Mental Release

Now the rust is out of the pipes, I'll try to write more. 
(P.S: I've been having trouble with my laptop so I have to use a different computer and it messes with my mind.)

Imagine, all the time. Make it loud, make it real. Turn the volume up and get lost in your sound. Sakura rainclouds, drifting on by. Reality doesn’t stand a chance, and that’s the way it should be. Fingers flowing across bowstrings, book pages, typewriter keys, paper. Write your story and leave it behind. Me comes easier than be, if you know what I mean. Heartbeats haunt you, turning into Heart Beasts that chase down the songs you love. White and black, strict lines and the lines become easier to comprehend when you draw them yourself. Take it away and show what always was underneath your skin. Show the raw talent and the perfected product, show the things you know you can do better at, but don’t know how. Take the people that stay, kiss their cheeks, and let them go. It’s the critics you need to win over. Change isn’t easy, but it needs to happen. Let them go and let then grow. Golden leaves flowing in the green breeze, a zephyr of thought blowing everything else away. Storms roll on and leave memories of their silver linings, echoes of their golden noises. Watch the instruments and fade in, fade out as you dance across the keys, a perfect miniature. Listen to the voices change. Don’t look behind, and don’t get stuck down on earth. Dancing angels across my screen, and I see red through the black, with stars scattering every which way. Windows open, and can’t be seen through. When fresh and new meets old and wise, one will learn and one will break. Surprise, surprise, you will never know which one. Yellow and orange, take it away and leave my mind for a while. All these lines, as if they are drawn across my skin, give me peace, give me rest from my restless thoughts. Now take them, and go, repeat these ideas you don’t understand, because that is how you will realize why they were written. 

Mary Doodles and Apologies, once again

I'm so sorry I can't seem to find the time to post anymore!
I had an awesome summer camp in which many interesting and sad and wonderful things happened, and then I got my new bow. I got back on the fourth from SoCal, and now I don't have any abstract shorts to give you.
But!
I found a Youtube channel I really liked!
Here is a sample video!

Her name is Mary Doodles and if I had money and her email, all of her art would be on all of my walls.
So, check that out, and hopefully in the eight days before my next summer thingy I have to do, I can get you some abstract shorts.
Please love me patiently,
Ivey/Becky

On-The-Road Concert

Dearest of dear readers: My mother the Queen, my brother Superman, and I just now went on a trip. It wasn't long, thirty or so minutes there and thirty or so minutes back, and I let Superman have the front seat so I could be all alone in the back. Well, I put on a new playlist on my iPod, and listened to it on the way there and back. The Queen and Superman listened to the radio and were social while I listened to my iPod.
The point?
The entire time we were on the road, I was in Tokyo, at a concert I had organized. I was nineteen people at the concert, both the twelve people performing and seven people in the front row of the audience. All of those people (the people that I was/were) were undercover agents of a powerful family clan based in Tokyo, gathering covert information on some subjects in the audience.
I bet the Queen and Superman thought I was just being anti-social.
As it was, the concert was a great success, and the mission went almost exactly as planned and the results were more vital than imagined.
...
I do something like this every time I go on a roadtrip.
Meaning that I am usually representing any number of individuals on some adventure that might involve music when I am traveling.
Wow. I never really realized that until today.
Anyway, I just wanted to show you a small part of my incredible, imaginary/alternate reality/parallel universe/multiverse world.
Maybe I'll show you some more sometime.
And thank you for reading, wonderful readers.

Happy Anniversary!

Whee! A whole year!
I'm sorry I didn't get this template up earlier, I thought I would get up nice and early in the morning and do it, but I forgot in the glory of getting up early.
Also! I will try to post some more abstract shorts during the week, and maybe even a video....How about that?
As you might have noticed, as well....my name is different. Yes, I joined my Blog Spot and Google Plus accounts, and we'll see how that goes. No, my name isn't Ivey. Nor is it Ivey Vine. My extended family's name is Ivey, and so I went with that and made a whole persona to go with it. Now you know my dreadful secret, here are some things about the mysterious blog writer that I wanted to share with you.
1. I prefer treble to bass. In my truck, the treble is always slightly higher than the bass. I like the clearer sound it gives.
2. Yes, I drive a truck. I live on a farm, so it's just more practical to have a truck than a teeny tiny little car.
3. I love archery. I'm very good at it, and I practice at least once a day, if I'm up to it.
4. I'm a cat and a dog person. I just can't decide between the two!
5. I have been bitten by dogs, cats, horses, toads, frogs, lizards, alligator lizards, gophers, hamsters, a snake... a lot of things. When I was younger I could get any dog to bite me.
6. I love online comics. Currently, I'm reading Gunnerkrigg Court, the Archipelago, Earthsong, and Strays Online. And I am always searching for more.
7. I don't like watching television, and oftentimes I will decline watching a movie with my family to go to bed early or read.
8. I am a pyromaniac. I love fire, fireworks, things that burn, matches.... Fire is just so intense. I love it. If I was an elemental, fire would most likely be my element.
9. I can't play any musical instrument. I've tried piano and violin, and some guitar, but I just don't seem to be that musical. I can sing half-way decently, at least.
10. I have never been in a relationship, and I have not had my first kiss. I'm waiting for my future husband.
Now you know ten things about me! Maybe you already knew some of them, but, I mean, the pyromaniac part caught you by surprise, didn't it?
I'll try and post more soon, Dearest, most Wonderful, Awesome Readers!

...sorry...

Wonderful, dearest readers: I suck.
I'm so sorry I haven't posted anything in the longest time. I was busy for two weeks keeping my household running, then I fell into some sort of weird writing slump, where my mind was not agreeing with what I wanted it do to.
I'm trying to write stuff now.
I still don't have anything to post, though.
But I did see a movie recently!
Captain America: The Winter Soldier was a fantastic movie, and I went with some really good friends, so it was very awesome. I loved the movie, but for some reason I kept on getting distracted by how good looking Steve Rogers was... I'm not normally like that, I swear. I wasn't like that when I watched Thor. But oh well. It was a fantastic, funny, sad movie.
Oh! Other news! My Aunt Awesome, along with most of my closer relatives, came over yesterday (Easter) and we had a blast. Food, throwing knives, horse rides, confetti eggs, cows, archery: a standard family get together for me. ANYWAY Aunt Awesome runs the archery program I'm in, and while I was shooting the other day, she decided I needed a new bow. I currently have a Genesis Original - a beginner bow, everyone uses one at first - and she wants to get me a Hoyt. A Hoyt! That's what they use in the Olympics! Look at the visual aid!

A truly beautiful bow! 

I most likely won't be getting this exact one, but I'll get a beautiful one. Hopefully black and red, like my old Genesis. I like black and red bows. 

They look cool. 

Hopefully I'll have some real stuff for you next time, Readers! 

Oh Noes! And a Book and a Song, and Some Fluff...

Dearest Readers!
I might not be able to update for a while!
Let me explain. My father the Manager is going with my mom the Queen to Dallas, and my Uncle (Rich) Farmer is going with them.
For two weeks.
And they are depending on me to do my school, milk the cow, and take care of the house. That is a long time for me to be doing that.
As a result, I doubt I'll have much time to write or do anything.
Sorry.
Anyway, I have a book and a song for you!
The book is Divergent.
I loved it.
I devoured it.
But I would recommend it for those readers who are sixteen or older. There are just a couple parts that made for uncomfortable reading, nothing really big, but just...uncomfortable.
That aside, I liked it way better than the Hunger Games!
The song is called "I Don't Care" by Fall-Out Boy. This song is the only thing I've been listening to in my truck. It's got a great big band sound, and I love singing it, too. This is a link, just for you. 
The fluff? I got obsessed with Divergent. I took the quiz, and predictably, tied for Erudite and Dauntless.
Then I thought: what faction would the characters in my book choose? Here is what I came up with.
Dreyken: Dauntless
Aronis: Amity
Deverell: Abnegation
Crev: Erudite
Triss: Candor
Derain: Dauntless
Illusion: Candor
Jess: Dauntless
Balavan: Amity
Avanish: Erudite
Alright, readers, there are the choices of my main characters. I love you to the moon and back, everyone!

A Sorrowful Farewell

Dearest, most wonderful Readers....It is time to say goodbye. 
Unfortunately, my life has been quite hectic recently, and this blog is another major time sink that I don't need. I've thought about this for a long time, and I really think that although it is a sad choice, it is the right choice. 
I'm going to close this blog, and Please Don't Keep It Real will be just a memory. 
I'm so sorry. 
If there was any way I could continue it, I would, but my lifestyle isn't exactly conductive to this. I know I promised an incredible surprise for the one year anniversary of the blog, but I can't pull it off, or do anything more. 
In the next week, I will shut the website down. If you like any of my previous writings, save them, because you won't be able to find them anymore. 
Dearest Readers: what day is it? 
Is it April the first? 
Dearest Readers: I win. 
Hahaha, I win! April Fool's! 
The blog will, of course, go on. I will continue trying to post up to eight posts a month, maybe less, but oh, dear readers, I really did get you, didn't I. 

Sorry for the heart attack, readers! 
And I love each and every one of you! 

Realizations

Howdy, dearest readers of mine,

It's almost April!
But I still managed to fit in eight posts for this month!
Anyway, here is some stuff.
First of all, if you like books, have you ever tried reading comics? Like this one? http://gunnerkrigg.com/ 
And second of all, I think I'm getting older. Darn it. The reason I think I'm getting older is because some ideas that have been floating around in my subconscious have been coming to the forefront of my mind. For instance, I have a new book to write. Like I don't have enough already. And also, I've been thinking of these little phrases that I have been thinking about for a while, but only with half of my mind. Such as:
It is easier to walk into the darkness with the light guarding your back then to come to the light with the darkness watching your back. 
And after that cheerful note, here is my idea for the new book:
Nadir/Zenith is a girl who can change who she is, from a dark shadow on the street to a woman whose powers cannot be hidden. When she is Nadir, the shadow, there is very little of her. So little that no one can really see her or, if they do, just think of her as another person of no consequence. When she is Zenith, the magic-user, it is hard to notice anything other than her. However, magic is rare in her world, and when found, it is persecuted. For that reason, she stays mainly as Nadir, and just tries to exist in her city. This is working until one day, someone sees her. And is able to focus on her and talk to her.
Her powers will be explained better in the book, but for now, that's all I have for you.
Till next time, my wonderful compassionate awesome readers!

Excuses, Excuses....

Dearest readers....
I'm so tired.
I hate to whine but right now, there is no alternative.
My parents left for a few days, leaving me, my brother, and my college sister at home.
My brother and I have a wonderful tutor who comes over every day and helps us with school, but I was left with the chores, which means: waking up on my own, getting my brother (Who is now to be known as Superman) to wake up, watering the plants, cleaning the house, milking the cow twice a day, and getting the mail.
At first I was like, "I'm going to be so awesome, I'll do a surprise spring cleaning for them!" After the first day, I thought, "No. That obviously isn't going to happen."
Visual Aid:

So I'm sorry, dear readers. I have nothing for you today. 

EXCEPT....An update on the book! 

I can't tell you exactly where I am, but I'll tell you this: I don't think I can get the person I want to draw my cover to draw my cover. <(;_;)> She won't answer my emails. 

I'll keep trying, though, and if you want to see her art yourself, here is her website: http://seraph-inn.com/ 

Anyway, I'm looking at sometime in the end of April, beginning of May to publish. 

Thank you for putting up with me, my wonderful handsome/beautiful readers. 

Memory

Happy spring, Readers!
Guess what?
Something important is coming up!
(And now you're desperately trying to remember what it is!)
Our anniversary!
Squee!
It's coming in May, and I know that it's two months away, but I'm already planning something incredibly special.
Also, I know that some people, I don't know why, celebrate their anniversary every month, but I don't think that's as special. I prefer one year anniversaries.
Oh! Anyway, here is something I wrote just now!
Enjoy!

Memories are never as sweet as when we remember them on a sunny day in March. Sometimes, I would like to ask, “If I fell in love with you, will you fall, too?” Softly, we can dance, forgetting our metal world, our harsh penalties. I swear then, that I never will forget you, never leave your memory unpacked when I travel. How could I, anyway? You just might be the only thing keeping me alive. The strange words that float in smoke away from us don’t matter, just keep looking at me, and I can take care of you. I have no choice but to love you, and if I had other options, I wouldn’t even see them. Don’t you understand, the time we have now will never happen again, and we must make memories out of the golden sand, the brilliant sunlight, and our peaceful silence. I know it sounds like alchemy, but it’s so simple, and I can teach you the recipe until you know it by heart. Soon, the night will come, and rip us apart like we never really mattered, but you and I know differently. You know that we matter, you know that we cannot survive apart. I know that you are really the only one who can take care of me, and therefore I must protect you, save you from harm. We will scream at the silence, because it will never sound the same if we are alone. We will cry, and try to rip the fabric of our dreams apart, so you can hold me close, and I can feel your strength surrounding me, protecting me. 

Consolation Post

Hello, readers! 
I'm sorry I deleted those music videos :'(
So, to show that I really am terribly sorry, here is a consolation update. 
This is the most personal abstract short I've ever written. 
Please appreciate it as such. 

My mind is a lonely place. I can never actually show someone something I’m thinking about: just tell them in words. Don’t get me wrong, though: words are lovely. There just aren’t enough of them. And sometimes I feel like I have a whole planet in my head, but I always remember: oh yeah, I have several universes holed up in there, not just one planet. Silly me. You can’t type with one hand unless you’re really good at it. In that case, I salute you! …With one hand. Punctuation is so unique and so…so cultured. I wrote something and put it on the internet so I would remember it, but then I can’t find it, and the last time I looked in a mirror I was laughing so hard that the mirror cracked up with me and I got seven years of bad luck. Poor mirror. Having to look at me all the time. Maybe it’s gone to a better place, one where beautiful ladies in shimmering silk gowns dance slowly across the lacquered floor with invisible men. Not just any invisible men, though: invisible gentlemen. Why do I insist upon this small courtesy? Because although there aren’t enough words, the ones we have can be very harmful and impolite if not used properly. I believe that you should have a license to use certain words, just like you have to have a license to drive a car. Why? Because some people don’t know how to use cars or words correctly, and they get hurt or hurt other people. Grammar is not a privilege, it is a right, something that we must use to get about our daily lives. How do I know this? Because I was born with the ability to make great stories, and to make great stories, you must have correct grammar. With me, grammar is instinctive, so I don’t feel the need to read small, colored leather books in a dusty chair all day. Instead, I run wild all summer, looking cool and occasionally frantic. Never mind that, though, because I had a dream when I was five, not a goal or a vision, but a nighttime dream, and I had it again last night, only it made much more sense. I guess that’s because I’m older, but only in my mind and body. My soul, my spirit, my core is still about five or six. I made a decision one morning when I was that old, that I would get up and out of bed cheerfully, immediately, and without complaining. It worked, and I now get up out of bed cheerfully, immediately, and without complaining every day. I did that because I got so tired of wasting energy being grumpy and laying around half in, half out of bed. I just finished my cookie, but society tells me not to go get more because then nobody else can have a cookie. I would like to just say ‘not my problem’ and get more anyway, but I wasn’t raised that way, and I can’t break habits that easily. I think this is the most personal I’ve ever gotten when writing abstractly, and it just felt so natural, like laying in the grass on a hot day or taking a drink. My soul is a beautiful glass pitcher, and the more water I pour out, the more flows into me. That’s just how I work. I’m going to say goodbye now, but remember one thing: Creativity is like a small child. If you don’t want it to grow up into a spoiled brat, discipline it, exercise it, and give it rules. That’s what I did, and I pinky promise it works.  

Constant Movement

Hey, what's up! 
Here, dearest readers, is something I wrote a couple months ago and then forgot about. 
By the way...the book, "The Last of Five" is going to be finished this month! Keep an eye out, I'll be publishing as soon as possible!

Growing, believing, belonging: gone. I am new now, having purged myself of these sometimes unimportant things. I am fire: I light the night, burn away the impurities of today, growing stronger the more I incorporate. I am earth: mighty and powerful, passive but not neutral, ready to shake you to the ground. I am water: engulfing, pounding, full of energy, always moving. But mostly, I am air: moving, pushing, rushing, whispering, moaning, dancing across the earth. Leaving both of our cares behind, I will take you away, to somewhere that I will be free to roam, not running up against walls or iron bars that sap my strength. Never again shall I subject myself to the will of others. I do not need them, do not need support, borrowed emotions, masks. I only need myself, although others can depend on me if they want. But still, it’s not that important. I’ll take them with me, stretching them out until they are tall enough to stand on their own, then leave them behind. It doesn’t bother me in the least. If it bothers you, don’t look away; just cover your ears. The music is what makes it scary. In complete silence, you will hear many things. Don’t take my word for it, though: just see for yourself. Hear everything, and grow still. Then, I will leave you, because all these things will pass, and I want to move on. Silence is life: movement is life. Never stop moving completely, or your body will turn back into energy, and you will be like me: swept away on the gust, the wave, the earthquake, the inferno that I cannot control, that are my passions, my emotions.  

A New Book

Dear readers: I've started a new book.
I haven't finished my other one, the Last of Five, but this couldn't wait.
I can't share the book with you because I'm afraid of people stealing it, but I had to share this with someone.
Last night, I woke up sometime in the dark hours, and I had this idea in my head. It was like someone opened me up and put it there. I didn't dream about it. I didn't think about it. It was just there.
I've heard of people who get flashes of inspiration like that, but I have never had it happen that way. My ideas usually start simple. My entire dream universe started with a name, and grew from there. This time, it didn't happen that way.
Anyway, the book is called, "How Beautiful We Were." The funny thing is, it's about a future where humans turn into robots called Androids over their lifetime. This happens because when something breaks or stops working, say, if someone from that future breaks an arm or gets arthritis in their legs, they get a new mechanical arm or a new set of mechanical legs. Since it is a natural thing for the human body to sort of break down over time, eventually, everyone in that world becomes a robot.
The book is about the one person who realized how wrong and unnatural it was for this to happen, and how he challenged the world as he knows it (how he will know it? It's from the future [will be from the future?] and I don't know how to phrase it.)
Anyway, my dearest readers, thank you for letting me share this with you. I'll let you know when I finish writing it, but don't hold your breath. It could be a while.

Music and Books!

Hello, dearest of readers:
Yay! Comments!
Be guaranteed, I read through all comments before publishing them.
And this post is an answer to my very dear friend, Jules Gomez.
So, I'm frantically trying to catch up on semi finals and find a way to post my favorite outfits.
The going is slow.
BUT! I can critique music and books very easily!
So, here are some of my current favorites, judged for your enjoyment.
MUSIC
I love music. Right now, as I write, I am listening to Ed Sheeran's "I See Fire," from the movie "The Hobbit: the Desolation of Smaug." Here is a link.
This song is wonderful, soft, slow, and passionate. I listen to this as I'm writing things that are sad but necessary in my book. It is a wonderful end song to the movie it came out with.
Another song that I have been listening to for a while is Tristram's "I Remember." Link
This song is...How to put it? dubstep? techno? Anyway, before you close this page in disgust, just try it. When I hear this song, I think of where Aronis, Dreyken, Deverell, and Crevan came from. I will not disclose this info, because it's private (and slightly embarrassing), but there was a terrible war that lasted for years, and this song reminds me of the end of that war.
Another song on my current playlist is Maddie Rodriguez's "The Hummingbird." Link
This song, believe it or not, reminds me of a place in a book called Brisinger, by Christopher Paolini. If you have read this book, think of when Arya was telling Eragon about the Menoa tree. In this song, a flower loved a hummingbird, but to me, this song is a terribly sad tale of mistakes.
Warning: Spoilers! I think that flower was experiencing a terrible crush, but went about earning the hummingbird's love the wrong way: by her attractiveness. Because of this, the hummingbird loved her, but it wasn't lasting love. He took all her nectar, and then left her. Only then was the flower able to move on, and love another bird. When the hummingbird tried to come back, he realized "how much it really hurt." However, he had already moved on! He left her, found another flower (doubtless draining all of her nectar, too) and only then wanted her back again.
Alright, readers, this post is already long enough! So sorry! however, I will post on books immediately!
And wonderful readers: if you do archery, don't forget your arm guard!

Why am I not updating?

Dearest of readers...
Why am I not updating as often?
Unfortunately, I must say that it is because I am slightly depressed with blogging.
Depressed, you say?
Yes.
Here's how it goes: I know that many of you check this blog, to see if I updated, but honestly, if you just come to read and enjoy yourself, it's not that personal.
I see how many pageviews I get, but what I mean is, anyone can leave a pageview. Anyone. It takes a personality to leave a comment, or to follow the blog.
I have one follower.
And my follower is my mother. (No offence, Mom. You know I love you.)
Let me lay out a few more statistics.
I have blogged somewheres around 45 posts.
I have had 6 comments in the whole history of this blog. Six.

Readers, that is depressing. Every time I write something, I think, Is this good enough for my blog? Is this good enough for my readers? And many times, it isn't. Sometimes, I rewrite and edit posts over the period of a week, until I think that it's good enough.
When I write an abstract short, it's like I'm capturing one of my moods, a part of my personality, a feeling that I have, and putting it in a cage for you to admire. It's like I'm cutting off a part of myself to show it to you.
And then... Silence.
Nothing.
As you can imagine, I'm wilting. Criticism is a heavy burden, but I would rather bear a terrible critic who commented badly on every post I blogged than this withering silence.
Please, readers: please.
Leave a comment, like a post, like the blog, follow the blog.
Anything.
If there is something you want me to do, say it.
Do you want me to show pictures of myself? Or of my life?
Do you want me to start doing a fashion part of the blog? Show you my favorite outfits and clothes?
Do you want me to share my favorite music or critique books that I read?
Please, please, please, just say something.
And thank you for reading.

A Short Poem

Hello, readers!
Here is something I wrote on a napkin.
I do hope that you enjoy it.

The silent, bare trees 
are like prison bars
to me. 

The cold, grey sky 
is like a cage 
to me.

The watchful, white owls 
are like jailers 
to me. 

But I do not mind 
This imprisonment,
these walls,

For the time passes quickly,
like flying,
to me.

IT'S STILL CHRISTMAS, DARN IT!

I know that I swore I would put something up on Christmas, so...IT'S STILL CHRISTMAS SEASON! I AM UPHOLDING MY PROMISE!
Also, do you know how hard it is to update on Christmas, when you have your - ahem - netherquarters handed to you?
Yes, it was exhausing. And I don't have any abstract shorts to give you.
I apologize.
Anyway, I didn't say what I would post, did I?

Keep checking, guys, I will post something else eventually.
And goodness gracious, do you know how much I love my Aunt and Uncle Awesome?
The whole time I was posting, I was also stuffing myself on Wonka's Frosty Nerds and some Pop Rocks.
Merry Christmas, readers!

Regulus and Lady

Dear readers: Ew.
Being born is a dirty process.
Nonetheless, the calf was born safely and is a wonderful little bull.
I call him Regulus and everyone else calls him Tri-Tip. Because he's probably going to Freezer Camp next year.
Pictures!

Some weird girl who was there...

Half-an-hour after it happened.

Enjoying the sunlight

That weird girl milking Lady. 

Regulus and Lady.

Update

Dear readers: I'm a terrible person. I know I promised that I wouldn't leave you in the loop for a month, so here are some old writings of mine I found in an old journal.
TAKE THEM! TAKE ALL OF THEM! BE HAPPY!
I might not post again until Christmas, but I swear on my wings I will find time to post something for a Christmas update.
I barely was able to post today, because...well, a baby is being born. A baby calf.
I will post some pictures once it is finished being born.
And I love you all.
~Ivey Vine

My Mother and my Horse

My dear, dear readers: I apologize. This is not a post like my other posts. This post brings terrible news with it. 

And I mean dreadful. 

My mom was a horse trainer. She was pretty darn good. She even trained Olympic at the Korean Olympics. 

But I must repeat: she was a horse trainer. 

She dropped horse riding and training for a long time, and now we have two horses: a wonderful Palomino named Peaches and a sweet Paint/Pinto double-registered named Keno's April Fools. 

She went riding off by herself around the farm on Peaches and had an accident. 

When passing close by my Uncle Timothy's, Peaches reared, corkscrewed, and took off. My mom got left behind. 

Luckily, my Uncle Timothy was late out of his driveway because he had just run over two of his guinea hens, and had to stop to put them in the back of his truck. This was the time needed for him to see my mom fall. 

She is getting released from the hospital today, with six broken ribs and a broken collarbone. 

Six broken ribs! Even I was impressed. 

Yesterday morning, she had surgery on her collarbone and had a plate installed. 

Thank you for reading today, and please pray for my Mom. 

Hopefully, this won't set me back too far in getting back to regular updates. 

Thank you again. 

And I miss everyone out in ol' California.