while I'm at it

you can expect a few more posts about what life sorts of things are happening around here; now that the story has been moved to a different location. 

1st bit of info: just an update on the ACRG. We've met now both primarily to figure out our 1st two books and other ideas of how we want to go about it all; and we've met after reading our first book. Our numbers were down for that meeting, but that's alright. Discussion went well. It's interesting discussing mysteries (which have been my favorite genre since long before I knew what the word genre meant...well I guess you can't really say long before I knew "genre" because I wasn't alive for too many years before I started understanding and using "genre") with people who haven't been as well acquainted with them.

The first meeting (post-book) was hosted by yours truly and we had tea and discussion on The Mysterious Affair at Styles. It is the first Agatha Christie to feature her most famous detective: Hercule Poirot and it is the first novel she published. It was my first time reading it and, although there were times I felt it was certainly her first novel, it was an enjoyable, strychnine-filled introduction to the great Belgian detective and his "leetle grey cells". 

I'm afraid I can't really describe to you the way I read a mystery. There's a part of me that just enjoys being taken along for the ride. In fact, I think I would be able to honestly say that as I'm reading, especially one of Christie's works, I'm doing that, just enjoying the story. Or at least that's what I thought I was doing, but I found out that all the while my "little grey cells" are working, themselves. I blame (and thank) my mother for that, for teaching me about foreshadowing and how to look for it and not just how to look for it but to look for it. I'm certainly glad that even though this was Christie's 1st work, I was not able to pin it down. It shows that even from her early work, although it may have been a bit rough, she was and will remain the "queen of crime"! I can only hope to attain some of the ability she held! 

All that said, I look forward to hearing the thoughts from my fellow readers on our next book: The Murder of Roger Ackroyd! As I've alread read it I am trying my best not to say anything about it. It's hard to not slip and start mentioning it at the wrong moment, though....Well, that's it for now...until then (then being the next time we're together again dear readers)!

just because I can!

I'm going to cancel the rules I created not long about about the story writing I've been trying to do on here. I need to be able to work on it elsewhere....so, when I get more written I will update this and/or facebook respectively....actually, maybe not...(sorry, but I'm beginning to think I need to keep this to myself for a little while...)wow, I've used a lot of ellipses already...I guess I'm thinking a lot while I'm typing this up, that's waht the ellipses usually mean in my text, it's punctuated "ummm", except for in these instances it might not be an umm, just a silence while thought happens...I'll keep you updated on the progress, but....ah! I just had a flash of inspiration! See, breaking rules does work! Now I'm off to work on this story! :-D

stuck!

ok...so I've hit a bit of a block...therefore the lack of posts in a while...I apologize to leave you all hanging, but I've discovered it's time for me to go do some research before I can keep working on this story. 

Call It Ishmael's

In the coming scene we will find ourselves in Ishmael's. It's a little coffee shop on Main street. Only a few blocks from the high school, it's a popular after school hang out. You might be wondering about a place called Ishmael's well, you see, it came out of a love of literature and coffee. Bohemia is the type of town that would (and has) continually fight big chain stores coming into town. That's all well and good for the small shop owners, but what about the folks who wanted a better cup of coffee than what was available at Mal's Diner? Well, a few years back now, when one of Bohemia's own, Tracy Presperoa, came back to town she decided to open up a coffee shop, similar to the one you'll find on every corner of any other town in California. In homage to the great work of literature from which that other coffee shop got its name, and being a lover of literature herself, Tracy named her place: Ishamael's.

Ishmael's has that familiar but new and exotic feel. Always smelling like a cup of coffee laced with comfort, happiness, and adventure, Ishmael's had the power to draw even the anti-coffee people from two blocks away. And once you stepped through those doors, you never wanted to leave again. The walls were painted in dark hues of burgundy and blue, the floor could have been seen as simple and concrete, if you could ever peel your eyes away from the intricately detailed rugs the were strewn about. None of the chairs were uncomfortable and most were the well-worn sort that, if they were feeling particularly meddlesome, could eat you up and never let you go. Those darkly painted walls were covered with a collection of paintings and photography, most of which had been crafted by Tracy herself of people and places, things and ideas, both real and fantastic. From the way she talked about them though, you'd have a hard time knowing whether or not she did, indeed, meet some of the more fantastic looking, places, people, ideas and things in her travels (she swears each story the art tells is true). In one corner of this marvelous place was a wall covered with books, not for sale. No, they were Tracy's personal library; there for others to enjoy while they were around. Above all else, there always seemed to be a bit of what one could only call magic hanging about.

lunch pt. 3

ok, so plans have changed...for lunch pt. 3 go check out my facebook notes.

Originally I was planning on writing 3 parts of lunch time from each different perspective, however, when I realized that this POV could do something I hadn't realized, the number of parts needed for lunch was cut in half. Be aware that this story is going to be a. very rough, and b. changing as things go.

lunch time pt. 2

Audrey and Jenny made it quickly through the lunch lines and headed off to eat lunch in the theatre classroom, as is their habit.

However, we're staying in the cafeteria for now. In a few minutes, oh wait, it's starting: see Ronnie Bertram there walking boldly (as boldly as he can) toward the Davis twins' usual table? It seems we're not the only ones caught off guard by it as a small number of students have turned their gaze that direction as well. Let's move in to find out what's going on.

With a quiet "ah-hem" Ronnie tried to catch the attention of Ethan, being too afraid to touch him and risk possible physical injury, to start a conversation. However with the years of practice most people at Bohemia High have of ignoring Ronnie, the small cough didn't do much to catch anyone's ear.

"mʀ[χ]xʷ’m"* Said Ronnie, more matter-of-fact-ly this time. When IPA is thrown in, with a nice link, it makes it more difficult to ignore. So, with a rather confused look, Ethan turned to see who was throwing IPA around to get his attention.

"Hey Dan, check out Berty over here! Hey Berty," as that's how they always referred to Ronnie, "where'd you learn to do that?"

"Oh, that? I've been talking in IPA for years!" Replied Berty, I mean Ronnie, with such enthusiasm about someone noticing the IPA that he almost forgot what he came over to talk about.

"Neat trick" said Dan. "Did you need something?"

"Right, straight to business" fidgeted Ronnie. "Well, you see...ummm...uh, you know", he couldn't say it here, not with all of these witnesses. "CanIbuyyouacupofcoffeeatIshmael'stodayafterschool?Ihaveabusinesspropositionforyou" Ronnie blurted out as one word.

Ethan responded in his usual quip-ish nature, "Sure, but no caffeine for you or I doubt we'll be able to understand the proposition!"

Dan confirmed "3:30 at Ishmael's?" with a vigourusly nodding, but silent (because he was afraid he might toss his cookies as the attention from the surrounding students and the aquiescense from the twins was more than he could take at once) Ronnie.


More to come probably tomorrow since I was bad at updating this week.

*to those of you who know IPA and may actually be able to correctly transcribe an attention getting cough, please let me know what it looks like, I'd like to be accurate!

lunch time at Bohemia High

(this is the 1st 3rd of lunch, more will be coming either later today or tomorrow)

While the class filed excitedly from the classroom towards the cafeteria sundry side conversations were shared by various pairings of students. If the topic of the conversation was still on the assignment that had just been dropped in their laps, the sound accompanying it seems mostly to be grumbling. However, there appears to be a pair that's not as disappointed.

Wondering aloud, Jenny Jordan asked her long-time best friend Audrey, "Do you think we can choose any scene we want, and any scene partner?". Audrey's eyes followed the direction Jenny was so longingly staring and found, as she suspected, Ethan Wallace walking and scheming away with his twin, Dan. Despite Jenny's ability to become anyone and anything on a stage, when it came to talking to Ethan Wallace, her words got as tangled as pantyhose in a dryer.

In a rather mockingly wistful, falsetto retort, Audrey replied, "Who knows, maybe this will be your big break to tell Ethan how you really feel!"

To busy lost in her thoughts about performing Sylvia to Ethan's Valentine, or maybe Hero and Claudio...Jenny didn't bother responding to Audrey's veiled jab.

As we've been following these ladies, who are following the Wallace twins, to lunch, it might be a good idea to look over our shoulders and see that not far behind is Ronald "Ronnie" Bertram, the boy with eyes only for Jenny, has been hoping that he might get to do a scene with her.

Just as we have noticed Ronnie, pinning away for Jenny, so has Audrey. "Maybe this will be Ronnie's big chance with you!" She pointed out while discreetly signaling that Ronnie wasn't far behind.

"Ew! Don't even joke about that" whispered Jenny so that Ronnie couldn't hear, as she really doesn't like being rude to him, but honestly when will the boy catch a hint! To stop Audrey from her ridiculous suggesting, Jenny punctuated the last remark with a smack to Audrey's arm.

"Ow! ok, ok, I'll stop" said Audrey, while a visible "for now" flitted across her face. Audrey would probably have continued on in this strain except for the fact that they'd reached the cafeteria. With more than half of the school about, she resigned herself to mocking her friend later.

....lunch will be continued later...