February 22, 2017

Sprinkling Thoughts on the Page

I'm sitting on my bed, listening to Green Day and I think I just ate like half a box of cheese its and I don't care.
I found some pristine watercolors that my friend gave me for my 10th birthday and I never used because I didn't want to mess them up, but today I got them out and I painted two roses. They're really pretty and I like them. I have red and purple right now and I plan to paint more.
I want to listen to my music where I have enough space to really dance. I want to do the big dramatic stuff but if I tried to do that in my house I would break something.
Do you guys mind when I make posts like these? This is just stuff that I want to tell someone but I feel weird telling them directly because my policy is pretty much "If it doesn't concern them you're just being weird, Evy." I make posts instead, but I don't know if you even read these and if you don't I'll stop posting them.
I have art but I'm not sure how/when I'm going to post it because I have no sketch pictures for it. It's Smoke Sky again, and her glitter-loving friend Berry Glitter. I might post some little writing stuff with it but it's a little fandom specific and I feel weird talking about the Danger Days fandom so... Tell me if you don't mind me rambling about Danger Days because I love it but I really doubt anyone else here has any idea what it is.
I gotta go to bed or I'll fall asleep anyway, and my phone is dying. Later.

February 19, 2017

Introducing the Twins!

I know that you must be asking, "twins? What twins?" Well luckily for you, I am here to answer all of your questions.
The twins are Finnegan and Garrett Monroe, from left to right.
Their names are above their heads, but I doubt you can read them.

Never again will I attempt to draw identical twins. Never again. They don't look alike at all but both of them are well drawn so I don't mind.
I imagine that this was one of those twin photoshoots where they do their hair and dress and pose the same.
Except I also imagine this went down right before they were about to leave:

Finnegan stomped down the stairs, holding the orange shirt out at arm's length like a dirty rag.
“I can't wear this,” she said.
“Why not?” Mom sighed. “We're about to leave, Finnegan, couldn't you have brought this up earlier?”
“You didn't show me the clothes earlier,” Finnie complained. “And have you seen my hair this past year?” she held a lock of it against the sweater. “It's pink, Mom. I can't wear orange.”
Mom groaned. “Fine. But look nice, at least, and keep your hair the same. And it has to match with the orange because Garrett is still wearing her sweater.”
“Sure,” Finnie said. She draped the sweater over the banister and ran back up to her room.
I love little things like this. Finnie and her hair dye.
This is Finnegan Parker Monroe. She likes drawing with wet sidewalk chalk and dyeing her hair. Parts of her hair had been dyed several non-permanant colors that lasted about a month before they faded and were replaced, until last year. Then she decided that she wanted it dip dyed a permanent hot pink, and that lasted about a month, until she decided to dye her whole head the same color.
She wanted purple and berry blue highlights, but Mom put her foot down.
"No, Finnie. One color. Three is too many."
This is Garrett Carson Monroe. She is Finnie's twin sister, fifteen minutes younger, but she doesn't care. Garrett loves poetry and pencil sketches, and favors jewelry over hair dye. She tends to be a little overshadowed by Finnie's over-the-top personality, but she started her art club and has her own friends. Not that Garrett is without quirks. She eats her cereal from a mug and spends a lot of time sitting on the floor. She is not quiet, and just as outgoing as Finnie.

That's it for the art and description, except for one thing:
This is Garrett's half of the sketch, with all the reference lines still in place. I feel like it's something Garret would draw, but as more of a finished product than a halfway finished sketch.
What do you think? Finnie and Garrett are characters from what is probably going to be my next novel, Hot Pink Hair. (Working title- suggestions appreciated.) I have written some short scenes like what you saw above, both in a document and in my notebook. (I have a pretty notebook now. I like it a lot better than those boring college rule ones.)
And I also wrote a synopsis. Finnie sounds like a main character to me, but nooo. It's Garrett.
Finnegan and Garrett Monroe, twins, are both known for their daring streak, but Finnegan more so than her sister. With her hot pink hair, she's hard to miss. Garrett keeps to the shadows a little more, busying herself with her art club and bringing out her daring only when she needs it. Finnegan, however, keeps her daring out all the time, and Garrett and the rest of Art Club love her for it. But when Finnegan's daring goes too far and lands her in a horrible accident, can Garrett keep it together, or will her sister's hot pink hair slip through her fingers as her life falls apart?
That was quite the sentence. Wow. So yeah, I'm thinkin' NaNoWriMo 2017, here I come? It's an exciting prospect.
Caught Outside has gone next to nowhere, but I think maybe sometime I'll keep going... I still have plans to finish it this year, so I better get started.
BONUS PICTURE BEFORE I GO:
We made a fire. Burned lots of stuff. Marshmallows included. It was cool. Except when you got too close, then it was hot. You may move along now.
Until later,

February 11, 2017

Guyyyyssss!!!!

[February 9th, 10:47 pm]
Look at this:
[better picture :)]

LOOK ISN'T IT AMAZINGG??? IT'S JUST A SKETCH BUT IM SO EXCITED BECAUSE IT LOOKS SO GOOD!!
On another note, my legs fell asleep. And so did my cat. On top of my legs. I'm sorry, Mint, but you're going to have to move.
Somehow, she didn't wake up. Weird.

[February 11th, 3:15 PM]
Aand I'm back to finish the post. Here is the finished drawing:

This is Smoke Sky. She is an OC in progress. Don't ask about the fandom, it is too difficult to explain. (Seriously, don't. I won't answer.)
I don't know much about her story yet, but when I was thinking of an appearance it gave me such a cute/interesting mental image that I had to draw it.
I'm really satisfied with the posing and stuff for this too. THE HAIR AND FACE AND JACKET AAHH! I have plans to draw her actually wearing the jacket too. Do I start it now? (I shouldn't but I probably will anyway.)
I was going to do a slightly more detailed background but then... Either way, it's finished now. I hope you like it.
(GIVE ME FEEDBACK PLEASSE :D)
Until later.

February 5, 2017

Writing??

I have writing to share with you?? What??
But yeah, I actually do. It's 300 words of something, I'm not really sure what. I really like the way it sounds though.
Here it is:

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She wrapped a hand around her necklace to steady it and keep it from jingling as she ran. She pressed the cold metal into her palm, running faster. The night air rushed past her like a tornado of freezing wind, whipping her hair into her face and against the sides of her neck. She slowed a second, just enough to lay a hand on the doorknob and turn it. She stepped inside, pushing the door mostly closed, but not all the way. She stood there for a moment, eyes closed, hand still resting on the doorknob, breathing and shivering. Then she pushed the door closed, listening to the clunk as the lock slid back into place. She turned, and started up the stairs. 

The kitchen was warmer than the back hallway, but she still shivered. She grabbed a cup from the counter and turned on the tap, filling the cup with lukewarm water. She drank about half of it in one gulp, poured the rest into the sink, and put the cup down again. Her elbows rested on the counter, one hand still wrapped around the cup, her other hand on her chest, feeling her heartbeat. She knew she didn't have much longer here. She closed her eyes, taking deep breaths and willing herself to warm up. Her phone buzzed in her pocket, and she opened her eyes. She took the hand from her heart and put it into her pocket, wrapping her fingers around the cold device. Without taking it out or looking at the screen, she knew that someone was outside waiting for her. She turned away from the counter, ran back down the stairs, and disappeared out the back door.

***
What do you think? Does it sound like anything in particular?
This is the first time I've written something like this, so I would love feedback! 
Until later,