this life for rent

- expand this piece into a bit of fanfiction. No one is going to want to read it but you, and that is okay, because writing should be personal and not about the assumption that every bit of ink put to paper will make one a millionaire.





http://ontd-hogwarts.livejournal.com/20363.html

In my back story for them, Mrs. Norris and Filch grew up together. (At that time she was not Mrs. Norris, but Agatha Babbledock.)

Filch was treated quite poorly as a child, once it was learned he was a squib, by everyone but her. Too shy and lacking any sort of self esteem, Filch never made a move to express his love for her, and she in turn thought it was out of a lack of interest. Eventually, she married Neven Norris and became Mrs. Agatha Norris. She and Filch remained friends, living and working in the tiny village they grew up in.

Unfortunately, not all took kindly to her friendship with a squib. During a heated argument with her sister-in-law, wands were raised in anger and an unfortunate curse was placed upon dear Mrs. Norris, turning her into a cat with an immortal life.

Her sister-in-law tried to reverse the curse before her brother came home, but to no effect. Instead of admitting what she had done, she spread a lie involving Mrs. Norris running off and even went so far as to hide Norris family jewelry to imply she was a thief to boot.

Filch was heartbroken when he heard the news of his dear friend leaving the village without even a good bye. He decided to not go into work for the day and went home to drown his sorrows in firewhiskey instead.

But when he came home, on his doorstep sat the most peculiar looking cat. Filch was never fond of cats, so he shooed it away.

But the next morning the cat was there again, sitting on his doorstep.

And the next.

And the next.

Filch did not know why this blasted beast was obsessed with his doorstep, until the seventh morning came and he heard his dear Agatha's voice.

He ran to the door, only to find the cat sitting there.

Ready to close the door, he heard her speak again. Looking down, he realized it was the cat.

It took a few more weeks before Filch accepted he wasn't going crazy and that this cat was indeed Mrs. Norris communicating telepathically with him.

He brought her in and gave her a home.


And there's a bit involving her sister in law finding out and trying to kill her which leads to Filch and Mrs. Norris running off to Hogwart's where he got his job.

I swear, I should actually write this story out sometime, but I don't think anyone but myself would read them. I guess that is good enough.



That's my story and until Rowling shows up on my doorstep and tells me otherwise I am sticking to it!

Today is Hourly Comic Day! Draw a comic chronicling (really spell check, that is how chronicling is spelled? If you say so.) every hour of your day today. When you are done, you can post your comic over at the forum on Hourly Comics.

http://www.hourlycomic.com/hourlycomicday.html

This is the first Hourly Comic Day I have been aware of before it takes place. Usually, I remember the next day, and while it takes a while for people to post their comics, I felt weird hoping onto the train so late.

It's my first year participating. I'm a little nervous. A lot of people who participate are professionals and thus their talents dwarf my pathetic half assed attempt at drawing significantly.

Right now, I am in a weird state emotionally thanks to HCD. It's been forever since I've picked up a pencil to draw, and today I decide to document the entire day in comic form. A bit like deciding to run a marathon when you haven't gone for a jog in weeks. So I feel excited to be drawing, but mad at how crap I am at drawing, then ashamed because my drawing is crap due to lack of practice and who do I have to blame for that? Yeah, me.

I'm going to use today as a spring board back into daily drawing. I read a book about writing that suggested for the days you don't write, you have to sit down and write a minimum 250 word excuse as to why you didn't have time to write that day. The logic being, if you are taking the time to write out your excuses, you might as well just write whatever you were working on anyway.

I want to apply a similar application to drawing. On the days when I don't take time to draw, I have to draw a comic explaining why I didn't have time to draw that day.

I don't want to be the best writer or the best comic artist out there. But I do want to be the best writer and best comic artist I am capable of being. Does that make sense?

Welcome to Zombieland article:

http://thehomeworld.net/?p=1974#more-1974


Go. Read. Now.

I'm going to go pass out now. I've never felt like a more dedicated writer than I do right now. It might not be as dedicated as using my body fluids as ink, but it's close, in my opinion. (I'm tooting my own horn because I met deadline while battling a fever and lethargy that refuse to break.)