Recognition (They love me, the love me, they really love me!)

While I was hanging around in the Canning Electron microscopy workshop, someone just walked right up to me and asked me if I was Sonja's chemist. For a moment all I could do was blink at the girl. That was the last thing I expected someone to ask me. I mean, as my mother would say it, I was geeking out with a whole bunch of scientists... not with the literary crowd that usually goes to the open mike nights where I voice my scientific poetry.

Once i regained myself after the shock, I smiled and nodded but first I clarified it. That, yes, I could be considered Sonja's chemist. (Sonja Mongar being the professor in charge of the literary magazine pastiche and, hence, the one in charge of the open mikes.) Although I have never taken class with her. I was merely one of the honorary english majors. Like i had stated at the first open mike "i'm not an english major but I play one on TV." Most english professors think I'm an english major. Even the director of the department thought I was one until recently.

So maybe I do spend more time in the english department than I do in the chemistry department. Though I love dearly what I study, I have a lot more in common with the literature majors. Therefore I am always hanging out with them in their space.

This girl smiled and then proceeded to tell me that she really liked my work... though all she had heard from me were my poems on Romance novels. She happened to have gone to every other open mike and only been around for those, missing out on my poetry on chemistry. But, she continued to tell me, she had heard all about me and from what was said I must be pretty good.

There you have it! I was recognized. Who would have thought of that? As vain as I am... since I am the goddess... I had never envisioned someone just coming up to me and complimenting me on my work. It was a nice feeling.

Dungeons and Dragons

So, for the past year I have been very much into a Warcraft D&D game were my brother is the GM. This really isn't surprising since I am an avid rp-er. It wa because of this that my brother asked me to be in his game. He wanted it to be more story related and story writing on the spot was basically what I did. Of course with my rp's I sit in front of the computer to write it all.

The last game of this semester's session took an interesting turn. My character (the group's resident rogue night elf infiltrator) was taken captive by the company's villain. When the game ended I was upset that my character had gotten caught, again. The rest of the company would be together and my character was stuck on some strange plane with this idiot guy.

But then I jokingly said the next day that if that happened in any of my groups, my character and the villain would fall in love. That was the way it would be. My brother wasn't too impressed but he did think it fitting. That was when the inspiration hit. I wanted to write how it would be in a group.

I sat down and stared at my brother, wanting to gain some sort of inspiration from just looking at him. To be able to ply him with any question I might have about the NPC my character would fall in love with. After a few hours, I had scribbled down in my journal the perfect storyline but it was far from being complete. After letting my thoughts stew and reading it aloud, I grabbed my computer and filled in the blanks. Since then, I have been reading and re-reading it. I think I have finally gotten it perfect.

Failure

A human life is failing
While a human heart is ailing.
With every moment and every breath more pain than is meant to be had;
Stillness ad silence, anger and violence.
A tearful heart is ailing
Because the words and the ability to let it all out are failing.

A mind which forgets the activities of yesterday
Yet, remembers that you should have come home today…
Why aren’t you here today?
Or perhaps I have forgotten the day…
A human mind is failing
While the journeyer is ailing.

A person is ailing
Because medicine is failing.
Rhythms and functions that should never falter, should never cease
Are suddenly wavering, slowing in steady decrease.
A human body is ailing
Because their mortal body is failing.

A look at our souls, a moment of reflection.
The pain and the suffering, they are beyond all redemption.
Creating memory and a moment that are just out of reach.
Agony and longing, just what are they supposed to teach?
An emotional mind is ailing
Because a rational heart is failing.

Shadows and fog continue to dim the mind.
Clarity in this haze is so hard to find.
How can one manage to be caring without forgetting all reason and turn overbearing?
Trying to hold on before it all fades.
A thousand and one memories you’re not willing to trade.
Two lives beyond your help will continue to fail
On a journey you are not ready to trail
Left with a heart, a soul and a mind that continue to ail.

Blue Music

Catherine, or Cathy as her friends called her, was a pretty and trendy lawyer on the Upper East Side. She was widow shopping when they see each other. However that first glance was unimportant to her because she did not recognize the hunky man to be a famous musician. But he certainly saw only her even through the screaming throng of fans. Cathy was representing a friend of his in a divorce case and they officially meet. For a while the romance was carried long distance. She did not want to settle down because she had been hurt too many times before while he had his music and his career to care about.

Cathy gets into a serious accident after a huge jealous fight with him. Though none of her injuries are permanent, she requires constant attention. He will never leave her side, helping and taking care of her. At first she will angrily refuse his help. She doesn’t need him. But he will never leave her. He almost went crazy with the thought of his almost losing her, especially when they had departed angry and her accident was almost surely his fault. It is then that she realizes that she does need him in her life and in her heart. He will write a song about her, dedicate his next album to her and they will live happily ever after.

Blue Skies

Diane is a quirky school teacher who dances to the beat of a different drum. She will literally run into HIM at a bookstore, where he accidentally knocks her over with a stack of books. After helping her out, he asks her for coffee. They will talk about their lives and their ideals but truly get nothing more substantial than their names. He will soon realize that he has to return to work and leave her but both will leave with the sense of ‘what if?’ She will think that he needs to slow down and then maybe he would be worth her time. He will notice how her rainbow colored hair was such a contrast to his corporate world of chilly blondes and mousy brunettes. How can anyone so pierced and tattooed be so beautiful?

They will search for each other but have no success until one day Diane visits a horse ranch outside of town, which it turns out he owns and visits when he needs to get away. When they see each other, they realize that the spark of attraction was there and that they could not deny it. She will teach him how to have fun and he will give her the freedom of expression in order for them to live happily ever after under the great blue sky.

The Blue House

Ivy Marie is a scientist. Her life revolves around her lab. She doesn’t seem to notice or care that she has legs for days, cleavage to burn, a becoming heart shaped face and a smile that can light up and enchant a room. This heroine will meet her love in France. He will be a jet setting businessman who had been visiting her lab one day to speak with his investors. Their eyes would meet across the gleaming glassware and pristine shelves. When he invites her to dinner she only accepts because she wants to take a glimpse at his life, a life of a millionaire who was just having a lot of fun at the moment. They end up having dinner in Sicily and their great romance would begin. He will enchant her with pretty things, exotic sights and show her love and adventure throughout the world. Something that was most certainly not contained in her laboratory.

But after enough time and no promise from him of a permanent and stable life together, Ivy will grow confront him with a choice. They could either live a full life together to complete every dream or he could continue his fabulous but shallow life without her. He will refuse to give her what she so desperately wanted, so she will leave to have her own life. She will be secretly pregnant, sad to be without him but content to have a piece of him. He will invariably realize how empty his life without her is, find her in her quaint blue house. First he will meet their beautiful son whom he had never known about but will instantly love. They too would live happily ever after.

The Blue Book

(First in the series chronologically but will be the last one to end.)
Peter Daniel is a tall, lean, sinewy man with olive tone sin. With brooding dark eyes behind thick glasses which create an air of intrigue and mystery. He is a tortured writer until he meets this blonde, blue eyes beauty. She is an artist and because of her wild and fiery spirit, she will inspire him and enchant him. But it is from that same nature which he loved that she will one day vanish without a trace. This will leave Peter broken-hearted. For the first year he will binge and live as a hermit in a cabin in the woods, thinking and dreaming of her. The next year he will write a book about her, the Blue Book which the following year will become a best seller. She will invariably read it and know it is about her, that he was searching for her.

They will meet again at a book signing, where she will slip the book under his tired pen and weary gaze. “What would you like me to write in this?” He would ask tiredly, not bothering to look up at all, since he had long discovered that he would never find her within the masses. “Write that you love me, because I very much love you. Forgive me.” She would whisper. Peter would look up then, see the tears and the love in her eyes which he knew was also welling up within his own, and takes her hand to leave that place. Great sex would follow and they would live happily ever after.

The Blue Series

Tales of how anyone can be a romance novel character.

I hope it is remembered that a series isn’t usually about the same couple but rather a group of people (usually friends or siblings) that are very close to each other. More often than naught there is a vow of never marrying involved; a vow which one by one go breaking with time and circumstance.

I have written a short version of how I envision the romance novels written about myself and my group of friends. (The Blue Book, the Blue House, Blue Skies and Blue Music) These would not be the only books within the series since I have many more friends worth being in the blue series; each one looking for a perfect match. It is only my wish to see them ALL live happily ever after… Stay Tuned.