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CONTEST!

Posted: May 12, 2013 by Angel Young in Uncategorized
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First contest, ladies and gents! And it’s pretty simple – see that little link to the left, that leads you to my Facebook like page (Misadventures of a Misfit)? Go like it! Then read the post pinned to the top about this Facebook focused contest:

Immortal Rules

I have this awesome copy of The Immortal Rules by Julie Kagawa to give away. Let’s get this page to 100 likes!  Here’s what YOU need to do, and it’s pretty simple:

Your name will be entered once for every day you share this photo, limited to one share per day.
For every friend you get to like this page, two entries (they need to post on here who referred them so I can count the vote).
You get an automatic entry for liking this post!

A random number generator will choose the winner, to be fair.

Contest ends next Sunday, when I announce the winner!

So get to it, folks!! This is a Facebook focused contest, not Wordpress. So open up your Facebook and get to work! SHARE! LIKE! GET YOUR BUDDIES AND FELLOW READERS INVOLVED!

 

~Angel

It’s a Writer’s Life for Me.

Posted: April 28, 2013 by Angel Young in Uncategorized
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Storytelling has always been for me a processskeletalromance of putting on skins; of living lives and dying deaths that belong to somebody else. And the more unlike me I look with these borrowed faces the more interested I am to see the world through their eyes.

So, I’ve been a bit busy sifting through the chaos, as you can tell. Trying to rebuild the blog into something worthy of my little Misfits (because you guys deserve the very best), making a miserable attempt at recovering from this biopsy, and all around making the honest attempt to rebuild my life. My best of friends, the Great and Powerful Brittaney, has been coming over once a week to help me out with some things I’m behind on. Once I can get stabilized, I can focus all attention on writing, artwork, and photography. But, as much as it will disappoint some people to read this, I’m getting to the point I know I need to focus on writing. THAT is my priority, at the end of the day. It’s a Writer’s Life For Me, not  a Photographer or Artist. Those are great. Those will always be a part of me, and always be something I do. Yet, when it comes down to it.. Writing is my main focus. And thus, I must do just that – focus.

This week, I have a lot to get accomplished. I have to get back on my goal of regularly editing and sending chapters to my Beta Reader so this round of revisions will be DONE and I can, ya know, move forward with this project. Fingers crossed, lovelies! I have all sorts of ideas buzzing in this skull of mine, some of which are demanding my attention.

Also, lots of organization is being done, which pretty much boils down to me having a lot of chaos in attempts to NOT have a lot of chaos (wait – what?), not to mention we’re getting a pool (my rheumatologist is thrilled), and I have lots of vacation planning and other lovely stresses. Well, vacation isn’t stressful. WAITING is stressful. Because I’m ready to pack my bags and leave. I’m an adventurer, really. I like to gogogogo. It’s my gypsy soul. But more on that another day.

OH! Annnnd if you lovely Misfits could do me a solid, once my Misadventures of a Misfit page hits 100 ‘likes’ on Facebook, I’ll start working on my contests and whatnot, as well as buttons and making this the OFFICIAL DOT COM of yours truly. Woo!

Anywho, my brain is all excited and ready to work on something productive while I’m feeling alright and before I head to bed.

Drop me some ideas in the comments of what sort of prizes and contests you guys would dig!

~Angel

You could draw attention with the pen that you hold.

Posted: August 1, 2012 by Angel Young in Uncategorized
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“The fire’s only half dead, how many angels can you fit on a match head?”

Trying, trying, trying… Even though everything seems to keep falling apart, even though every time I think I have one problem out of the way, I turn around and have six more problems on top of the previous problems. Mounting stress. Worry, concern, anxiety. Eating me up. Making me nuts. Killing the passion, the drive, the fire that used to burn so bright inside of me. I wish I could just stop and focus again. I used to do so well, used to get so much done. But I never have time to shoot or draw or paint or, most importantly – write. I NEED to write. I need to shoot. I need to focus. But I’ve been working too much, stressing too much, hurting too much..

“I’m feeling like I’m half dead.”

Mysterious Sickness of Doom just won’t go away. I just can’t seem to make myself feel any better, then find out more things are wrong. More procedures, more doctors, more test. I’m tired of it all. I just want to be better again. I want to go home from work and not feel like I’m going to die because my body hurts too much.

“I’d tell you the truth but I don’t wanna upset you friend.
I’d tell you “Go to hell” but Satan wouldn’t let you in.
He’d say that you’re an evil man amongst evil men,
And when you need a friend you can seek him then.”

I’m tired of the bad guy winning lately. Tired of people destroying my chances to move forward. Not just me bitching that someone else is holding me back – I mean LITERALLY, people getting themselves into some huge mess and somehow dragging me into said mess. It’s never ending. And it pulls some domino effect stuff on the rest of my life, leaving me lost on what to do next when I was so sure I had a game plan in mind.

In other news…

My friend Skylar, aka the FABULOUS model Little Red ( Go like her on Facebook!), started living with me this week, and we’re officially moving her stuff tomorrow with the help of our mutual friend (and my bestie) Brittaney – aka other fab model, Daisy Von Doom ( Annnnd go like her on Facebook as well). Also, we’re redoing my bathroom. Well, starting on it at least. So yeah. Shit is craaazy right now.

More news, hopefully less whiney, later.

~Angel