Bloom Tangle

I got bored at work. No surprise, everyone does at some point. The night before, my co-worker made me a cute fox drawing. Thinking I'd do the same thing and make some simple thing for the girl I was working with that night I asked what her fav animal was. She said she didn't have one. So I decided on a flower. I'm not sure how the word "Bloom" came about. I think I was thinking of my Maple Leaf drawing I'd done before. Using the negative space. I got a bit carried away with the tangling in the background and didn't finish that night. I took it home to finish. When I brought it back, the co-worker I made it for said I should post it in our backroom so everyone can see it. That's where it is to this day.

The top photo is the finished piece. The picture below is what it looked like before I added shading. I snapped a photo because I was afraid that I would mess it up by shading it. I didn't. I love the shading, but now the two photos can show just how much difference shading can do to a piece.

NaNoWriMo ~ Day 4

Day 4 of NaNoWriMo and I've managed to procrastinate just enough to make me think, meh, I'm not that far behind. One good solid day and I'll catch up no problem. *goes back to playing Minecraft and watching reruns of Supernatural*. Yeah. that's me. I need to do 2 thousand words a day to make my goal of 50,000 words by the end of the moth. I'm at...umm... 2,787 total. Yeeeeaaah.... And to procrastinate even father, I'm writing a blog post. That is me in a nutshell. Maybe if I had a good solid idea of what I was writing, but honestly it's just a vague notion. I'm not sure how I'm gonna turn it into a book. I guess, even if I don't hit the 50k mark, just writing everyday will be an accomplishment.

An odd thing I have noticed writing this story, I've created a very weird tone in the way I'm writing it. It's almost like a formal medieval fantasy style. I didn't really know I had that in me. Here's a snippit of what I've written:

“Mistress Baker, How are you this lovely day,” A tall watch officer strode through her open door. “And might I add you are a vision yourself.”

“Corporal Donal, you've a silver tongue in you're head that you waste on me. I'm no doe-eyed maiden to cling to your coat tails and write poetry of your eyebrows.” Kalisin put on a playfully annoyed manner. She did enjoy the banter, even if she knew Donal never meant it truly.

“It was of my eyes, and Rosana was very passionate about that poem. I think I might still have that parchment. It was an inspired bit of verse if I say so myself.”

See what I mean? It's an unusual tone that I've fallen into. I kinda like it but not sure how I can keep it up. If I slide back into a normal speaking voice this will sound out of place. Meh, I can change it later. I just have to get it on the page right now.