Parallel Stories

Do you know what I mean by that? Some people call them like companion books or whatever, but they're the books and series that cross over into each other but can also stand alone. Like Percy Jackson and the Kane Chronicles, or the Kingdom Series and the Knights of Arrethtrae, or my latest discovery, the Mortal Instruments and the Infernal Devices. I finished the last Infernal Devices book today. It was sad. :( but satisfying because it had a good ending .
Some one once told me that they didn't like the end of Mockingjay. I was like ":O but it was perfect!" It neatly wrapped up everything and it didn't leave you wondering what happens next.
Unlike the end of Inheritance, which brought up more questions than it answered.
Yeah, still mad about that book...
Parallels!
Because I'm unoriginal and I like certain names, I started blending my stories a little bit, at least the ones that happen in this time period/world, so I could use a certain character more than once. And it's sooo fun. Because you have to keep it kind of subtle to keep the plot from changing (something Rick did wonderfully in the Throne of Fire, throwing Lacey and Drew in the same school as Sadie and Carter. Just enough to tease us and get us excited, not enough to influence the plot.) Anyway, it's great. It's not like anyone will notice but me, but I feel so boss when I make it work. xD
Now, I'm going to read The Great Gatsby. The movie trailer piqued my interest, and my friend recommended it, so I shall read!
Farewell. :)

My Very Weird Brain....

"Because the man wasn't good he was great

He'd say "Music was the home for your pain"

And explained I was young, he would say

Take that rage, put it on a page

Take that page to the stage

Blow the roof off the place"

-If You Could See Me Now, the Script

I love these lyrics. So, so much. I know they're referring to music and song-writing, but it's the same theory. Honestly, when I get really emotional- either mad or sad (usually mad) or overwhelmed or whatever, my mind goes into overdrive. 

I mean, seriously. I'll sit there silently, but inside my head is spinning. 

Like yesterday I got mad (long story) and this was my mind:

NonononSkyemoIcan'tAbby'sgonnakillmeAddihelloAmaianeedstotalktoyoufezzesarecoolpleasetellmehe'skiddingweeplittlelionmanskateboardRelientKRhysgrabsmyarmshisfaceterrifiedtherugisprettywhat'sgoingonnopleasenoprisonI'montopoftheworldIloveImagineDragonsAlixIlikeAlixbetterit'smoreoriginalandholycowfocusyouhavetotalknoshutupvoicesLandonandKestondialogueIneedtowritethenextpartPandoraC.S.LewisLexioohAbby'sgonnakillmecrapSherlockmindpalaceangerfearHungerGamessongsnopleasetellmeI'mhearingthiswrongI'mafreakingidiotgoshwhydidImessupthisbadIneedtoblogbecauseoftheserialstorystupidbiologyohmygoshohmygoshIhateyouAddiIhateRomeoandJuliet

I'm not exaggerating, I promise you. To be honest, there was a lot more language issues, too. >_>

So that song, that line, became my motto. 

"Take that rage, put it on a page."

I held on to each detail I possibly could, and hunted down paper and a pen and wrote everything down, sorting them into categories. The rant of what made me mad (myself, in case you're wondering) was a page, front and back, and then I used like three more pages for all the other random things going on in my mind. Sometimes I wonder how I keep it all there, like on normal days. 

I can quote movies, books, and TV shows better than I can talk normally, I have a song playing in my head almost 24/7, at least three plots needing to be sorted out at a time, not including whatever I'm reading at the time, dialogue, character ideas, my best friends' drama, their crazy antics, and yet somehow I can usually still be normal. Well, that's a relative term. :P I'm not really "normal". But yeah, whole different conversation. 

The writing helps. 

First of all, it sorts things. Organizes and filters and lets things out. And it calms me down. I'm getting all those crappy, haunting, angry thoughts out of me and onto a page, where I can seriously analyze things. Plus, a paper can't hurt someone (well, unless you get a paper cut. But that's irrelevant). I can always destroy the words if I need to, or lock them away. 

It's a LOT safer than saying something I'll regret later. 

Maybe it's cowardly. 

But I prefer cautious. 

I'm rambling. :P That happens a LOT. 

Sorry. 

If you're reading this either you have no life or you're just really, absurdly interested in what I have to say. So you have no life. 

I probably shouldn't insult those who actually are reading what I write. 

I probably should go to bed. 

It's almost ten and I'm exhausted, and tomorrow's my least favorite day of the week (although I get a lot of food I think, so it shouldn't be too bad, hehe ;).

Bleh....I don't want to sleep.

In that case I should do something productive, because I have a new story idea that needs an outline, a bunch of stories that need new parts to them, a letter that needs to be written...

Instead I'm here listening to music and rambling. 

I thought I decided this blog was just for writing and books and the like. 

Oops. 

Well, that's how it started. 

Okay, I shall take my leave. 

Fare thee well. 

:)

Shhh....

This blog is quiet. :) I like that. So far I haven't told anyone about it. It's a nice place to post writing things where no one can see them unless they accidentally stumble upon the blog. I'll open it up eventually.
I had an idea. :) To do a serial story. I'll just post little pieces at a time, maybe every couple days or so. Here's the first bit:

Landon
I spread my wings, letting the wind rush over them, feeling the control and power.
Something I am in charge of.
The whole seems silent right now. I know in a few seconds the sun will come up over the horizon and the silence will be shattered. Right now, right before sunrise, is my favorite time to fly. The gray mists of early morning seem to avoid me, navigating around my body. The stars vanished moments ago, a blinking shower just before they disappeared. There's beauty and majesty everywhere, and I am smack dab in the middle of it.
I wait for the usual morning music, but it doesn't come.
Instead I hear a scream.

I'll post the next part tomorrow. :)