, I'm A WRITER! (there are a lot of shouty caps in this post, but I'm not going to apologize for my enthusiasm).<br />
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Now...time to get to the point. The Character Blog Tour...let's get this baby rolling....(and I have a secret surprise at the end, but first the Character Blog!)<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The main character of my novel is Camille Scipio,</span> a seemingly average 17 year old girl that harbors a dangerous past, most of which she can’t remember. Suffering from acute amnesia, she wakes in a strange village filled with questions about her identity, where she came from, and most of all why she seems to be so superior over the average human. She can run a mile in under three minutes, hunt like a true predator, and handle a sword like it’s an extension of her body. Everything crashes down on her revealing broken memories of her past threatening to reveal the monster she harbors inside. The idea for Camille came from several different aspects, but I owe a lot of my inspiration to Muse. The first scene popped into my head after listening to Knights of Cydonia one night before I was going to bed. The filled out version of the story really took root after listening to their albums…on repeat….for several months. The next spark of inspiration came after I re-watched the first Bourne Identity movie. I loved the idea of massive struggle in searching for an identity. I think about my own identity a lot, who I am and what I want to be, and using the plot point of not knowing your past is a fun way to pick through the memories you choose to highlight to fully form a character from the start of the story to the climax. I think this allows the readers a chance to learn and grow with the lead character because they are finding out more just as Camille does. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The setting of this story is its own world</span> similar to Lord of the Rings or Game of Thrones. Though there is horseback traveling, town like atmosphere’s and basic 1700 village structure; there is also technology, electricity, travel by dirigible, and high tech weaponry. The main geography of Aspera (the Kingdom of where Camille lives) is laid out in a circle separated into nine Colonies. Each Colony has its own social structure, and I would very much place it in a guide line of Game of Thrones. Simple, yet very technologically minded within the constructs of what the world has to offer. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Camille mainly struggles with</span> the fear of her unknown past and not knowing who or what she is. She knows she committed a horrible crime and endures jarring flashes of past memories but she can’t understand what they mean or what to do about them. She is stubborn out of embarrassment and grows increasingly confused by a growing power within her that seems to take over her mental state when her emotional range bursts into heightened territory. It doesn't help that on top of struggling with identity crisis, she is also trying to save her people from oppression from the overbearing cruelty of High King LeMarc, and figure out the maze of emotions attacking her from every angle when in the presence of her love interest. Most of what I want to highlight about Camille is that in a lot of ways, she is like every one of us, struggling to find who we are in the present chaos of our day to day lives.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Camille’s main external conflict is</span> struggling to find her place in a world that doesn’t really have a place for her. She is a love interest, a friend, a daughter, a savior, a warrior, and a born killer. Throughout the novel she arcs toward understanding of who and what she is only to have it obliterated by circumstantial tragedies. Camille’s biggest internal conflict to overcome is learning control of herself, her emotions, and knowing what she is capable of.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The first novel is called:</span> The Praetorians. It’s not available yet as I am still working through the editing process, but I am hoping to get this one published soon. I am giving myself until the end of the year to find an agent, and if I can’t by then I am going to go about the process of self-publishing. So if you know of anyone looking for a book like mine to promote, send them my way! I want to say this will end up being a trilogy, I definitely have enough in my mind to make the story last a good long while. So far there is book 1, the outline of book two, and the synopsis of a book 3. We will see where I go after that. There is so much more to come after Book 1!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">And that's my Character Blog Tour. </span>Now to hand off to the next round of writers I have two extremely amazing people to nominate. <b>Matthew Tomlinson</b> who wrote probably one of my favorite books I've read this year; Jack and Jill a Zombie Love Story which is AVAILABLE to purchase!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">SECRET AWESOME AMAZING NEWS....</span>I found an amazing artist to do my cover art! Kaegan Cusenbary, who I've known for almost five years (can you believe it Kaegan?!) and is an amazing traditional artist has agreed to work on my cover art. Since I have some time before I get into the whole publishing affair I thought now would be a good time to start thinking of a look for the novel. Kaegan's style and form couldn't be more perfect for what I am aiming for. I want realism with a overlay of gritty intensity. Check out her work <a href="http://www.kaegancusenbary.com/">here</a>! </div>
Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604816858502702857.post-58538102870496208572014-09-26T15:50:00.001-07:002014-09-26T17:05:56.249-07:00The Graceful Truth: Part IX<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-indent: .5in;">
Hope is vastly delusional; to the point of
ridiculousness if you ask my honest opinion. Hope seems to think that things
will just work out all perfectly, there won't be snags or missteps because life
is perfect if you allow it to be. It's B.S. I tell you, and no amount of
optimism could prepare you for what life truly hurls in your direction. Things
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There is another side to hope, another
side to what you see in your life and what you are wanting to see. Hope is a
product of want and desire, want is a product of personal need. Sometimes what
you want is really not what you need, and even though your mind is screaming at
you to run away at all costs, your damn bloody heart gets in the way stating
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Sitting in my hotel room wringing my
fingers together as I shamelessly watched the clock tick by minute after minute
I had a moment of extreme clarity. It was strange actually, light really did
just flicker in front of my eyes and I was able to look past the screaming
desires of my heart to actually listen to my mind for a second. That one single
second changed absolutely everything.<o:p></o:p></div>
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A sharp knock sounded from the door and my
entire body froze. He was here. I didn’t move right away, actually I sort of
stumbled into movement as my mind screamed at me internally to “DO SOMETHING.”
One leg in front of the other, righting the green silky dress I had yet to take
off as I walked, I approached the door like the main actor in a scary movie;
extremely aware of the terror and pain located on the opposite side but willing
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His smile was breathtaking. His eyes
flicked up to mine as I pulled the door open and the soft brown hue that I had
once loved so much took in my full appearance one achingly slow second at a time.
Pulling a crisp white rose from behind his back that looked far more beautiful
in his hand than it had tucked into the wedding center pieces at the reception,
I smiled back at him with what I hoped looked sweet and collected not panicked
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The second he crossed the threshold I knew
he wasn't here to stay, though whether that be because of his desires or mine,
I knew he wouldn't be there long. There was a calming finality to it giving me
the chance to breathe deep for once in his presence.<o:p></o:p></div>
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There wasn't a grand moment of
understanding, not even a hint of complete understanding put into thought. I
hate to disappoint you but truly there was nothing but time that led me slowly
to this final conclusion.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Trying to keep Kellan in my life the way
he had once been was like trying to fit into my high school prom dress from ten
years ago when I was thirty pounds lighter. No amount of squeezing, tucking, or
yanking would make him fit into my life. Not that I didn't love him, I would
always love him. Nothing would dull the moments of our lives that were great,
nothing would take away those wonderful memories and there is no way that I
would want them gone. But we had our moment in the sun, and every small moment
after trying to recapture what once was, was our way of searching for something
we knew we wanted but had yet to find.<o:p></o:p></div>
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In him I saw a future, but the future I
wanted to live wasn't actually with him. The realization must have been written
all over my face because the expression he held read as pained understanding.
He was in the same boat as I and it finally came time to admit it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He hesitated in the doorway now unsure if
it was a good idea to come in, but I stepped aside silently giving him the ok
to enter without it suddenly becoming weird.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Guess we both knew this would happen
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I smiled in response knowing he was right.
I chased him first, and he ran. Then he chased me and I fell into his arms. It
was a beautiful world for a tiny sliver of time, but eventually I ran and no
amount of chasing would have ever brought me back to where we had started. My
chasing him had been futile. I had never really been after him, only the idea
of what he had once been to me. It was far past time to move on, move forward,
and find that man that I so rightfully deserved to be with and who so
rightfully deserved to be with me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Together we wandered out onto the balcony,
him slipping a menthol into my hands before lighting the end for me to inhale.
Sweet smoky bliss filled my lungs and on my exhale I finally felt completely at
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“I think I owe you an apology for how long
I let this drag out. I should have seen this sooner. You obviously did.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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He didn’t respond to me right away.
Instead he lit his own regular cigarette and contemplated the scenery
surrounding the hotel like it was the most important view he had ever had the
chance to see. “Just because I saw it, doesn’t mean I listened to it. I wanted
you back too. There was always a reason not to leap in though, and I think now
I finally realize why.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I nodded silently. We both saw us for what
we were; a couple of friends once madly in love that grew up and grew apart.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It sounds sad I know, but truly it’s not.
Not for me. It was a moment I needed to experience no matter how much the
process hurt. I never said this was a happy story, but I don’t mean it to be
sad either. Love is evil and I warned you, but love is also a patient teacher,
a blazing heat to remind you of what can be possible and a cold shoulder when
it demands you see more than you do. You can hate love and all the negative
grueling hours of loneliness, or you can accept the fact that finding true love
no matter how short lived is always worth the pain and suffering. Love is
absolutely worth everything you have to give, and it’s never afraid to remind
you of its purpose.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The truth is muddled in with the greys and
blacks slapped over the pristine white of your life; Love will show you what
you’re truly made of, show you what it means to live. My advice to you is to
embrace it, because escaping it and its wild torrential storm of emotions is
absolutely impossible.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I know you asked me for a happy ending, I
know I promised you one, but the graceful truth is that happiness is fluid
within life and an ending that ends happily doesn't exist. Doesn't mean we
can't live happily, find happiness, and experience the pure joy of what life,
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I have been invited to be a part of the Character Blog Tour! Next week Monday I will post some deliciously juicy details about the main character in my upcoming novel: The Praetorians. I am really excited to enlighten you all on my main character and how she lives within the world I have created.<br />
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Not going to lie, I am totally SQUEE for this. Yep, you got it, this one is SQUEE worthy. I was nominated by the lovely Ashley Carlson whose book is coming out soon! Please check out her Character Blog and I look forward to sharing mine with you in a week.<br />
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<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604816858502702857.post-20683722196373087012014-09-19T14:18:00.001-07:002014-09-19T14:18:28.058-07:00Oh 3D...how I love to obsess over you<p dir="ltr">I love starting new projects. I get this excitement in my belly like a child does the day before Christmas. It's like once I open the program and get started a present will pop up in the form of my finished product. TAH DA! Project complete.<br>
No...it's never that easy.<br>
Last night I started the modeling process to build a new character, and thanks to an awesome friend I have a pretty updated rockin computer with the most updated rockin programs. First problem, resetting all your tools and configs to match your old presets. Forgot how laborious that can be. I was an hour into setting up and I still hadn't brought in my reference images to start building from. <br>
But the excitement is still there, I want to go back home and jump back on my computer but alas, I must make money first. <br>
So all day all I can focus on....<br>
How am I going to build out the shirt and the mag holsters from the body block? <br>
Polygon hair, a solid piece, or nurbs to build out a hair system? <br>
And the words that keep running through my brain...Center pivot, freeze transformations, delete history.<br>
Oh yes...the modeling has begun!<br>
I'm looking forward to seeing how the pipeline goes on this animated short. </p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01331053282637186525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604816858502702857.post-15059345928008647172014-09-03T11:52:00.001-07:002014-09-09T15:44:27.811-07:00Can I keeps it? <div dir="ltr">
Fear. I am afraid. I open my eyes and it seeps in, but instead of running I cuddle close and smile. I must be crazy. I must be a complete lunatic. I close my eyes and breathe in the scent of you and I feel the pressure of doubt, the slicing knick of bewilderment; how did I get here? Though I consciously walked in a straight line from point A to point Q, I somehow ended up on F and Seventh street (Spelled out because it's always better when I can actually read the number fully).<br />
Wonder. It's actually real. Sometimes I can't believe I can actually hold it with my own two hands. Thoughts can be enticing, but also screwy in their stubbornness to make you believe in the mystical. I can't discard it though, the wispy hope that wafts through my mind in the dimming light of evening. There is no ignoring the pull as my eyes split open at dawn and I see the dreams solidified.<br />
Hope. A tricky bitch. Despite the sinking tremor of what could happen if I lean too far to the right and plummet to my emotional doom, hope keeps me barely on track. Even in the wide black lake of loneliness hope is my buoy though it taunts me with the gravity of the other side. Yet somehow it keep the muscles in my face from pulling downward even though thats the only way I want to go. Hope keeps the socially acceptable form of insanity from tying you in the inevitable straight jacket. I hope because I must, and I must because I can't imagine my life any differently than what it has given me. I hope I get to keep it.<br />
Reality. Not so easy. The honest truth is I can't really keep anything, not forever anyway. I can't keep this moment, or this day, I can't keep my room clean and my apartment will always be filled with dog hair. Reality is life happening all around me and I don't want to waste it. I made a terrible mistake two years ago and I don't intend to repeat it. I want to make up for what I've done wrong, and I want to live life the way my path previously intended it to be. Maybe hope will keep me afloat, and my sense of true wonder will chase away the fear. Maybe, just maybe, the dreams I've always had, will become my reality.</div>
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Update:</div>
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I can't keeps it, it was never mine to keeps<br />
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Updated Update:<br />
Life can't seem to make up it's mind. Here's a lemon...now you can make orange juice, wait no...I gave you a grapefruit...go make apple juice. Kidding, it's a lemon...you still want lemonade right?</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01331053282637186525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604816858502702857.post-16537632608945410592014-08-06T23:10:00.002-07:002014-08-06T23:10:19.022-07:00The Graceful Truth: Part VIIIIt amazes me how many times I feel utterly alone. Standing in a crowd of friends and family and I feel ostracized from every single one of them. Sitting in my desk chair at work listening to the soft hum of the air conditioning knowing there are co-workers less than 20 feet from me but the air is so still I can hear myself breathing. Late at night when I cuddle up to my puppy, his warmth and comfort of a heart beat is the only thing that makes me feel like I wanted.<br />
<br />
The truth is I am not alone, not really. But the feeling of it is too overwhelming to look past. I have many options of people in my life, I am lucky to know so many wonderful people. But I bet those people feel alone too. The married ones, the engaged ones, the ones in fresh relationships and the ones that have been with their partner for years. It takes only a few moments and a few hard days to feel like an outsider of a world you are so used to. <br />
<br />
I like being busy because it keeps my mind from the vacant moments. How many nights have a read myself to sleep? Watched entire tv shows alone with no one to talk to them about?<br />
<br />
In the back of my mind I scream at myself to stop being so damn dramatic. "You have plenty of friends, what's with the oh poor me stint?" I can't answer that because I have no idea where this melodramatic attitude stems from. Do you know what I mean? I hope you do, because there are days I seriously want to smack myself for the way that I feel.<br />
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When I answer his phone call I feel alone, abandoned, broken, decrepit. I feel lost and heartbroken. I feel like the world has swallowed me up whole and there is no way out of it. I am gone. I am in the black abyss of nothingness.<br />
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For the longest time I have only ever wanted to feel wanted by someone. I just want someone to look at me the way he used to. I want to know that there is something in this life other than the quiet click of my bedroom light and the cold sheets I climb into alone every night. Do you feel this way? Perhaps maybe I am alone in this too.<br />
<br />
"Gracie I want to come see you."<br />
<br />
I know I should hang up, I know I should tell him no but I don't. I say yes, because being alone is too painful. "Being with him won't be much better," the voice from the back of my mind screams at me. But I ignore my reasoning, and tell him the number to my hotel room. At least I won't be alone.<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01331053282637186525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1604816858502702857.post-79610458699328542402014-08-06T15:10:00.000-07:002014-08-06T15:10:26.899-07:00The Graceful Truth: Part VII<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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I remember it so clearly; the first time I told him I loved him still and
I wanted more than an every once in a while thing. He got this doe-eyed
expression on his face but followed it up with a deadpan look of pain and regret. We were
sitting together at a bar in down town San Diego surrounded by our close
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He glanced away into the crowd, his leg beginning to shake with the
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wonderful LA weekend together, and I made the utter mistake of thinking one day
in the hot sun wrapped close to his body was enough for him to forgive me for
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bones beneath the sturdy structure of his life, but the damage was still there,
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“Grace I…,” he began but was immediately interrupted by his best friend
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“Why so glum friend?! You have drinks, a hot lady on your arm, and you
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He smirked and doused his throat with a hearty chug of Newcastle before
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Looking back maybe I should have followed him, maybe that had been my
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no then, and it was no the few months after, I should have known better but the
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The music outside of the tent slowed to a stop and before I knew it the
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like the drop of water from a constant cliff side going dry without warning. I
needed more, I craved the cool sparks of his touch, I craved the warm fire
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“I have to say my good byes to my sister,” Kellan said pausing for a
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I knew what he was asking, and as much as my mind was screaming at me to
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“Good,” he said with a slow smile. “Don’t leave just yet, I’ll be right
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I was in deep now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You are
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now myself better by this point and when it comes to Kellan I never know how to
say no. He always yanks me in by both hands dragging me under his spell. I fall
hard, I fall fast, and then I’m drowning alone and he is gone yet again. I made
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My head hangs in the shaming guilt of my past and I can’t keep from
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of my lungs calming me slowly into a less agitated state. Once the flame licked
at the filter I dug into the pack and lit up again. No sense in stopping now, I
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By cigarette three I glanced back into the tent to see where Kellan was
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“Hi Grace,” she said smoothly. It was the first time we had spoken all
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“Hi,” I said softly feeling a little ashamed that I hadn’t spoken a word
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“He left.”</div>
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I think she noticed my shock was more than just surprise, it was also
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The black vortex of my past crashed into my present settling like a
weight of bricks over my shoulders. There was no leaving it behind, no keeping
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most of the way. I stumbled half heart sick half drunk (because I most
definitely snagged a half bottle of Tullamore Dew on my way out of the party)
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If my life were a movie Kellan would have dashed through the closing
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and grabbed my face kissing me with everything he had. He would have professed
his undying love for me apologizing for his mistakes and his neglect of our
togetherness. Or, as soon as I exited the elevator I would have seen him sitting
outside of my door waiting for me to come back. With a bottle of my favorite
whiskey and two glasses, one already half-filled because the nerves got to him
too fast and too strong for him to wait. But my life isn’t a movie, and
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K: U up?</div>
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G: no, go away</div>
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K: Can I call?</div>
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G: silence</div>
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I did answer, because even after all this, I am
still the biggest damn idiot there ever was. Don’t get your hopes up. With this
rolling coil of fear squirming through my body, this phone call isn’t going to
be a good one I can guarantee it.
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Have you ever been to Disneyland, or a theme park where
you have to wait in line for an undetermined amount of time waiting and waiting
for your moment to sit in the hot seat for maybe three minutes? That’s what I
feel like right now. I am sitting in my seat clutching glass seven of champagne
trying my best to sip it as slowly as possible while my legs shake out a rhythm
of crazed nerves.</div>
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After Kellan walked away from my table at the elbow
of the elderly gentleman I immediately started to keep a closer eye on him. I
told myself it was because I wanted to be ready when he asked me to dance, but the truth
was that after his lips brushed against my skin I couldn’t seem to stop my eyes
from devouring him. Perhaps it was half creepy stalker of me, but I chalked it
up to just feeling prepared when we would be in closer proximity.
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Three slower waltz songs pass through the air followed
by an upbeat jazzy number and a more pop spastic hit that I forgot I used to
secretly like. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My knees shake and
tremble the entire time as my stomach does an endless number of back flips
every time Kellan happens to catch my stalker eyes. He smiles at me, and waves,
he makes silly faces at me from across the room. It takes me about 30 full
minutes to realize he is watching me as much as I am watching him, and not just
that but he is eye flirting with me. That’s a thing I swear it, I felt the
blazing metaphorical heat against my skin every time he glance my way.</div>
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By song ten I was starting to think he forgot about me.
He had danced once with his sister, once with each of the three bridesmaids,
and once with an older woman that kept her hands quite close to the top of his
ass. He had to keep pulling her hands upward but they continually slipped back
down to fondle him like an old pervy woman is allowed to do. </div>
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Song twelve (yes I am counting alright!) and I am
drinking water. I know, but its bubbly water and I need some actual hydration.
I close my eyes to regain some composure because by this time I am at a loss of
what to do. It’s been a while since I have seen him, but not that long that I
don’t remember him. </div>
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There was a weekend about two years ago that he was
actually able to meet me in my neck of the woods. We hadn’t seen each other in
over a year and had been off and on friends after the break up for almost two
years. Things were comfortable for us, easy, like drinking a nice cool glass of
lemonade on a hot summer afternoon. It just made sense and there was never a
reason not to.</div>
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He met me at a restaurant in Downtown LA and the last
thing I expected was a clean shaven god of a man to walk up to me and smile
like he had known me for years. “Hey beautiful.” He said it like we had just
talked earlier that day, when I hadn’t really talked to him in several months.</div>
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It was him, but he was the clean cut dressed up gorgeous
version of him. When we dated he had his clean pretty moments, but that evening
he had hit the nail directly on the head. My mouth watered and my knees
trembled just looking at him.</div>
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It wasn’t fair how easily he was able to instigate these
wobbly feeling inside me. The second his hand touched my cheek that night I had
been a goner. The entire weekend was a blur of skin, sweat, drinks, and
giggles. Then it was over and we were back to being distant friends and somewhat
inconsistent pen pals.</div>
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That night assaulted my lonely mind whenever I had
trouble falling to sleep, or in moments like these when I was surrounded by
loving couples but I had nothing to show off. Watching him offer his hand to
yet another young blonde woman while I waited for him on the side lines felt
like a punch in the gut.</div>
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Sometimes though, especially in these moments, I feel
like I deserve what’s being chucked in my lap. I pushed him away and told him
to leave. I made the decision to date another guy right after him, I also made
the decision to move away and distance myself from him. It’s my fault, and mine
alone that he has other avenues to walk down instead of the one aiming toward
me. I know I want something with him, I see that now and it’s impossible to
deny it, but I can’t ask him for it. The second my mouth opened it would just
be a running stream of nonsense and word vomit anyways. The Champagne has done
its job, I am a buzzed up bubbly mess.</div>
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I stood up on wobbly legs and headed out toward the
front of the tent where the evening air kissed my skin with freshness. It's cool, but not overly cold. In my green silk dress the evening actually felt
beyond perfect. I really craved a cigarette, I wanted something sharp and
biting to whip my sense back into shape. Every limb in my body was filled to
the brim with bubbles and Brut, I needed a punch of nicotine to right my world
again, and I hadn’t smoked in over three years.</div>
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“Still crave the menthol? Or do you prefer the classy
American Spirits like most LA smokers do?” His voice was like melted chocolate
over my senses; drugging, dark, and deeply sensual.</div>
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“Menthol always,” I responded easily, as though his
words and tone had no effect on me whatsoever. </div>
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He reached into his pocket and pulled out a fresh box of
Marlboro Menthol's smacking his palm with the ease of experience before
offering me first pick. I plucked one from its pristine placement and brought
the filter to my lips before I remembered that I had no lighter.</div>
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“I’ve got ya.” His hands slipped up toward mine cupping
my wrist to keep me steady before snapping the flame at the end of the
cigarette. </div>
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Silence enveloped the space between us making my mind relax into comfort. It felt wonderful, the kiss of our past slid between us in a
whirl of memories we didn’t need to voice aloud. But of course I ruined it, it
is what I do best really.</div>
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“So how is your girlfriend?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: .5in;">
He chuckled softly casting a sideways glance in my
direction before he flared up his own cigarette. “It isn’t obvious? You’ve been
watching me all night, I thought you would have caught on sweetheart.”</div>
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My head whipped his direction so fast that my cigarette
almost flew out from between my lips. “What happened?” I asked shyly, like he
didn’t know the meaning behind my question. ARE YOU SINGLE!? PLEASE GOD TELL ME
YOU ARE SINGLE AND WANT ME!</div>
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“We had our differences and we ended it.” Simple. Honest.
Told me absolutely nothing.</div>
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“Oh.” I took another hefty drag on my cancer stick and
flicked the ends several times more than necessary as I took in his words. No
wonder he was dancing with every blonde woman in the vicinity, he always had a
preference to them. Always made me wonder what he saw in my dark red straighter
than straight strands. </div>
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Music sifted out to our silent spot in bubbling waves
and I unconsciously began to sway. Kellan noticed. He turned toward me plucking
the cigarette from between my fingers and flicked it into the ash tray before
his hand slipped around my waist pulling me in close for a slow soft dance. We
didn’t really move all that much, we more swayed to the tune, but our bodies
pressed into each other like old lovers. My head drooped toward his shoulder
allowing our cheeks to kiss side by side. I felt his lips rustle through the
layering of my hair before he planted a tender kiss on my temple.</div>
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“I’ve missed this,” he whispered softly.</div>
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I pulled slightly away from him needing to see his eyes
to know if what he spoke was truth or just in the moment words, but his eyes
gushed with emotion and I was immediately drowning in their tenderness. “I’ve
missed you too.”</div>
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His subtle smirk sparked a fire in my belly before he
gently nudged my nose with his pulling me closer as the music spun around us in
a wave of magical wonder. </div>
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Disgusting right? Makes you want to puke a little? I
know, I warned you didn’t I? Love makes everything sound so perfectly sweet, so
unendingly romantic, so doused in confection sugar that you would get diabetes
just thinking about it. But I was in it, I was lost once again. He had me,
yanked me under and I didn’t care that I couldn’t breathe. This is why love is disgusting, he could have
slit my throat with his own hand and I would have said, “It’s ok, I still love
you,” on my last dying breathe. </div>
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God, I disgust myself. Screw the champagne, where the
hell is the whiskey?</div>
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One morning I was feeling horribly sick, the kind of sickness that stabs
you in the abdomen and shakes around like a steady earthquake inside your pain
receptors. I was staying over at his place like I would normally do, but this
particular morning I was really regretting it. I couldn’t sleep, it was maybe
four in the morning and I just kept rolling, twitching, and huffing.</div>
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Finally, sometime around 530 am I couldn’t stand it
anymore. I stumbled my way to the bathroom, which wasn’t easy
because the pain in my stomach had bloomed towards my sides and back. I could
barely walk, but I made it to the bathroom thinking that if this was just a
normal morning constitution I would never ever again eat carne asada fries from
that dinky Mexican place down the street.
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Twenty minutes later not only did nothing happen, but I was starting to
feel worse. I just had no idea what was wrong with me. A soft knock sounded at
the bathroom door before Kellan’s sleep rumpled face poked through the crack. “Babe,
you ok?”</div>
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I looked up at him slightly embarrassed as I sat uselessly curled in a
ball on top of the toilet in nothing but a t-shirt, and my blue and purple
stripped boy shorts. I was in too much pain to do anything about my embarrassment
so I just mumbled a half spoken no and stumbled off the toilet toward the floor
wanting nothing but to curl up and die.</div>
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“Do you know what’s wrong?”</div>
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As soon as he asked the question it was like my brain flipped on finally
screaming the answer at me. It had happened twice before, both times I had no idea
what it was, but this time I just knew. The pain doubled up on the left side of
my back shoving a hot poker of fresh agony between my ribs. I knew without a
doubt that I once again had kidney stones.</div>
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Immediately I panicked because there was no way I could get to the
hospital. I definitely couldn’t drive, Kellan didn’t have a license (long story
there), and I didn’t have insurance to call an ambulance. I didn’t know what to
do but the words spilled from my lips as he hauled me back to his room and
carefully deposited me back on the bed. “I need to go to the hospital.”</div>
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The look on his face was serious and slightly gushing with immense worry.
“The hospital? Is this that bad?”</div>
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“I have kidney stones again.”</div>
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“Oh shit.”</div>
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I nodded my head because all forms of communication were quickly shutting
down. I don’t know when or how he made the decision, but within a few minutes I
had a sweater over my head, shorts on, my sandals strapped to my feet, and I was stumbling
alongside him toward my truck parked out front.</div>
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Though I’m pretty sure I mumbled something about him not having a license
he slightly laughed and said, “I don’t care if I get a ticket, I am getting you
to the hospital Gracie.”</div>
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There was no reason to argue, and for the most part I couldn’t have
argued even if I tried. Though it felt like a million years, he got me to the
emergency room in under 25 minutes. By the time I got inside and on a gurney
bed I was a ragging wreck of tears, snot, and gurgling moans. Trust me
when I say that kidney stones are one of the most painful experiences I have
ever had to endure, and I have gone through a lot of painful things.</div>
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He stayed by me the whole time; through the tests and the long waiting,
through talking to my doctor and the nurses. He even called my mother to make
sure she knew what was going on. We drove to the drug store and picked up
several different pill bottles, one of which made me horrible sick and I threw
up what little I had in my stomach in the target parking lot. </div>
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“I am so sorry, I am such a wreck!” I mumbled in between sobs of numbed
pain and nausea. </div>
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Kellan reached out with both hands and grabbed the sides of my face
before I could pull away. My breath stank with pill infused puke, my hair was
in a mass of knots and kinks from sleeping on it, and my eyes were so swollen
from crying that they itched like there was sand plastered over them. “Stop it
Gracie, I love you, and I want to make sure you are ok. I’ll get you home and
tuck you into bed and when you feel better we can order pizza from that place
you like.”</div>
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Looking out at Kellan as he took his place at the Bridal party table I
saw nothing of that man that stood by me on that day so long ago. Everything
about him had changed and I felt this vast stretch of nothingness blanketed
between us that I would never be able to cross again. It wasn't really that he looked that much different, or that his personality struck a different tune, it was more that he had never seemed more unattainable. Before I had no qualms being close to him, seeking him out, talking to him out of the blue; but today it all felt different. He felt untouchable and I didn't have the strength to press through the invisible barrier. </div>
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I glanced down at my plate of picked over chicken and fried potatoes and
grimaced at how little I managed to put away. It wasn’t like I had a choice, my
stomach was tied in such a fierce knot that the only thing I could manage to
get down was champagne, and I was fine with that. I was on glass three and
going strong.</div>
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Music filled the wide tent space as glasses clinked watching the couple
of the evening prance out to the dance floor. Looking at the beautiful bride I suddenly
experienced a moment of clear understanding and comfort. She was truly
beautiful, and extremely happy. The groom pulled her close to him and they
danced through the entire song without taking their eyes off each other. It
would normally be a gag inducing moment for me, but truly I couldn’t help but
smile at her obvious joy. I knew what it felt like to be loved like that, to be
cherished. I had to give it to the girl that she snagged a man that would treat
her with the respect and love she deserved. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They spun and swayed along to the soft lilting
music pulling my head more away from my negative thoughts and refocusing
on the good. </div>
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“There’s that smile that I’ve been waiting to see,” a deep voice said
from just over my shoulder before my stomach dropped out from beneath me
hitting the floor with a loud splat.</div>
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I turned slowly, the smile now more manic in fear than split wide with
joy, as I stared into the soft brown eyes I had been dreaming of since I walked
away eight years ago. His smile was easy, the small kind of smirk lifting the
corners of his eyes as the iris’ sparkled with excitement. It was a look I
craved every day so many years ago, and now that I had it up close again I didn’t
want it to ever go away again.</div>
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His eyes flitted from my face to the beautiful bride on the dance floor. “She
looks happy doesn’t she?”</div>
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I nodded my response because I had yet to find my voice in his presence.</div>
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“I never thought I would see my sister get married, but seeing her this
happy makes me think there is hope for us all.” His eyes did that twinkling
thing they do when he is truly overwhelmed with the pureness of bliss
before his gaze focused on my face. “I’m really happy you came, and I know
Samantha is too. I wasn't sure you were going to make it.”</div>
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Crap. Did I not mention that Kellan is the Best Man? You probably thought
he was the one getting married, which possibly would have made this day easier
and whole lot more horrible.But he didn't get married today, and he never secretly got married from the looks of his left ring finger. But he has a woman in his life, though I had yet to see her shapely figure amongst the crowd.</div>
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As he smiled into my eyes for several long pauses I wanted to say
something back, I wanted to unload every emotion running through my head and
beg him for a second chance because I knew looking at him now that was the only
thing I wanted. But I didn’t say anything, I didn’t say a single word and I
notice the easy silence turning more and more uncomfortable as every second
ticked by. </div>
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Kellan’s attention slipped as an elder gentleman tapped him on the
shoulder asked about some wedding related issues. Before he turned to go
and help the man with the problems that would most definitely ruin the entire
evening by the look on the old mans wrinkly face, Kellan pulled his attention back
in my direction pulling my hand up to lips before he cracked a wicked smile.</div>
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“Save a dance for me will you Gracie?”</div>
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His lips touched the sensitive flesh of my knuckles before he traced over
the spot with the pad of his thumb. He was waiting for an answer. His face was
less than six inches from mine, so much closer than it had been in over eight
years. I wanted him closer, I wanted so much more of him closer until there was
absolutely no space between us. </div>
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“Yes,” I responded finally through shaky lips. “I’d love a dance with
you.”</div>
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His smile grew wider if that is even remotely possible, and then he
turned toward the elder gentleman and disappeared into the crowd. </div>
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My glass of champagne was in my hand before I knew it downing glass
number five in less than three seconds. Oh dear God he wanted to dance with me.
More champagne might be a bad idea, but I filled up my delicate glass with more
frothy bubbles telling myself that sipping it slow would make the jumpy buzz I already
had stay at a constant pace.</div>
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Oh God, I hope I don’t throw up the contents of my dinner.</div>
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