Walking about my neighborhood last night I watched people going about their everyday lives and wondered, "Is anyone ever happy with where they are?" or maybe more simply put, "Do you want to be more than you are or would that just be too much work?"
I primarily think on this for multiple reasons.
A. I'm going to be 40 in July and wondering myself what more I will give to this world.
B. The kids that hang out on the corners in my neighborhood seem to do very little except smoke weed, fuck their girl, play basketball, and talk sports. Oh, and some of them like to be daddy's at the age of 19 and blow off their responsibility to their child (gee, shocker).
C. The hard working adults in my neighborhood who do manual labor or blue collar jobs that exhaust them. I see them come home to multiple kids (some of which are the afformentioned) and they just always look tired and unhappy.
Now, don't get me wrong...my whole neighborhood isn't like this...I'm talking of those I see that are.
My question here is really...did their dreams die or did they never have any?
Those who know me know I'm a driven person...some might say a VERY DRIVEN person...and they are right. I've always had high asperations of what I wanted and it never occured to me I couldn't do them. Ever. Hell, I remember when I was 16 and my best friend Jenny and I were convinced we were going to run away to NYC and be actors...you know, steal the car and go! (Note: this would've been 1986 so...keep that in mind). It never occured to us we wouldn't hit NYC and NOT be actors. HILARIOUS now huh?
Jenny is now a mother of 4 beautiful kids and is a missionary in Portugal. Me? I'm a director/producer/TD/etc. in NYC. Wanna act? Hell no. Oh how we change.
That said...though we weren't "run aways" by any shake of the imagination we were dreamers w/o limitations. These dreams were things we "knew" we could do if we wanted them. It never occured to us we couldn't. One might say that is the beauty of being a child, to have that imagination and niavity. But I say it's how you think then that helps who you become now. If I'd not been a dreamer would I have pushed to accomplish all I have?
Don't get me wrong...I've not done "a lot" but...for a small girl who grew up in a farming town in Michigan...I've gone farther than some ever even consider. And I plan to push further. Why? Cause I can. Period. There is no limit to my imagination and so thus there should be no limit to what I can achieve.
Did this mentality die out in the 90's? Is there a reason these kids I see today seem to have very little imagination and ambition? Teenage girls with kids and absent dad's and their parents shuffling through life without smiles. It's sad.
So I ask again...did their dreams die or did they never have any?
Thoughts on this from anyone who actually reads my ramblings would be GREAT!
Hope your Monday is treating you well! If it's not, break up with it for Tuesday.
Tamsin :) xo
P.S. I'll share my BIG dream that I see not trouble obtaining and maybe you can share yours if you want...
I want to sell my book series and become a well respected author with the money to pay off all my debt, help my parents, and create a theatre/music/dance school in NYC with my pal Patrick (and his soon to be wife Kat). A school that will be cheap enough so that actors can afford to study w/o working two jobs AND a rehearsal space that will be cheap enough so that small production companies can rehearse w/o breaking their budget WHILE producing fun and inovative theatre/musical/dance.
I CAN DO THIS. I WILL DO THIS.
What will YOU do? Have you ever let yourself have dreams/aspirations of what you will do in this world? Have your dreams died? Do they need a RedBull? Think about it.
Monday, April 19, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
And....he's dead.
Alas poor Yorick...oh wait...wrong book...
I have finished Chapter 6 of Book 4 and have killed a man. I do tend to do that...kill people, in my books. But I just killed a main character. My darling reader Ron...he is probably going to be mad...but alas, it was this character's time to go. I was at least nice enough to leave an opening for redemption of his soul...I'd not planned on that so...those who become fans of my books and someday actually read all this goobiddygoo I write here on this blog, I say this to you..."Forgive me. It was his time...just know I made it better than it was supposed to be."
I do love this chapter though. It finally answers questions readers will have had since the begining of Book One with concern to Elizabeth's death (for those who don't know, she's dead before the book starts so I didn't just ruin anything for you) that I've been DYING to tell you (pun not intended). Hell, I even wrote the missing prophecy they've eluded to before. And know this, I hate writing poetry. I suck at it. All that ryhming and shit. Ugh. Anyhoo...I wrote the blasted poem thingy...and it's not too bad, I've written worse. PLUS, the very F'd up situation with the Big "E" is now on paper for people to someday read. :) Let's hope that someday that person is you...yes?
Well, I must get back to my job job...lunch is over and I must do what I get paid to do....spreadsheets here I come! -Tamsin :)
On a side note...I hate it when the piece of Hobnob (that's a chocolate on one side of an oat biscut/cookie...look them up if you don't know what they are...they're VERY yummy!) I'm dunking in my tea falls in and I can't get it out before it sinks and becomes sludge at the bottom of my mug.
Just sayin'.
I have finished Chapter 6 of Book 4 and have killed a man. I do tend to do that...kill people, in my books. But I just killed a main character. My darling reader Ron...he is probably going to be mad...but alas, it was this character's time to go. I was at least nice enough to leave an opening for redemption of his soul...I'd not planned on that so...those who become fans of my books and someday actually read all this goobiddygoo I write here on this blog, I say this to you..."Forgive me. It was his time...just know I made it better than it was supposed to be."
I do love this chapter though. It finally answers questions readers will have had since the begining of Book One with concern to Elizabeth's death (for those who don't know, she's dead before the book starts so I didn't just ruin anything for you) that I've been DYING to tell you (pun not intended). Hell, I even wrote the missing prophecy they've eluded to before. And know this, I hate writing poetry. I suck at it. All that ryhming and shit. Ugh. Anyhoo...I wrote the blasted poem thingy...and it's not too bad, I've written worse. PLUS, the very F'd up situation with the Big "E" is now on paper for people to someday read. :) Let's hope that someday that person is you...yes?
Well, I must get back to my job job...lunch is over and I must do what I get paid to do....spreadsheets here I come! -Tamsin :)
On a side note...I hate it when the piece of Hobnob (that's a chocolate on one side of an oat biscut/cookie...look them up if you don't know what they are...they're VERY yummy!) I'm dunking in my tea falls in and I can't get it out before it sinks and becomes sludge at the bottom of my mug.
Just sayin'.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
The brilliance of my Editor
And no, it's not titled that cause she reads this...LOL!
I have to write about what I wrote about yesterday and why. And it wouldn't have happened if it wasn't for my brilliant Editor making a suggestion, or two or three...
Here's the deal...
I had SO much fun I couldn't stop writing...not cause I was compelled by the story inside my head (which is the norm) but because I was giddy. No joke. I was giddy...laughing and humming stupid tunes in my chair and just downright laughing at how much fun I was having.
Why? Well..
On Sunday I was online talking to my Editor and she wanted to cut some scenes in the begining of book one. They were funny scenes that really show character development so I was hesitant but...she was right...they didn't actually do anything for the plot other than exist to be fun scenes where you got to hang out with my characters. I hated to have to cut them but...I suppose I can pop them up on the website later...after the book is a huge hit (go with me on this...live in my fantasy world for a moment) so that they are fun extra "nuggets" for the "fans". I look back at those scenes and think one thing; those scenes possibly were for more for me to get to know my characters than for the reading audience...and really aren't needed in the grand scheme when you're trying to cut the book down.
Now...along with requesting for all these scenes to go away she also asked for a new scene. Here's the "brilliance"...At a point in the story I jumped to a section where Kat is captured by our vampire hunter but I never actually show how she's caught...you don't really get much of Kat at all. Hence, later in the book, things that happen that revolve around her aren't as affecting (yes, that's me being vague so as to not give anything away).
So I sat down yesterday and though I'd never seen in my head how he'd captured this shape-shifter, I wanted to. So I began to write and see where it took me...and it was so much fun! I can't even imagine the book NOT having this scene anymore. It totally replaces the few Sean scenes we are cutting AND it gives you more time with Kat. Oh, and did I mention...it's a funny scene? Actually, now that I look at it, I'm reminded of scenes we did in Acting classes...most of this new scene would probably work really well on stage...it flows that well.
My Editor has made reference more than once that she can see my writing improve as the book moves. Well, that's not too surprising as I started that damn thing 10+ years ago and finished it a year ago...I've aged, matured, gained knowledge and improved as a writer and a person, I'd hope.
So as I re-write these sections of Book One not only will the book quality be more consistant throughout but I may find a new love for it that I lost when I wrote Books 2 and 3. Who'd have thought? :)
Anyhoo...my wonderful and amazing Proof Reader got Book 2 back to me this weekend and I must flit on over to it now and delve into it...as well as finish Chapter 5 on Book 4...or my reader will start to whine.
I hope you all have a wonderful week...maybe I'll write again this week, maybe not. We'll see.
xo -Tamsin :)
I have to write about what I wrote about yesterday and why. And it wouldn't have happened if it wasn't for my brilliant Editor making a suggestion, or two or three...
Here's the deal...
I had SO much fun I couldn't stop writing...not cause I was compelled by the story inside my head (which is the norm) but because I was giddy. No joke. I was giddy...laughing and humming stupid tunes in my chair and just downright laughing at how much fun I was having.
Why? Well..
On Sunday I was online talking to my Editor and she wanted to cut some scenes in the begining of book one. They were funny scenes that really show character development so I was hesitant but...she was right...they didn't actually do anything for the plot other than exist to be fun scenes where you got to hang out with my characters. I hated to have to cut them but...I suppose I can pop them up on the website later...after the book is a huge hit (go with me on this...live in my fantasy world for a moment) so that they are fun extra "nuggets" for the "fans". I look back at those scenes and think one thing; those scenes possibly were for more for me to get to know my characters than for the reading audience...and really aren't needed in the grand scheme when you're trying to cut the book down.
Now...along with requesting for all these scenes to go away she also asked for a new scene. Here's the "brilliance"...At a point in the story I jumped to a section where Kat is captured by our vampire hunter but I never actually show how she's caught...you don't really get much of Kat at all. Hence, later in the book, things that happen that revolve around her aren't as affecting (yes, that's me being vague so as to not give anything away).
So I sat down yesterday and though I'd never seen in my head how he'd captured this shape-shifter, I wanted to. So I began to write and see where it took me...and it was so much fun! I can't even imagine the book NOT having this scene anymore. It totally replaces the few Sean scenes we are cutting AND it gives you more time with Kat. Oh, and did I mention...it's a funny scene? Actually, now that I look at it, I'm reminded of scenes we did in Acting classes...most of this new scene would probably work really well on stage...it flows that well.
My Editor has made reference more than once that she can see my writing improve as the book moves. Well, that's not too surprising as I started that damn thing 10+ years ago and finished it a year ago...I've aged, matured, gained knowledge and improved as a writer and a person, I'd hope.
So as I re-write these sections of Book One not only will the book quality be more consistant throughout but I may find a new love for it that I lost when I wrote Books 2 and 3. Who'd have thought? :)
Anyhoo...my wonderful and amazing Proof Reader got Book 2 back to me this weekend and I must flit on over to it now and delve into it...as well as finish Chapter 5 on Book 4...or my reader will start to whine.
I hope you all have a wonderful week...maybe I'll write again this week, maybe not. We'll see.
xo -Tamsin :)
Random Thoughts from the Subway
Every few days I see the same woman on the train with me. Which, to be honest, is weird being as that I don't sit in the same car every day.
Anyhoo...she is probably in her early 50's and she has this dazed look about her. She always has a home made muffin or bread in a plastic bag. It always has the same print pattern of paper towel on the bottom of it inside the baggy. And she aways sits and eats it so slowly that it honestly takes her from about 200th Street all the way to 59th (express train though) to eat it.
What gets me is her blank stare. She seems to never really focus. In a daze, chewing her food slowly, like she's going through the motions of her existence without being aware. I'd sad.
I thought of three things when I saw her today...seeing as she sat right next to me I couldn't help but have it on my mind. #1. Please God, don't ever let me be in this rutt. #2. The blank stare I see her with reminds me of how my main character in my books is starting to feel inside; like it's all going by w/o her having a say. #3...why oh why would you eat the same thing every morning...especially when it honestly looks like it couldn't possibly taste good? I'm just sayin'...
That's all for now on my random thoughts...I'll post another thingy in a bit...that'll be about my writing...I just wanted to put this somewhere so you all got it. Ta-da!
Tamsin
P.S. I'm really glad I quit smoking. Someone on the train this morning near me is a serious smoker and I was like...having a hard time breathing just smelling them. I miss it every now and again when I'm out drinking...but overall...not so much.
And that's the real end of my subway thoughts today...
Anyhoo...she is probably in her early 50's and she has this dazed look about her. She always has a home made muffin or bread in a plastic bag. It always has the same print pattern of paper towel on the bottom of it inside the baggy. And she aways sits and eats it so slowly that it honestly takes her from about 200th Street all the way to 59th (express train though) to eat it.
What gets me is her blank stare. She seems to never really focus. In a daze, chewing her food slowly, like she's going through the motions of her existence without being aware. I'd sad.
I thought of three things when I saw her today...seeing as she sat right next to me I couldn't help but have it on my mind. #1. Please God, don't ever let me be in this rutt. #2. The blank stare I see her with reminds me of how my main character in my books is starting to feel inside; like it's all going by w/o her having a say. #3...why oh why would you eat the same thing every morning...especially when it honestly looks like it couldn't possibly taste good? I'm just sayin'...
That's all for now on my random thoughts...I'll post another thingy in a bit...that'll be about my writing...I just wanted to put this somewhere so you all got it. Ta-da!
Tamsin
P.S. I'm really glad I quit smoking. Someone on the train this morning near me is a serious smoker and I was like...having a hard time breathing just smelling them. I miss it every now and again when I'm out drinking...but overall...not so much.
And that's the real end of my subway thoughts today...
Friday, April 9, 2010
QUOTES
I'm this HUGE fan of the TV show Criminal Minds. As of tonight I'll own all 4 Seasons on DVD. I even decided to base one of my new characters who is at the end of Book 3 and now in Book 4 on one of the actors...why? For visual fun for me. If I have to look at these characters in my head all day, they should be someone I wanna see...that's my lame and weak excuse and I'm stickin' to it! ;)
That said, I'm also a big fan of the quotes they use to open and end the cases with. I've even started jotting them down if they strike my fancy. I have a TOP THREE at this point. But, I think that one in particular fits this book (and series too) so I shall share it with you.
Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars. - Kahlil Gibran
Kahlil Gibran was a Lebanese artist & poet in the US (1883 - 1931). I know this because there's this GREAT web page...http://www.quotationspage.com/ that helps you find quotes, who said them, and sometimes where the quotes come from. It's called "The Quotations Page". I use it to find the full quote of stuff I hear on the show.
Anyhoo, back to my new favorite quote. I've put my leading lady through hell. My readers who follow the series for me and give me input are always giving me flack for it. Things like, "How much more can this girl take?!" "Do you not like her anymore?" "Do you just like making her life hell?" I am of the firm belief (and I'm sure I've said this before) that the most interesting people have lived life and have had life happen to them. Not only that, but if the end of my story is to have a somewhat happy ending I think they need to have earned it. And when I say "happy" all I mean is an ending where the good guys win...in theory...which you sort of think is the case being as that the books tell you that they are being written in 2010 as historical volumes for the past 13 years. If my leading lady is writing them in 2010, chances are she survived the war. What's intersting to me is the "how".
I've always been this way. I literally don't care if I already know the ending of some movie or book...I enjoy the story...the "how" of it all. Plus, if I know my favorite character lives I don't rush the reading process to make sure. I can really enjoy the process/story/adventure the author takes me on. I know, I'm weird that way. Most people will say, "Don't tell me the end!!!" and I'm like, "Tell me, do they live? What happens in the end? Is it a happy ending?" Sad ending make me feel ruined internally. With so many unhappy things in life, why must the ending be shitty? It may not be perfect but come on, we read, see plays, watch movies & TV to escape to a different universe...why would I want that ending to suck like real life? I know I know, cause it's "realistic". Ya know what? If I want realisitic I'd have a job as a police officer or lawyer and watch movies like "The Perfect Storm" and read plays like "Desire Under the Elms"...but that's not me. :)
Maybe that's why I love Criminal Minds so much. It's a tried and true plotline (with some surprises...don't get me wrong): People are killed, the BAU goes in, they disect "who" this crazy person is, they collect clues, they hunt them, they catch them, and they go home. Does it ruin it for me that you are pretty sure they'll catch him/her? No. I love the journey and the puzzle the amazing writers create. As well as their quotes for the begining and end.
Speaking of those quotes...I leave you with my other two faves...so that you have my TOP THREE. Enjoy! -Tamsin :)
Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self. -Cyril Connolly (1903 - 1974)
We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.-Tom Stoppard (1937 - ), Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead
That said, I'm also a big fan of the quotes they use to open and end the cases with. I've even started jotting them down if they strike my fancy. I have a TOP THREE at this point. But, I think that one in particular fits this book (and series too) so I shall share it with you.
Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars. - Kahlil Gibran
Kahlil Gibran was a Lebanese artist & poet in the US (1883 - 1931). I know this because there's this GREAT web page...http://www.quotationspage.com/ that helps you find quotes, who said them, and sometimes where the quotes come from. It's called "The Quotations Page". I use it to find the full quote of stuff I hear on the show.
Anyhoo, back to my new favorite quote. I've put my leading lady through hell. My readers who follow the series for me and give me input are always giving me flack for it. Things like, "How much more can this girl take?!" "Do you not like her anymore?" "Do you just like making her life hell?" I am of the firm belief (and I'm sure I've said this before) that the most interesting people have lived life and have had life happen to them. Not only that, but if the end of my story is to have a somewhat happy ending I think they need to have earned it. And when I say "happy" all I mean is an ending where the good guys win...in theory...which you sort of think is the case being as that the books tell you that they are being written in 2010 as historical volumes for the past 13 years. If my leading lady is writing them in 2010, chances are she survived the war. What's intersting to me is the "how".
I've always been this way. I literally don't care if I already know the ending of some movie or book...I enjoy the story...the "how" of it all. Plus, if I know my favorite character lives I don't rush the reading process to make sure. I can really enjoy the process/story/adventure the author takes me on. I know, I'm weird that way. Most people will say, "Don't tell me the end!!!" and I'm like, "Tell me, do they live? What happens in the end? Is it a happy ending?" Sad ending make me feel ruined internally. With so many unhappy things in life, why must the ending be shitty? It may not be perfect but come on, we read, see plays, watch movies & TV to escape to a different universe...why would I want that ending to suck like real life? I know I know, cause it's "realistic". Ya know what? If I want realisitic I'd have a job as a police officer or lawyer and watch movies like "The Perfect Storm" and read plays like "Desire Under the Elms"...but that's not me. :)
Maybe that's why I love Criminal Minds so much. It's a tried and true plotline (with some surprises...don't get me wrong): People are killed, the BAU goes in, they disect "who" this crazy person is, they collect clues, they hunt them, they catch them, and they go home. Does it ruin it for me that you are pretty sure they'll catch him/her? No. I love the journey and the puzzle the amazing writers create. As well as their quotes for the begining and end.
Speaking of those quotes...I leave you with my other two faves...so that you have my TOP THREE. Enjoy! -Tamsin :)
Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self. -Cyril Connolly (1903 - 1974)
We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.-Tom Stoppard (1937 - ), Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead
Book 4's basis
Someone asked me the other day what the premise of Book 4 is. Well, the title sorta gives that away don't you think? I suppose that's sorta fair being as that Book 3's title was all metephorical and shit. So for #4 I lay it out for you with at title of "Destiny".
But WHOSE destiny is this about? Atlanta? Sean? Phoenix? Jonathan?...Elizabeth? I'll actually touch on all of those. Obviously the main focus is Atlanta. She's been through hell and come out other side mentally damaged...and with good reason. Loosing one's soul for a stint isn't a fun time. But I think more importantly are the secondary characters in this book. Their destiny to be in her life...their choices that put them in this war...their fate to live or die and how/why. I think those are even more compelling than her story. Why? Because they are the foundation; the beams that hold the house up, so to speak. Without them she'd not exist. They have all made choices and taken risks for her...even before they knew her physically. I think that type of solid footing is what makes her who she ends up to be. Without a solid foundation the house will fall. And if the house does crumble and the foundation is still there, the house can be rebuilt and when it is, it'll be stronger than before. But it all comes down to the foundation. As much as you may love my leading lady...those around her are just as important.
So....THAT is what Book 4 is. I'm looking forward to working on it as my secondary characters mean as much to me as my primary.
Tamsin Silver :)
But WHOSE destiny is this about? Atlanta? Sean? Phoenix? Jonathan?...Elizabeth? I'll actually touch on all of those. Obviously the main focus is Atlanta. She's been through hell and come out other side mentally damaged...and with good reason. Loosing one's soul for a stint isn't a fun time. But I think more importantly are the secondary characters in this book. Their destiny to be in her life...their choices that put them in this war...their fate to live or die and how/why. I think those are even more compelling than her story. Why? Because they are the foundation; the beams that hold the house up, so to speak. Without them she'd not exist. They have all made choices and taken risks for her...even before they knew her physically. I think that type of solid footing is what makes her who she ends up to be. Without a solid foundation the house will fall. And if the house does crumble and the foundation is still there, the house can be rebuilt and when it is, it'll be stronger than before. But it all comes down to the foundation. As much as you may love my leading lady...those around her are just as important.
So....THAT is what Book 4 is. I'm looking forward to working on it as my secondary characters mean as much to me as my primary.
Tamsin Silver :)
Creepy...Continued...
So...an update to yesterday's post...I have been punked.
You read me right, I've been punked. The weird dude from UT with all the flower comments? Yeah...it was my friend Ron. The guy who reads my chapters for me as I go and gives me feed back. Being as that I told him about it on Wednesday he confessed to me yesterday...literally moments after I posted the entry.
I know I'll look back on this and laugh later...but I'm pissed at him to be honest and now must spend some time thinking on how to get him back. I'm thinking I have an idea of how to do it...but I can't post it here in case he's one of my few readers. But Ron? Know I will get you back...oh yes...I will...just you wait...
**Insert evil laugh whilst rubbing hands together here**
You'd think with creepy issue #1 figured out all would be good. Oh no. They come in three's right? So, here we go...
#1. Flower Dude.
#2. Weekend before last, on my way home from the club on Saturday night, a guy on the train unzipped his fly at me as he was getting off the A train at 155th street and motioned for me to consider giving him a blow job. No lie. Luckily I told him to F-off and he left.
#3. Yesterday afternoon I get a text from some # I don't recognise. It's an 803 area code which means its coming from South Carolina...where I used to live. The messaging went like this:
803 dude: Hey
Me: Hey. Who is this?
803 dude: Rashod
Me: I don't think I know you. Who are you trying to reach?
803 dude: You. Whats yo name? (That is not a type-O, that's what he wrote)
Seriously? We've gone from crank calling to crank texting? INSANE!
I was tempted to post his number on Twitter so everyone I know could start texting his ass but, I decide to just ignore him and in doing so figure he'd disappear.
And he did. No more messages.
I really am done with the creepy folks. Question is, seeing as that Flower Dude on Twitter wasn't a "real" creepy person but a joke...does that mean since things come in 3's I'm due one more? :(
Dear Lord, can you please give me a creepy people forcefield? (something only a Sci-Fi person would think to ask for...lol!) Thanks. I'll be testing it as soon as I step out of my blogging world and into the real one.
I'll let ya'll know if it works.
Have a great Friday and a fun weekend all!
Tamsin :)
You read me right, I've been punked. The weird dude from UT with all the flower comments? Yeah...it was my friend Ron. The guy who reads my chapters for me as I go and gives me feed back. Being as that I told him about it on Wednesday he confessed to me yesterday...literally moments after I posted the entry.
I know I'll look back on this and laugh later...but I'm pissed at him to be honest and now must spend some time thinking on how to get him back. I'm thinking I have an idea of how to do it...but I can't post it here in case he's one of my few readers. But Ron? Know I will get you back...oh yes...I will...just you wait...
**Insert evil laugh whilst rubbing hands together here**
You'd think with creepy issue #1 figured out all would be good. Oh no. They come in three's right? So, here we go...
#1. Flower Dude.
#2. Weekend before last, on my way home from the club on Saturday night, a guy on the train unzipped his fly at me as he was getting off the A train at 155th street and motioned for me to consider giving him a blow job. No lie. Luckily I told him to F-off and he left.
#3. Yesterday afternoon I get a text from some # I don't recognise. It's an 803 area code which means its coming from South Carolina...where I used to live. The messaging went like this:
803 dude: Hey
Me: Hey. Who is this?
803 dude: Rashod
Me: I don't think I know you. Who are you trying to reach?
803 dude: You. Whats yo name? (That is not a type-O, that's what he wrote)
Seriously? We've gone from crank calling to crank texting? INSANE!
I was tempted to post his number on Twitter so everyone I know could start texting his ass but, I decide to just ignore him and in doing so figure he'd disappear.
And he did. No more messages.
I really am done with the creepy folks. Question is, seeing as that Flower Dude on Twitter wasn't a "real" creepy person but a joke...does that mean since things come in 3's I'm due one more? :(
Dear Lord, can you please give me a creepy people forcefield? (something only a Sci-Fi person would think to ask for...lol!) Thanks. I'll be testing it as soon as I step out of my blogging world and into the real one.
I'll let ya'll know if it works.
Have a great Friday and a fun weekend all!
Tamsin :)
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