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NaNo updates!

Short story updates!

Novel updates!

Coming to a journal near you.

]]> `poprocksandcharlotte Tonight's going to be a good, good night... http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/27572290/ http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/27572290/ Sun, 04 Oct 2009 06:37:51 PDT

I'll open this can with a list!

Things I want to do before I die:

Throw myself head first into a canyon with nothing but a huge piece of elastic as a lifeline.

Publish a few books.

Publish a few short stories.

Visit every continent on earth.

Hug and have a drink (or five) with Ryan.

Do the bridge climb.

Go on a holiday by myself.

Marry the man of my dreams, or live in a functional defacto relationship.

So I've been away a while...

I know. I know. I'm sorry to randomly fade into obscurity every time I say I could be back, it's just how life is working out.

The last three months, it's just been this unbelievable whirlwind of activity and I'm only beginning to get my bearings. I've spent this time just finishing up my degree, which I'm hugely excited about; writing some short stories I need to finish off Â Harmless, The Syndicate (which is my entry in `Memnalar's awesome competition) and Busted (my entry into `WineWriter's devilish little prompt); and living between Lismore (my place), Kingscliff (my parents place and hometown) and Sydney (~demonic-boar's place -yeah, the one from all the tourist brochures Â the city, not his house, unless he isn't telling me something). Yes, I have a new man, ma hahaha, everything is pretty great in that respect and I'll be taking another Jetstar flight this coming Wednesday to spend another three weeks in his company, maybe more, I don't know. No plans for a return at this point but I will have to before I trip over to New Zealand.

Yes, yes, I'm hugely in love. Everything that's happened has been totally worth it. I'm making myself throw up a little bit in my mouth right now, so I'll shutup about Gordy.

But back to my obscurity...I am really sorry but you guys do have some great people out there, I am utterly and completely replaceable with the lovely =nycterent, a good friend of mine from way back and past/present partner in critical crime. `Beccalicious who has my vote for GM. I think we need a little bit more of a prose representation across the board and that kind of thing starts with the Gallery managers. Scriptwriting and general performance writing needs a little exposure and the person to do that is Becca. It's time for some new blood and a new outlook, Lit feels flat and its time for some energy. Becca, you're already a GM in my eyes.

I can't promise to come back full time at any point in the future, I think I'm passed the point where I can honestly say that I'll be involved in everything and it will be the same as it used to be a couple years or even a year ago. My priorities have changed. Now, all of this said, for the next three weeks I can say it will be like the old days, they very old days when I had time to write and theorise. My man will be working and I will be home alone for 7 hours a day, so I plan to spend my time refining material and beginning some new projects.

Coffeehouse - I think I've mentioned this baby to everybody who counts at some stage. I really love Kate, Erica and Laura, I think they are some great characters and I am really excited to expand on them, especially since I have such a strong conception now of what I want from my narrative and how certain events take place. I think novel writing benefits from time, people don't think enough about their ideas.

Life in Boxes - This is my NaNo baby. Yup, I'm doing NaNo this year and Life in Boxes is pretty much my foray into autobiographical chick lit. This is basically a book about... ]]> `poprocksandcharlotte Lit DD! http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/27197727/ http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/27197727/ Sun, 13 Sep 2009 18:50:12 PDT ) thank ^fllnthblnk for slapping the DD device on Nuba

]]> `poprocksandcharlotte Love in Lyrics http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/27147895/ http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/27147895/ Fri, 11 Sep 2009 10:29:08 PDT I hear you push through the rusty gate
Click of your heels on the concrete
Waiting for a knock coming way too late
It seems an age since I've seen you
Countdown as the weeks trickle into days"

-Passenger, by Powderfinger

"Don't you think it's time you started
Doing what we always wanted
One day we're gonna get so high
Cause even the impossible
Is easy when we got each other
One day we're gonna get so high"

-High, by The Lighthouse Family

]]> `poprocksandcharlotte A Serious Update http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/27065396/ http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/27065396/ Mon, 07 Sep 2009 00:42:05 PDT Personal

ItÂs been an interesting couple of months, since I moved away, moved on and wound up in a new relationship. Of course this has been conducive to my narrative process; new feelings to tease out and draw upon, different locations to provide inspiration for atmosphere, thematic etc and the strangest of characters to experience, get to know, love, live with and laugh with. New beginnings are like that, streams of inspiration that skip and slide over stones of the past, polishing them with passing time until they become nothing but a memory, smoky and brilliant. In retrospect you think of things to say, things you could have done, should have done and stopped doing years ago, before it got too hard.

IÂve been doing a bit of that. Thinking of things I could have said, screamed, cried or calmly replied and not just to Jake. Drama, life is has been rife with it but IÂm okay with it now, because I can use that as well.

IÂm working on one serious piece at the moment. One. Singular. I started it for Harmless because Becca asked me to, and when Becca asks something of me, I have trouble saying no. Mainly because I donÂt want to say no. This piece grew inside my head and on the page, it became bigger and brighter, so I was selfish and kept it for myself. Maybe IÂll break the market with it on the local level after its finished and IÂve tweaked it a little, but I will submit it here for a time. Not so much for you people, although chances are I like you all on some level, but for Becs who IÂm writing it for and for those who need something to carry them through the darkness. IsnÂt that why we write after all? To inspire people, to give the marginalised and silent a voice in the void. Sure, we write to perfect our craft, to perfect genre, atmosphere, characterisation, setting, dialogue and all of the agents that cobble together a fluid piece of prose. But there has to be something more than that, there has to be a spark, even if it is just entertainment or excitement.

And itÂs with that ideology in mind that I begin to plot my next story, prompted by the polls IÂve had going all week. Vampire Fiction. I canÂt believe out of all of the things you guys could have responded with, vampire fiction seems to be the ruling class. So IÂll write some blood sucking fic for you guys, hopefully youÂll get a kick out of it.
The idea I have springs from Crime Fiction (purely for `fleet21) and Urban Narrative, so it shall be interesting to mix fanged fiends into the brew. Hopefully it wonÂt drain the life out of my cult like readership. No pun intended, har har har.

Oh yeah, IÂm in love.

ItÂs grand. ItÂs great. I want to go back to Sydney and be in his bedroom, chilling out and watching movies, with his arms tightly around me.

These are the pics I took at Taronga Zoo, on my handy Viewity Phone (ex-boyfriend has my good camera):
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And these are some pics of myself and my man: [link]

dA Lit (Warning: This may contain a rant).

#Seniors Debate

I try not to get involved with debate in the seniors chatroom for a variety of reasons: a) IÂm opinionated b) Opinionated people and #seniors donÂt always mesh particularly well c) Too many people can take what you say the wrong way and bend it to their agenda.

So when a debate arose surrounding dALit, I was hesitant to participate (at first), but then I thought about it for a while.

WeÂre a stratified bunch, arenÂt we?

As the debate progressed, I found myself getting increasingly passionate about the cause of the literary dA world, how it is ignored by the administration and the ways in which lit submission has been left behind. So now, I am passionate about this cause called dALit, no longer can I rest on the laurels better known to me as cynical senior member, I must throw down my walking stick and hold a proverbial megaphone to my lips.

What do you guys think? My watchers, my fellows, my enemies, my friends. What are your thoughts?

Does it strike you as right that it has taken dA eight years to implement some extra html tags to Âbetter assistÂ literature submissions? Considering websites like Wordpress and even my University posting board have submission processes that are more suited to the written word and from my understanding of code, easy to put in place?

Our choices right now are two: PDF uploads (which nobody can really be bothered to access due to the various internet speeds out there) or text submission with basic HTML... ]]> `poprocksandcharlotte You've got to Love the Life that you Live in http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/26926664/ http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/26926664/ Sun, 30 Aug 2009 23:13:00 PDT
I didnÂt expect to find anything here but a fleeing notion of fancy. But IÂve found a man, a family, a group of friends and a home. I didnÂt know this level of contentment quite honestly, until I caused a little hell by falling for someone I shouldnÂt have. I have no regrets.

Proper updates when time finds me alone and with nothing to do.

Please check out #Writers-Workshop, the first literary dA organisation to be made part of the new Groups system!!!

Poprock

]]> `poprocksandcharlotte Can't wait... http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/26535470/ http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/26535470/ Tue, 11 Aug 2009 20:03:25 PDT
2 days until I update this journal properly

]]> `poprocksandcharlotte Birthday Madness http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/26434435/ http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/26434435/ Thu, 06 Aug 2009 23:21:58 PDT random deviant | join dAmn | random deviation

SENIORS PARTY

The Fella Files: Fella PI

Set in the seedy underground of dA, one man stands against the backdrop of scattered Llamas and hair pulling. Fella PI traverses the chatrooms and forums, observing the crimes that unfold as deviants troll, clique and screech around the internet. He alone stands against these drama whores.

Your challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a 500-1000 word piece detailing a PI case that Fella is sent on. Characters that must be included are Fella (as the lead protagonist), our lovely admin $chix0r and a senior of your choice, plus any other auxiliary characters you draw from the channels or your imagincation.

This is not an excuse to rag on $chix0r, seniors or other people. If you do so, you will be disqualified and named and shamed in my journal as an example of bullying mediocrity. Sounds harsh? IÂm being nice. Satire is satirical, not an excuse to bring whatever gripes you have to the floor. If you cannot leave these gripes behind, IÂd suggest not entering.

Summary

The Fella Files: Fella PI

Must Include:

Protagonist: Fella

Secondary Characters: $chix0r and a senior of your choice.

Base Plot: Fella is alerted to a case file, investigates and hilarity/disaster/love/drugs etc ensue.

Genre: Crime writing.

Sub-genre: All.

Word Count: 500 min - 1000 max.

Time Zones:
Australia EST- 2am England GMT- 5pm US PDT- 9am

Prizes:
Shiny promotions and journal features of awesomeness!!!

10 THINGS YOU MIGHT NOT KNOW ABOUT HARRY!!!

Here's 10 things you might know, but hopefully had no idea about Harry Potter:

1. The are 66 mistakes or redundancies in the film, Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince.

2. J.K Rowling has been talking up the Harry Potter encyclopaedia since 2000; so far, no such volume officially exists.

3. There are nine documented clues foreshadowing Dumbledore's death in the Half Blood Prince (book).

4. In The Order of the Phoenix, the number Mr. Weasley punches into the telephone to get into the Ministry of Magic, 62442, spells "MAGIC" on the phone pad.

5. A witch or wizard's wand size is selected in direct proportion to their height. Hagri... ]]> `poprocksandcharlotte Actual Journal Opposed to Ten Questions of Blah http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/26264142/ http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/26264142/ Wed, 29 Jul 2009 20:56:09 PDT My Life

I guess it would be no understatement to say the past 6 weeks have been so varied and out of left field.

Relationships

Jake and I broke up after six years together, although this fun little fact would come as no surprise to some of you, particularly those I spent hours doubting myself to and beating myself up because I couldnÂt be what he wants me to be (Ammmmmbeeerrrr). I donÂt know how I feel about it or how to feel really. I donÂt know what the terms of behaviour are, how I should act, if weÂre friends, the boundariesÂAlthough I am quite certain that I donÂt want to wind up in his bed again for a nostalgia fuck, because that would just complicate things.

This breaking up schick is complicated.

I have stuff at his house still, which used to be my house that I coincidentally, picked out of the options we had. I donÂt know what to take, if I should insist on my half of the bond back, how we will divide the DVDs and various linens I purchased. The memoriesÂhow do you divide memories and which ones do you believe behind?

I know this is for the best. ItÂs just hard.

I slept with someone I technically shouldnÂt have, and yes, if you hang around getLit, IÂm sure the gossip engine might creep in and tell you all about it. I donÂt regret it at all, but I regret people got hurt as a result of my actions. HeÂs an interesting person and I adore him. IÂm not looking for anything serious yet, I have relationship fatigue but there are ways and means that weÂve discussed and well, thatÂs between us, isnÂt it?

Being on campus is like a meat market. Male bodies, masculine scents and heavy voices are common everywhere you look. ItÂs almost like high school, even with subtle cliques, although I never buy into that social game. I try not to anyway. There are a few guys that I enjoy a visual relationship with, you know, the exchanging of significant looks at the bus stop and IÂm forever known as, Âthat girl at the bus stop near Y Block.Â

This is the first time IÂve been single since I was 15 for an extended period of time. Well, what should be an extended period of time. Fun times and oddness.

Moving On and Away

I live in Lismore now. To describe Lismore and a few other things, IÂll copy and paste some fragments IÂve written to various friends about the place so I donÂt have to put too much thought into it and save some of the limited time I have:

ÂIn Lismore, there isnÂt a speck or fleck of snow in sight. Although, if it were possible, IÂm sure marijuana leaves would fall from the heavens here, considering its availability. The closet thing to a mountain is a hill and my Uni happens to be on a few of them, making the journey from A block to V block a serious undertaking, even when one is wearing thongs.

From the Winsome to the Uni, it seems like an odd town of round abouts and bad drivers, intent on hitting a five foot target as she runs over a pedestrian crossing. Perhaps they just hate pedestrians, maybe theyÂre stoned or everybody is sick of University miscreants invading their evil little town. Whatever it is, IÂve become accustomed to walking with my head over my shoulder, checking to see if somebody is following. ThatÂs only happened once so far - but I guess thatÂs what happens when you live in South Lismore.Â

ItÂs an odd little place.

On Uni:

ÂUni is a laugh. A complete and total laugh. A meat market of hormones and alcohol, flirtations cross the carpet as we discuss Pans Labyrinth and they think we donÂt notice; itÂs obvious, so pathetically obvious I feel as though IÂm in high school again on a mufti day, with a progressive replacement teacher who never quite looks me in the faceÂCreepy old pervert.Â

On my room:

ÂItÂs two stories, with two granny flats underneath and three big bedrooms upstairs. My room is coated by cream walls, so smooth and pristine that they would melt over your fingers if you laid a hand against one. Light stained wood lines the roof and the marriage of the floor the boards and walls, the door is a thick pine, almost oak, not too sure, but itÂs nice. My door locks. I have never had a bedroom door that locks and one so quietly at that. Not even a smart little click.
My wardrobe is a walk in, with a chest of drawers in the middle and enough inner shelves I could pack all my stuff in there, including a bed and still have room to chill out and read a book. I am going to have fun filling it, or trying, imprinting myself onto this place. Just me. Pink, purples, goldsÂJes. Jes colours, with Jes decorations and the frames of the past that make me smile and run back to what IÂm drifting away from.
ThereÂs a decent sized desk, with drawers a... ]]> `poprocksandcharlotte I follow the Cheese, the Llama and the Delicious http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/26136460/ http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/26136460/ Thu, 23 Jul 2009 18:37:43 PDT

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Edit: Because of this [link] I'll do this.

Ten Things I I WILL say to people (and one more):

If we were in the same country, IÂd have your children.

Haylee:Just shutup, grow up and get over it. YouÂve dwelled and quite publicly at that, on how much you hate me, why you hate me and everything in between. Nobody cares anymore, save for those who pander to you. Yes, you broke up. Yes, itÂs partially my fault. No, not any amount of bitchiness is going to change what he wanted in the end. YouÂre a psycho; a grandstanding, overbearing, controlling tramp concerned only with aesthetics and what you think people should be opposed to what they are. Pro-tip for you honey, maybe if you didnÂt try to change them constantly, theyÂd stick around longer and you could HAVE your marriage and 2.5 children.

Becca: Thankyou, for always being there. For sitting at your workstation enquiring after my wellbeing when I was too stubborn to admit I needed help. I needed help. I need help. After talking to you, IÂm not drowning so much and some of the water has leaked out of my lungs onto the sand.

Jake:I donÂt know what it is you want from me? What do you want me to say? HavenÂt we already been over and over this? HavenÂt we fought enough? You canÂt say youÂve changed now, I changed long ago and you didnÂt care. I will always love you in some way, but itÂs too late. YouÂre too late. Find another woman to be that girl.

Darian:Your consistent self importance really grates on me at times. You throw your weight around like a pompous porpoise, deprecate people, belittle and disparage. Is it because youÂre sad inside or you genuinely like to see people question themselves and doubt their conceptualisation? YouÂre a coward who hides behind a screen name.

Alex:You broke me. But I know where the pieces go now, even the ones you stole all of those years ago; I might not be able to get them back again but IÂm figuring out ways to compensate.

Sal:YouÂre a conceited, elitist bitch. And no, not in the ÂgoodÂ way. ItÂs always about you, isnÂt it? If you had your own penis, youÂd probably lay awake sucking it at night.

Alexne day, IÂll look into your eyes and make you see what you did to me. And IÂll visit the same pain on you.

James:No, I donÂt sleep like a normal person. I mentioned that when I moved in. I have problems with sleeping but that doesnÂt make me a freak.

I hope I can say I love you, one day.

Amber, Jenene, Ali, Will:Thankyou, for everything youÂve given me.

Nine things about me:

My two favourite songs at the moment alternate between Time of your Life by Greenday and You Learn by Alanis Morisette. They give me hope and the courage to make the leaps I n... ]]> `poprocksandcharlotte Nobody said it was easy... http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/25823053/ http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/25823053/ Wed, 08 Jul 2009 17:33:21 PDT

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A lot has happened since the 21st of June 2009.

A Brief Overview

I moved to a town I hate, into a nice house, with people IÂve never met.

I broke up with my boyfriend of 6 years.

I went to Sydney, came from Sydney and wished I was in Sydney again.

I realised who my true friends are.

IÂm at a big Uni campus, with lots of people and little clue; IÂm in my 4th year and final semester, I feel like a n00b.

I have housemates that werenÂt originally my friends. Very nice ones at that. IÂve been doing yoga and Jimmy might teach me guitar; IÂve broken into his music library and nom nom nom.

I feel a little lonely, a little overwhelmed and very lost. Bu thatÂs to be expected, IÂm sure it will get better soon.

For these reasons I wonÂt be journaling properly for a while, I need to adjust.

Much
Jes

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]]> `poprocksandcharlotte Pandora's Box (Part 1 - Birthday Edition) http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/25432783/ http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/25432783/ Sat, 20 Jun 2009 10:48:27 PDT

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I very rarely journal these days. `ATrue pointed that fact out to me during one of my weekly polls; it stands to reason that I journal on a personal level even less.

So now, I'm opening Pandora's Box

PERSONAL STUFF

So what exactly are you saying?

I'm two days away from packing my life into boxes again, although, this time, I'm by myself and the boxes seem heavier. This weight has a marginal representation in the new book department and a globalised monopoly on my emotions and the tenuous strings of relationships that might break. I'm scattered, my thoughts strewn across a retrospective that is hard to track and keep a hold of, it shouldn't hurt but it does; I find myself wondering how I got here.

I'm moving to a place that I hate. But it's beautiful Â geographically - serene and lovely, a country township caught between mountain ranges and the shelf of a long extinct super volcano. I wonder if there is a metaphor in there somewhere. But again, the psychological geography of that place isn't shiny or brilliant Â it carries dark moments around on its back and the streets are littered tangles of memories. Shadows linger here and are never far away.

I don't know what books to take, if I'm taking furniture, if I'm coming back, if he wants me to. I don't know.

Crawl up inside for protection...

It's funny, when things are taking a U-turn and you're left without a clue or instance to the direction your mind has taken off in, one always seems to end up "home."
By this I mean the family home of your childhood; your old room, your old bed, staring at the same walls you melted into when you thought about kissing/touching/ possibly even fucking the first guy that you ever crushed over. Your door has been spectator to your anger; every passionate slam, every awkward knock and the welcome ones too, an apology or three and the last time you ever saw him. It supported your back as you barricaded yourself away from the world, served as a punching bag and a shield. It muffled words and obscured actions that would have hurt and still did, as you
pressed your ear against its paint and wished for silence. And then, there is the mirror.
Almost full length and wide, wide enough to capture a moment's vulnerability or your obsession with your body. Every night, the carpet would prickle your back as you sat up over and over again, as if it was telling you, you're being stupid. Stupidity and warnings aside, sweat prickling your shoulder blades, you'd stand in front of that mirror then and turn side to side, left to right, pose and measure just how fat you were. Or if your breasts had grown any and if you butt was bigger than your chest (good chance it was). If the results weren't agreeable, you'd do another one hundred or so reps, just because a bunch of insecure teenagers told you, you're fat or, you don't fit in, or you can't sit with us if you don't. The mirror was never cruel. You were just cruel to yourself and shouldered the words of others.

A room is a sanctuary that can pay testament to every moment of your life. It witnesses and records everything you'd rather forget, everything you can't leave behind and everything that makes you feel like you're home again.

Soon, I won't have that foundation. My parents are selling the house and going their separate ways Â this isn't a bad thing in itself, but I will mourn my room, the backbone of my childhood and the transitions that took place within those walls.

I slept there on Tuesday night. Maybe for the last time with exception to Sunday and Monday night. As I turn twenty three, I will look around my room and say goodbye to an innocence that was lost a long time ago to a man who abused it.

It's time to let go. Letting go is one of the hardest things in this world to do. Tell me that I can have it all...

It's my birthday this weekend; I'm twenty three on the twenty first, the winter solstice. Or the summer solstice, depending on what hemi... ]]> `poprocksandcharlotte Random Notes and My New Favourite Deviant Vote! http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/24822114/ http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/24822114/ Fri, 05 Jun 2009 17:00:01 PDT

I've been leaving it til the last minute to announce this. Please come alone to my QnA, being held in the Litplease chatroom, at 9 am Saturday EST US. Do your time conversions ladies and gentlemen and support this new fledgling room and me, as I make my QnA debut.

Jes is of the RANDOM

Well since IÂm bed ridden and not allowed to move from this room of four white walls and a ceiling fan, I thought I might write a more involving journal than usual.
Over the past month I have been cleaning out my dA note inbox for something random to do during my study breaks. It has seen the highest and lowest points of my time as the poprocking crit slave and I enjoyed the trip down memory lane immensely. I have decided to share a summary of what I found:

STATS

Most noted female: `Beccalicious, with 63 notes sent straight to her lovely profile at one time or another.

Most noted male: `fleet21, with 49 notes buzzing his inbox with thrilling subject lines as ÂBoredÂ Âno subjectÂ and ÂThe late note of latington.Â

Critique Requests: 46 Â All those people who say that deviants donÂt want critique, well explain that, hmm?

ÂWhat the fuck happened to damnLitÂ notes: 17

ÂCongrats on becoming a seniorÂ notes: 5

ÂYou donÂt deserve to be a seniorÂ notes: 2

Bitch-fight notes: 27

Competitions: 12

Community based: 58

Notes of an undisclosed nature: 46

Total notes before I deleted the majority: 325

DRAMA LlAMA
My inbox has seen a fair bit of drama; from bitch fights, bar fights, chat wars, debates about verbatim, chat closures, accusations pertaining to over reactions on part of a very silly person and just plain rantifying. This isnÂt terribly shocking, considering my somehow high socio-political profile in the chat network over the past couple years and all around literary involvement; I have the tendency to go to bat for friends even when IÂm not originally involved. Call it blind loyalty.

Highlights:

damnLit: Can I just begin by saying how much I miss this room? I might be biased (quite possibly in point of fact) but damnLit was the best thing to hit the LitChat channel since #coffeehouse was operating. It worked so well and seamlessly, I didnÂt have to often moderate and there were always people having a good time and talking literature on a critical and enjoyable level. I miss you damnLit, reading over all those what the hell happened notes really brought it back to me and my proverbial tear ducts.

Seniority: To the couple people who noted me to say how much I didnÂt deserve a tick next to my name, thanks for putting so much thought into it, really. It gives me the greatest sense of amusement that people would care THAT much.
Everybody enjoy that? Goodo.

Newest Featured Deviant Superstar of Awesomeness:

=bekkia: For a while IÂve noticed this name pop up and snap back into obscurity just as quickly, either on the competition circuit or the journals of friends. It wasnÂt until a couple of days ago that I engaged her dA user page for some quality pondering and skimming (I do not read unless I mean to critique --- compulsions are hard to ignore even when IÂm trying to enjoy myself). Well, I almost kicked myself. If you havenÂt already been, seen and added, I demand you do so now. I donÂt ask very much from you guys (besides that you note me your souls for my casual feasting) but I really do think that =bekkia is an ideal addition to your watchlist. And if youÂre going to comment on her work, please donÂt leave comments akin to:

OMG, Lyk ur wrtng is sooo AWESum, u rock!

With good spelling or bad, if you do, there will be hell to pay.

Competitions and Articles by =bekkia:

Thing you absolutely have to do, and frankly, you have no excuse not to!

Can you tell a story? Do you think you have what it takes to wow the (insert article of c... ]]> `poprocksandcharlotte Poprocks 2.0 http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/24602680/ http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/24602680/ Fri, 15 May 2009 02:35:28 PDT

Well, that was bracing...

And I want to go back I had a fantastic time. Now that I'm back, it's head first into all my assignments and to lesser extent critiques. I've been talking to students services about my impending relocation to Lismore, to live on campus. Big Fun (not).

One of my short pieces has also been picked up by ^fllnthblnk's pet project of awesomeness, The Clearfield Review. Both Amber and Will are always on the look out for uber prose and poetry, so why not go and give this article some well deserved love [link]

I've got some exciting plans myself, so stay tuned.

Jes

A brief Hoo Rar!

For the next four days I won't have internet access, as I am going to a five star resort with my two best friends for an insane amount of partying, drinking, dancing and supposed debauchery. All those with my mobile number (which is only a very few of you), you know how to reach me.

Jes, Mistress of the Dancefloor.

xo

Chatroom Retirement. Forum Resurgence. It Never Felt so God Damn Good!

IÂm here because...

In the past few weeks, I have wiped my page and slowly built it back up again as I assessed my reasons for being on dA. And they are quite simple now.
I am here to provide critique and to participate in the Lit/Politics Forums. I am also whoring my page out to Lit-Twitter, because I kind of believe that you people donÂt want to be bored by my constant and nonsensical tweets. Also, I believe that the little blue bird does a fantastic job and deserves some of my page space.
Simple, direct.

Retirement... (Mostly)

I have come to the (slow)realisation that chatrooms are just a constant cock sucking circle jerk that serve the purpose of allowing pseudo intellectuals air time to voice their many gripes with the world, lit and each other. And thatÂs all there is to it, really.

Good writing/critique time was getting sucked into a vacuum that was and is dAmn. Not that it doesnÂt have its uses, but IÂve decided after a few years of randomness, good times, bad times and just plain frustrating times, IÂm retiring my chat hat and reverting back to my forum based status. As the politics folks have seen (eh, *Eman333, bloody bigot ). I may still pop into #seniors, because itÂs all pretty general in there. And maybe sometimes getLit. You know, if I feel like a stir.

Gallery...
Has been totally deleted (I should say, stored) as I intend to build a new gallery over the course of however long I stay on dA. A blank slate is always a good way to start and most of the writing displayed was starting to get dated. So new stuff, hopefully

Crit List...

IÂve started to compile a list of deviations from the ÂCritiqueableÂ range (is that even a word?!) and lodged them in my bookmarks. Hopefully bulleting them in these journals will be enough motivation to make good on my half arsed vow.

Key = Crit to do Crit Done

Psychosis: Prologue by, *StolenWater
Grief Withdraws, Anger Suffers, by =julietcaesar
http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/24307485/ Sat, 18 Apr 2009 12:17:01 PDT
]]> `poprocksandcharlotte Baby, I'm back! (Actual Journal opposed not). http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/24237767/ http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/24237767/ Tue, 14 Apr 2009 12:09:39 PDT
My Gallery

Watch Me

On the Rocks

After weeks (7.5) of technological isolation, I have returned to the cyberspace vacuum to once again wreak havoc on the dA world in my own, very special way. A couple of years ago, that might have meant stirring up some trouble, a little niggling, maybe becoming embroiled in the latest dA drama but thatÂs all done now. My special way, is restricted to what you submit to dA in term of literature and more specifically, prose. You see, I am embroiled in what we call academic hell and my frustration needs an outlet now I donÂt have any Thai Kickboxing; so, hello Lit Critique at least a couple times a week, maybe a whole lashing of six or seven.

My Point? Your gallery is my playground.

What was it like to be without internet?

Torturous, long-winded and complicated. Since I Âfound outÂ that I was relocating to the GC proper, I opted for the external University stream. An external University stream is very much internet based, it was a case of damned if I didnÂt and even more damned if I did, so my internet visits were sporadic at best, explaining my lack of activity and current high stress levels.

I donÂt know if IÂve changed or if IÂm suffering from a high amount of exhaustion.

Things that used to get me angry, make me snap, donÂt seem to matter much anymore; people always talk, they always have these stupid little theories and their stupid petty jokes, they hold grudges and bully people, spread rumours or snark their lives away in order to bring them to a happy place that is really just so empty. Classic power mentality that I am purely sick of; this is deviantArt, an online community for artists. If you need a punching bag, piss off and go to a gym and stop inflating yourself worth by destroying somebody elseÂs or posturing yourself as more Âworthy.Â

Yeah go on, have a laugh about this passage, bitch and carry on, youÂre still an idiot.

Another turning point...

Life seems to be full of them. This time next year IÂll be in the throes of my Masters degree, IÂve been looking at different Universities and there are many doors open to me. The notion is frightening, to have all these choices and the fear of making the wrong one, taking the wrong steps but IÂm strangely exhilarated by the prospect of the end of my academic career at this stage of my life. IÂll have my MA before IÂm 25 and that tickles me some.

I applied for a couple scholarships for next semester today, hopefully theyÂll come into some kind of fruition.

I do write...

I just donÂt post it. IÂve been told by my professors that I am not permitted to post any of material on the internet before the conclusion of semester, so I cannot show you what IÂm working on. I am polishing up a story board for a project called Coffeehouse that I hope will turn into a YA novel one day. There are so many items that I want to post but I am unable to, I apologise really, I do. I did get the results for a submission piece this afternoon and I can report a grand result. Hopefully youÂll see the end product at some point.
Also, if youÂre going through my gallery and youÂre somewhat familiar with the scenery, IÂve unearthed two pieces from storage due to their hilarity and fun nature. I really enjoyed writing them, so thereÂs no reason why they shouldnÂt be on display.

Upstairs... http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/24141140/ Thu, 09 Apr 2009 04:49:21 PDT

IÂm back.

Yes, I have returned and everything is switched on and rearing to go.
But please be patient with me as I canÂt do everything at once and will try to get on top of things as soon as possible.

Jes

]]> `poprocksandcharlotte Don't know when I'll be back http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/24085305/ http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/24085305/ Sun, 05 Apr 2009 23:06:33 PDT
I miss you guys. Quite bluntly, I do.

Phill, I quite honestly you for trying to keep up my small business while completing a PhD and fending off sickness. I know it's not smooth sailing at the moment, and there are factions who are unhappy that TR hasn't been able to keep its commitments, but that's reality. You're not superman and I can't jack into the net more than once a week for around twenty minutes doing Uni stuff. While it sucks, we can't do much more. Cheers mate, I'd send you a bottle of something if Australia Post wasn't such a fucking rip off.

Will, I'm sure you're doing wonderfully my favourite cheese monster.

Things are changing I see, odd. I feel detached from it all. Like these moments spent online are surreal.

Want to be back soon. Hope to be back soon.

Much love,

Jes

]]> `poprocksandcharlotte Gone http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/23566035/ http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/23566035/ Fri, 06 Mar 2009 22:55:00 PST
Thankyou for all of your comments.

]]> `poprocksandcharlotte I am who I am, and all I want is freedom :) http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/23283560/ http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/23283560/ Thu, 19 Feb 2009 05:35:37 PST
The time has come for me to say goodbye for three or more weeks. I am moving house tomorrow, and I will not have a connection for a while. That said, I assure you that I will be back.

=Trashrock is being left in the very capable hands of `apocathary.

I will miss you all.

]]> `poprocksandcharlotte The Victorian Inferno http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/23115450/ http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/23115450/ Tue, 10 Feb 2009 05:49:57 PST Notice:

I promised at the start of this month, that I would start and finish haikuwrimo. Unfortunately, I cannot commit to it.

I cannot commit to anything, as fire rips through Victoria and leaves the dead in its wake. I wonÂt say anything else, any articulation on my part wonÂt be able to communicate my feelings clearly at this time.

I will probably write a longer journal later, when the haze clears.

Please, if you have anything to donate, do so at the following site: [link]

If you are an Australian citizen, please consider giving blood, as one donation can potentially save or assist three people at least, these people need our help and we all have veins.
[link]

Please, place these people in your thoughts; the victims, their families and friends, the volunteers (some of who just watched their own houses burn down and lost their families), the firemen and everybody else.

Forever will we be Australian.

Lest we forget.

]]> `poprocksandcharlotte Shalom 09 http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/22901594/ http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/22901594/ Fri, 30 Jan 2009 10:09:14 PST My world's on fire, how about yours?

dA Stuff!

Seniorship

IÂve had this tick for a while now, but only recently have I begun to truly think about what it represents. Obviously, different people have divergent interpretations on what it means to be ticked as a senior member of this online artists community, which is all good and fine, I donÂt begrudge anybody their thoughts and opinions.

I have come to see this little character beside my online pseudonym as a symbol of responsibility. It makes me accountable for my actions, my comments and the representation of my peers in the public forum. A senior member is a member who has obviously done something for this community or contributed in some way, whether it be artistically or critically, but I wonder why we should stop there when we have the potential to change dA literature for the better. By assuming senior positions, weÂre adopting loose leadership roles for the general lit community and the dA collective at large, we lead by example and the attitude we perpetuate does garner attention. Like it or not, we have leadership roles in this community, people watch how we behave and respond, constructing opinions of position and such. If we continue to bitch, moan, cry and whinge, the lit population will continue to do the same thing. Do you want things to change? Well, be the change. Think about the implications of what you say, before you post it.

Lately, a chasm has been deepened in the land of the chatscape, between two chats which I will not name. If you have been involved in the dArama, you already know all about it, and if you havenÂt, thank whatever fuzzy God(s) you have that you didnÂt lose any brain cells. I firmly believe, with the right attitude and a sense of unified cohesion, that we as senior lit members can do something to rectify this seeming sibling rivalry.

So this is my 09 Senior Mission (Yes, I laughed too when I even thought of that concept, let alone read it but stay with me momentarily):

Lead by Example.

Community Accessibility and Responsibility.

Conflict resolution.

Three central devices to any good management structure, even if we are on the lowest echelons; our standing is no excuse, $Moonbeam13 and $chix0r have better things to do than sort out the tangled disaster that is daLit. Admittedly, itÂll never be perfect, there will always be petty rivalries and chatroom shenanigans, this is an accepted fact of the internet and social interaction. But hell, we may as well do something with these ticks besides enjoying our private forums, free CSS and other perks...We all came here for different reasons, why not create part of our own reason to stay? AmIrite?

FallenRox

I was never close with the Rox, nor do I have any exclusive interactions with her. I wonÂt say much because I do not want to perpetuate any drama, but I canÂt let it go without a mention. From the information provided, the situation seems unethical, unfair and apparently a complete surprise. Please, go over to her page and lend her your support; by that, I donÂt mean go over to her page and open tabs to numerous dollar signs and abuse them. ThatÂs not support, it doesnÂt help and any words that deserve to be given, should come from Rox herself. By support, I mean acknowledge all sheÂs done for this community and dAFilm, as without her, it wouldnÂt exist and this site would be considerably poorer for it.

An Honourable Mention

I would like to thank the judges of the Future of the Holidays contest publicly, as they served my unfinished story, HRM, with an honourable mention. Due to time constraints and a grand amount of emotional stress, I wasnÂt able to complete the tale of Bosco and Co. But I hope to very soon, for Ali, if not myself.

I would like to thank our three beautiful Lit GMÂs, ^StJoan, ^lovetodevia... ]]> `poprocksandcharlotte This Christmas... http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/22203992/ http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/22203992/ Fri, 26 Dec 2008 05:09:03 PST

My world's on fire, how about yours?

Christmas means different things to different people; some celebrate the religious ÂsignificanceÂ (never mind the evidence that supports the fact that Jesus, if he existed, was born sometime around June/July) of the event or the consumerism of it, the opportunity to shop for other people and for their own selves without feeling guilty etc. IÂve always loved this time of the year, despite my religious aversions. The lights, the splendor, the happy children, the stress, the bustle and the energy that gets pushed through the doors of every shopping mall; I love every moment despite how much I bitch about the overt slavery of my job on days like Christmas Eve. It was chaotic, so many people trying to do the same things or find the perfect turkey and the nicest ham. Parents pulling their hair out, children pulling their parents full stop, this way, that way and over here.

I suppose what I love is activity, energy, that in such a world that we can all celebrate a common holiday, no matter how great or little its significance. It can be said better than what IÂm about to quote, more poetically, more articulately, but thatÂs not what IÂm going for. There is no passion in perfection other than perfection itself and well, after a few days of learning that itÂs okay to colour outside the lines of a dinosaur stenciled into a book, I think we all need to learn that itÂs okay not to be perfect.

Zack Addy: Christmas is going home to Michigan and heading out into the woods with your brothers to cut down a twelve foot Christmas tree and you all decorate it together - brothers, sisters, nieces, and nephews. Forty people who all love you and are happy to see you. That my friend is the true meaning of Christmas.

Bones Â The Man in the Fallout Shelter (Season 1).

Okay, so I donÂt live in Michigan, I have never been to Michigan, let alone the US. I donÂt cut down my own Christmas tree and nor would I, for fear of the rangers. But the message is the same really, family who love you and are happy to see you, no matter what. Before Monday, I hadnÂt seen my brother Nick, for two years. The last time, we had a screaming match and I swore a lot. But this time, we didnÂt yell at each other once, we bonded over dystopian noir and classic literature. We even played cricket with one of my other brothers and his fiancÃ©. We sung faux falsetto to Carols by Candlelight as we had a drink together, made crude jokes and I got to know my sister in law just a little bit more. We hugged.

I learnt what it meant to be an Aunt. I was a dinosaur for over twenty four hours, I ran around in circles around a clothesline, I played soccer outside for the first time in ages and I caught the ball on full, declaring my brother out. I didnÂt even get to read a chapter of any of my new books or write anything, as I intended to. And I donÂt care. I made caves for little people out of lounge cushions and mattresses, roared and made a fantastic train station out of spare parts of lego. Complete with lights,platforms and seats. Thereby becoming a legend to my nephew.

Lunch was wrought with laughter, random conversation and wine tasting; I have higher expectations which will do my bank balance little to any favours. I watched my Nan eat Christmas Lunch as mush, blended together in a food processor and felt sad, because she wasnÂt there as I knew her and never will be again.

There are seriously not enough words to describe this Christmas or maybe I donÂt want there to be, but two days have changed everything and I canÂt walk away from that.

There is still beauty in this world. I had lost faith in it a long time ago.

"I don't care what you believe in, just believe in it. "

Journal CSS by =Miamoto and *ginkgografix. They rock.

That's the way I like it, and I'll never get bored. ]]> `poprocksandcharlotte Updates and Lit Dates http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/22056373/ http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/22056373/ Thu, 18 Dec 2008 20:02:45 PST

My world's on fire, how about yours?

My Life

Nephews

Yesterday, I had the pleasure of hanging out with my nephews, Rye and Lachie. Rye is a little trooper at four, insisting that he MUST push the stroller in order to protect his younger brother; he is a dominant little bugger, endearing but tiring. While Suzie (my sister in law) and my Mum convinced Master Rye to try on sandals so that he could go to the beach, I took charge of the one year old and ran around the department store, to keep him from fussing.

I have to admit, it was fun. Despite the dirty looks I got from my fellow Christmas shoppers; I think I missed the memo that department stores are the new libraries, no talking and no vrooming sounds. Well, I couldnÂt help myself, we were in the V8 supercar challenge and no kin of mine was going to lose the championship. In fifteen minutes, we did a couple laps around the kidÂs clothes, toys, DVDÂs, menÂs clothes, shoes and baby supplies. It was a twisty course but Lachie persevered and was declared the best brother ever, by a fidgety four year old, who was over shoe shopping.

In the food court, as I munched on a salad from Sumo Salad (best place ever), Master Rye endeavoured to name all the dinosaurs on his shirt, giving me examples of the sounds they make. It came to the time for me to go to Kickboxing, much to RyeÂs dismay.

ÂWhere are you going?Â He asked, his face quite crestfallen.

ÂIÂll see you later, little man.Â

It was one of those awwwh moments. I havenÂt seen Rye for two years, so IÂm surprised he even remembers me as the one who pushed him around his house in his plastic car, but he seems to recall that I am indeed, somebody, if not the car pusher of doom.

Thai Kickboxing

After only just over a month of the Thai Kickboxing mat, I have faced and conquered my first grading, much to the surprise of some of my fellow kickboxers. It is generally accepted that a person is only given a new grade when they have spent two months and change in a rank, but I have progressed rather quickly. My success was ensured by a perfect Spirit combo and Roundhouse combo, as I have already passed the fitness test. I have two weeks off now, in which IÂll keep training at home, to keep up with the regime enforced during classes.

Academia

I have been granted the opportunity to clear five units in semester one of 09, and six units in semester two of 09, due to my solid academic record and commitment to the student body. Which means IÂll be finished my degree in October, instead of December. I received the email of approval from the Pro Vice Chancellor and my Head of School yesterday. I am incredibly happy and I look forward to an insane amount of work, come the start of the academic year on January 26th.

Melbourne

Due to my assumed early completion, I will be saving up for the move to Melbourne, at yearÂs end. I donÂt know where this will leave my relationship, but I can either be a dreamer who sits idly by or I can be a dreamer who runs after she wants. I can only be what I am; no more, no less.

Litmas

`poprocksandcharlotte Giving thanks, Mumbai and Pimpage!! http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/21709371/ http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/21709371/ Fri, 05 Dec 2008 05:36:32 PST My world's on fire, how about yours?

Okay, so I barely ever fall into self promotion, but screw it I say.

Trashrock are now accepting pieces for their December submission round, find details
here:
[link]

Volume 3 of The LitRock Review has been released here:

[link]

(Apologies for the screwy format, I plan to fix it up when I get the time. It is still fully functional and entirely readable).

Whore Space - The space where I whore out your contests, articles and such! All you need to do is ask!

My good friend, =Talescaper would like to bring the following competition to the attention of any Dutch watchers on my watch list. [link]

*Taken from Article*
Registration for the Dutch art contest "Het Vierkante Ei" has started this week. Until January 31st, amateur artists can submit one work to the competition. Selected works are displayed in museums throughout the country in places like Kunsthal (Hall of Arts) in Rotterdam, Centraal Museum in Utrecht and four other large venues.

Thanksgiving and Mumbai

In America, it is around the time of Thanksgiving; now I donÂt really know the intricate details of what the holiday represents other than thanks and the deliverance of the puritans by the Indians after a particularly nasty winter season. I also assume that it originates from the traditional harvest festivals to celebrate a plentiful haul and the love of family.

As an Australian, I probably shouldnÂt even be doing this, in fact, one of my elder brothers would be aghast that I am subscribing to an American tenant. But my brother, on occasion, is a fool. Not only because harvest festivals have been celebrated across the world in numerous ways, but because he is a fool

I am thankful for the release of the hostages in Mumbai. I am thankful that people found the strength to tie sheets and towels together and escape into the chaotic streets, where they were still targets. I am thankful that they found safety, even if that safety is tenuous. I am thankful that everybody came together and helped others; true bravery is being scared shitless and deciding to act anyway. We give soldiers medals, decorate them, make them feel fantastic but usually forget the normal citizens of the world. Their actions may be noted in brief, but journalists donÂt take the time to learn their names unless the selfless souls are countrymen and it would make a grand interest story. I am thankful people do it anyway.

And I am thankful that there are still good, courageous people to balance out the cowards responsible for this, and every terrorist attack. These people are believers, they believe in what they are doing so much that they will take your human rights and strap them to a grenade. They are not evil, but they do some questionable things in the name of a religion that does not and never will sanction its activities. They do not follow any religion other than the ideology of hatred.

To any fundamentalist Christians out there, I have noticed on the politics forums you have been making long winded statements about the evils of Muslims and Islam. So if youÂre reading this, IÂll say the following; to insult Islam is to insult your own religion and Judaism. To say all terrorists are Muslim is ignoring the social state of your own countries; terrorists exist in every race, creed and ethnicity. Some of the worst modern terrorists have been white middle class individuals.

Furthermore, I donÂt understand why the world stage has only now finally sat up and taken notice of the terrorism in India. No, thatÂs not true, I understand why. I just donÂt like it.

Are we really such a self interested lot, as an international collective, that it takes the inclusion of (insert countryÂs name here) casualties to spike our interests? I understand that it deals with the news values of proximity and human interest , the media units need to take care of the interests of their investors and report on what will b... ]]> `poprocksandcharlotte Devious Journal Entry http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/21401179/ http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/21401179/ Sun, 09 Nov 2008 08:40:00 PST
ItÂs been a fair whack of time since I did a journal on anything but features or lit news and such; with the possible exception of my unfinished music festival hype up.

Uni

For those of you who donÂt know, I completed my third year of University on Friday, at precisely two oÂclock in the afternoon as I punched in my last assignment. ItÂs not my final year, I have one more to pass before I don the silk robes of a graduate and spend most of the day avoiding a snap happy mother and the congratulations of professors who have sampled the fine pinot. I can wait for that day. Three years have passed so quickly and I have changed irrevocably. I am no longer filled with half realised ambitions or pipe dreams of greatness. I am not great, I will never be great. The only thing I shall ever be considered as great in is my professional customer service manner and talent for spotting underagers before they try to scam cigarettes.
So this begs the question, where is my niche? Where do I fit in, if I fit in at all? Am I destined to spend my life on the fringes of near failure, of uncertainty or lack of self identity? My success as a student is by no means any measurement of real world potential. I am plagued by half fears and anxieties.
I am the youngest in my family, I have three older, relatively successful brothers. I donÂt want to be their running punch line for the rest of my life.

Children

There is pressure being extended from a certain camp, for me to find myself pregnant. Let me make this very clear, I would rather die. ThatÂs rather harsh I know, and I mean no disrespect to anybody who wants children or has children; in fact, I do want children when IÂm thirty with some semblance of stability. But right now?
It would be the end of any dreams that still remain in my heart.
I am being pressed into active maternal service by my future in-law, who has reasons of her own to do such pressing (which does not excuse the emotional blackmail at all). ItÂs depressing, sickening and incredibly selfish of her to demand anything of my body, let alone a child when IÂve only just broached adulthood myself.
I feel so worn down by her, I donÂt know what to do, or what to say...ItÂs not as if somebody can deposit a 20 cent coin in my slot, coated in sperm and out pops an infant, to borrow from the Friends metaphor just used by Becs.

Sleep

I think itÂs become obvious to those who know of me, in a general sense, that I donÂt get a lot of sleep. This is problematic on a variety of levels and becomes a little debilitating in terms of patience and tact. I guess I can attribute some of the migraines I get to the lack of sleep. But IÂve always been one of those people who have a natural aversion to it, ever since I was six months old apparently.
Sleep. Need.Nomnom.

Obama

I canÂt say I wasnÂt happy when Obama won the American election. But I wonÂt say anymore than that. If you know me on a political level, you already understand and know my views (hola my poli forum crew).

And that is my raa-raa for the day. Expect more later.

Jes

Get this css here

. ]]> `poprocksandcharlotte I can has journal now? http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/21331552/ http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/21331552/ Tue, 04 Nov 2008 23:50:25 PST
So itÂs been a while...
I know, I know, but I only have one more assignment left, due on Friday and then, IÂm totally free. With the exception of NaNo, my job and other commitments that surface in real life and on the internet.

So this is my schedule for the coming weeks:

Finish my final philosophy essay.

Submit a news article advertising the next round of Trashrock. Due to the delayed nature of the latest LitRock Review and such, I will make the new news article today, if all goes to plan. WeÂve already got a number of submissions, which is awesome! Plus interviews and features for the next issue, as well as the critiques.

Finally get out that news article for *dAFoodies. I feel very bad for the long wait this club has endured, because IÂve been so swamped, IÂd like to thank =yanni-must-die and all of the members of dAFoodies for hanging out this long. I totally appreciate your patience.

Keep up with my NaNo, although, I donÂt really have a plan at this time. I think if I push myself to write at certain point of the day, I wonÂt be true to myself creatively. If it ebbs and flows, it ebbs and flows; IÂm not in it to win it, IÂm in it for the experience.

IÂm feeling a little run down at the moment, the circles under my eyes are dark and guilty, tired from the past few weeks spent in front of a computer screen. And it looks like, itÂll be more of the same until I get everything done.

Jes

Get this css here

. ]]> `poprocksandcharlotte Devious Journal Entry http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/21059059/ http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/21059059/ Sun, 19 Oct 2008 07:47:36 PDT
I don't have time for journals at the moment, so this is a journal to tell you, that I don't have time for journals, okay?

I won't be posting another journal until Mid November.

Is that okay?

Awesome.

*Is in end of Uni year, mode*

Get this css here

. ]]> `poprocksandcharlotte Music Tangents http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/20886216/ http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/20886216/ Wed, 08 Oct 2008 08:12:15 PDT

Everybody, Rip it Up!!!

Well not really, I just thought it was a catchy subtitle to introduce one of my boring tangents about who knows what.

I think I remember a slight promise to post a journal every week or so; well, that didnÂt happen, IÂm not the regular blogging type. Not even for promotions. I have no charity walks to report, no bids to make, nothing incredibly special to say.
What I do have, however, is an impending musical festival

Sounds of Spring is a relatively new festival in the scheme of Homebake, The Big Day Out, Splendor in the Grass, and Vans Warped Tour etc that GCoastians, Brisbanites and Shire Champs have to look forward to in their spring/summer musical retinue.
Look, I know youÂre all thinking so what? How boring? And such, but to me, festival season is the start of freedom.

It marks the end of University (in around a month) for the year and the start of days spent on the beach, sizzling with my friends and licking tomato sauce off the tips of my fingers. ItÂs a time of travel (New Zealand and Melbourne for me this year) and exploration; a time to dance without worrying about the next assignment, getting in at 3am to a snoring boyfriend and a loud television. ItÂs cocktails and tequila, bonfires and waves. ItÂs about writing, not for Uni, but for myself; that, in itself, is a miracle these days. The smell of Frangipani, the juice of mulberries and the leaves of the eucalypt that gently brush the tin roof; itÂs kissing the sand with hesitant feet before pelting down to the water and throwing myself into the ocean.

ItÂs the long sparklingly days that turn the soles of my feet to hardened calluses and the dripping hours of night. ItÂs the thrum of summer in us all.
I love it; every fleck of peeling skin, the melted rainbow ice cream on my forearms and fishing on the Tweed River. Well, I sunbathe, the man fishes or pretends to.

Prisoner of Festivals!

ToiletsÂ

There is something especially profound about lining up for an hour at the ladies dunnies (toilets, for those who canÂt understand Australian/British) next to a skin slinging display of a tattoo parlour. ItÂs funny, when you make friends with that person over the course of 60 minutes, finding no common ground other than the bands you both want to see, the abysmal lack of facilities (although, to be fair, BDOÂs do their best to provide substantial amenities) and the subtle fear that the toilet paper will be all over the a)floor b)roof c)walls or d)all of the above. There is a common sense of camaraderie in toilet paper, you donÂt give it much thought in everyday life, itÂs a given; when one is faced with the disposal of three Dagwood Dogs and a kaleidoscope of seriously alcoholic Fruit Tingles/CosmoÂs/ Harvey Wallbangers/Mogohitoes/Vodka and Red BullÂs that are rupturing your intestines, it becomes a desired commodity. The person who has some, becomes your new bestie and if you have it, your progress up the line is guaranteed by the distribution of a few squares per tactical move.

Once youÂve passed the bimbo, fangirl types who communicate in a series of high pitched mono-syllabic words, youÂre making progress. The smell creeps up your nostrils and into the back of your throat, threatening another kind of tingling sensation that has everything to do with the rising bile, left over from your fourth vodka and red bull. Keep in mind, this is much later in the day, when the drunken upchuck has been surrendered to many a bowl, hitting the sanitary bins/tiles/feet of the person in the next stall, instead. *Grimace*

Stall selection is key. Suss out your options by letting a few people go before you, to check out the condition of the floor, seat and walls. Pick the most appealing. Walk past the rubber machine with the dancing penis and vagina. Ignore the needle bin. DonÂt look in the mirror, this isnÂt a fashion show. Pick your stall, move quickly and lock it properly. Ignore complaints of other women, act as if youÂre in Korea and spit out an indignant Nei if they go so far as to knock. (Nei translates as yes, in Korean. Said in the right tone, itÂs effective). Stay as long as needed, you waited an hour.
After, donÂt spend much time at the mirror, drunken aggro skanks are attracted to mirrorflies; if you donÂt want a fight, avoid the mirrors and eye contact after 9pm.

Getting into the D-Barrier (at the BDO)Â

Okay, this process depends entirely on the type of bands that are playing on the main stages. Getting into Mudvayne was by far the most aggressive and potentially dangerous situation I have been in, regarding this process. Imagine a 5ft 1 youn... ]]> `poprocksandcharlotte Ticks and Tags, Gifts and Gags. http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/20562467/ http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/20562467/ Fri, 19 Sep 2008 02:32:00 PDT
Remember that Epilogue? Well, forget about it.

For anybody who doesnÂt know, my dA circumstances have changed, and I feel that I can no longer claim an epilogue and still be deserving of the character designation beside my name.

Lit Ticks!

I would like to take this opportunity to congratulate my fellow

Lit Ticks:

`Amberlouie (Amber =

)
`PunknEra (Jessica. WeÂre an affluent race, apparently).
`Laurence55 (Laurence.Nice guy, by all reports).
`GaioumonBatou (Trev. Kudos).

For a full list for this round senior noobs, click the following link and bask in the radiance that is $chix0rÂs journalistic commentary [link]

Soppy, emotional crap!

I would also like to acknowledge all of those deviants who have been there for me, creatively, emotionally, humourously and all of those other fun things. You guys kept me from giving up and helped me to understand, it doesnÂt matter what anybody says on here, just do your best and stand by your own integrity. I have met some truly awesome people. You know who you are.

Thanks to those who nominated me for this, and to those who may or may not have rejected the motion; everybody has their reasons and I totally respect the right to have a position, no personal feelings or any such thing.

A personal thank you to `Amberlouie for being everything that she is and more. Life would be considerably poorer if it were not for you, and nobody would understand my creative process. YouÂre the saurisaur.

^StJoan, confidante, friend, cheerleader, business partner, idea blackboard, political maestro...YouÂre so many things to so many people, but to me, youÂre Ali Â and that is complex enough as it is.

*SpokenAubade, :devSmokingMirrors: *PopsicleParticles =bewareofthesnowman and a billion others =

love, pure and simple.

^LadyLincoln I have to give you props, youÂre a supportive friend, a lovely person to converse with and bounce ideas off and you deal with the crap that comes your way with more grace than those who give it to you in the first place. You really are a lady.

DonÂt change. But ask for help if you need it

So, are you back?

I suppose so. I will not be submitting much, if at all, thatÂs just a basic fact that isnÂt changing. I will TRY and do some WordSpills, generally because I think itÂs the best Lit related thing since paperback bindings and TR.

Belated Features

Upon rifling through my notes, I discovered I owe a few people a journal feature for their participation and success in Play Writing contest Â epilogue or none- I feel bad. So here is a shiny belated feature totally in their honour:

ONE ACT PLAY CONTEST WINNARRRS!

The Champ: Welcome Home,by :devfrozenspiritI:

The Secondary Champ: Names on The Ground , by =psychol-bob

The Bronzey Champ: by Acts pt i by *http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/20075459/ Thu, 21 Aug 2008 09:59:07 PDT
Tagged by a Popsicle.

Rules of the game:

- Choose a singer/band/group
- Answer using only titles of songs by that singer/band/group

Wolfmother, because it's fun.

1. Are you male or female? -- Woman.
2. Describe yourself. -- Where Eagles have been.
3. What do people feel when they're around you? Witchcraft
4. How would you describe your previous relationship? Tales From the Forest of Gnomes.
5. Describe your current relationship. -- Colossal
6. Where would you want to be now? -- Mind's Eye
7. How do you feel about love? -- Dimension
8. What's your life like? -- White Unicorn
9. What would you ask for if you had only one wish? -- Vagabound
10. Say something wise. -- Joker and the Thief.

]]> `poprocksandcharlotte Notice http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/19711053/ http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/19711053/ Fri, 01 Aug 2008 02:06:11 PDT So youÂll noticeÂ

I took down most of my deviation gallery. Why?

I have no idea. Well I do, and I will not be informing you of the inÂs and outÂs. Not that most of you on my watchlist actually care too much, so no harm, no foul I suppose.

YouÂll also noticeÂ

I have nothing else to say.

]]> `poprocksandcharlotte Marketing and Evil http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/19532568/ http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/19532568/ Tue, 22 Jul 2008 07:54:01 PDT
Short time in between journal entries compared to my usual efforts of strike-and-go-into-hiding. But I feel that the subjects that are to be discussed herein are worthy a break from tradition.

Advertising!!!

getLit needs you!
How very gimmicky of me :/ But it does. If you think you have what it takes to add to the moderation dynamic of LitÂs newest chattery superstar, please, send in an application today. This is an opportunity for those of you who often have a lot of things to say about the literary community to step up and make a difference, challenge yourself to be a leader and a team player all in one packaged role.
[link]
Be the change instead of complaining about lack thereof. Follow the above link and make the application today.

A few of you may be asking, but Jes, why donÂt you apply?
Well boy, girls and aliens, I simply donÂt feel up to the task at the present moment. Nor do I desire any position that would limit my belligerence. Not that IÂm a ÂhardÂ person by any standard but at times I can be a bit of a diplomatic head ache. ThatÂs just me. On the opposite side of the coin, I am hesitant to get involved in chat hierarchy as some of you know, and my reasons for that are both true and valid. I may decide to change my mind in the future, if the good people will have me, but from this point, I am happy to be their enthusiastic cheerleader and focus on things such as TR and Uni.

LitGDonCall
I donÂt know if you guys got the memo, or if Bill, Ali and co have advertised this room, but there is a little corner of the chatscape called LitGDonCall. It is where you bring your questions, concerns, bits and bobs to the Lit admin and a series of Helpers.
Please, for the love of (enter religious entity here) check this place out. ItÂs a great little room and concept.

Qutoed verbatim from getLit Âs journal (found here:

[link])

Â#Lit GD On-Call is a room where members who have specific questions or concerns can go to discuss these concerns, in real-time, with an available Lit GD. The Lit GDs have control of this room and answer to each other (and AR), but *getLIT will field any complaints about #LitGDonCall that members have, as someone needs to keep those guys in check! (Not that we anticipate any problems...) Please make use of this room or feel free to send people to us. I know there's not always someone there, but I am going to try to be around more, and I know the other Lit GDs are going to try to be, too.Â

AND, I think, perhaps, they are also looking for Helpers, for more information, check out the journal link.
Special thanks to Bill and co for setting such an ingenious little room up.

NEWS
So do, you think you have what it takes to write a coherent news story?

Have you always wanted to try?

Or do you not know what youÂre doing but, boy skippy, youÂre willing to buck up on that wheel and give it a shot?

Well by all means head on over to the latest installment of Non-fiction month:
A Nose for the News

Past sections include:
Writing Reviews on dA
Epic Battle: The Editorial VS The Rant
WeÂre Focusing on Non-Fiction!

And remember : Study hard. Be evil.

New Person of Interest
Not so much on artistic content but strength of personality and plenty of laughs, I give this weekÂs trophy of awesomeness to:
=tabzthefish
To be nominated for such trophies in the future, you just need to be awesome and IÂll pick whoever fits my awesome criteria. Clear? Awesome!

Continuing Trophies of Awesome
^StJoan and *Amberlouie (Always awesome) ^LadyLincoln (getting up there with the always awesome crowd.

ME

University
I have no life. Except the halls, lecture theaters and the library.

Writing
Yes, IÂm doing a lot of it. And no, you canÂt see any.

Love
I am falling in love all over again everyday with my dearest partner of many years. (*Enter puking sounds, oh Jes did you have to, questions here).

]]> `poprocksandcharlotte The J Transfer http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/19346728/ http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/19346728/ Sat, 12 Jul 2008 00:42:19 PDT I come from the Land Down UnderÂAnd IÂm proud of it!

Ladles and Jelly Spoons,
How have you been?
Wobbling, bobbling, bursting at the seams with joy and buzzment (ItÂs a word now)?
I have just indulged myself, during this disgusting and untimely chest infection/migraine/fatigue affliction that has invaded my body and taken up residence. I watched Sicko by Michael Moore.
I liked it.
His cocky, arrogant attitude that relied more on witty rhetoric in his previous films has vanished (almost) to be replaced by a more, shall we say, humble approach. His questions are more balanced (in context that is, Moore could never be a truly balanced presenter) and the plight that we only hear and read about across the oceans manifests itself into real life situations, with real people, statistics and events.
Last October, as a few of you know already, I had a brain aneurism from causes that remain unknown. I was accepted into emergency in a matter of seconds, asked a series of questions (mostly pertaining to the possibility of drug use/drugging) and taken care of whilst my
mother and boyfriend filled in my details.
By taken care of I mean, blood tests, chemicals tests, IV drips, medication, CT-scans, MRIÂs, X-rays and reflexology, hearing tests, trauma treatment and follow up CT and MRI scans.
15 GP appointments.
3 Specialist Appoinments.
I paid nothing.
My Mum paid nothing besides the fuel she used to get me to the hospital.
My boyfriend paid only in the context of worry and fear that something truly bad was happening to me and he couldnÂt do a thing to stop it.
I truly appreciate my country, the system that it operated within and the advantages I enjoy due to AustraliaÂs most controversial Prime Minister, Gough Whitlam. The man to pioneer and implement a universal health care system into Australia now known as Medicare. Thanks to Mr Whitlam, millions of Australian lives are saved every year because they can afford health care no matter their financial status.
I know there are those of you who are suffering out there on this site who live in a country that cares not for you state of wellbeing.
They donÂt want the extra tax dollars; they are essentially apathetic to their fellow citizens due to a financial power play. Change will not come from the top rungs of society, the executive seat of the white house that sits in that room stupidly renowned for its shape and not so much for the men who have sat in it, both foolish and great. And by they, I donÂt mean all of the US or even half of it, or possibly even a third of itÂBut if they seem to have the power and they are significantly less than you, next election make a difference. Vote for a candidate that doesnÂt just best represent the interest of you, as the individual, but your fellow citizen.
I would think, and I do think, too much perhapsÂThat a country who tries to impart an ÂacceptableÂ governing morality onto its citizens would accept an equally Universalist stance on health care. Surely the physical, emotional and psychological wellbeing of your fellow citizens is more important than the many divergent opinions on the she said he said debates of homosexuality and abortion etc? It seems that the voting public is more concerned with other peopleÂs sexual bodies and their choices or natural preferences for the same sex or both. ItÂs interesting that the majority of American politicians are content in telling people how to live through the gross transgression against the separation between church and state.
For all of our problems here down under, I have never been more proud to be Australian.

Edu-macation
I have begun my 2nd Semester for this year at University. My availability is unreliable at best, my services are extended only to those who strike my momentary fancy, ^StJoan and *Amberlouie (as always).

Chat
IÂve said it before, and IÂll say it again Â IÂm over it. I am not an authority, I wish for none and quite frankly, IÂll gladly leave you to your power games and notes. I hang around because people ask me too, thatÂs it, and when they stop asking or if I REALLY get sick of it, I will withdraw. I will make like *SpokenAubade and leave you people to your own devices. ThatÂd make you happy wouldnÂt it?

TR
Watch this space. And just to be clear, TR was never intended to be and will never be a avenue for old members of damnLit to channel their residual bitterness.

Scriptwriting Bonanza... ]]> `poprocksandcharlotte 22 Candles http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/18948270/ http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/18948270/ Fri, 20 Jun 2008 11:29:03 PDT Well ladies and gentlemen, I am officially twenty two. Without really knowing what to write and having too much spinning around in my head IÂll just do a fun facts to know and tell riff (22 points, to be exact), to celebrate this mediocre day for a mediocre person (me).
Simple Stuff:
Middle Name: Kate
Favourite TV shows: NCIS, Bones, Supernatural, Stargate (SG1 and Atlantis), The Gruen Project, Spicks and Specks, Big Brother, The Amazing Race, Buffy, Angel and Firefly.
Questions asked by =crazynloveless
Shoe Size: 7 and a half or an 8. Depending on the shoe, brand and style.

Your favourite kind of underwear: Lol. Anything made from cotton. Failing that, the Antz Pantz range is great for all occasions.

The craziest colour you ever dyed your hair: Also issued an lol. Pink. Blue, Green and Glitter mist all at the same time for a couple of days during Uni O week.

Your biggest turn on: This can vary on a few levels. So I wonÂt say THAT turns me on. Brains, eyes, cheek, humour, a great smile, broad shoulders and a certain thing that drives me wild but I canÂt define it.

If you could be the partner of any celebrity person. Who would it be and why?
Hahahahaha. I have thought about this before honestly. Jensen Ackles (Dean from Supernatural). HeÂs funny. Well spoken, charming, seemingly intelligent, I donÂt mind his characterisation and have you seen the guy? *Dies* If that failed, well his sibling would totally make me happy (Sam, from Supernatural) ;

What's the worst thing you've ever done to someone's food/drink (accidental or on purpose that they consumed)?
Well, I accidentally slipped a few extra condiments onto a few burgers during a stint at McDonalds, drenched a rude old bitchÂs chips with vinegar during the long years my parents owned their own take away restaurant Â may have added lots of salt. Slipped a few ants into my brothers peanut butter and jam sandwich after he punched me hard enough for a dead arm.

Most embarrassing caught-out moment?
Being banned by one of my brothers (Chris, 16 months older), from dancing with his friend in a certain manner at a school formal, when I was 14. Of course, in true Jes style, I ignored him and danced with the encouragement of the friend, against his chest and groin. A person moseyed over and danced behind me saying, ÂHey man, who you dancing with?Â
Dancey, dancey.
Turns around to face brother, a very shocked brother at that. ÂThatÂs my sister!Â
Sigh. Lol. Sigh. LOL.

Most embarrasing dance move ever attempted.
Pole dancing. It turned into retarded fireman dancing. With a sore bum 2 hours later. No pun intended.

Kisschasy: as good as the hype says, or just another 'emo' band?
Ahhhh depends on my mood, and your tastes. Just another band to me, that will be forgotten in five years by all but the die hard fans that insist, ÂItÂs about something maaannn.Â

Questions asked by ~TheKingofFall :

What accomplishment do you feel least proud of in the past year?
Strangely, I feel a sense of satisfaction at scoring so well, but not accomplishment. I now feel like it is a given. I am also not that proud of drinking a whole bottle of tequila to myself and still being able to spin around 5 times, put the stick down and jump over it.

Have you avoided mistakes that you made in the previous year?
Yes definitely. Fools rush into heady situations and time has taught me to be patient which is contrary to my nature at times. I have also learnt to trust more.

Questions asked by *SpokenAubade :

Would you rather eat a live dove or a live toad?
Probably the former. A toad has poison sacks in its back and all, that isnÂt healthyÂBut doves can also carry pestilence. Hell give me the pestilence, it can be cured and I have had my injections. Mmm dove, chicken with functioning wingsÂ

If your room had to be one color, (everthing from the computer to the inside of your closet to your pencils) what would it be?
An oceanic blue. Serene and elegant.

If you had a chance to possess someone and take over their life/body, who would it be and why?
Mmmm. dA wise probably =crazynloveless to make her run down the street with techna coloured hair, wearing nothing but antz pantz underwear on her head and her shoe size painted on her chest, screaming... ]]> `poprocksandcharlotte Crackerjack http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/18725355/ http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/18725355/ Sun, 08 Jun 2008 06:00:57 PDT Crack it up

Or crack me up because either way, there are a lot of cracks around here to slip into, peeping my little head out every now and then to hee and haa at random discourse. IÂve been doing more thinking because I like to think, I find it cathartic, challenging, frustrating, inspiring and a basic ritual as an academic, but this process has led me to believe one thing about myself. I miss damnLit. There are people out there who might comment on this journal or scorn and scold me for expressing a variable against the new kid on the block, getLit, which I feel will be on the up and up now it is getting sorted out behind the scenes by my lovely cohorts ^LadyLincoln and ^StJoan. And all the other people too.

I know there are those out there who say, it didnÂt work or they didnÂt like it, but quite honestly those people were never really there, and I was there a lot, so I have a general idea at least who was there and who wasnÂt and what was said. I will forever hate the person who took it away. So I say this to those who used to chill in the place known as damnLit to give getLit a bit of a go, a burl, a chance, a second thoughtÂIn the past it has gone through some questionable motions, but that is mainly due to poor communication and poor representation. I guess that is about to change. And I guess I am asking you, the people who read this journal, who never embraced the replacement, to try one more time. Perhaps you know. If you want.

I will use this proverbial soap box to make a bit of a declaration. I promised a while a go to a group of people including the newest GD to write a guide to prose critique. An understandable, comprehensive tutorial that anybody can understand and apply, with jargon only foot-noted at the bottom for easy access and understandable direction.
Since University is out for the semester, I will be finished this new project mid July. And I will begin actively teaching Lady-J the same techniques, because all I have to say to the higher echelons is, shame on you. I look forward to the tutoring of my Lady. TÂwill be fun no doubt

Wired to the Keyboard

IÂm writing again in short bursts and long trails. I love my new story and the characters that pass through it as if curious to what IÂm thinking. I feel as though they are telling me something about myself, something new and tangible that I havenÂt found yet. Jon told me not so long ago in relative terms, that my writing was growing up, evolving because I no longer felt an urge to use it as cathartics, instead of being consumed by everything that is just there. In the past, I used 60% of what I wrote as an outlet, no matter how well worded or structured it apparently was. IÂm not saying that those issues are no longer an integral part of my life, because they are. I am saying, he holds me back in so many other ways, shame on me for allowing him to consume my writing. And so there is a tale, about a girl who works as a Barista in a coffeehouse, with full length windows and cushy chairs. And she has something to say, that makes me giddy. They all have something to say, that makes me euphoric.

I also have this friend, my sister really, named Amber. SheÂs better than you in every way

Coasters

I may be changing coasts by the end of the year, Western Australia, Perth. If it happens I feel nervous of it, I donÂt know anyone; I donÂt know anything about the place. But I suppose new adventures are always welcome.

University

ItÂs done until July. And then it starts again, yay.

Critique

I aspire to critique this piece by =eldestmuse.
Charm City Charms is a prologue to a series that this lovely young miss is working on, I advise you to all go over and have a look.
[link]

Got Scripts?

June is scriptwriting month, so get a typinÂ and entertain yourselves while learning a new writing skill. To check out this featured theme, head on over to this link by the vivacious `Beccalicious who is your June representative:
[link]

Got Trash?

Save it up and store it, *http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/18302167/ Tue, 13 May 2008 09:02:28 PDT
Noosa

Originally, I was going to post a large to epic travel journal detailing the exploits of the Fearsome Five (Amy,Ash,Dean, Emma and Jes Âaka.me) during our 72 hours in the paradise that is the Sunshine Coast, but IÂve rethought that one. The travel journals exist in a word document and they always will, but due to a conversation I had in the spa on the last night with Emma and Amy, I wonÂt be. I remembered we decided amongst the bubbles and the bubbly that what happens in Noosa stays in Noosa. I myself donÂt have details of deviancy to divulge Â well, many.
But I have decided to give you guys a ÂsuccinctÂ summary of what transpired, in point form, over the coming weeks.

Friday
Time spent in car: 5.5 hours.
Time spent at service stations: 15 minutes (damned lines).
Time spent at McDonalds Drive-ins: 6 minutes.
Amount spent at Dan MurphyÂs (grog shop (American translation: Alcohol shop): $300
-1 carton of Passionfruit Vodka Cruiser.
-1 carton of Raspberry Vodka Cruiser Double Black
-1 bottle of Midori
-1 bottle of Bomborra
-1 bottle of Jose Cuervo (Tequila for any ignorant people out there).
-6 bottles of assorted wines.
Amount spent on food: $60
Drinking Games?: Four Kings, Never Ever
Time spent getting ready to go out: 4 hours, 30 minutes.
Worst/Funniest thing to happen to me whilst getting ready: Amy burning my back with a straightening iron two minutes after I told her to be careful not to burn me (she was hilariously drunk at the time Â me so so).
Taxi Fare (all night inclusive): $28
Night ÂClubs: The Rock
Prospective male dance partners: 7
Hiding Place from the former: Dark corner with Ash and Dean, not realizing Emma and Amy were almost sucking face 1 meter away (not with each other).
Drinks Units consumed (at club): 1 Jaeger bomb, 2 vodka and raspberryÂs, 1 vodka and Cranberry, 1 southern comfort and coke.
Number of Drunkards I had to take home: 2
Time spent at Taxi Rank waiting to go home: 40 minutes
-It would have been twenty five if it werenÂt for DeanÂs pie and sauce. Bloody hell.
Time spent waiting up for maggots who forgot their room key: 3 hours and thirty minutes.
Time I went to sleep: 5am
To be continuedÂ

Fads
6 months ago I was always available, well not always, but I was mostly accessible one way or another and full of idealistic hope. I had hope for this community, this assorted conglomeration of word artists, bullshit artists and wannabeÂs of both kinds. Now I stumble into getLit and I feel like a relic of ÂoldÂ times. I have come to the realization that, chatrooms are like fashion trends, fads and stylistic doÂs and donÂts. They change every season and itÂs never the same again, one way or another. Sure, ideas are recycled, the fabric I guess is still there after the fact but the faces (or screen-names) change, power plays, egoÂs and trips are eaten by the commoners, the wagoneers and the pioneers.
Like I said, I feel like a relic.
Critique lies on a spectrum of being downright rude or downright patronising, I have not seen one good critique in a chat with the exception of fellow relics (:devPinkMcCoversong:, *SpokenAubade, =smoking-mirrors etc) since the closure of DL.
I have observed those who try to pick fights and justify it with a, ÂIf you canÂt take critique youÂre in the wrong place.Â Normally I would agree with this kind of ideology, but if youÂre going to give a critique, please, actually get off your sanctimonious arse and LEARN how to critique first. Selling bullying as critique shouldnÂt be tolerated.
Ideally I should be addressing this to the moderation of said chatrooms, but until the moderation of said chatrooms starts to pick up their collective crap and get it togetherÂ Well, I hope and feel as though a change is coming and if it isnÂt, well you guys are severely failing the promised evolution.
Uni
Swamped. Happy, successful in the grading scheme of things thus far, but absolutely fracking swamped.

Work
I have regular hours now, on specific days at kind of specific times. ItÂs kind of challenging balancing full time Uni with part time work and all the other commitments I have within the University. Not to mention boyfriend, housework (honestly I am just the cook, he does most of it Â besides the washing up) and writing. The very latter I havenÂt done much or any of in a very long time. Making me cranky.

Pending Projects?
Perhaps. Maybe. With ^http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/18009738/ Thu, 24 Apr 2008 15:47:31 PDT
I take off for Noosa in half an hour, in AmyÂs Holden. I canÂt wait, this little get away with some of the best people ever is exactly what I need. ItÂs exactly what I want and I can honestly say this time tomorrow IÂll be running along a ÂforeignÂ beach and in 12 hours, IÂll be probably drinking my body weight in tequila shots.
But that isnÂt the point of this quickly scribbled journal. This journal is to honour the fallen and the surviving heroes of the first World War and the ANZAC spirit. For those of you who do not know what that fantastic acronym stands for, ANZAC stands for Australian New Zealand Army Corps.
Today is ANZAC day, and on this day and every other, I am imbued with pride and love for my country. I am proud to be called an Australian alongside these servicemen who died for our freedom and for the freedom of the world. I am proud to be Australian for the spirit of of mateship, camaraderie and the will to keep fighting; because thatÂs what we are, battlers, fighters, we are small but we are mighty.
I did not expect to feel as I do, for I rarely indulge in moments of nationalist sentimentalism, surely I love my country, that is incredibly obvious to everybody who knows me. But I rarely think of who we are. Where we are from.
With so much animosity between religions and races and even the sexes, I embrace the general feeling of the area in which I live. One of open mindedness, one of, Âwe donÂt care where you are from or what you believe as long as we can laugh over a drink and shoot some poolÂ mentality. And it doesnÂt even have to be alcoholic

The rest of world likes to make fun of how we speak, our different grammatical principles and they perpetuate stereotypes as absolute truths. I say let them believe in their delusions, every Australian knows who they are and where theyÂre from.
I often denounce warfare, but I do not denounce the soldiers who may spend their last minutes of life doing what they think will best defend our country and our world community. I have friends deployed in Iraq, Afghanistan and Timor. I do this too, to honour them, and I hope they get back safe and as whole and good as I remember them.

ÂI am the rock, I am the sky,
IÂm the rivers when they run,
For 40,000 years IÂve been,
The first Australian.
We are one, but we are many,
And from all the lands on earth we come.Â

Lest we forget.

Oi, Oi, Oi! ]]> `poprocksandcharlotte Change http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/17809430/ http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/17809430/ Sat, 12 Apr 2008 08:40:24 PDT It's so much better, when everyone is in, are you in?

I've had a strange night. I've even had a strange day. Somehow my mind has become preoccupied with retrospect and introspect and all other kinds of spect (aspect, respect etc).

I thank you Lou, for all things and for bravery.

And Fleet, Ali and Naiya.

I don't know what to say, it feels useless to express oneself in a online journal to an audience of people. What exists, exists. What is, is. What happens, happens.

And I am unsteady, but that's okay, I'm good at being unsteady.

It's so much easier, when everyone is in, are you in? ]]> `poprocksandcharlotte Devious Journal Entry http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/17485057/ http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/17485057/ Mon, 24 Mar 2008 01:04:22 PDT It's so much better, when everyone is in, are you in?

To answer the question of the Bill...

Why are you here?

Honestly, new reasons manifest every week; they aren't always positive and sometimes I struggle to find reasons to stay.Although, there is more to this place than the high school-esque cliques, the high minded social structures and the bitter arseholes. If one let's such people be the culmination of their experiences here on dA, then they are at a loss and they have cheated themselves.

I am here because I like the community.

I like the n00bs who come in and ask a multitude of questions...over and over and over again. I like anybody who has the gall to ask a stupid question with the most genuine tone. I like them because I achieved what little I have by asking stupid questions, by annoying people with critiques and by becoming better at accepting those critiques to the point where I can give a cracking critique myself. I like cheek, complete and utter cheek, it seems to be a common trait among these kids and for that I am happy. To have fun while you strive to be better...Not everyone can do that. So when somebody accepts a critique and makes a joke about Sylvia Plath or some such, I have to admire that. That person has probably just experienced the hardest process for any new (and experienced) writer and they make an absolutely shyte joke to cut through the lingering tension. Utter fucking legend.

I remember when I was 13. I wrote shit poems about bullying, loneliness, unrequited "love", friends and family events. My world was very insular, it didn't really focus on the outside so much as ignore it. I mean 13 is one of those ages where you're trying to figure out your place after being at the top of the food chain at Primary School. You're in a new place, a new setting, with new rules and you possibly don't know that many people; chances are there will be some angst. Some really poorly articulated angst. But good on them I say. I think the first thing my Professor said to me was, 'don't be afraid to write badly. Don't be afraid to screw up or make mistakes'. And these kids seem to have that down more than most of us who consider ourselves above that primary level.

They aren't afraid to make the mistakes that some of us are. They seem to be writing for fun, and hell yes, fun is the best motivator when they're just starting out; fun is what keeps us ticking over when we start to get more serious and if it ever stops being fun, seriously, why are you doing it?
Go and get a degree, and work a nine to five job if it feels like a chore.

Lowest Common...excuse me?

I have seen comments like, "lowest common denominator" whored out and slapped onto this place like it's on the corner of Kings Cross. These people, of any age, are not the lowest common denominator. Of all the cynical things to say...That has to be the most shameful.

Inexperienced? Yes.
Emotional? Yes.
Problems with detachment? Yes.
Problems with ego? Sometimes (this isn't restricted to new kids or inexperienced writers)
Problems with critique? You Betcha.

Not everybody is going to be a published author, they won't appear in zines and they probably don't want to. But they want to reach their potential. They want to try. As long as there are people like that on this site, I'm not leaving. If they want to try, I'll do all I can to help them.

I know there are people who might be thinking, 'But you're just celebrating mediocrity, you're not bettering the community.'

(-)Mediocrity

I am not celebrating mediocrity, I am celebrating people out there who want to share in what I love. And while what I love may be seated in some high arts, I can appreciate low arts (light fiction, entertainment, progressive stories etc), I can appreciate that they sell, that people love them and they would like to learn how to better their craft. I like Fantasy just as much as I love Tolstoy or Shakespeare.

I am not shocked though, to find a sense of low and high culture existing on dA. And it amuses me no end. Artistic discourse has long had a place in society but to transfer those definitions onto a internet art networking site...

Evolution

If you believe yourself to be developed beyond what dA can offer you, feel free to move onto that higher level. There is honestly nothing wrong in admitting to yourself that you've outgrown what this site has to offer; you can pursue your own goals or you could pass on your knowledge to the upcoming race, maybe even do both...your choice. MSN, Skype, AIM etc allow you to keep in contact with those you would like too. You have nothing to lose.

The serious writers will move on to avenue's of creative expression and critique... ]]> `poprocksandcharlotte Second Solution. http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/17336681/ http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/17336681/ Fri, 14 Mar 2008 18:59:53 PDT It's so much better, when everyone is in, are you in?

The past few days have been full of events and happenings that have shaken those who have been involved with the organisation of damnLit. I know that there are those of you on my watch list that don't care about the people within damnLit or the organisation itself, so I ask you to have some kind of respect and keep your comments to yourself unless they are better words with good intentions.

Thank you.

Now to address some questions that have been floating around.

What the hell happened?!

I can't say this isn't a good question. It's a great question. Unfortunately I can only give you what I'm calling the community approved version.
Basically we made a mistake. We trusted somebody who was undeserving of that trust. But I would like to say right now, the blame does not lie with ^StJoan, ^GeneratingHype, ^lovetodeviate or James and Thomas. Please, for the love of all that is good and holy (enter whatever belief system here), stop pointing your fingers at these poor undeserving people. It really frustrates me that this is happening. They are NOT responsible.

The conflict, the whinging, the moaning and finger pointing all needs to stop. Now. We cannot change the past nor the opinions of others. Instead of harbouring grudges, notions of entitlement and what have you, we need to move forward as a community and embrace this evolution of an ideal that we all thought we lost; it is espoused in getLit.

But what REALLY happened?

You'll never know the whole story. I won't lie about that but you don't really need to know the whole story, just that we couldn't do a thing about it no matter how hard we worked, no matter how much we've done. The abuse of power? I can say that happened. Was it somebody's own self serving whim? It seems so. The complaints, if indeed there were any, were never taken through the proper channels in the first place.

Send me the Bill?

Bill has been copping shit left, right and centre. That probably does not sound all that articulate and at this juncture, I don't care. Upon hearing about the events I cannot exactly detail here, Bill (^GeneratingHype) collected himself and sprung into action when Ali and I were reeling from the news. It is due to this man you all have somewhere to go that is exactly like damnLit in the essential ways that it should be. It is friendly and welcoming, critique is abound, topics are diverse and it's addictive. That man, that wonderful, committed man, gave up 12 hours or more of his life straight to make your literary experience better, to take the edge off the change over, to create an entire structure over the course of hours to serve YOU.

But getLit is not damnLit!

I know that. It's better. It's officially organised, it's more structured and our proxy owner is not a selfish spoilt little brat of a thing. Indeed the proxy owner is each and every one of you. You all own a little piece of getLit as you all make the foundations of what is to come. That is actually kind of cool, just step over your indignation for a moment and realise what that means exactly.

I have to apply for a position when I already proved myself in damnLit!

All I can say is live with it. It is a needed and welcome process in my eyes. It shall quell any cries of favourtism. It is really no different from becoming a scoob, you all had to prove your worth even if you weren't aware of doing so. Perhaps my own methods were less intrusive and rigid. Maybe in hind sight they should have been. Maybe I should of done a lot of things but I do not regret one moment or any decision I made. So apply, but apply for the right reasons. If your interest is power and status, then perhaps you don't represent what this society is about and you're better off not applying. I can say that. I have no hat nor tick or any other status. If you're going to whine and whinge and try and create a scapegoat for the actions of one un-named person, then shame on you.

Why haven't you applied if it's so GREAT?!

Stop asking me this. Frankly it's none of your business and unless I chose to share my feelings, it will remain so. I will say that this sudden loss of something I worked so hard on is devastating. In it's final days (days to which we were ignorant, the finality took us all by surprise) damnLit was doing exceedingly well; we'd never had so much critique and conversation really find a foot hold before the past month or so. I poured everything I had into that place.

Why should I acce... ]]> `poprocksandcharlotte All that shimmers... http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/17268078/ http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/17268078/ Mon, 10 Mar 2008 09:02:19 PDT It's so much better, when everyone is in, are you in?

Embittered, Passionate...Apathy

I have lost a little more faith in humanity. Not like I had much anyway.
Cheers to everybody out there who supports the Lit community and what we try to do on this site and hopefully, after we pick ourselves up, we can move forward.
Special thanks to ^StJoan, who is a true friend and a Saint (of Evil).

March Features

=fraterm

These thoughts were said to be weighing heavily on :fraterm:s mind, and on a day when everything else is also dragging my own mentality down, it was a refreshing read. The fact that it is a revised piece is an assurance of =fraterm's commitment to his writing and the under current of raw tension is nice. I like tension, it crackles.

~darklyrist

I was creeping and crawling about the literature gallery on behalf of the Clean Lit initiative that is currently in practice and I found this bit of fun. Yes it's not the greatest statement and there are spelling and grammar mistakes etc etc but it was FUN!!! And I believe, that in Lit, we need to have more fun!

*Amberlouie

This girl shines, she shimmers and everything she tries tastes good and flavoursome to my taste buds. I'll have some tea Lou, and some crumpets.

Featured Project
Spring Cleaning 2008
*Extract from News Article*
As spring is upon us, it is the time of year for refreshing. A fresh outlook, new life and of course everybodyÂs favourite job that involves removing muck from windows, throwing out old clothes, and of course reacting those cupboard tops you havenÂt touched since last spring- yes its time for spring cleaning! In deviantArt, it is also time to wave your feather dusters about- itÂs time to clean up you lit!

The literature galleries have been in a state for a while now. The huge amounts of miscats that plague the galleries are overshadowing the pieces in the right place, as well as leaving the deviant putting their pieces in the wrong place doing their own work an injustice. If someone is interested in a certain genre or theme and your work isnÂt in the right gallery, who knows what you are missing out on?

In literature, this month is not only dedicated to reading and haiku, but to spring cleaning. The great news is you can be a part of this event! We want as many people involved as possible, whether it is involved in the main event or taking the personal approach to your own gallery- either way we want literature to shine and sparkle, jam packed with organised galleries and some quality reads!

View Full Article Here: [link]
View Bec's Journal Here: [link]

We don't need no education...

Well everybody needs an education, no matter how stubborn or arrogant they are.
Poetry and Prose...Well what do you know?
Do yourself a favour and check out this article by ^GeneratingHype.
[link]

My current List as it stands (please remind me if I've forgotten anybody):

~Kouga6644 on [link]

~Sloppisloth on [link]

=distortified on [link]

* `poprocksandcharlotte Short Journal (Promise of an update soon). http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/17049244/ http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/17049244/ Sun, 24 Feb 2008 21:05:51 PST It's so much better, when everyone is in, are you in?

Are you still having fun?

You know that's been an interesting question to ask myself over the past few days. Am I still having fun on this site? Do I still want to be here? Am I being the change or retarding the change? So this is what I have in response to my cultural procrastination:

Am I still having fun? Do I still want to be here?
Short answer is Yes.
Every week I could probably find several art related reasons and a couple community related reasons to pack up and close shop. But what would be the point in that? Shirk my social responsibilites to the fine members of damnLit and leave my good friend and cohort, ^StJoan in the lurch? Give these arseholes power because...why? Why would I want to do that? Like Bec said, I'd only be hurting myself.
Because honestly, I like it here. I love it here. I love logging on casually and meeting these new and interesting people or making friends. There is the common belief out there that you can't make friends in cyberspace, I say screw that common belief into the same hole where Osama is hiding and nail it up. No you can't touch, hug or watch a movie (at least in the traditional sense) with these people, you can't go bowling or out for a round of tequila and terrible dancing. But you can talk, vocally and textually, you can see, laugh, connect and discover there are other perspectives out there that may negate your own, but they are worth every moment.
Two days ago I don't think I would have delivered this with much passion, honesty yes, passion no.

Am I being the change or retarding the change?

With every critique request I get, I am contributing to the internet society that is dA Lit. Sure they are backed up, and I have half complete and pending critiques, because hey, I am not Superman/woman/alien. But the point is they are there. I like that they are there, I like that there are people out there who want to improve, who want critique.
Anyone who wants a prose critique, ask. Honestly, just note my account. You might not get it straight away but you WILL get it.
So hopefully that is being the change, what the change is, I don't really know. But I hope it's awesome.

Work Rant

Work is woeful. I'm sure ~MindCraft will agree with me when I say that. I hate coming home at the end of every shift with my hands smelling of tobacco products and my elbows bruised from knocking the metal bag holders. I personally think we should implement the American system of a register clerk and then a bagging station. A seperate person who bags the stuff. Or better yet, you people bag your own shit. (Deep down, I don't mean that, I'm just indignant from today).
Why is every racist, sexist arsehole in the geographical vicinity attracted to register 6 at their TC Coles store? These people belong at Woolworths or Safeway. I don't care actually, just away from me.
Argh, I can't talk about it, it just makes me angry all over again.

Critique is me.

I have been comissioned for several critiques as of late and developed quite a list. Upon reviewing that list I have decided that I will be critiquing those who really need it first and those who I think have done quite alright on their own last. I know some of you have been waiting for a while, and I have been waiting to do them but this insanity has to die down a little before I get there. But I will and I'll love every minute of it, even when I'm hating it .

My current List as it stands (please remind me if I've forgotten anybody):

~Kouga6644 on [link]

~Sloppisloth on [link]

=distortified on [link]

*deZtornmind on [link]

[link]

[link]

*Ghost-Insig... ]]> `poprocksandcharlotte I'm no Superman http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/16887537/ http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/16887537/ Thu, 14 Feb 2008 18:09:31 PST It's so much better, when everyone is in, are you in?

Old News.

Over the past week there has been some amount of drama surrounding two individuals who have lost their hats for various reasons. I have nothing to add to it, so slow those over zealous typing fingers. But eventually, I think we need to get over it. To those who take issue with that statement, go for it. But really, what will it do? You have the opportunity to embrace two new Lit GD's who will most likely breathe a new dynamic sense into the lit community.
I know that people feel that it was a negative move on $Moonbeam13s part, but I think there are so many versions and so much conjecture, well who knows what really happened?
We will never know and automatically pointing fingers and demonising the admins because you can have your little journal diatribes or chat rants doesn't do anything, nothing changes. I have come to realise this through posting pointless journals and polls on elitism that were deleted for various reasons, mostly my own.
This is how it is people.
You want to change the literature landscape? Let's all start working together.

New News.

Let everyone congratulate the industrious ^lovetodeviate on procuring the position of Lit GD next to the lovely ^StJoan. I hope everybody shows their support and love for this talented literary artist and incredibly wonderful person. She has already selected a piece of poetry as a DD, a choice which was simply stunning, and I mean that literally. Simple yet stunning.

Time?

I have none. Simply stated, none at all. Any critiques I have in cue will have to wait until after University establishes itself into my routine and work stops giving me ridiculous shifts. Real life comes before net life I am afraid to say, and with that fact you and I will just have to live.

Thank you...

To everybody who elected me into deviantART politics forum parliament. ~Butchers, our lovely grand poobah, has dubbed me as the Minister of Parliamentary Integrity, Government Whip and Speaker of the House - a position I seek to do well. (I think so anyway).
Also I would like to acknowledge my party mates, =Gibah and ~Butchers, I couldn't be stuck with two greater fools (I mean that in a nice way).

Write...

Just do it people. And get behind the activities *damnLit is hosting for your benefit

xo

It's so much easier, when everyone is in, are you in? ]]> `poprocksandcharlotte Devious Journal Entry http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/16483752/ http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/16483752/ Sun, 20 Jan 2008 02:02:53 PST It's so much better, when everyone is in, are you in?

Hello dA population who actually reads these journals...and to the rest of you.

I have been thinking. I know, how shocking, disgusting, straaaaaange. But I assure you it is true. I have been thinking about thinking. Or doing too much of it.

And so with this process of thinking too much about thinking too much in place, I am setting myself the following goals:

dA goals

Critique more - now this sounds simple right? I'd think it was but I find I simply don't have the kind of time I'd like to. But I will try to critique more, I will at least critique a couple of the stories that fall into my dev box every week and with the Feb Madness bonanza fast approaching, you can be sure I'll keep that promise to myself.

Write more - Now I can't use the time cop out with this one. I really can't. So here are my writing goals for the next few months. They will be appearing in every journal to serve as a kick up the arse to myself and to let you know if you should join in on this kicking of an orifice.

Writing Tasks:
Amber's competition piece: I will, I will, I will and oh I will. No promises on how well I write it though, but I'll try to satisfy you Amber
Beli - Medium length piece (10k approx.) with no definitive name as yet. Word count currently stand at: 2.5k.
Novella 1 (Bedlam): You started, you stopped, you deleted and now you're procrastinating and talking to yourself on a journal. No word count. 2 drafts of 1st page.
Smut 1: Harlequin = money.
York: Short story that needs to be finished. Finish it biatch.

Ignore Idiots-drama-past grudges- These elements are not always connected but all have the same effect. It provides undue negativity and stress I am sick of carrying around. If I've had a problem with you in the past, put it into the perspective of the fact that it is the past. Same way around if you've had a problem with me.
We're all here for the same thing, we all have different ideas and ways of doing things. So let's write, damn it.

Ignore Bullies/Put downs/Baseless personal attacks/ Personal attacks of any kind etc - Because these people don't matter. If one rises, retorts or takes it to heart, one is only giving the agressor power. And they don't deserve it. They don't deserve my time or yours and what they have to say is bullshit. You have your friends Jes, they rock in every way possible. Fuck the bastards who just think its cool to put you down or do it for lulz. Or any reason really.

Concentrate on LitCom - Or the Lit Community. Whore it out, there is nothing wrong with being a publicity, advertising and literature whore. Get the message out there to the writers that don't even know that a lit strong hold exists. Hell yeah.

Learn how to say No - This is self explainatory.

Encourage Empowerment - Why the hell not?

Life Goals

Uni

Maintain GPA and overall score.
Complete at least 8 units this year and push it up to ten if you need to. (Wanting to isn't needing to, remember that).
Find new photographer for the Uni paper.
Begin overall writing project that you know is worth a fair chunk of your Bachelor. Avoiding it won't make it go away.
Party more. Loosen up.

http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/16267219/ Sat, 05 Jan 2008 08:38:10 PST feel have been through your grandmothers tumble dryer on high. And youÂre the pocket with the loose change inside, getting slammed at every turn.
You wish you could say you were numb, you wish you were. YouÂd give anything not to care at all about any of it and pretend it was never real or you arenÂt real. Or forget that somebody who is meant to love you unconditionally wishes that you werenÂt.

All night youÂve been bouncing off nostalgic walls listening to old pop songs that you used to dance to. You used to dance to them and you felt okay but now you try that again and you canÂt and you donÂt and the magic has gone from it, almost like it was never there to begin with.

You feel devastated. ItÂs something isnÂt it? So you donÂt really not feel anything. You know a word keeps going around in your head like a carousel. Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothingÂOn repeat, in time with the chipmunks.

Second, Third, Fourth, Fifth, Sixth Best, closed out, shut off and shut down, like any of everything matters at this juncture, when all you really want to do is grapple atÂwhat? Happiness? You want to disappear but you think that would hurt yourself more than any of them. It would hurt you more than them.

You think they called it pursuit of happiness for a reason, because you never stop chasing that unattainable truth of happiness. Is it a lie? Maybe. Not for everyone or even most people, but for some, it is a lie.

]]> `poprocksandcharlotte 2007 - In Lyrics and some Mentions http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/16181454/ http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/16181454/ Mon, 31 Dec 2007 09:49:05 PST Let down you hair, lean back in your seat if youÂre able,

2007 in Lyrics

I don't know how else to put this/It's taking me so long to do this/I'm falling asleep and I can't see straight/
My muscles feel like a melee/ My body's curled in a U-shape/I put on my best, but I'm still afraid/Propped up by
lies and promises/Saving my place as life forgets/Maybe it's time I saw the world/I'm only here for a while/
And patience is not my style/And I'm so tired that I got to go/Where am I supposed to hide now?/What am I supposed to do?/
Did you really think I wouldn't see this through?/Tell me I should stick around for you/Tell me I can have it all/
I'm still too tired to care and I got to go.stone sour- Zzyxz RdI will paint my picture/Paint myself
in blue and red and black and gray/All of the beautiful colors are very very meaningful/Grey is my favorite color/I felt
so symbolic yesterday/If I knew Picasso/I would buy myself a gray guitar and play/Mr. Jones and me look into the future/
Stare at the beautiful women/"She's looking at you./Uh, I don't think so. She's looking at me."/Standing in the spotlight/
I bought myself a gray guitar/When everybody loves me, I will never be lonelyCounting Crows- Mr Jones.
There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface/Comsuming, confusing/This lack of self-control I fear is
never-ending/Controlling, I can't seem.../To find myself again/My walls are closing in/I've felt this way before/
So insecure.Linkin Park (2000 circa)- CrawlingItÂs so much better/When everyone is in/Are you in?/ItÂs
so much easier/When sea foam green is in fashion/Yooouuuhhhh yooouuuooh/Are you in?/Yooouuuuh oooh oooh ooh/Are you in?
Incubus-Are You In?I am bottled, fizzy water, and you are shaking me up/You are a fingernail, running down
the chalkboard/I thought I left in third grade/Now my only, consolation, is that this could not last forever/Even though
you're singing and thinking/How well you've got it made.Incubus- Just A PhaseSomething takes a part of me/
Something lost and never seen./Everytime I start to believe,/Something's raped and taken from me... from me./Life's got to
always be messing with me. (You wanna see the light)/Can't they chill and let me be free? (So do I)/Can't I take away all
this pain. (You wanna see the light)/I try to every night, all in vain... in vain./Sometimes I cannot take this place./
Sometimes it's my life I can't taste.Korn - Freak on a LeashCome play my game./Inhale, inhale, you're the victim.
/Come play my game./Exhale, exhale, exhale./Breathe the pressure,/Come play my game I'll test ya./Psychosomatic addict, insane.
/Breathe the pressure,/Come play my game I'll test ya./Psycho,-somatic addict, insane.Prodigy-BreatheIn life,
we struggle as individuals,/A fine line between a clichÃ© saying and something original,/As if in death we left
something residual,/Behind to mark our time up in this pitiful,/Existence and IÂm a man of many issues,/If I ever dissed you,
no disrespect I never wished to,/Hold a grudge the stress makes me act like this,/The day I get it off my chest I wonÂt write
tracks like this,/But IÂll be bitter on them when all is done and is forgotten,/Cos itÂs easier to sit and complain than fix
the problem,/But the power of speech endowers our beliefs,/With sour defeats, man nothing is out of reach,/Got plenty to
answer for, all do is answered back,/Done a thousand things I regret, apologize for none of that,/So you get back what you
put in no regrets,/And keep on until they know your sweat, you only get./(We get)One chance, so I live for the moment,/IÂm just
one man what I wouldnÂt give for this moment,/We got one world; still we take it in stride,/In this one life we stand still
waiting to die,/(We get)One chance, so I live for the moment,/IÂm just one man what I wouldnÂt give for this moment,/We got one
world; still we take it in stride,/In this one life we stand still waiting to die./Now breathe in...Hilltop Hoods-
BreatheThen you only leave space to discriminate/And to discriminate only generates hate/And if you hatin you're bound to get irate/
Yeah madness is what you demonstrate/And that's exactly how anger works and operates/You gotta have love just to set it
straight/Take control of your mind and meditate/Let your soul gravitate to the love y'all/People killing people dying/Children
hurtin you hear them crying/Can you practice what you preach/Would you turn the other cheek?/Father Father Father help us/
Send some guidance from above/Cause people got me got me questioning/Where is the lo... ]]> `poprocksandcharlotte Devious Journal Entry http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/16069865/ http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/16069865/ Mon, 24 Dec 2007 04:41:59 PST Let down you hair, lean back in your seat if youÂre able,

Good evening fellow whatever discipline you hold to.
ItÂs Christmas Eve, supposedly some kid was born tomorrow but historical and chronological evidence negates that theory so really IÂll draw a blank and claim itÂs about family/good times/drinking/ presents and afternoon shenanigans.
I guess what IÂm trying to say that it will never be about some little tacker, a supposed Virgin and a Carpenter in Bethlehem, at least not to me.
Hark as many times as you want, sing to angels and praise good kings of Orient but I will never hold to Christianity.
That said this time of year brings on a sweet kind of retrospect. In the suite of =WineWriter and `Beccalicious, I will be reflecting on the events that have led me to this path that I now gladly tread and reviewing some of the most stand out writers and artists of the year, at least in my eyes. When asked what I want for Christmas, I donÂt really need to answer because I have everything I want with a few exceptions.
So Merry Christmas on and all and let the reflection begin:

Courage Contest Winners ; a very specky feature!"

First Place Â *Negated The Bubble Tea Girl;
Upon reading this winning entry (and yes I did read most them folks) my eyes were glued to the screen, the opening few paragraphs capturing my attention and getting its hooks into me. ItÂs a captivating peek into the interior of a thankless job, of the experience and culture of higher education in a foreign country (though of course, not all countries are the same if at all). There is something so honest about this piece and its context it does not need to be wrapped up in flowery prose; it is seemingly persuasive in its structure. As the author herself stated in the authorÂs comments, "Sometimes courage is bowing your head and sludging onwards no matter what orange peels and potato rinds are thrown in your face."

Pop Pick from *NegatedÂs gallery:
(I am aware, kids, that is a Daily Deviation. It just happens to be a piece I like and worth every iota of attention it receives).

Second Place: Esprit de l'Escalier ;by *dgregory
There are a lot of things about this piece that work for me. ItÂs charming and I just had to sit for ten minutes after it was over, just processing the way it was written; the bitterness, the sweetness and the flavour of courage on the edge of the mediocrity inherent in the protagonist. And how that changes. The extended dialogue is some of the best IÂve seen on this site and the characterisation is lovely.
ItÂs a must read for anyone from 15 onward.

Pop Pick from *dgregoryÂs gallery:

Third Place: Giving Up; by ~EveningDownpour
A piece that drags you down to the lowest point and takes a bar of soap in a towel to your intestines. ItÂs honest and puts you into the position of answering the question: ÂWhat would you do?Â
~EveningDownpourÂs writing is always superb. If you want me to pick a single deviation as a pop pick, click on her name and spend hours absorbed in her gallery; trust me, you wonÂt regret it.
Giving Up is told with power, grace and fantastic command, it was a pleasure to read and an honour to feature.

This Year: The Definitive Moments (Lit) `poprocksandcharlotte Travels  The Aftermath (Part 1) http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/15901131/ http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/15901131/ Wed, 12 Dec 2007 09:37:02 PST Let down you hair, lean back in your seat if youÂre able,

Travels Â The Aftermath (Part 1)

Japan- Tokyo/Narita

Tokyo is people, loud sounds, flashing lights and the faint smell of smog that doesnÂt feel quite right in your nose. The people glance at you for but a minute with the faint expression of surprise, and then a slight bow of the head and the movement of passage, letting you pass before them. At first it all seems strange, having the best chairs and food promptly served whenever you eat out. Being called MaÂam in broken English and the lights of the city.
So many different colours and designs; and the cars, so many cars packed in the sometimes narrow streets with the pedestrians paying no mind to them. I ventured to get a picture of Tokyo city from the top of a tower only to find my batteries were drained. IÂm sorry Todd, I did my best.
So I descended the tower and went out into the markets, soy sauce and a slight hint of sewerage marring the experience a little. I walked around with my mother, browsing through stalls and cringing a little at the sight of a string up dog on sale.
The internet called for 30 minutes as I emailed my boyfriend to say I was well and that I had made the long flight over here no worse for wear, with the possible exception of a love affair with clouds; it is another world up there, beautiful.
I settled into my room as my parents fussed around about whatever (they always argue about everything, I learnt to tune out pretty quick) and drank some Sake while watching a show that looked both painful and stupid.

The next morning (I only spent a total of 18 hours in Japan) I was greeted with a buffet invitation free of charge. And by god do the Japanese know how to serve up a breakfast buffet- I grabbed as much as possible and only ate a quarter of it but hey the options were there if I wanted them.

Connecting Flights
Customs in Japan is okay, not as strict as Australia although quite strange in the fact they scan your finger-prints. We were through pretty quick and on a JAL flight to South Korea (Pusan) in no time. Without a TV screen and movies unlike the long international flight I was forced to look for other means of amusement; I found this in a Korean boy with a lap top watching an American TV show I hadnÂt seen before called Baxter or something like that, anyway it passed the time and a few cups of soju.

Korea Airport

IÂm pretty sure there is a proper name for the Korean air port and Matt did mention it a few times but I never payed attention to it. Matt (my eldest brother) met Mum, Dad and I at the air port rugged up and smiling like a fool. I was incredibly happy to see him as we left my parents to sort of things after customs and baggage, we changed my money and he taught me some more swear words that he knew would make me laugh. We met the parentals outside and decided on busing it to Chang won, a province just outside of Pusan and the location of my Korean home/hotel. ItÂs pretty much the second western hub of Korea, where all the westerners go to be employed or holiday. Seoul is only good for partying according to Matty, with zero chance for the average westerner for employment and a rough housing situation. It isnÂt Japan or China and pretty ignorant to the western world on the whole (still doesnÂt stop the implementation of McDonalds, Pizza Hut, KFC, Burger King and Krispy CrÃ¨me as a food source )

The Bus
The bus presented me the first opportunity I really got during that trip to observe the nature of the geography. ItÂs mountainous, with cities and towns existing only in the deep wide valleys and the harbours. The smaller villages seem to exist on the hillside, with limited facilities other than the buses that offer transport to those to poor to have a car. And there are a lot of poor people.

Changwon
I have always loved Chang Won and I fell in love all over again when I saw it from the bus window; the tall domino buildings, the mixture of modern and traditional architecture and the over usage of signs, so many signs all over the buildings. The people, the wild and reckless driving, the smell (kimchi and sewerage on a bad day, nothing on a good day) the progressive and modern fashions and the departments stores, restaurants and shopping malls.

The Hotel
Hotel Internationale was the best hotel available and the location of MattÂs wedding later in the week so it was discounted. It was a basic but nice room with a wide screen TV and a hard bed that I had to sleep on, I was missing Jake already and was not accustomed to sleeping without him.

The First N... ]]> `poprocksandcharlotte Travels! http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/15745651/ http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/15745651/ Sat, 01 Dec 2007 07:37:06 PST Let down you hair, lean back in your seat if youÂre able,

WhatÂs up aliens?

This is a short notice to day IÂll be out of the country and off the internet until December 11th. For those who will miss me, that isnÂt many of you but this is just a side note, I promise to have pictures and writings to show for my travels.

To all those who are replying from the forums, save it for a few days you know? No point in snapping right backÂAlthough some just want to win without thinking. Silly sausages.

I love you all, well some of youÂSome I just know casually and some I donÂt know at all but still appreciate the watch

Amber-bamber-Loua =

StJoan: YouÂre my hero

Fleety, keep it smutty. Lots of love.

MindCraft(Raz) Give them hell at Coles for me and IÂll have you a cultist when I come back
Alright, infinite xÂs and oÂs.

Jes

WeÂve got the Jazz, for your speakeasy conversations,
ItÂs the universal language of relaxation. ]]> `poprocksandcharlotte Tangents http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/15616206/ http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/15616206/ Thu, 22 Nov 2007 07:07:49 PST Let down you hair, lean back in your seat if youÂre able,

Begin Transmission...

Speakeasy conversations.

I haven't been having many of these lately. It hasn't been a casual affair of, 'hi how are you thatÂs good your hair looks nice,' and etc. And that's probably good for relationship posterity.
See after I wrote my last ranting journal I started to question who my friends were, who really by the definition of friend, are my friends?
YouÂd think this is an easy question to answer, youÂd really think I could hold up my hand or two and tick friends of my fingers like it is meant to be that is easy. ItÂs not. Nobody really wants to analyse the relationships they have and when they do, they often choose the wrong elements to analyse.
Is it possible to have solid close friendships in this wider web of electronic pulses and IP addresses? Yes, I think it is. If youÂd asked me that at the start of this year IÂd be cynical, IÂd click my tongue and tilt my head but itÂs not so ridiculous. People have long said that the internet is the breeding ground for the lonely misfits of society. I do agree with that to an extent. But in retrospect we can be lonely outside the cybernetic interaction, even when weÂre surrounded by people who seem to know us weÂre lonely. Or it seems it anyway. There are people out there who bounce which seems strange as only balls or heads are meant to bounce, people arenÂt. ItÂs probably one of the most annoying adjectives somebody can use on their resume when applying for the paper.

Slight Interruption
ÂIÂm a people person, IÂm bouncy.Â
YouÂre bouncy? YOUÂRE A PERSON!!! Maybe IÂm a resume kill joy but I donÂt suffer the word bouncy when one describes themselves as such.

Tuned back inÂ

Anyway back on tangent.
My real friends, or my friends who exist in the touch, sit on lap and hug capacity seem to be, for some insane reason, male. I have a friends who will actually maybe read this and recognize his ideology when it comes to being friends with girl.
Girls are fucked.
Its simple isnÂt it? But you know what, being friends with a female in this day and age runs the risk of running into the competitive oh my god look at my outfit high school mentality. And I can go with that, but there has to be more substance, there has to be a social conscience or a thought process below the perfectly coiffed hair or the designer heels. I like hair, I like heels (in fact I live on them), I like make up and I donÂt dislike gossip by any means. But there has to be more to it, there has to be an actual cognitive process behind that giggling and the bitching. I do have female friends, two of them are my actual friends and the rest are acquaintances who masquerade as my friends when they want something. In the context of the internet, chicks are the source of fun, intelligent conversation and camaraderie. You people are my kind of people; I wish there werenÂt so many idiots at my University who dilute this positive attitude. Such as life, eh Ned? Somehow I think it was easy for Ned Kelly to utter those words whilst he stared down a barrel but they are no less true. If he was confronted with twittering fools in Prada knock offs I donÂt heÂd be so accepting, heÂd be holding the gun, not staring down it.
So friends? Yeah I have them.
I probably have more in common with the most unexpected person than anyone else.
Anyone who uses hence in a sentence, talks to me about writing, role plays and randomness? Awesome people. Awesome person, but yet all my boys, my crew, my peeps and whatever other name you have for it, theyÂre all good people. TheyÂre great and while they are not many they are mighty.
And then thereÂs Lou, but she doesnÂt need to be talked up anymore than I have previously. Same story with Makinie.
I love you girls but I send too many compliments your way. I probably donÂt but I donÂt want this to get like an Oprah episode.

Deviantart Props:
IÂve been noticing some sneaky tributes in peoples journals and shout boxes, and while I did this a while ago (without covering the UK lags) this is a slightly different version.

^StJoan Partner in crime. Goddess. All that bullshit, I have never dreamed of anyone so easy to work for and IÂll be your bitch as you as you need.

`GeneratingHype and *Amberlouie : All I have to say is cheers guys. ItÂs always a pleasure.

AND <... ]]> `poprocksandcharlotte Devious Journal Entry http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/15558307/ http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/15558307/ Sun, 18 Nov 2007 06:20:20 PST
Hello loyal readers and the not so loyal, please stand by for tonights transmission.

TESTS

Tests and results are inconclusive, I'm not quite sure what to draw from that meaning other than I have to subject myself to blood tests
monthly or when so deemed. I do know that this past month has been a complete and utter fuck and dance (yes I know the word is song but I just really wanted to say "fuck" to vent
frustration and hopefully relieve myself of that frustration but alas, no joy). For all of their white coast rhetoric, jargon and continuous false diagnosis they satisfy their
incompetence with inconclusive. Maybe I'm being harsh, in fact I know I'm being harsh because that's the kind of person I am or so I think and have been told so it must be true.
No one wants to hear what I have to say besides name age and details. By no one I mean the ones with the MD's or the pretty offices. One even had a 1st edition book of Russian
literature that he doesn't know how to read, he just thinks it looks cool for you know, social status or some such.

People, Denial and some Bitching

I am not happy, I am not bouncing off walls; I've been in a funk of denial. I know they won't read this because let's face it, most of my Uni friends don't study within my own field,
they love yet don't fathom how to create a story or build a character or communicate an emotion. I 'd like to thank them. I went on this river cruise, I drank a lot, I danced a lot; I even have blisters
from these seriously sexy shoes that were on sale (now I know why they were on sale), I smiled for my professors and they gave me the understanding speech. We understand. Have a beer.
Have a beer?
Now as un-Australian as this sounds, I hate beer.
Now I drank the beer, I laughed at their jokes and quite possibly had a good time but I don't understand why they can't see through it.
Why my friends with the exception of Emma and Amy can't see through it when they eat sushi and study and bitch and gossip everyday.
I guess it's so much easier to say that person is happy, they're fine, they'll be okay and they can go back to being the honour student with the witty comebacks and
a team of fragmented wannabe journalists, because that's what we expect her to do.
And they offer me a beer?

Amber, who I love, yet never met knows I hate beer. So why don't these people who act like they listen and say, "we're here for you" but they aren't actually there, why don't they know anything about me?

And now that I actually need help, a time where I can't do everything they flock around me like a pack of scavengers and rub it in?
Wow you missed a lot, you must feel really stupid.
Oh my god, I totally forgot to send you that email. Like I know I promised you that I'd return that favour but I can't, like I did all the work. Well I correlated all of the links for the work.

Since when was a wikipedia an academic link?

It's like they want me to fail or stumble or...I don't know. I don't even know these people beyond who they're fucking, what sushi they like, how much they pay for help with an assignment. Or to do an assignment

Of course they aren't all like that, I do have decent friends who are great. But I get hung up on small details, which no doubt will trigger a lot of advice about not caring about small stuff.

I call bullshit.

Feelings, emotions and writing; judge,jury and executioner?

YOU IS USED IN THE WIDER SENSE. IT DOESN'T SPEAK TO ANYONE TO SPECIFICALLY.

Small stuff is what makes the big stuff big.

You know a term really bugs me?
Emo.

The wider community throws that word around when anybody is feeling anything that's raw and then they write about it. Yes, most of the time it's shit, it bites and it has
no point beyond cathartic release.
But it is allowed to be shit, it is allowed to bite and people who vilify anyone for displaying any emotion publicly, can I ask you something? Can I put my boot into your ribs when you're down?
And then give a back-slap to your friends, because hey! It's just the height of cool.

Or we can take another avenue, the high and mighty speeches of clearing the redundant material out. Redundant material? If there is a poem out there about depression or some such that helps somebody out mentally because they see they aren't so alone in the world,
I don't call that redundant. People aren't looking to read a masterpiece in the "lower" echelons, they're just looking for something that speaks to them.Something that connects, something that says you're not a freak for feeling this.

They d... ]]> `poprocksandcharlotte Thoughts and Advertising http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/15475863/ http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/15475863/ Mon, 12 Nov 2007 08:51:17 PST I want published zines...
do do do do do

Since being on DA IÂve noticed the power plays, the politics, the cliques and the people who provide the fuel for each epoch of internet society that IÂve survived.
Lately IÂve been noting the emergence of a new breed of hybrids; demonising, snide, rude, labeling, deprecating and demoralizing arseholes who masquerade as your online sycophants until youÂve eaten out of their hand. And then theyÂve got a taste of you.
Or people who are so against self promotion and yet, this site is all about self promotion. Your art is a product, the audience are consumers; by accumulating audience and with every new deviation popping up in your inbox the site is actually allowing and assisting you in your self-promotion. YouÂre passionate, youÂre serious about how you feel but if you want to improve you promote your work to a critiquing staff so 1) you get some kind of exposure 2) you get some much needed help 3) you develop and 4) so you can work toward producing better quality writing to your audience. Granted some of you out there do it for yourself and I accept and encourage that cathartic or pleasurable activity.
Pimping competitions, friends, works, clubs are the same. YouÂre effectively part of a sub-culture that thrives on this kind of activity and yet youÂd retard this activity because you think its unproductive or against the creative spirit. Bullllshiiit.
Such advertising builds a community, with its own intrinsic sub-cultures that these very people derive from. Oh they protest, they rebel, they may even believe but having something that affirms their beliefs and valuesÂthey need what they hate.

And the benefits of spreading such community orientated projects seek to get people involved in something, as writers, we all love. Create a community where people can learn without fear of bullshit propaganda that targets such campaigns for the sake of an ideology that is one sided and incredibly selfish. Inherently we are all selfish, but not one of us would be here if we didnÂt crave some kind of community or network for whatever reason.

There are also people who are the masterminds behind personal attacks and smear campaigns. What motivates these people…ower? Delusions of grandeur? The need to be right all the time? Pettiness disguised by an archetype of anger?
Honestly, if youÂd asked me a few days ago I would have delivered a long rant; even if youÂd asked me 6 hours ago. But reflecting on the social indicatorsÂI donÂt really give a shit about these kinds of people. And you shouldnÂt too.
They just kick you down and feed off the drama they create, enjoying the fall out and feel justified.
Wankers.

I have a new category for a DD. Deviant Dickheads. Examples of Deviant Dickheads are as follows:

Deviant Dickheads:
Âomg DA is full of juvenile idiots who think its DAspace.Â
ÂI detest DA drama and yet I promote such drama in public space; I encourage it, I perpetuate it and I just really effing hate it because to me, my problems arenÂt dramas.Â
ÂOmg, youÂre like emo. Emo are the suck. You canÂt write because youÂre emo, like as if you would be emo.Â
ÂOmg youÂre not an emo, you are the suck. You canÂt write because youÂre not emo, like as if you wouldnÂt be emo.Â
ÂYou fucking bitch, me me me me you mememememme you etcÂ.

Obviously there are many more examples of a deviant dickhead, dickheadery I think weÂre all guilty of at some point.

So whatÂs the point of this journal Jes?

Never give someone the power to make you feel like youÂre less than you are or give into the temptation of snapping back just to prove you are just as good. You ARE just as good, you are one person with a wealth of experiences no matter your background. You know more about you than anyone ever will that exists on this earth let alone the internet. It shouldnÂt be about whoÂs right, wrong and etc. There are shades of grey that transcend that, no one is ever entirely if half of either.

In short:
This alienation/stigmitisation bullshit needs to stop.

Competitions:

Please promote and submit to the following competitions

Gourmet Lit: http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/15270107/ Mon, 29 Oct 2007 09:38:51 PDT I'm not sick, but I'm not well

Health

It feels funny to be wrapped up in blankets in the Spring, the nights feel cold. I have nothing to report health wise, a factor which continues to frustrate me no end; all they have told me conclusively is that I donÂt have a tumour and I didnÂt have a stroke. I feel so hopeless, weak and dull here in my body that feels like someone elseÂs; I smile and it is strange when it used to feel normal, it takes up so much energy just to be awake and use my brain. I find that I am pushing myself, trying to do everything like I used to but it seems that I canÂt, and I hate it. I can tap away at keys, do assignment and start critiques but my head starts to hurt and I find myself struggling to finish.
What is this?
Is it a punishment and if so, for what?
My head hurts continuously, like somebody has set up heavy ball bearing to go tearing around my head and its depressing; the not knowing, the theorising and philosophising about what could be wrong. What is wrong? I find myself descending into a depression, I cant sleep but then, I could never really sleep but I donÂt even get to fall asleep. IÂm stressed and I have bitchy professors who care not for my dramatics which is fine, but I donÂt expect awesome marks for this semester now.

Jake

I canÂt really express how great my boyfriend has been throughout this, from the moment he found me on the bathroom floor screaming to right now, heÂs been a tower of strength and love. He encourages me to go to job interviews, see movies and apply for a driver license because he canÂt conceive life without me in it in some capacity. HeÂd rather hate me exponentially then have me die. Me, IÂd rather die than have him hate me so. He makes me happy when I shouldnÂt be, makes me feel normal and beautiful when ordinarily IÂd feel the opposite.

My Crew

My friends who are the greatest guys in the world, guys as in the literal sense because I have not many female friends in real life who have really rallied around meÂBut the guys, Ben, Rhun and Ryan (Razza), you guysÂI am the luckiest girl in the world to know you three. And this is dedicated especially to Raz, the most interesting and pragmatic of the motley crew who spends the twilight hours with me on occasion musing over writing the universe and anything.
Gah, I donÂt feel so bad and crappy when you guys happen around.

Loua, who is my hearts sister. I donÂt need to say anymore, LouÂs you are probably the most awesome critique and most trusted and adored confidante IÂve had in sixteen years. There is nothing more worthy I can say than that.

Naiya and my online motley crew (you guys know who you are) thanks for the support and the fish. I love you guys, youÂre great in every respect. Naiya especially, who rocks my feet right out of my socks. There really are too many of you to name so thanks to all once again.

Writing

I have some exciting stuff in the works so keep your eyes out if youÂre waiting. Next to Bedlam, The Libertines and a few other short stories that youÂd be interested in, I hope.

Community

`GeneratingHype is hosting a letter writing contest, follow the name link and check it out.

The ugly contest by *apocathary is entering its final days, be quick!!!

*damnLit is damn skippy, the new place to catch a critique. But donÂt just take my word for it, check it out for yourself [link]

:
People I am Reading

*Amberlouie
`GeneratingHype
*apocathary
^StJoan

I'm so hot, because I'm in hell! ]]> `poprocksandcharlotte Lapses http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/15152082/ http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/15152082/ Sun, 21 Oct 2007 03:25:19 PDT I don't know why you'd lie to me

I'm a little less popping than usual, in fact, its hard to pop at all. The short version is that I'm sick, like C-scan, MRI and EEG sick. It's scary, the smell, the caunulars, the repetitive blood pressure tests, blood tests and the condrescending looks of doctors who never talked directly to me until they actually read my file and said, 'Oh you're 21, I thought you were 15.'
Eye rolling and eye balling ensued.

The short of it is, basically, that I had a seizure. I'm seizurific and etc.

So I 'll be around but I wont if that makes sense, although, I cant seem to stay away even when I am deathly sick, there's people on here that I love utterly and such.
I'm slightly fragile but I assure you my mind is as sharp as it ever was. Fiery Fire raaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

People I love Reading anytime:

*Amberlouie
`lovetodeviate
`GeneratingHype
*SpokenAubade
^StJoan

People that I think deserve your attention:

*apocathary
*mediatedballe
`alienhead
*Beccalicious
=smoking-mirrors

New kids on the (my) block:

~to-dey
=IBinsanity

Like I'm a little untrusting of, 'I think the truth is going to hurt you.' ]]> `poprocksandcharlotte Devious Journal Entry http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/15086850/ http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/15086850/ Tue, 16 Oct 2007 12:15:24 PDT

So much has happened since I last wrote even though it hasn't been that long.
It's intense how quickly time passes and the events that reside in that time just fly by un-controllably.
And usually that would bother me.

But now I dont mind so much, because life feels full. Not completely happy or anything, it's just full of high and low moments when you cant stop smiling or you double over because it hurts too much. Love, hate. contentment, adoration, confusion, amusement, achievement...its all in there.

UPDATES

*damnLit Visit this site and learn all about the newest literature chat, you'll be hooked in no time!

My beastie is starting, *SpokenAubade helped me establish some names for my hybrid characters. Anyone who hasn't checked out White China and wants some idea of where this beastie is going, have a read.

Todd Kiesling is one of this sites most established writers, known best for his humour, talent and snappy wit.
Please check out his website located here:

[link]

And buy a copy of his book, A Life Transparent here: [link]

It's a decent read, so go ahead and make Todds day and mine (just tell him I sent you )

Uni is almost over due to the assignment based structure of my bachelor, 3 assignments out of 7 to go. So yay. And then I'm finito for the year; giving me time to focus on stories, beasties and working at Subway.

Yes I work at Subway, *Sigh* this a sad sad facet of my reality. It makes me smell like meatball which Jake tells me, while its tempting to his stomach, it does nothing for his libido.

=smoking-mirrors, a talented writer and a good friend of mine is beginning work on her new novel project, swing by her page, check it out, comment etc.

You have to go and read the following people because I said so damn it :
*Amberlouie
`lovetodeviate
`GeneratingHype
=bewareofthesnowman
~mediatedballe
^StJoan
^PoeticWar

and

=beta3 because he's such a sweetie to me

Kthnxbai!

<3 Jes

`poprocksandcharlotte Feeling Pink http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/14935345/ http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/14935345/ Sat, 06 Oct 2007 02:16:36 PDT

Lately IÂve been working on a short story that is basically a 2nd draft of Bottom Feeders, a piece that was written as raw material for University. Admittedly this 2nd draft is also for the chucklehead factory but it has sparked an interesting urge within my writing impulsions.

So itÂs within this journal I announce that I will strive to create a 15-20k mini giant out of this 3k tad-pole at some stage or another after IÂve finished the latter version.

Why? I have no idea other than I think there is more story to this premise then word count allows, there are characters that I want to explore and themes I want to exploit within the different phases of destruction, the bottom of the barrel and finally, possible redemption. Or an attempt at redemption.

IÂve wanted to write something longer again, for a while, having ideas flit into my head only to disappear after I started. But this idea has seemed to stick to the back of my brain without any sign of release. So here I am, content with the fact that I am about to embark on the longest writing experiment IÂve undertaken since writing Ganglands (for those who donÂt know, Ganglands was a novel I wrote when I was 15-16, I havenÂt since read all of it at length, it numbered 134 pages of point 10 times new roman text. Over-written anyone?).

As you may have noticed I have a new spicky CSS. This time I've nominated to feature pieces from a few of my friends galleries out of love and admiration. If you'd like to be featured in this journal (you or your organisation, please click on the contact button .

This month I have chosen, according totally to my own bias, to feature the *Amberlouie person .

Also under Think Pink, Phill's Ugly competition is featured. Go check it out

http://poprocksandcharlotte.deviantart.com/journal/14799162/ Wed, 26 Sep 2007 11:39:31 PDT
Write what you know.
That simple statement commands the impossible in actual reality. Not because we do not have a clear or certain grasp of what lies in our wake; in fact that seems to be the actual problem. ItÂs our grasp and our certainty that plays with our minds assuring us without much hindrance that the stories we have to tell as human beings are as mundane as we imagine them to be.
No one wants to read about what it is to be a teenager, a wife, a father, a soldier or any other individual we conceive to be everyday. Or so we tell ourselves. This is the role of the reporting press to shower us with edited half truths, sugar coated reports and bias propaganda, oh yes freedom of the press. Blood sucking fiends.
So with these leeches in mind, we draw this assurance around us like a comforter on a frosty June night, as the North Easterly shudders at our windows, threatening to enter and hit us with a cool burst of the ÂrealÂ world.
But truthfully, it is these stories that are worth telling.
Writing has always been an escape, you find yourself in a land that is far removed from your own for the simple fact that it only exists in your mind, being able to construct characters that are as dear to you as your own family, give them names, and make them speak via the text you type on the computer or type-writer, no one wants to give that kind of creative licence away. You become enthralled in imaginary scenery, plot intrigues, tales, twists, turns and cliff-hangers, so that the real-world is as about as appetising as a bowl of stale water, that has been salivated over by a particularly slobbery St Bernard.
There are numerous auto-biographies out there, but I have to question how many of those people actually write the whole truth? How many people write what they know? Do fantasy fiction writers write about what they have seen and experienced? If so can I please get a ticket to wherever it is that they go?
Crime novels, sci-fi novels, war novels, romance novels, novels about Grails and Codes? It is called fiction for a reason, although that said, every fictional story comes from some form of fact subconsciously or not.
I am not saying that writers are a bunch of cowardly escapists, playing on your
imagination and your wallet with offers of worlds that in some cases, cannot be. I am stating that they recognise this fallacy of writing what you know. No one wants to do it, not the whole truth of it anyway, it hurts too much, itÂs too real, and it doesnÂt accommodate the escapist in all of us.
ThatÂs an awesome power. It makes invisibility seem small time. The fact of the matter is people read to be inspired, to be moved and to be given hope or even just for entertainment. While I am sure they would be all those things if faced with something shockingly real, what writer wants to do that?
Do we ever really write what we know? Or do we just pretend to?
In actuality I havenÂt felt confident enough to give ÂitÂ a name, like a form of unconscious denial threading through the creative centres of my brain. Like that movie named so aptly the irony makes me smile as I type. ÂItÂ was a terrifying flick, well this is the real legitimate ÂitÂ. Life. Fate. Reality. Question is, while you have the wheel, do you want to see the speeding ticket?

I guess I'm foolish.
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Three people on my watch list tagged me to do this, so here it goes.

1.Post these rules
2. Each person tagged must post 8 random facts about themselves
3. Tags should write a journal / blog of these facts
4. At the end of the post 8 more persons are tagged and named
5. Go to their page and leave a comment telling them they're tagged
6. Don't talk about fight club!

1.I keep ridiculous waking hours, sometimes I donÂt sleep at all. ItÂs one of those things I just canÂt do ok skippy? I mostly just write, do Uni work, talk and etc. I hate sleeping, IÂm afraid of it.

2.I find noses interesting, also hands and feet. TheyÂre commonly thought of as ugly etc. But to me they denote character and reflect a lot about a person or they can possibly reflect a lot about a person.

3.I listen to TV evangelism because my boyfriendsÂ father leaves the TV on at night and I canÂt be bothered to turn it off. I find it an endless source of entertainment, these people canÂt be fucking serious?

4.I get angry at politicians. Not just shake your fist at the TV angry, IÂm talking swearing, cursing, foot stomping, intelligent ranting, anger.

5.I used to like the band 5ive or five, or however trendy way they marketed it as. When I was 12 years old I filmed my best friend dancing around singing and dancing and in the end…roposing to 3 members of the band. At the end of the said tape you can hear my young young young voice calling her a whore.

6.I canÂt drive. I have a license to walk and ride a bike, a horse and to rollerblade. Right now, thatÂs all I need. Although there is nothing I love more at the moment than doing doughnuts on a forklift. ItÂs fun.

7.I love books. I have so many of them, I hate it when people try to talk to me when IÂm reading, it pisses me off.

8.I read the dictionary for something to do when I was thirteen.

I tag:

~Butchers (I know he won't do it).
*SpokenAubade
`AbCat
*FelixT
~Angeldemon6688
=RaNdOm-HeRo58
@tmpst24myst
^StJoan

I guess I'm foolish.
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