Writing is like cooking, if you spill something, you should make it look like part of the act.
–John Keeble–

Saturday, February 20, 2010


the writing prompt was to write about a picture. what is behind the picture, who is the person in the picture,and stuff like that.

Traveling on our own dollar, but staying at family owned vacation spot. Getting up when we want, and going where we please. No classes, no working, no adult responsibilities, no one to impress.
Traveling has become a hobby with us two. We started small, road trips and day visits. Then the stakes grew. We took week long visits to Canada, and neighboring states. We would leave town with no plans only starting to make arrangement when we got closer to a destination. During the long stretches of time we talked about everything. There in not one subject that has not been discussed between us. Once and awhile there is fresh conversation with the strangers we meet, leading to new subjects to explore. These trips are getting redundant, there is only one way left to travel, a trip across the sea.
Who needs dating when you have a best friend that you share everything with? Guys only fulfill needs that Megan cannot achieve. When I met a Him that can replace Megan, then I will finally leave Megan, or she will leave me. Many have tried to replace my Friend, but they have all failed and I end where I started. We are both cold hearted and bitter, but we don’t see it in each other.
After this picture we left Canada, returning home and all the cares in life returning. The planning of school affairs waiting our return to be picked back up, the uniforms of a life of mature people waiting like dry dusty molds. Life that is planned out is like a creative writing project that leads you to a simple conclusion. Be free to a life of freedom.
That week Canada was burning. Hundreds of people were evacuated out of their homes and put into a high school gym. The worries we carried that week consisted of finding a good tanning location, the lighting for a picture, and mineral things like that. The mountains, behind Megan, are usually visible, not just the dusty shadow of the foothills. The mountains are green from the base until they reach the snowy peaks. The clear water of lake, that touch the foothills, reflects the sky and the towering peaks. That week Canada was burning.
Standing behind the camera is better than standing in front, so the lenses can capture all your imperfections. It takes talent to capture all the imperfections of this world. Megan is the student of masters who impart their knowledge onto her. This is the only thing that she brought with her from the out-side world. I brought nothing. The lighting from the sky is soft and makes the features of the world, seen from the lenses, softer. The cover in the sky makes this type of lighting possible.
My Future is unclear, but if there are kids their lives will follow my own philosophy. There is so must life has to offer. I have no real theory on the “Right Way” on how kids should be raised. As I parent I want to be able to give the right opportunities. Money would help with this development. Money comes with hard work and long hours, the hours spent away from my kids. If I am home then my husband is working longer hours and will never see the kids. There needs to be a freedom for change. Megan came up with that part.

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Gangsta, Gangsta

this was a writing assignment for class. we had to pick a typical person and make them unique. i picked a gangster and made him concerned about eating and being healthy.

“Alfrado, where is my Chef’s Salad?” the Boss asked. We sat in a booth in the back of the restaurants. The room was brightly decorated and the sun came through a window brightening up table strewn with papers. I know ain’t a very organized person. We had been sitting here so long my legs were falling asleep.

“Sorry Boss,” I replied. “Mikie went to go get it. He’s in the Kitchen right now.” I sat across from him in the booth; we were going through recent paper work mostly bills and the budget. The restaurant was going to be opened in an hour and we still had the monthly pay roll to review and the new menu.

“You took care of the Hunts’ matter? Last time, Alfrado, I was very much disappointed with the way the job was executed.”

“Don’t worry, Luke, has been disposed of,” I reassured. “He will no longer mess up your directions”

Yelling came out of the kitchen behind the bar. Angela, Boss’ girlfriend can out of the Kitchen carrying a salad. I’m telling yea, she’s no super-model and her hair is so straight that it wound not hold a curl, but she was the brains behind the operation. We don’t tell anyone that outside our gang, they don’t need to know. Angela always had a list of things she wanted, and Boss would do everything in his power to get it for her. They were a couple that had brains, they’re smart and nobody crossed them. On top of running a very fine family establishment, in their bumming around time together they would discussed business and management skills, like two girls teenage girls discussed clothes and brand names. Man, they were respected by all their men and the other gangs in this city. When a feud was started they were the ones that were called to be the witnesses, no one else was trusted.

Angela moved her way through the maze of table and sat next to me in the booth. She set her bowl on the stack of signed papers.

“Is that my Chef’s salad?” asked Boss

“No, it’s my Cesar salad.” She took the paper that was passing over to Boss, and started to read it over.

“Yuck, Angie, Why do you eat that stuff? Don’t you know it’s all fat and empty calories? Is it at least fat free?” Angela rolled her eyes and ignoring bosses inquires, and continued to eat her salad. “What’s taking my salad so long?”

“I took your salad and put Cesar dressing on it,” Angela informed the Boss without looking up from the paper work. “So they had to start all over again.”

“Boss,” I jumped in. “I got those new menus for you to ‘approve’. They got the new indicators next to the whole wheat, and reduced fat meals. I also need your signature for the orders on the ammo we ordered from the Alberti family last week.”

“Ah, Bravo, Alfrado,” said Angela. She took the paper that need the Bosses signature and read it over. “The Alberti family can be a very picky on their prices. Boss, sign this we wont get another deal like this from them.

Mikie finally came out of the kitchen with the Boss’ salad in one hand and busting off his black leather jacket with the other.

“Is that cigarette smoke I smell?” asked Boss when Mikie put the salad down in front of him. “That nasty habit is going to kill you some day.” Boss didn’t smoke himself, but he made everyone else feel bad for doing it. “It controls your life. You couldn’t wait five minutes to watch my salad being made. You had to step outside, and while you were gone Angie took the salad. I worry about you Mikie and this nasty addiction you got with those cigarettes.” Boy could he lay down the guilt. “Me and Angie here, we work out twice a day, isn’t that right babe? Every morning we light weights, and in the evening we talk strolls through the park. We drink ton of water in between.”

“Sorry Boss,” Mikie replied. “I try to be healthier, me and my girl, we use to be active. I ran that half Marathon 2 years ago, but since the baby, we got no energy. We are a wake half the night. Without these smokes my nerves would be so tense that I would be useless to you.”

“Are you telling me you’ve been smoking around a baby? Just don’t let me smell yea like smoke while you’re working, or I will put you on security duty again,” Boss threatened.

“No sir, Yes sir, it won’t happen again sir.”

“Alfrado,” Angela said turning back to me. “This Menu is good. Have them replace the old ones by tomorrow night, and tell the waiters and the Hostess about the new changes. Also get the finalizations on the deal with the Alberti’s to me by tonight.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

TA Meeting

i had my first TA Meeting today. for one of my English class we have to give our TA a piece we are working on and then he gives us feed back on it.
i have been working on the story about foster kids.
They day i was suppose to give it to him i totally forgot, so i handed him what i had. unfortunately, it was not previewed by me yet, so there were a lot of mechanical errors- i also put my writing on this blog in the same fashion.
other than that he really liked my work! he said i captured the feeling, and he liked the jumping around, but i would need to work on helping the reader understand were they where in time.
Why am i telling you this? because i am going to be editing the old posts, the same time i am editing the story, so i might have the same subject matter up twice, but one will just be the edited version.
hope you are all like my writing. this is the first time i am actually writing stories, so please be judgmental (but not idiots)