Last week’s Short Story

This is the short story that SHOULD have been posted last week. It’s not great, but here it is…

“Where’s Jo?”

“Where’s Jo?” Bill Baxly demanded, barreling in to his client’s home without a second thought.

“I haven’t seen her since the Major Meltdown last week,” Jess shrugged her shoulders and continued to hold the popcorn away from Eddie, too used to her roommate’s agent to be concerned with his rudeness.

“She’s locked in her room,” Freddie supplied, using the distraction to attempt yet another failed popcorn theft.

“She’s been in there for four days?” Bill roared, “Has anyone checked to make sure she’s alive? What could she possibly be doing in there? YOU TWO ARE HER BEST FRIENDS AND YOU JUST LET HER STAY IN THERE? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?”

“Chill out Bill,” Jess laughed in the face of his growls, “We’ve talked to her, she just isn’t ready to come out yet.”
“Yeah man, I left her breakfast by the door this morning and everything,” Fred bristled, forgetting the popcorn in his indignation. “I’ve texted her, and fed her, several times already today. What about you? Have you had any contact with her? You’re her AGENT Bill, why don’t you take some responsibility.”

“Well I…she didn’t…We had a meeting and she didn’t show up for it.” Bill stuttered, “I’m just her agent, I expect her to be responsible for herself.”

“She’s an artist!” Fred stood up and marched to stand directly in front of Bill’s face, “A multi-media author and artist who makes you an awful lot of money! If you want her to make it to meetings AND take responsibility for herself, maybe you should a) remind her of them and b) NOT ALLOW THINGS LIKE THURSDAY TO HAPPEN!”

“THAT WASN’T MY FAULT! IF SHE HADN’T BEEN SO RUDE TO THE PRINCESS OF ALDONIA, THAT HUSKY FUR COVERED MERCHANT WOULDN’T HAVE SAID THOSE THINGS!”

“Bill,” The soft voice held an edge that caused all three of the pillow throwing screamers to stop in their tracks. “The so-called princess of Aldonia was a con-artist who caused a scene because I recognized her from school.”

“But..but…”

“No,” Jo never raised her voice, never even glared, but the ‘no’ signal with her fingers and the soft steel of her voice seemed to leave no room for argument. “Now, I am going back to my room to finish the picture book I’ve been working on. Jess and Fred, eat something other than popcorn. Bill, let yourself out, learn to knock, and PLEASE check your e-mail for goodness sakes!”

Her door shut as quietly as it had opened, leaving her three friends staring after her with wide eyed worry.

“Did you see her HAIR?” Jess whispered in confused awe.

“I HEARD THAT!” Jo’s yell sent them scurrying away, off for lunch at an internet café.

Artistry?

Have you ever wished that you knew how to do that one certain thing? Perhaps you always wanted to learn to skateboard, or to do a back handspring, or to turn junk shop finds into high end treasures.

For me it has always been the desire to learn how to draw. I can copy fairly rudimentary patterns with a small amount of success, but to draw my own illustrations…that’s a dream that I just can’t seem to realize.

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(actual paintings created by me: Elizabeth S Tyree)

My illustrator is my mother, and she is an honest to goodness artist. The woman can paint, draw, or sew just about anything you ask her to, as long as she can visualize the outcome. If I do my job correctly, she can visualize and draw out my characters EXACTLY how I see them. Of course, without a writer’s words paving the way, you may never know about the purple and orange aliens that reside on the small planetary body of R1392Q12. That’s where I come in.

You see, the inhabitants of Planetary Body R1392Q12—which they refer to as Glorph – are a peculiar race.

With heads and long necks similar to those of our giraffes, a body that resembles the size and stature of a large horse, and eyes positioned in their nostrils, Glorphians can be told apart mainly by the number of spots on their back legs, and the color of their tongues. The spots on their back legs often include lines of runes, these lines denote their family titles and are tattooed on in lime green by Glorphites (a race of mole-like mammals that live as a lower class society to the Glorphians and use their own quills to tattoo the upper class). Tongue colors, which are natural and change from the birth color at about 6 weeks, denote their job types and can range throughout the rainbow and include neon pink for school teachers, burgundy for butchers, and black for their politicians.

The language spoken, and written, by all of the residents of Glorph is a softly guttural range of clicks, clacks, grunts, and whistles. The runes used to write this language closely resemble plantlife, the curving lines almost surprising coming from brushes of sweet grass held in the Glorphians mouths and dipped in dampened, crushed stones of various colors.

Their planet is made of gray and deep green, but the stones that are mined provide all colors for artwork and reading materials. Buildings are tall versions of the old cliff homes in our own state of Colorado.

Without this information, the artist may not be able to visualize the subject. So I do my part and paint a mental picture. Maybe that is a form of drawing, maybe I provide the image and inspiration for artists…OR…maybe I’m just a dreamer. Yeah, that’s probably it. Both those Glorphians are really nice guys!

Wrecked Wednesday

There have been numerous times in my now 29 years (my birthday was a few days ago and I’m still not sure that I’m this old. I mean, honestly, wasn’t I 22 a few months ago? Anyway, not important…back on track now…numerous times…) that I have made mistakes and wanted to rip up the page, tear out the row of stitches, or scream in frustration when I couldn’t.

People look at you oddly when you do things like that. You get asked questions like, ‘are you ok’, ‘are you sure its wrong? it looks fine to me,’ and other such banality that generally only serves to make things worse in my head. But what if it was not only allowable, but condoned. What if you were told that instead of trying to be perfect right out of the gate, you should just draw a square stick figure and then tear it up? Well guess what, you can!

Several people have started with the ‘Zentangles’ or flash writing times (anywhere from 5-15 minutes of stream of consciousness writing to get your juices flowing). Think these aren’t for you? Need a little help getting started with something else? Check out the “Wreck this” Series by author and artist Keri Smith (here is a link to her Amazon.com site http://www.amazon.com/Keri-Smith/e/B001JRZIY6/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_4?qid=1392243306&sr=1-4)

This series is fun, interesting, and just a little zany…pretty much how I like things!