Where the hell is my Ariste implant?! (i.e. struggling with identity)

In a fictional verse of wonder, written by Walter Jon Williams, people with multiple identities have one hell of an advantage.  A wetware implant that allows each voice to operate independently.  Each individual personality can be assigned to his or her own project, and the overall result is that one physical body's worth of a person can multi-task like a son of a bitch.  Aristoi

I've been trying really hard to let each of my projects flourish under the same level of care and attention, and the result I got was overworking myself into major meltdown space.

*sigh*

The experts have told me that I need to just focus on one thing at a time.

It's a struggle, but I see what they mean.

For the month of July and probably a good portion of August, I will be letting my Amanda Harris voice come to the foreground.  Amanda writes psychological horror and is participating in the 2015 Camp NaNoWriMo.

During the month of August I will be working on getting Amanda's work published.

September I will return to my anti-bully campaign, The Bronykin Alliance.

October, November & December I will be back with Amanda for NaNoWriMo2015

Past that... I'm not really sure... I have other voices that need attention.

If you need to reach me, my email is companion.anne@gmail.com

Stage Fright: Come for the Songs, Stay for the BLOOD!

Quite a while back, probably going on about 20 years, my circle of friends and I had an absolutely wonderful tradition.

Monday Night Movies (Later Sunday Night Cinema)

It was great because we were all very different people, from very different backgrounds, and collectively we had a very diverse and eclectic pallet when it came to entertainment.  We all added our favorite movies to the groups 'must see' list.

There are movies I NEVER would have watched, had it not been for MNM/SNC.  Example; anything sports related = so NOT my thing.  Nevertheless, one movie in particular, about a high school football team, is one of my absolute favorites.  I'm looking at you Varsity Blues!   >.<

"Kyle, did you start a cult?  Oh, that's so sweeeet!"

Sadly, I don't have that close knit circle of friends in my life anymore.  We've all moved away, moved on...  We're friends on Facebook, but we don't even interact there really.

I miss that, because I would have inflicted Stage Fright on them without abandon.

Stage Fright is a typical, run of the mill, campers and counselors vs. a mask wearing, knife wielding, terrifying SLASHER.

Except it's not typical, for one reason:  It's a musical.

Oh, yes!  You read that right!  It's a frakkin MUSICAL!

Not only is it a musical, it's a musical about a summer camp for stage geeks that love musicals, who are preparing for and performing... you got it... a musical.  It's a musical about a musical.  Wouldn't that be a Meta-Musical?

You kind of have to survive the first seven minutes, and then THIS:



I made it to about the part that takes place near the totem pole when I was like:  "Nope!  Can't do it!"  I shut the laptop, I grabbed the giant blue fuzzy blankie and I stalked out to the living room.  I pointed to the Beloved One, I pointed to the big TV.  "Netflix, big TV, NOW.  You are doing this with me."

"Oooh kaaayyy?  What exactly am I doing now?  And why?"

"JUST DO IT!"

Two hours later, we were both in stitches... it was HILARIOUS!!

A bit campy...

(Ba-dum-bump!)