Formerly From The Mind of Woggs, and before that Quotidian Queen.
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The Biography
Now twenty, she was thrown over a bridge as an infant and saved by a paddle of ducks, who later took her in. She was returned to the human world a few years later, at which point she discovered literacy and Microsoft Word; her life was forever changed.
She enjoys reading (obsessively), writing (sporadically), mexican food, and fuzzy socks.
She dislikes math, shedding season, and the high mortality rate of plot bunnies.
Current Status: Studying abroad in England. Taking creative writing classes in the land that produced some of the best authors this side of the hemisphere. Heck. Yes. Won't be back till February. Toodlepip until then!
The Stories
General note: As many of you (probably don't) know, I attend college full time as a creative writing major, and folks - it kicks my butt. I love it dearly, but the full load of classes, homework, and extracurriculars leaves me precious little time to pursue activities such as writing stories (that aren't due in class, anyway). My life in general is consistently busy. Updating is sparse. I'm aware of this, and I apologize. I try my best. That'll have to suffice for now.
Ties That Bind: Love this story already. I've made a good start on the second chapter. It should be coming out soon.
The Dreaming Tree: A poem I'm actually slightly proud of... I think the media needs to be alerted to the fact that the world has just ended.
Nadir: A lot of people have asked me about the title. Here's a hint: consult with a Mr. Merriam-Webster (or with a Mr. Oxford-English, whichever you prefer) and take a look at the second definition. That would be an indication (not to mention a huge foreshadowing for future events).
Scars: More or less dead in the water. I appreciate the reviews and the warm reception, but I haven't had any interest in this story in quite a long time. Maybe someday I'll attempt a re-write, but as of now I'm moving on to other projects.
Run, Little Girl: Depressing? Creepy? Morbid? Yes! Believe it or not, I was not in my "dark place" when I wrote it. I was simply thinking about my grandpa, who passed away about a year ago, which led me to thoughts of death, and how swift it really is. This poem is one take on it. The first two lines in each stanza tell a story, a journy, if you will, of a girl. The last two lines in each stanza are basically death's response to what's happening. Weird, but hey... not too bad considering I threw it together in about ten minutes.
In the Blink of an Eye: Completely pointless humor without a plot to hinder it. I don't plan on adding on to this, but you never know what'll happen (especially since I never planned on writing it in the first place).
Summer School: DISCLAIMER: This was written when I was fourteen years old, and while I did revise parts of it before posting it on this site (maybe four years ago) it stayed essentially the same. Please don't penalize me for the crappy writing. It was my first major project. There are parts of it that have merit, but on the whole it's... well, it's the work of a fourteen year old. Just keep that in mind.
The Muse
His name is Woggs, and he is very fickle. He'll get me started on a project and then take an extended sabbatical right when things are getting interesting. Please try to be patient with him. He has commitment issues. Any stories that are, at the moment, unfinished, will not remain so forever, even if updating takes a good amount of time.
In the Works
(Tentative) Title: A Mother's Madness
Genre: Er... Creepy?
Category: General (One-shot)
Summary: Everything in his life was comfortable: his work, his home, his friends. He had everything in order. Well, until his mother started talking to trees. Then nothing made sense anymore.
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Title: Of Beans and Fried Rice
Genre: Humor
Category: Young Adult
Summary: - Tedious, embarrassing, and gruesomely boring are only a few words Celia Chávez would use to describe the weekly "family dinners" her mother hosts at their home every Friday. Now, mix in a dubious family feud, a mother on the border of manic depression, a meddling aunt, and a disastrous blind date, which may very well cause Celia to swear off guys forever (and possibly lead to sexual harrassment charges), and what do you get? Why, sheer lunacy of course! Dysfunctional families never were so fun...
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(Tentative) Title: Silhouette
Genre: Fantasy / Abstract
Category: General (One-shot)
Summary: By morning she was gone. Gone to be with her man on the moon.
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