The Blog of Hillary

...though admittedly, I haven't seen it yet. It's dusk now, I won't see it for another couple minutes, I'm afraid.

I'm working on a new story, haven't thought of a good title for it yet, though. Maybe "Forest of the Wolf" but that's sounds cheesy, like a 40's horror movie. "Wolf Forest" doesn't sound very good either. Ugh! OH. I know, and I know just how the cover would look. "Alpha, Beta, & Omega" Yes!

The plot: Two sisters, Anna and Gabrielle, have the ability to transform into wolves. By night, they are with a wolf pack and do all manner of wolf-like things. By day, the live in an uninhabited forest, reminscing of days past and dreaming of days to come. But things get sticky quickly for the sisters, and the pack is on the verge of an every-wolf-for-herself rebellion. And one unfortunate mistep forces Anna, quite literally, over the edge...

The characters:
Anna--twelve years old, adventurous, agile. Has a real knack for landing in sitatuations that usuaully end with her being injured, and her sister then has to patch her up. (This is how the books starts.)

Gabi--Anna's older sister. Basically a more mature and level-headed version of Anna, though she wouldn't say no to a little adventure herself.

Their mother, Evelyn--died when Anna was 9. Their father was never in the picture, I don't want to complicate things.

The pack--the alpha, Gabi's mate. A regular plain old wolf. There's also the beta, four unranked wolves (yes, that's how it really is in nature), and an omega. They all appear as real wolves--yet there's no real way to tell, is there?

The setting: A lush forest somewhere far far away. It's late spring, the weathr is gorgeous as it should be in any novella.

Things your probably wondering about: When Gabi and Anna are in wolf form, they have neither the mindframe of a human nor an average wolf. It's some where between unnaturally genius wolf to a human with strong, irrestible wolf instincts. This depends on what they're doing--if they are just resting with the rest of the pack, they will be in a more human state of mind. If they are being pursued or are hunting, instinct takes over, making their thoughts less human and more lupine.

Excerpt: "Each girl whispered a quiet wish under their breath, softly casting their desire to the night. Their voices were inaudible to all but the sycamores towering above them and the crescent moon hovering overhead.
A gentle, caressing breeze blew, isolated to the figures in the moonlight, sending the sisters’ hair to form a halo above their heads.
Their wish was repeated back to them on the lips of the wind, and the sycamores and the stars and moon and the very earth beneath their feet whispered back to them, I grant you your wish."

I'm off to look at the full moon now.

Yes, it is true. I'm auditioning tomorrow at seven. It's a shame walk-ins aren't allowed, I would've invite my friend Isha (whom, along with Voldy, I have made many a scheme to be among the rich and famous). So, look out, Hollywood, you may just have Hillary Marie on your doorstep in the near future.
But, back to the things that are happening here and now.
Voldy moved on Saturday, just up and left for the 5-day car trip to Arizona. It isn't that I didn't say goodbye, I just feel like it was so sudden, so unexpected. I would never be sufficiently prepared for one of my best friends to move so that I wouldn't feel the move, but it was especially hard because Desiree and Sammy are moving to. Desiree's going to Michigan, Sammy, Hawaii. Still, at least Isha isn't moving. I'd probably beg to move to my house in Chandler then.
I'm writing a new novella about two sisters that are skinwalkers. Skinwalkers are a Native American myth about people that can transform into any animal they want by draping the hide of that animal over them. In the more recent walker myths, they can transform even without the hide of the animal, though generally to only one form as opposed to any. Please tell me if you think I should post the first few pages, I don't want to bore you if you don't want to hear it. I must put my faithful fans first and foremost, of course.

Hillary Marie

Go to www.writingcorner.blog.co.uk to read th first chapter of Emily's (my friend) story...I created the account for us and then she kinda stole it...0_o That's okay 'cause the story's good, so off you go.

And: Roy G. Biv.

Richard of York gave the battle in vain...RAINBOW.

Anybody else read Artemis Fowl? 0_o

I fear I will go insane with boredom lest I do something NOW.

OHHH! My favorite game.

Lindsay says: Hi! Ohhh, we're doing this again? *giggles* Ohthis is funny when we do this...oh graeat...oh I think we are doing this again....hold on...*mumbles senselessly while reading* *giggles* *snorklaughter* *more senseless mumbling* Uhm...mumbling...oh that's funny...I had a feeling you wre going to type that....*groansigh* *giggles* *plays with jump rope around arm chair* Playsl...with...jumprope...around armchair... *gigggles* *high voice* Be right back! *shuffles away*

Another daily dose of Lindsay, delivered to the general public free of charge, by the lovely, generous and kind HILLARY MARIE!

Alas, I must keep typing, because I sense boredom just 'round the corner.

I think I shall give my blog a make over...as I had the most wonderful idea for a blog, but unforntunately, only one blog can be registered to an email. I shall have to create a new email.

*goes off to create new email*

Yes, I, Hillary Marie, have changed my cursor from a howling wolf head...to a mermaid. 0_o

But.

Anyway, my world seems to have been knocked slightly off its hinges lately. Voldy's moving, Desiree's moving, and a whole host of other problems, such as my current hatred for ~some~ members of my family. I know I love 'em deep down, yadda yadda, all that. *smoke comes out of ears* But far down has obviously been deemed unsafe for hotheaded restless girls like yours truly. *sigh*

Who else wishes (though probably not as much as me) that you had, not a different life, but a different life style?

*sees hands raise in front of computer screens across America*

Yeah, well, me too. I HATE where I come from. I feel no particular loyalty or affection for the sad little suburb that is the town I grew up in.

But my hometown is Chandler, Arizona, some 40 miles outside Phoenix and one heckuva lotta hours in the car from Chicago.

*sigh* I wanna go home.

I am exchanging Harry Potter trivia questions with the aforementioned Voldy. An old epsisode of Star Trek is playing on te TV, and the sun is shining bright as can be. The lake, only 10 feet from my back door, is sparkling like spun sugar, calm and glistening, reflecting the greenery of trees and bushes around its banks. Wildflowers are blooming in an array of purples and blues, and every so gently the branches of the weeping willow across the lake sway in the breeze. All is right with the world.

Be amazed....by the fabulous, beautiful and intelligent LINDSAY!

Lindsay says: Hi! I'm visiting my grandma's house. My cousin has a bouncing orange-and-white hamster for my cursor. *giggles* How do you change your cursors? 'Cause I don't have that. Okay, uhm, *giggles* giggle giggle giggle...that's funny... *actually giggles* Okay, uhm...*giggles* *massive sigh* *mumbles while laughing hysterically* Massive....sigh...This is just so funny...oh that's even more funny...uhm, uhmmmmmm, oh, my gosh...*gasps whie laughing* *is thumped on back by me to clear airway* *more hysterical laughter from both parties* *clears throat* Oh my gawsh you're hilarious...Oh hi grandma! Oh HI Mocha! They're both out in the yard. Ohhhh! A big bouncy ball! Oh, HI Michael! Oh don't even think about it! Don't even...*hysterical laughter* Okay, I'm gonna read it right now...not again..actually that's pretty funny...*silence while reading* Okay now I actually am gonna read it. Oh, my. OHHHHHH my. Oh my gawsh. Anything I say you type! I have a feeling you're going to type that. I had a feeling about that. AND THAT. I'm gonna count to three and then read it. Okay...okay...okay...oh this is HILARIOUS! *groan* Hilarious story...*sigh* OH! *laughter* *lips move without talking* *makes funny noises in throat* *more laughter* OH MY GAWSH I'm mumbling. Oh dear...*mumbles senselessly while laughing hysterically* *huge gasp* Oh, this is hilarious, oh this is FUNNY, oh Hillary, you're really funny. Ohhhkay, what was I gonna say again? Okay...oh, you're jsut hilarious!

I say: And there's your daily dose of Lindsay, everybody! Have a great day! *disappears in a puff of purple smoke*

The air was sweet and humid. There was a distinctly unsettled hush about the town, the quiet, suspenseful hush of a place waiting the arrival of a storm of deadly potential. As I stepped outside to retrieve groceries from my mother's car, the tense atmosphere made my skin crawl. There were no laughing voices, no calls of chastisement from parents to children. Silence, except for the gentle whisper of trees that lined the road, speculating among themselves of the damage that could soon be afflicted to their home. I returned inside and turned my attention to television screen.
"Winds will reach 90+ miles an hour. Seek shelter immediately. Stay away from windows." The grim mesage was repeated, channel after channel, the nerve-rattling prognosis of a community that waited in silence for the storm to be upon them.
They didn't have to wait long.

Yes, it is indeed the last of school. Was I thrilled? Sorrowful? Well, you tell me: I cried, I laughed, I cried some more, and then I laughed so hard my stomach hurt. I thought so.

For you see, my dear reader, it was not only the last day of school, but the last day of elementary school. Never again shall I attend Neil Armstrong Elementary School, for I have progressed to bigger and better things. Next year, I shall attend junior high.

And as happy as that particular thought was, it was also somewhat depressing. I have gone to the same school for 7 years, and have became quite attached to the place. Not to mention, Voldy, (see Dharz_9317) (oh yes, Voldy, be afraid, for I have revealed your true identity! MUHAHA!) one of my awesomest friends ever, is moving and won't be attending junior high with us. As is another of my good friends, Desiree. But Desiree is moving all the way to Michigan! *sob* It's hard. It's been a terrific year, though, very wacky, very wild, very unpredictable, but terrific nonetheless. No regrets for sixth grade, definitely. *sigh* I wouldn't have done a thing differently, and I guess that's what counts.

Laughing through my tears, smiling through my crying, happy through my misery,

Hillary Marie

That was just to get you're attention. *brushes confetti off of you* *with thorn bush*

Mmkay, I'm bored, so I'm just gonna write here again. What fuuun.

Let's see...what's new in my life...Voldy's moving... I'm really hungry and we don't have any bread so I can't have my usual Nutella sandwich...my dog has, three times now, almost broken my glasses, which I just got fixed yesterday...

My glasses!

So, I have this kind of oblong oval gold glasses that are almost identical to my hair color, and they're fine and all. I loooove wearing glasses because, DUH, they aren't visual aids, they're a FASHION STATEMENT, get with the program, people. *pants* So, anyway, I want to get big winged blue ones with pink jewels encrusted along the temple and wings. Doesn't it sound gorgeous?

I never really described myself, did I? Well, here I am: I have blue eyes with darling long black lashes (which is just as well, because I loathe the very thought of wearing mascara) and a kind of heart-shaped face that's seriously tanned and in need of acne cleanser, oh, and I have a pentacle drawn in purple and yellow Crayola marker on my shoulder, but that's a long story. And I have the prettiest feet, which have only the remnants of bright pink nail polish on them. On my right hand on my ring finger, I wear an ornate, white-gold ring with a single fancy-cut diamond in the middle that I inhereited from my grandmother. The color of my hair ranges from a kind of rusty gold to auburn to deep, chestnut brown, and I have absolutely no idea why it changes so drastically, but there you are. It's not very thick, not very fine, just kind of in between, and a little wavy, hanging a little past my shoulders because last November I had to hack most of it off because of this giant knot back there. That's all, folks! *throws Porky Pig shaped confetti and flies away in multicolored hot air balloon*

P.S. Waning gibbous.

Okay, so I don't live in Chicago. I live in Chicago suburb.

And I haaaaate it. Stupid little town.

There's nothing to do. And it does not help that I without a driver's license. *throws bowl of soup at poster of Wormtail to relieve frustration* *ha, ha, Voldy *

Inside jokes are soooo much fun, are't they? Well, for me, not for you, 'cause you don't wait I'm talking about! YAY!

I like smilies. MUHAHA!

So we're doing this play-type-thing, more of a reader's theatre *gags*, and, guess what the first in-character line is. Just guess.

*in Southern accent* Well hidey ho there, little guppies! Before I say con-gra-tu-la-tions and yer on yer way, I'd like to recite a few words of inspiration, dedication, medication, and perspiration (which my teacher spelled wrong in the script).

No, I am not frickin' kidding. *sigh* The woes of small town life.

Well, it isn't exactly a SMALL town. It's not, like, a general-store-on-the-corner-and-one-stoplight kind of town, but it's no Chicago. So much to do in Chicago, so much to see...

I wanna move to Hollywood. *squeals, 'Don't tell, Voldy and/or...Pixie?'*

P.S. to Voldy and Pixie: *bares teeth* I don't seem to have really any money left in my super-secret-supply-box. Damn those ice creams from CVS, why do they have to be so tempting? *swoons and dies*

FIN.