I was eaten by ghosts as I watched the Strawberry Constellation...

I wasn't...not really, tricked you. :D
No you hoped that I wouldn't bother with this blog any more but hell if even one person reads it I'll be happy.
  Been thinking about some spooky times I spent on this island I spent a year at - doing Pastry work. He was this coolio Italian friend I had and we seemed to both share the habit of wandering around old islands and hotels at night. So at times we'd hunt for ghosts, or watch the night sky for ages on the airstrip for UFOs. We even named a constellation the Strawberry Constellation.
 And that island really did have a lot of ghosts. Probably the most talked about was the Man in the Blue shirt :] . He was meant to be the dead ghost of a previous staff member or guest who now eternally searched for his child. He would walk about carrying a pair of tiny socks. (the ghost that is) Creepy oooh. Funny funny. Then there was the Nicholson family house that had stood there for ages...and then there were the deaths. (which would take a whole blog to get into) Creepy old island but my friend and I we discovered our own ghost...Duem! An old staff member who supposedly was killed by another staff member.
  I just looove ghost stories don't you? (Crazy grin)
Probably the funniest time we had was when we hid in this building at night and made creepy noises at passing people. Oh us funny kids.

So enough tall tales, here's the continuation of my story.
All my care my little Hauntlings,
Miss CLScarlett

To be continued...

Little Sailing Boat

Lorem...my dear friends,
  (Latin for Hello)
I could definitely be content to live in a house like that, who wouldn't?
  Finally the gloom has broken and my night was filled with half-formed thoughts, strange music and the peculiar memory of me wearing a yellow sun hat and singing a song.
  Odd how some nights are and can blurr about the edges, although I often get the feeling that I'm living the same night over and over again.
 No matter, I feel as clear as that sky this morning.
Probably one of my fondest memories I had was spent with an old friend that I've known for a very long time. It was a few years ago and I joined him for his birthday in which we first went through this haunted house in Surfers' and then through Infinity. But I just had this one clear memory - and if you've been to Infinity, you'll know which room I mean - in which we came to the part of the maze where it's this thin aisle that is encased in mirrors and cold air and echoey music and darting colours, and we just began to laugh and like children chase each other back and forth through that otherworldly room.
  It stands out to me...that time.

So I implore you to read more of my book, and hope you enjoyed the last section.

Much love my seagulls,
Miss CLScarlett xx

To be continued... xx

The Peculiar case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde...

Greetings!! To the place of un-asked questions and strange laughter, hope you are well my friends,
  This part of my story begins to cover the whole theory of split personalities. Anyone read Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde? No memory of the horrible things he does he slowly loses himself while trying to hold onto his humanity and not give in to his beast-side. That's a theme I'm posing - of a sort - in my novel.
  Things tend to lead round and round in the same circles in this life, why not become split? In fact the media stereotype of writers is quite appealing and disturbing somewhat. That they need alcohol or a poison to help them write - and even if it doesn't they always do it anyway - their eccentric, keep to themselves and usually have terrible book sales and end up going mad with split personalities in which they stop thinking their story is fake and in the end find themselves killing people...dadada. Perhaps my favourite version of this idea is 'Secret Window' with Johnny Depp.

  So enough chatter, and I hope you are still enjoying this,

Much love darlings,
Miss CLScarlett xx

 

To be continued....

Mad Scientists ride some Sharks...yeahh cowboy!

Woo woo someone's in a bad mood today - or maybe it's just the weather: I'll give you one guess...gloomy? Dark? Hmmmm, well I think you might just be right.
  Have you ever thought about the origin of time????????????????????
I haven't. (Hehee) Okay, I'll stop.
Anyways much and many hellos my darlings.
  What I have been thinking of lately is something I've been processing for a while. Basically the idea of going mad...in a good way. Do you ever hear about those philosophers or inventors who go insane or even if you think of the ones in movies or book who do? I've begun to think that maybe it's the case that those thinkers and visionaries 'swim' so far out into the 'sea' of knowledge and possibilities that eventually they can see so much and understand it all and that paddling that far out disturbs something deep beneath the sea. That this 'thing' slowly consumes their mind. As though the price for seeing so clearly is the loss of ones' mind. I've heard a similar theory in a splendid book called: The Raw Shark Texts (at least I think that's the name), but it struck me, and I've begun to think would it really be so bad to lose yourself and become a bit mad so that you could see it all and understand it?
  Deeeep thoughts, hope the sharkies don't bite too soon though, or else you'll never get the end of my story.
Speaking of which, here...it is....

All my love fellow mad scientists,
Miss CLScarlett x

To be continued... 

Dark Boxes and Flying Cats

Innn a deep dark forest there was a deep dark hut and in the deep dark hut there was a deep dark room and in the deep dark room there was a deep dark cupboard and in the deep dark cupboard there was a deep dark box and in the deep dark box there was a deep dark book and in the deep dark book there was a deep dark page and on the deep dark page there was a picture of a deep dark forest and....

  Don't worry, I won't go on, (hehee), but it's fun...

How are you my preciousezz? (cat purrs contentedly)
Thank-goodness you're still all with me - though I suspected :D - again...it's raining, and again...it's gloomy. Only one place I ever went to where the rain wasn't gloomy.
  It was a few weeks I spent in Bali in which the rain seemed almost magical. Then again everything about that place did. Like there was this one night where I was waiting for my family on this swing set in a small area and out of nowhere these two Balinese women turn up and without blinking began to swing with me. I couldn't understand everything they said, but they (and I) were just happy to be there. It's their smiles I think, like coming home, and strangely they actually thought I was there on my honeymoon....funnyfunnny...love that place.

  Okay I'll stop yapping and let you sink back into the story...

All my love all you Catz and Baskerville Hounds,
Miss CLScarlett xx

                                                                

To be continued....

We need to be Suns...cause the sky is crying...

Well helloee my ones,

  (Evil glint in eyes), It seems you are drawn back here again and again like flies in the web I've spun. (Evil glint turns to manic glint as laughing hysterically)

  The days are gloomy where I live and oh so quiet and cold, but isn't cold beautiful sometimes?
 I also had a revelation...about de ja vu. (By the way, holler if you lovelove that movie) But really if you think about things like Dementia victims or those with memory diseases, you begin to wonder...(and I did wonder) What if for these people it's like living in a constant state of de ja vu, where you have the suspicion that you're forgetting and missing something vital and alarming but mostly you can't grasp what it is and so continue on your merry old way. You would never know.
  Ahh it freaked me out one time when I had a de ja vu feeling that I'd already done the same thing three times before...and then it happens again. Like a, triple-decker de ja vu. What's your take on the whole thing? What weird experiences have you had? :]
   Anyways, enough talk and here's the next part of my book....

All my kisses little Suns,
Miss CLScarlett xx

To be continued....

The Beginning of an End: Begins....(epic music)

   Okayyy, so I lied ....

I didn't post some of my story yesterday and I just know that my billions of followers are devastated and having murderous thoughts towards me but I think we'll all survive. (Jokeseez) 

  So below is the first part of my novel, and please don't freak out because of how much seems to be there, just humour me by reading it and letting me know how the experience is going. Like everything else in my life this novel is also in transit and I'm eager for any advice. Namely, I'm debating on if I should keep the Prologue or just start at Part One.

  Ah and here's a question for all you potential readers: 

   What makes you want to read a story? Like what makes you want to keep reading a story? What sparks your interest?

  So it's something to think about, hope at least some of you like the story so far.

Much love mufinnzes,

Miss CLScarlett  xx

To be continued....dadadaaaa

Pacifying your writer demons

Hey there!

  I'm a Pisces-yet-to-be-convinced, definitely-going-to-be-published writer, to-be military cook and half-qualified Pastry chef.
  As you can see my life is in transit and I'm busting to get the Hell out of this airport terminal. But patience is a virtue (although so is humility and love yet you never hear people saying: love is a virtue or humility is a virtue).
  So my goal with this blog is a three part event over the following year:
One: Expand and create a magnificent writing network of publishers, editors, critiques and agents or whoever else in between who will shoot me towards my distant goal of publication.
Two: To blog sections of my book (and please, do not steal my work because if you do I have a WHOLE bunch of ghosts I know from an island I used to hang on who would love to haunt your cupboard or bathroom), in order to try and find people that don't think my writing is completely hideous.
Three: To rage to whoever is out there about the minuscule details that we find hilariously engaging about each others' life.

  So this is my project and I hope it makes you chuckle. Tomorrow I shall insert my first book entry of a book that is the first part of a series. The book is called: The Beginning of an End.

   I will write to you soon and all my love blossoms,

Miss CLScarlett xx