Off the side of the earth apparently.
Remember that sinus infection I had last week? Well, the medicine I was on was messing with me internally, and yesterday after class, I came home, and about ten minutes later, all my joints were stiff and I laid in bed for an hour, unable to move.
Eventually I got up, but I felt like an old lady. Turns out, I developed a fever.
So, between that and catch-up on classes, I've been all over the place. I promise, real post tomorrow!
Off the side of the earth apparently.
Posted by Laura Toeniskoetter at 5:33 PM
Well, for the few of you that may actually wonder what I'm sick with....
It's a dang sinus infection. I've got medicine now (yay friends with cars!) and I fully plan to go to class today. I've missed too much already this semester (and we haven't even had a full five day school week yet).
But, that's not the point of this post. The point of this post is about my book, you know, The Assassin. The one I've been working on for five and a half years. At some point most people would give up, right? I haven't gotten that idea through my thick skull yet. Oh well.
Anyways, back in December, after months of suggesting the idea, I finally agreed with a former friend that the book would work wonderfully as a New Adult book.
For those of you scratching your heads going "New Adult?" I'm here to explain. New Adult is basically the bridge between young adult and adult. It's aimed at late teens, early twenties. Kind of like a college age genre. Abbi Glines, a wonderful lady I interviewed in 2011 here on the blog, is a new adult author.
And I guess I am now too. But, of course, the graphic designer in me decided that with this reinvention of the book, I needed a new pitch and a new cover. Not sure how much I like the cover now, but I recently did one a few months ago that I could still use.
Born to be a special kind of agent, Cassie Dreandry has spent her life being the perfect little cover up for the United States government. Protocol might as well be her middle name, but after one mission that goes terribly wrong, Cassie must find the man who stole one of the biggest gems in the world.Finding him isn’t the hard part; her interest in him is a mutual one. He’s got skills that only come from the agency, and soon Cassie realizes that this rouge agent who went solo could black mark her for life. It’s during a chance meeting with him that she becomes the target of an even more dangerous man.Now, with a stalker on her tail, and a rouge agent trying to play the super hero, Cassie is framed for a string of murders contributed to someone simply known to the public as the Assassin. Banned from the agency while they investigate it, Cassie has one chance to prove that she’s innocent and find the killer. Without the resources of the agency, she’s forced to become a better agent than any agency could ever make.
To read the first two chapters, click here.
Dear back, I'm sorry for the pain I'm putting you through by carrying a laptop, three spirals, and three textbooks up the giant hill.
Dear feet, tomorrow is Saturday. You'll get a break from constantly standing.
Dear bangs, I know I screwed you up, big time. Please be good and grow. Quickly.
Dear employers, I'd really like it if you made me a permanent employee. I like my job. A little too much to be temporary.
Dear seventeen hour semester, please, don't put me six feet under. Let's just go three feet under. I can sort of still breathe there.
Dear dystopian idea in my head, why? I have no time to write you at all.
Dear dorm room, pick yourself up. I have no energy to pick up myself.
Dear classmates, I know, I must be bad for missing the first day of class, but I swear! I had a legit reason. Don't judge.
Dear wallet, somehow, I managed to clean you up. Stay that way please.
Dear readers, it's been a really long week. So here's to the weekend!
Lately, I've found myself really listening to the lyrics in songs. I listen to my iPhone while I walk around campus, and honestly, I'm not one for quotes. People can rattle off quotes, I can rattle lyrics. So, I thought I'd share some of the ones that have really been sticking with me lately.
I've been dropped and there's a scar
Where, my heart was broke before
But in the end
I'll worth a whole lot more
"Used" - Ashley Monroe
Watch the video
"Sooner or later
You're gonna come around and you'll be sorry
When you figure out
That I was always everything that you needed
Sooner or later you're gonna wish you had me
Yeah, you're gonna wish you had me."
Was loving one man just a little too much"
If you go before I do
I'm gonna tell the gravedigger that be better dig two.
Well, it won't be whiskey, it won't be meth,
It'll be your name on my last breath.
If divorce or death ever do us part,
The coroner will call it a broken heart."
"Better Dig Two" - The Band Perry
watch the video
Have you had any songs that have really struck home lately?
The past week, I've been interning at a small little advertising agency. It's fifteen people at best and no pay. But I've had a blast. Today's my last day and I'm sad to leave. Crossing my fingers I can come back.
But this past week has taught me a lot about creatives. Sure, I'm a creative myself, but I like to think I grew up in a unique situation for a creative. Both my parents are more math and science oriented. I love my dad, but he wouldn't know what creativity was if it slapped him in the face. My mom was an elementary education major with an emphasis in math. She's not the most creative person in the world, but she's a whole lot closer to that label than my dad is.
My parents never stomped out the creativity when it came, but they sure didn't know how to cultivate it. At least not for me. My little sister is a typical artist. She draws. They knew what do to with that. My sister has been doing art classes for a long time.
The creativity I have is a whole lot different. I took a liking to designing and coding back in the sixth grade, and for a year and a half, I ran a website for a singer. Then in eighth grade, the writing bug that I knew was crawling all over me finally bit me, and it's still here.
My parents had no idea what to do with a thirteen year-old who was writing a book about a teenage killer. They didn't know what to do with a kid who sat there picking apart HTML codes.
And my dad's a computer science major.
Like I said, I'm not bashing my parents. I love them. I'm grateful for what they've given me in life.
As I've been working here the past week, I haven't done much, but I've learned a lot about myself.
For instance, I don't know if I'll ever be a full-fledged creative. Growing up in my family, I walked a straight and narrow line between creative and practical (and any real creative will probably agree that the creatives aren't always the practical ones). It's a line I've walked my whole life, and I always seem to straddle that line.
It's a curse and a blessing.
A curse because I doubt I'll ever be able to abandon the "practical" side of myself to dive head first into creativity. A curse because I can't stand other creatives (for the most part) and I find myself surrounded by practicals who don't understand creativity.
A blessing because I can see both sides. A blessing because I feel like it gave me a different type of creativity. A blessing because it made me more passionate about my creativity.
But. I'm a creative.
And I'm so glad about it.
For January, I asked my sponsors to tell y'all a little about themselves and what their New Years' Resolution is.
I want to lose the rest of my weight this year. I want to write more. And I want to live a life of love. I want this year to be the best yet and I want to make a difference in the world around me.
This past weekend, Allie and I spent the weekend taking more pictures.
I know, I know, you're probably thinking "do these girls ever do anything else?"
And the answer is, yes, we do.
We just like this the best.
And seriously, the last time we took photos together was in September. That's four whole freaking months ago! So, we were long over do.
Allie's mom's apartment has an extra room, so Saturday night, we took some bedsheets and made ourselves a little studio.
Guys, I have a serious problem. And I have no idea where it came from.
You see, this past year, I've become a huge football fan. Like, not huge, but a fanatic. Ask my family, ask any of my friends at school, and they'll all tell you.
I'm that fan. The one who gets excited on every play.
Every. Single. Play.
I mean, look at this picture:
Last year, for once in my life, I took the time to come out from behind the camera and let it capture me. And I'll be honest. I became a tiny bit obsessed. Not just with standing in front of it, but holding it in my hands.
It was during my first shoot with Allie. When she saw the pictures I took, she insisted that she should return the favor the next day. And the next day, as we were in the car driving so she could take my photos, I got to hold the fancy camera.
It's a Canon. And I think I snapped about fifty or more photos in the two minute drive from her house to the creek.
And then when I got to finally see the pictures, I was hooked. I wanted a Canon. I loved the sound it made when I hit the button, the way the pictures were so clear compared to my old, beaten up Nikon. And the next time Allie asked if we could do photos, I insisted that she let me use her camera. And I've used it every time since to take pictures of her.
But I owe it to Allie. Up until she made me stand in that freezing cold creek water, I would never imagine I could look so amazing to a camera. I always lived with the philosophy of "if the mirror takes off ten pounds, the camera will add it back, plus another ten."
Over the year, I gained more and more confidence. It shows, every time I stand in front of the camera. Which, given that I'm a blogger, I seem to do it more than I really need to.
2012 was the year I became more comfortable in my own skin. Would I like to lose weight? Well, of course. I mean, that's a new year's resolution of mine. But, I'm comfortable (for the most part) with my body, that I'm not afraid to show it off now.
These photography sessions through out the year taught me how to dress better for shoots, poses that I absolutely love, what works and what doesn't. And they taught me to smile, because I'm the only person who's ever going to be me.