Dear Diary,

Once upon a time, back in the good old high school days where John and I were much more ambitious and productive and motivated - we egged each other to do this 'chapter a day' kind of thing. Essentially it was to write a snippet of our current WIP and hopefully we'd have written so much that all we had to do was smush it altogether, edit the flying fuck out of it and have our own manuscript. And this was meant to go for every day, and for the days we didn't - we'd have to write a smut fic of a pairing we weren't comfortable at doing (i.e. me with yaoi, and John with writing heterosexual people doing it).

So obviously you can tell that the writing exercise went NOWHERE and that 'project' has been abandoned like many great things-to-be do. However, I found this little excerpt hiding away on my computer and upon reading it - was struck by the nostalgia and fondness of writing things because I could and wasn't held back by my desire to be profound and thought-provoking with EACH PIECE OF WRITING I'LL EVER CONCEIVE and that fear of being all 'herp a derp' like Stephenie Meyer and whatnot.

I dunno, maybe I'm just trying to do some spring-cleaning of my computer and these silly, girlish ideas of me becoming an writer and then actually doing something about it will always remain mutually exclusive.

This is just a backstory info dump, regarding the characters for this WIP I had always wanted to do, something I had been working on since I was a wee little lass in the fourth grade. It was meant to be the first of my mystery series, as well as dealing with the usual shenanigans of primary to high school. Essentially it was my crossover hybrid of the Babysitters Club and Linda Bailey's Stevie Diamond mystery books and a bunch of other things.

You can find other snippets of an old WIP (which I'll probably never get around to working on) here: I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII

Warning: These excerpts are in no chronological order and will probably make no sense, and are unfunny and uninteresting to the average reader. Heed with caution.

( Thinks about this! Chaos means chocolate rains, guys. Chocolate RAIN. )

Dear Diary,

Once upon a time, our protagonist was just doing my usual routine; procrastinating and idly browsing through the internet when she was reading up on the latest update from a blog she obsessively followed. Then, the Great Universe and their BFFL God decided to shine their smiling face upon our main character. By sending this basket full of magical goodies!

( I'm like a lizard. I need something warm underneath me to help me digest. )

Because John asked me to spam and warn the world about this person. So there's an artist called Mijn Schatje. She basically does digital (i.e. vector) prints and such- now with an extensive merchandise, clothing line, and other forms of media pimping.

The only thing wrong with all this, is that apparently the 'subjects' she uses are actually just plain out traces of actual BJD (ball-jointed dolls), which she stole from doll owners/companies.

I like to believe she's the Clemenza to Stephanie Meyer's Don Vito Corleone mafia of epic fail- and getting excessive commercialization for spreading their evil.

The idea of tracing/copying/whatnot is debatable. Personally, I do believe she has a knack for using Photoshop. It's just using these BJD-images without permissing, then not a peep about them at all in her works and even claiming it was all her own original doing. Yeah, artistic license can only go so far, right?

Evidence? View HERE.