A couple things happened when I was making avatars using Blue Robot. One, I accidentally made Sara and Hitchhiker look alike. And Stanley Dunkelberger (above avatar) isn’t geeky like he should be.
So, this afternoon it’s back to the drawing board and get the details worked out.
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Off to work on avatar updates! Make it a great afternoon! 🙂
Thanks to Kristen Martin’s YouTube channel, I learned about a cool, free, make-your-own avatar site! So, today I finished doing up avatars for my characters in “Revenge of the Turd.”
Super cool! I’ve created a collage of all my main characters, and guest characters, and printing them out for my plotting notebook. It’ll help me keep things straight about them – like eye colour, etc.
The above dude is Stu. Stu is a butthole. 🙂
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Sorry I haven’t been writing this week, but the nasty beast who is writing our adventures, and basically controlling our lives, has kept us so busy I haven’t had time. Ugh!
Some of it’s been fun. Some of it’s been exciting. But making my enemy fall in love with me? Seriously??? Why don’t guys fall for Pickles? Why is it always me??? I don’t have time for a boyfriend right now. There’s too many mysteries to solve.
(Rough draft continues for those who love seeing what a story looks like before the thousand rewrites.)
Pickles kicked her dad, trying to get him to focus again.
“Right,” he said looking back at her. “I’ll have a talk with Turd as soon as I find him.”
Sara realised that was about all she was going to get out of Joe for the morning. She stormed back to her house with Piper following behind, yelling, “He’s banned from my house, Joe!”
Pickles and Joe watched them cross the road. “How do keep a poltergeist out of a house?” mumbled Joe.
(The rough draft continues for those of you who love seeing what a story looks like in its rawest form.)
The next morning, a scream could be heard throughout the cul-de-sac – Turd had struck again. This time, he turned the hot water off of Sara, Piper’s mom. “THAT’S IT!!! YOU’RE BANNED TURD!!! YOU’RE OUT!!! NOW!!!”
Lucky for Sara, Piper was still at home, so she had her check to make sure Turd was out of the bathroom before she came out. Minutes later, she was pounding on Joe’s door with Piper bug-eyed behind her.
Joe opened the door bleary-eyed. He’d just woken up, and wasn’t happy that she was yelling at him before he’d had a chance to down his first coffee of the morning. He stood staring at her in his Spiderman jammies. Sara’s jet black hair was flat against her head, and she still had water dripping down her face. Sara was wearing her bathrobe.
“Do you know what Turd just did to me?” Sara didn’t give Joe a chance to answer. “He just turned the hot water off while I was taking a shower!”
Joe laughed. “He used to do that to me and Joe all the time.”
“I’M A WOMAN, JOE!”
“Oops! Forgot about that,” he mumbled.
“Thanks a lot,” said Sara glaring at him with her dark brown eyes. “I’ve had enough of his pranks! Did you know Piper can’t even do her homework without him typing along with her, or deleting her schoolwork?”
Joe rubbed his stubby chin, “I think she might have said something about it.”
“Something about it?” Sara was now giving the death look.
“Sara, you know as well as I do that Turd is a poltergeist! He does stuff. Always has.”
Pickles had now joined the morning yell. “Dad, think! Turd was in the shower with Aunt Sara. That’s going way too far!”
“In the shower???”
“What do you think I’ve been yelling about, Joe?”
“I don’t know. You know I can’t think without coffee.”
“Oh sure, and when we were little, you always claimed you couldn’t think without your first cuppa chocolate milk in the morning.”
Joe gave her a sheepish look. “Well…I couldn’t.”