My Cardboard Balcony

This is it. Tomorrow, we shoot On The Cusp Productions' very first video. Oh, right. I haven't mentioned that yet. For those of you who don't know, On The Cusp Productions is an independent filming group started by me, my sister Jocelyn, and my girlfriend Arden. Arden has since given up her executive role for the sake of a simple acting/filming position, leaving me and Jocelyn to recruit our friend Rae as the third executive. For On The Cusp, we are planning several sketches, potential podcasts, and a featured webseries. It's really exciting, and I'm pounding out this introspection really quickly because I have a hot idea in my head for a sketch and I want to type it all out before it simmers too much. So I'll leave you with the video and wish you all a great night and a great weekend, as per usual! Toodles! Because the video inserter is being a butt, click this link for the video!

"Caramel Kisses" is an unfinished novel I began to write back in 2009 and stopped working on in 2010. The two main characters - Adriana Maguire Reynard and Emma Burking - would ultimately be revised for my later completed novella, "The Liffey Is Half-Asleep," in 2011. Several elements of "Liffey" can be found in their original forms in "Caramel Kisses," such as the characters' names, the haiku scene, and Adriana's penchant for writing. Because of its influence on my later writing, I figured that this story, though incomplete, was worth sharing. Caramel Kisses: Chapter Twenty-One by Belinda Roddie My dearest Emma, By the time you read this letter, I will most likely be waiting at the altar, wearing my tuxedo and my polished shoes and my little boutonniere, a white rose just like we decided on. And yes, I will be wearing the red vest, not the blue one, just as you requested earlier. But if you are reading this by then, that’s good.

It was another strike on the play, and Javier clenched his teeth loud enough for his sister Shana to hear. The pitcher was good. Too good. José hardly had a chance with his last swing. Any throw, Javier knew, would curve slightly away so it couldn't be touched. He wanted his brother to get a home run. His team desperately needed it. They were tied. It was the tenth inning. It was all cinematic, clichéd madness.