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I've been struck by the number of sad/angry journal postings I've seen in my favorites over the last day or two. Seems a lot of bad shit is going down all at once for quite a few folks.



I'm certainly not immune and have just recently gotten some really bad news about someone whom I care great deal.



Nonetheless, I for one will not be bowed. "When the storm breaks, some are dumb with terror and some spread their wings like eagles and soar."

Watching a True Blood DVD the other night, he on the love seat, me on the sofa, with a particularly graphically violent scene playing:



Him: "You know - Twilight really sucks."



Me: *choking laughter*

Well, I guess it doesn't really count if it's just between me and one person but still, it really caught me off guard. It was shockingly sudden and out of nowhere. Here's the best part of the conversation:



Him: I demand to know why my name came up.



Me: I just mentioned that I was surprised you referred him and not his own brother.



Him: Why were you talking to them?



Me: Um, because we were in a chat room....



Him: Well just remember they're off limits.





And that's when I realized I had a lunatic on my hands. And not in a 'hahaha, you guys are crazy' kind of way' but like 'Whoa, you're a bit unhinged' kind of way.



Well, such is life. Bound to run into a few every so often. I guess I should count myself lucky that I was here several months before it happened.



*shakes head*

My mother called last night. "There's an episode of 'Criminal Minds' about vampires. Thought you'd be interested."



Oh dear.



Anyone see this? Worth watching?

And most of them involve fangs....



Cat found 'marinating' in New York man's trunk has a new home; former owner charged with cruelty

I've finally got a decent amount of the short story I said I wanted to write and post here ready to go.



My pattern seems to be write a little, set it down, go back, revise what I'd previously written and then start writing new stuff, repeat. Having done that now several times for the first part, I'm ready to post it and I hope to continuing posting new stuff on a regular basis.



Comments are certainly welcome but just keep in mind, I'm doing this just for fun and for myself really. I'm not out to try and publish anything.



I will say this - I experienced for the first time something I'd heard writers say happens once a story gets going. A character will 'do something unexpected' and the writer just has to go with it. The conclusion to the part I wrote last night ended up happening just like that. I thought I had a set idea about how a peripheral character would 'exit stage right' and she ended up doing something very different. It wasn't until I was done writing that I realized, "Hey wait, that's not what you were supposed to do...." Kinda funny. Kinda weird.



Haha, so enjoy. I'm titling this, for now "Of the Blood".

What to write about the Saturday I just had? This is one of those entries I'm half tempted to make private. But alas, I came here to learn and to meet others and sharing is how both of those happen.



Earlier in the day, I had a distinct premonition. I was just going about my business doing the typical weekend afternoon chores around the house when, as if someone walked into the room and handed me a telegram, I thought "This is going to be an interesting evening." That was it. Nothing more. So basic, I was able to dismiss it and forget about it.



Well, that evening, I headed out to Ulteria like I normally do once a month. I was meeting friends but they were running late so after a short time just lurking in a nearby parking lot, I decided to head in. I walked straight to the bar and ordered a drink. After getting my drink, I turned around to survey the crowd and in an almost cinematic moment, I laid eyes on a guy wearing the bladed ankh. If someone had been there to see the look on my face, I'm sure it would have been worthy of the aforementioned movie.



I screwed up the courage to tap this guy on the shoulder and comment on his necklace. I asked him where he got it and he just said "New York." I replied, "Well that's not surprising." And then I added, "It's VERY distinct. I've only seen it in one other place."



He asked me where and when I said, "The Sanguinomicon" it was like saying 'Open Sesame.' He was still pretty cautious but that was quite alright with me. I was feeling him out just as much as I imagine he was me.



Ultimately though, this seemingly chance encounter turned into a phenomenal evening. It was, in a word, exhilarating. He asked me lots of questions and vice versa. The main thing I got out of our entire exchange was the joy in talking to another person directly about the peculiar stuff that's been going on with me since last autumn.



He left that evening, no exchange of email or facebook profiles, simply saying, "I'll see you again sometime."



"This is going to be an interesting evening." Indeed.

Another CT vamp! omg omg omg [runs around in circles].



*cough* That is all.

I went on my first training run in three months last night. I still have the foundation but I've definitely lost ground during my little sabbatical.



One thing hasn't changed though. The thrill of the chase. I was on my return leg when I rounded a corner in the trail and saw a guy lumbering along up ahead. Instinct immediately kicked in and my immediate thought was "Taking you down."



Haha, so imagine my annoyance when he stopped jogging altogether and started walking. Oh well, it was still fun whipping past him.

I use that term affectionately as I still feel as though that accurately describes myself as well. Despite what seems like a significant amount of time I've spent here at VR and despite all I've learned so far, I can't help but feel like I'm still struggling to open my eyes. It's as if I can hear the conversations going on around me but I can't open my eyes and actually see the people having them.



Alas, I stumbled onto a relatively new member's profile and it was like reading my own thoughts when I first washed up on these shores. The confusion and anxiety mixed in with relief and expectation.



I know the Prince will no doubt never read this little journal entry but I wonder if he has any idea how important this place is to so many people?