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30 Day Blogging Challenge – Day 15/16

The best thing to happen to you this week?

I skipped another day, I know and also the best thing to happen to me this week hasn’t actually happened yet.  
I’m going to Melbourne with Mark and I honestly cannot wait.  It’ll be great to just get away and have some time off to relax. I’m long due a proper holiday, I think.  Sure I didn’t work for two months last year but that was not by choice so I wasn’t really relaxing.  
The end of last year was crap to put it lightly, well at least October, November was pretty bad. To be honest 2014 in some ways was a very tough year.  There were some bright spots during the year but it was still very rocky with work and all that, so for me to get to the point that I’m at now is amazing really.  
It’s all God, I can tell you that now.  He has had His hand on me the whole time. He has carried me through the hard times and I’m here now able to look forward to a lovely holiday with the most important person in my life. 
So, yes, going away with my man will be the best thing to happen this week. 
Though up to now, the best thing would be not having to pay for my car service from a few weeks ago.  My mum is pretty great. 
Three things you are proud about your personality

Well, put aside the pride thing, I think the things I feel good about my personality? 
1.  I think I’m generally a positive person, or at least I try to be.  It’s something I have to work on, but I always find that it helps make me feel more positive when I act it.
2.  I’m a good listener, and I am willing to give of my time.  I think also my patience ties in with this as well.  Again something I have to work on because though it may not be obvious to others, I can become impatient with people.  I guess I’ve gotten better at not being impatient.  
3.  I’m resilient.  Or at least I believe I’m more so now.  I’m always smiling even when I don’t feel it.  I guess I’m really private with my emotions and maybe that’s not always a good thing, but along with the being positive thing…I think that smiling actually helps.  Oneself and others.  
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30 Day Blogging Challenge – Day 14

Something disgusting you do 

[Yes, I know I skipped a day yesterday, but I didn’t get a chance to get on the blog so here it is today.]

Something disgusting? I pick the skin on my hands and feet.  Maybe not so digusting, but it’s a terrible habit…and I’m trying not to do it.  [Trying and failing….] I think I remember when I started doing it.  When I was doing the mail at STAWA back in 2010-2011, the tips of my fingers started to get dry and cracked…so it went from there.

But, then again it could stem from something I used to do as a kid, which was to put pva glue on my hands then let it ‘dry’ then peel it off…

Haha.  Illuminating, perhaps?

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30 Day Blogging Challenge – Day 13

A date you would love to go on

Hmmm, a date I would love to go on?  That’s a tough one, because I think my idea of dating is a little different to what society frames dating as.  Dating to me is just spending time with the man I love so I can get to know him more.

But, if I could choose something special?  Going out together to something we both enjoy, like the footy or theatre…

Oh, wait…we’re doing that twice next week!

There you go.  There’s my answer.

Another short one, but I’ve got Anzac Day on the brain right now.  So, let me take you on a tangent for a moment, since I’ve mentioned the footy.

Collingwood beating Essendon today made me somewhat emotional.  Perhaps it’s just the flow on effect of the Dawn Service and the added atmosphere of the ceremony at the ground, but it really moved me today.

I don’t think I’ve ever been as vocal whilst watching my boys play on TV.  Not in some time at least.  And the number of first timers and young players…and Cloke’s two goals from set shots.  Take that haters!

I cannot wait for the game next Friday.  Bring on the Blue-baggers.  We can take them on.  I’m cautiously optimistic.  Gosh…I’m going to be at the G for the second time [and then a third] in my life.  Can not wait.

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30 Day Blogging Challenge – Day 11

Your current relationship 

What to say about this?
Well for starters.  It is obvious that God’s hand is all over it.  I have never, never felt this way about a guy before.  Not even my ex. Not that I didn’t love my ex at the time. Not that he wasn’t meant to be a part of my life as God brings every person you meet into your life for a reason.  But, I didn’t feel the way that I do now about man now.
Anyway, that’s my ex.
I’m supposed to be talking about my current relationship.
As of Sunday the 26th of April Mark and I will have been together for four months. We are very serious.  I can see myself with this man for the rest of my life; that tells you how serious I am.  It’s hard to put into words how he makes me feel, suffice to say that he makes me smile all the time, and I can’t stop talking about him to my friends and colleagues.  All good stuff by the way.  
He complements me like I can’t believe, and we share a lot of the same interests.  
The thing is, my feelings run so deep that words don’t do my relationship any justice, whatsoever.  It’s an adventure, every day, new and exciting.  And we’ve already proven, I think that we’ll be there for each other when it matters the most.  
So…..I really don’t know what else to say.  Except that I love him with all my heart.  And I want to spend the rest of my life with him.
Wow….that was sappy….lol.  Well, better to be straight out about it, hey?
Oh, by the way, we’re going to see Avengers: Age of Ultron tonight.  Movie date night 😀 
Oh, and Mark can sing.  Bonus points. Hehe… 😀
*i probably used a million superlatives just then….
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30 Day Blogging Challenge – Day 10

Your views on drugs and alcohol

Drugs and alcohol?
Well let’s go alphabetically and touch on what I think about alcohol.
Moderation.  That’s the name of the game.  I drink alcohol occasionally, at a nice dinner, or if I’ve been invited to a tour of wineries.  Because who doesn’t taste the wine on a wine tour?
However, I don’t drink just for the sake of drinking.  You see, I actually lack the enzyme that helps break down alcohol – alcohol dehydrogenase – which results in me getting a flushed reaction when drinking alcohol.  This can happen even after one glass of wine.  So, I don’t tend to drink more than one glass because of this.

I see no need to drink so much that I can’t see straight [I have enough problems with my eyes without doing that].  Though I have been drunk several times. But, both times were unintentional, and from drinking something stronger than wine – vodka jelly shots come to mind.

When I was younger, 18-20, I did go clubbing and I did drink a bit – vodka crusiers mainly, with a few Smirnoff’s, and cowboy shots thrown in.  But, I got over that quick – and my group of friends were sensible drinkers.  Nowadays I drink as I believe, in moderation.  There have been a couple of stressful times in the last few years that I bought myself some Cruisers and had two in one sitting…but, I had food with them…so that was alright.

So.  Alcohol.  Drink in moderation and you’ll be fine.

Oh.  But…DO NOT DRINK AND DRIVE.  It’s not worth it.

Okay, on a more sober note.  Drugs.  Now let’s assume that this is not referring to medication.  Because my opinion on medication is: Use it if you are prescribed it by your doctor, and don’t be an idiot about it.

But, drugs, as in illicit drugs?  Well, my views?  They’re harmful.  Period  Don’t take them. Don’t be an idiot.  Just don’t.  I mean, I understand that they’re addictive, and once someone has started it’s difficult to break the cycle.  Here’s an idea.  Don’t take them in the first place and don’t let people pressure you into taking them. [I know there are situations where it’s something that can’t be controlled, ie. infants being born with addictions, so they’re kind of lost from the beginning…]

What about medicines that become addictive?  Well, go and do what Alex O’Loughlin did, and book yourself into rehab as soon as it becomes a problem.  Don’t give into it, do something about it.  

And all this business about medicinal maurijuana? I’m sorry.  But, I don’t think it should be used for medicinal purposes.  Unless they can get it to a point where it is medically viable and proven to be so on a sample size that is statisically viable.

But, anyway…my views on drugs?  Mostly negative.  Don’t do drugs.

[This has been a late night rant…ha.]



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Inspiration! Or is writing in first person from a guy’s point of view really that hard?

Let me give you this artsy photo of Pierre Bouvier to inspire you…in some way.  Not sure how, but just go with it.
So, thanks to random Simple Plan happenings I finally got some inspiration for Jars of Clay.  No, no relation to the band.  Jars of Clay is my latest Simple Plan story.  By latest, I began writing it a year ago when I was in one of my most creative periods.  I came up with several other ideas during that period as well, none of which are cooperating with me at the moment. 

To be honest, if the guys weren’t in the studio, this particular story may have stagnated; but seeing the photo updates from the studio has given me a push and dropped ideas in my mind again.

Pause to enjoy this photo of Pat, Chuck and Pierre….

Anyway, that’s actually not what I wanted to touch on in this post.  Jars of Clay is written in first person point of view, which isn’t as easy as some would think.  First of all, writing from this pov means you can only write from the pov’s point of view.  So, you can’t get inside the head of other characters.  I found that difficult when I began writing years ago, but I’ve improved sight unseen.

The other thing that was the norm in the early days of my writing was that I tended to write from the female perspective, or when I did switch to a male there was no discernible difference.  Which made for wooden characters.  Now though, I believe I’m improving my ability to give my characters their own voice.  It’s still not easy and I’m sure most of my narrators still have some of me in them, but I’m trying.  
But the biggest thing is trying to write in the voice of a male.  Without sounding like a female trying to write as a male…if you get my meaning.  I mean, maybe I should just take a leaf out of that author who wrote A Song of Ice and Fire and remind myself that I am writing from the perspective of a person who has wants and needs and desires and goals that are all their own and no one else’s.  And not worry too much about gender, except when it comes to those things only certain genders can do.  If you know what I mean…  
I’m not really sure where I’m going with this, so have one more unnecessary photo of Simple Plan. 

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Jars of Clay – Simple Plan Fanfiction – Chapter One

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The ending is not the beginning repeating

Los Angeles
9th May 2014


Pierre called me. A first in a million years. I know. Exaggeration, but seriously. It’s not like we really had much to talk about in the last…lifetime. Not really. Not after all the lies. The betrayal. The hurt. Which, to be fair, wasn’t my fault. Nor his. It wasn’t anyone’s fault, really. Well, not anyone that actually mattered.

David once said to me that it was the industry that was the problem. Profound for someone who had difficulty pinning things down at the best of times. Though at the same time not surprising, since he is a creative at heart. Pierre is too. Chuck on the other hand is a more logical person and that’s why he and Pierre clashed at the moments that counted. Seb and Jeff? Well, they were, are, a mix. And, oddly they were the least effected. Or, apparently so.

Anyway… Pierre called me. Wanting to talk. About an idea he had. Oh, and the fact that it was his birthday and he wanted to catch up.

I’m thirty-five, Pat…and none of us are getting any younger… His words. And, so true. Though sometimes I feel a hundred years old after everything that’s happened.

I guess I’m not making much sense, am I? What am I even talking about? Well, perhaps I should start by saying that this is a story about a band. No. That’s wrong. It’s a story about five young men who thought they were a band. I mean, they were a band. But…it’s complicated.

Oh, and it’s my story too. Though, I’m more a bystander than anything. Pierre would vehemently disagree with that. And so would the fans. They call me the sixth member of Simple Plan. Kind of them…and not something I take lightly.

I see myself more as the person who’s here to tell their story. Makes sense, right? I was their web guy, and merch guy, and videographer, before they went all pro…well, before management pushed me out. I’m not bitter. Many would say I’d be entitled to the emotion. I gather they just didn’t want me looking too closely. Not that they needed to worry about me.

Pierre Bouvier was the crack in the perfect vessel that the Label had created…

* * *

I was telling you Pierre called me, and I never did get to the point, did I? Well, we talked about banal things, as you do. And then Pierre dropped the bombshell.

Chuck and I are getting together to write songs.

I’m still trying to get my head around that.

The traffic right now is going slow as I sit here on the highway. However, it’s still going faster than my brain. I’m on my way to Pierre’s to find out what the Hell is going on. I don’t even want to hazard a guess… it’s too shocking if I’m going to be completely honest about it.

My phone buzzed at me. Shifting gears and checking my Bluetooth connection, I answered with a grunt.

“Where are you?” Pierre.

“Stuck in traffic, dude.” I grimaced at the long line of cars ahead of me, no end in sight. “I’ll be there when I can…”

“Get some beer; David just rocked up in a complete mess.” Pierre sounded distracted, which wouldn’t be surprising if what he said was true.

“David’s in L.A.?” I said and shook my head, squeezing the steering wheel.

“Yeah. He lives here, remember?”

I scratched my cheek as I finally passed the tollbooth. “I didn’t forget. He was away.”

Pierre scoffed and said, “Right. Well, see you soon.” He hung up after that and I heaved a sigh as I continued to wait for the traffic to move.

* * * * *

A million years later… well, again, not really… and I could see the apartments where Pierre lived with his special girl. No, he hasn’t a girlfriend. I’m referring to Delilah his Chihuahua. I sat for a moment in the guest parking chewing over what I was likely to witness. And as I sat there a beat up rental pulled up next to me, and a familiar bald scalp came into view. I blinked then rolled down my window.

“Stinco?”

Jeff halted next to my window and smiled as he said, sounding equally as surprised, “Pat? Did Pierre call you too?”

I nodded as I got out of my car. “He tell you what he’s up to?”

“Yeah, and I don’t get it. But, guess we’ll find out what’s doing, eh?”

Slapping my palms together, I felt like my head was going to fall off my shoulders as I made my way for the entrance.

Pierre was standing there. He must’ve seen us pull into the parking bays.

“Dude, where’s the beer?”

I groaned, shaking my head and slapping him on the shoulder as I walked past him. “Hi to you too, Pierre.”

He half smiled as he tapped his fist to Jeff’s. “Took your time.”

I rolled my eyes as I took the stairs to his floor two at a time; his statement wasn’t even worth a response. And, I really just wanted to get this over with. Whatever this even was.

“And you couldn’t even get the beer.”

Stopping at the top of the stairs, I turned to face him, feeling this sudden wave of anger rush through me. Irrational, I know, but I had just driven for God knew how long to find out what the Hell he was up to and I was in no mood to be treated as if this was some normal visit.

His pupils dilated as he must’ve seen some of what I was feeling flash across my face.

“Fuck you, Bouv. I didn’t come over here to be nagged.” Pierre recoiled at my words, opening his mouth to protest; but I didn’t let him get a word in. “If you want me to stay, you could at least be civil.” I turned and stomped into his apartment, not realising a shocked David was standing just by the door.

I only realised when he was suddenly wrapped around my shoulders and his too loud voice was in my ear.

“Hey, dude! Dude! You’re finally here!”

I smiled as I managed to extricate myself from his arms and turned to face him. David hadn’t changed, much. His hair was longer, though. And he looked older. But, didn’t we all?

“David.” I couldn’t really think of anything to say, so just nodded at him. He didn’t seem fazed, though, grinning at me before spinning on his heels and heading further into the apartment.

I followed him into a spacious living room, dominated by the grand piano that Pierre had purchased in a fit of passion a couple of years earlier. I remembered asking him why he bothered. He just shrugged and said he thought it looked cool…

David plopped himself down on the bench, kicking his feet out.

“Been a long time, man.”

I nodded as I remained standing in the middle of the room. “Yeah, I never did call you.” And I felt bad about it.

“You were hurt as much as the rest of us,” Pierre said as he and Jeff joined us. If that wasn’t the truth, I really don’t know what was. But, I believed I’d moved on from all that.

I shook my head, slowly. “It’s no excuse, though.”

Pierre clapped a hand to my shoulder and said, “Maybe not. But you always come back to us.” My brow furrowed at his words. He gave me a meaningful look as Chuck walked through the door that lead to the kitchen, carrying a case of beer.

“Hey, Pat…a little help here?”

I allowed myself a small chuckle as I went over to relieve him of his load. He heaved a sigh and smiled at me muttering his thanks. I nodded, setting the case down on top of the piano. David raised his eyebrows at me. I ignored him as I snagged a bottle and turned to face Chuck, and Pierre.

The latter was leaning against the large windows, facing away from me, his brows down over his eyes, expression dark.

“You going to talk, Bouv?” I said. His shoulders lifted as his eyes slewed toward me.

“Must think I’m crazy, Pat. After what I said.”

I smirked. “You and Chuck, writing.”

Pierre tilted his chin down. “Oui. You know how things were between us.” He rubbed at the back of his neck. A nervous gesture, I knew. He closed his eyes then said, “We’ve come a long way from the kids we were back then…”

I had to agree with that.

We were too young to know what we really wanted back then.

Too young.

Too naïve…
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Jars of Clay – Simple Plan FanFiction – Master Post

So, I would love to share with you one of my band fictions.  This is one I began writing last year almost a year ago.  I’m only just getting back into it as I’ve had no inspiration.  But, for some reason inspiration struck today.  So, here we go.

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Jars of Clay

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The band is manufactured and the world doesn’t know it. Pierre Bouvier is beginning to become disillusioned with the charade and cracks are beginning to show.

This story will be recounted by the band’s closest friend and confidant, Patrick Langlois, and will document the rise and fall of one of the most beloved pop punk bands in the world.

For like jars of clay, they were broken, discarded…but Pierre isn’t going to give up on them. He is going to pick up the pieces and put them back together again. To create a beautiful, real, thing.

  1. The ending is not the beginning repeating