Jack Lewis Baillot's Blog, page 28
August 7, 2015
"If they harm one hair on his head...!"
This is a Beautiful People post. I don't do these often, but this is a friendship one...so I couldn't resist. I am going to be doing Franz Kappel and Japhet Buchanan from Brothers-in-Arms.
1. How long have they known each other and how close are they?
Franz and Japhet met when they were seven and eight in 1931. Most of the story takes place in 19-43-44. So they have known each other about ten years. They are as close as brothers. In fact they often describe their friendship in that way. They became to each other the brother they never had.
2. What's their earliest memory of being best friends?
Because boys know something mothers might not ever understand. Nothing creates a friendship faster than finding a fellow sufferer in a household of all girls and no boys.
~Quote from the book
Their moms arranging their friendship and them sitting out on the Buchanan woodpile laughing at the things they do to make their sister's lives miserable. After that it all involves snowball fights, pranks, and ice cream.
3. Do they fight? How long do they typically fight for?
Oh...well....*Evil grin*. They don't generally fight. They have disagreements growing up but usually get along great. Then...you know, things happen. And years pass. All of that. "Spoilers"
4. Are their personalities similar or do they compliment each other?
I don't think they are similar. Franz is quieter when they are around other boys. As they get older Japhet withdraws more and more, out of fear someone will find out he's a Jew and kill him or Franz. I don't think that makes them similar though, they just have some traits the same. Not talking when they should, tempers...they do compliment each other though. They balance each other out.
5. Who is the leader of their friendship (if anyone)?
Probably Franz.
6. Do they have any secrets from each other?
Oh, you know. Nothing huge. Just things involving the Nazis and the Resistance.
7. How well do they know each other's quirks and habits?
Better than anyone who ever meets them. Japhet understands why Franz is quiet around their school mates, Franz knows when something is bothering Japhet. (He tends to draw more when he's worried or scared.)
8. What kinds of things do they like to do together?
Eat ice cream, go on bike rides, but mostly annoy their sisters. Favorite pastime.
9. Describe each character's fashion style (use pictures if you like!) How are their styles different/ similar?
Japhet's style
Franz's is more like this (Though Colin Morgan could play Japhet if there were ever a movie or something)
Or this is kind of like Franz's style too
They are two boys in their late teens living in an apartment together. I think you can imagine how they dress. Something is on the floor, put it on in the morning and eat breakfast. Though Japhet is sloppier about how he dresses than Franz. Franz wears jackets and is more willing to tuck his shirt in. Japhet usually forgets the jacket and never tucks in his shirt unless Franz makes him.
They dress in very 40 styles, until...you know...Nazis and uniforms are involved.
10 How would their lives be different without each other?
I honestly can't decide how to answer this....
I guess the serious answer would be that Franz would be a lot more bitter and cold. He'd have had nothing to hold him back from hating the world around him and doing something insanely stupid about it. While Japhet without Franz would have given up on life, never left his room as a boy, and might have let himself starve to death or just become really depressed.
The less serious, but still true, answer. They both would have died early on in the book.
So there you go. And now I have to do things for a possible Brothers-in-Arms trailer filming tomorrow.
Quote is from Tintin and Alpha-Art, the final book in the Tintin series. It is a line of Haddock's when he's worried about Tintin
1. How long have they known each other and how close are they?
Franz and Japhet met when they were seven and eight in 1931. Most of the story takes place in 19-43-44. So they have known each other about ten years. They are as close as brothers. In fact they often describe their friendship in that way. They became to each other the brother they never had.
2. What's their earliest memory of being best friends?
Because boys know something mothers might not ever understand. Nothing creates a friendship faster than finding a fellow sufferer in a household of all girls and no boys.
~Quote from the book
Their moms arranging their friendship and them sitting out on the Buchanan woodpile laughing at the things they do to make their sister's lives miserable. After that it all involves snowball fights, pranks, and ice cream.
3. Do they fight? How long do they typically fight for?
Oh...well....*Evil grin*. They don't generally fight. They have disagreements growing up but usually get along great. Then...you know, things happen. And years pass. All of that. "Spoilers"
4. Are their personalities similar or do they compliment each other?
I don't think they are similar. Franz is quieter when they are around other boys. As they get older Japhet withdraws more and more, out of fear someone will find out he's a Jew and kill him or Franz. I don't think that makes them similar though, they just have some traits the same. Not talking when they should, tempers...they do compliment each other though. They balance each other out.
5. Who is the leader of their friendship (if anyone)?
Probably Franz.
6. Do they have any secrets from each other?
Oh, you know. Nothing huge. Just things involving the Nazis and the Resistance.
7. How well do they know each other's quirks and habits?
Better than anyone who ever meets them. Japhet understands why Franz is quiet around their school mates, Franz knows when something is bothering Japhet. (He tends to draw more when he's worried or scared.)
8. What kinds of things do they like to do together?
Eat ice cream, go on bike rides, but mostly annoy their sisters. Favorite pastime.
9. Describe each character's fashion style (use pictures if you like!) How are their styles different/ similar?
Japhet's style
Franz's is more like this (Though Colin Morgan could play Japhet if there were ever a movie or something)
Or this is kind of like Franz's style tooThey are two boys in their late teens living in an apartment together. I think you can imagine how they dress. Something is on the floor, put it on in the morning and eat breakfast. Though Japhet is sloppier about how he dresses than Franz. Franz wears jackets and is more willing to tuck his shirt in. Japhet usually forgets the jacket and never tucks in his shirt unless Franz makes him.
They dress in very 40 styles, until...you know...Nazis and uniforms are involved.
10 How would their lives be different without each other?
I honestly can't decide how to answer this....
I guess the serious answer would be that Franz would be a lot more bitter and cold. He'd have had nothing to hold him back from hating the world around him and doing something insanely stupid about it. While Japhet without Franz would have given up on life, never left his room as a boy, and might have let himself starve to death or just become really depressed.
The less serious, but still true, answer. They both would have died early on in the book.
So there you go. And now I have to do things for a possible Brothers-in-Arms trailer filming tomorrow.
Quote is from Tintin and Alpha-Art, the final book in the Tintin series. It is a line of Haddock's when he's worried about Tintin
August 5, 2015
"You aren't broken...I mean you aren't hurt?"
Wherein Jack would like some sleep
This week has been hard. I don't normally feel this way, but this once, I'm glad it is more than half over. Two more days of work, then I can have a nice relaxing weekend.
HANNAH JOY Tagged me in the 777 tag. The idea is to open one of my books to page seven and post the first seven lines and then tag seven people. Since I've already done Brothers-in-Arms the last time I was tagged I will do a new book I'm working on.
Annoyed. Angry. Hungry. Oh yes, and my side hurts because some little brat stabbed me.Chang saw no harm in giving out his name. No one knew him, no one would care. And none of the ideas in his head fell under the category of good manners. Especially to someone who had taken him in and saved his life and whom he'd then insulted.“I'm Chang.”“And I'm Ai.”“You already told me that,” Chang said slowly.“Muqin is a little insane, but it is all right,” Mei called.
Chang rubbed his eyes. “I need to get out of here.”
I'm feeling a bit lazy, so I tag Anna, Bella, and the first five people to comment.
Now for some tea.
Quote is from the Tintin book The Red Sea Sharks.
This week has been hard. I don't normally feel this way, but this once, I'm glad it is more than half over. Two more days of work, then I can have a nice relaxing weekend.
HANNAH JOY Tagged me in the 777 tag. The idea is to open one of my books to page seven and post the first seven lines and then tag seven people. Since I've already done Brothers-in-Arms the last time I was tagged I will do a new book I'm working on.
Annoyed. Angry. Hungry. Oh yes, and my side hurts because some little brat stabbed me.Chang saw no harm in giving out his name. No one knew him, no one would care. And none of the ideas in his head fell under the category of good manners. Especially to someone who had taken him in and saved his life and whom he'd then insulted.“I'm Chang.”“And I'm Ai.”“You already told me that,” Chang said slowly.“Muqin is a little insane, but it is all right,” Mei called.
Chang rubbed his eyes. “I need to get out of here.”
I'm feeling a bit lazy, so I tag Anna, Bella, and the first five people to comment.
Now for some tea.
Quote is from the Tintin book The Red Sea Sharks.
August 2, 2015
"Giant mushroom!!! MAYBE IT'S FRIENDLY!"
I need to get caught up on my book reviews. I would work on one right now, but I'm watching the old Avengers TV series. (It's an old British spy show and has nothing to do with superheroes but a dashing man named Steed who has fantastic cars and hangs out with a sarcastic lady. Most of the show is the two of them trying to out sarcasm each other, the rest of it is them getting into fights with the bad guys and Steed trying not to get his hair messed up.) It's just a very British show, with classy 60's music.
So that is why I'm not doing a book review right at this moment. I also have plans to read another Tintin book.
The song I am doing today is the end song from Meet the Robinsons. (A corny movie but one I still love.) It is a song I use as inspiration for Brothers-in-Arms, real shocker there. It reminds me more of Mr. Buchanan, Japhet's dad, then of Japhet and Franz though. I thought it was about time he got a song on here.
Quote is from Avatar the Last Airbender. Sokka after he starts to hallucinate after drinking cactus juice.
So that is why I'm not doing a book review right at this moment. I also have plans to read another Tintin book.
The song I am doing today is the end song from Meet the Robinsons. (A corny movie but one I still love.) It is a song I use as inspiration for Brothers-in-Arms, real shocker there. It reminds me more of Mr. Buchanan, Japhet's dad, then of Japhet and Franz though. I thought it was about time he got a song on here.
Quote is from Avatar the Last Airbender. Sokka after he starts to hallucinate after drinking cactus juice.
July 31, 2015
"Your hands! Your feet! I noticed. They are indeed lovely."
Whoever is on the other end of the email I'm waiting for has a different week time period than I do. Because, according to my idea of a working week, this is the end of the working week. And there is still no email. Someone is having fun trying my limited patience. Time to get my foil out and stab some things to relieve all my on edge tension.
(If said person is reading this, if I'm arrested for stabbing fence posts on main street it is your fault.)
I took another reading break. One thing I can't find any book I feel like reading. I'm still reading the WWII one about the aces, but I want something with fun characters and battles and I've not come across it yet. Another reason I took a bit of a break is because the weather has been fantastic. My friend was always scolding me for reading too much, so I decided I would do a lot of random, unexpected things while summer is still here. The other day I had a day off work so I hiked down the beach, found a little pond, and sprawled out in the sand for an hour. I then hiked back through the lake and got googled at by couples laying in the sand.
(If said couples are reading this, yes, you are correct, I am insane.)
I tried cooking again on Sunday. I wanted pancakes, so I decided to make some. And we had blueberries. I couldn't help it, blueberry pancakes. So I threw some blueberries in. Somehow, the way I threw them in messed up the dough and it was uncooked in the middle. Me, being the lazy cook I am, didn't feel like trying to fix it. And, since the pancakes were just for me, I slapped it on my plate, piled on butter and syrup, and enjoyed.
(If future husband is reading this, I'm sorry. Hopefully you're not the type who has to be won over by food and you aren't hoping to marry a fantastic cook.)
I went to another job interview the other day. I had it planned out so brilliantly. I even panted my nails all one color. I had a nice outfit planned out and a friend did my hair in a nice French braid. I was going to look fantastic. Which I think I managed to pull off. The only fall back in this scheme? I went to the lake before the interview, and therefore might have smelled mildly like fish, sand, and clam shells.
(If possible future boss is reading this, I may not be a responsible adult, but I will certainly liven up your work place while I'm there.)
I managed to go jogging every day this week. Be impressed. One day I even went to the beach to jog. Someone was watching my feeble jogging attempts - I'm not the fastest jogger in the world. Nevertheless I was very tempted to snap my fingers and do a little Louie dance. I was going to find a picture from Unbroken to demonstrate but I can't find it. So go and watch the movie and you'll get this.
(To the person who was watching me, if you're going to watch someone run in the sand get used to the fact that they're not going to look graceful while doing it. You try running on sand.)
Someone sent me this picture.
Thought I'd share it because it is Fitzgerald. Also this one.
Someone said this looks like Striker from my Blade books. I watched the movie he was in and I ended up agreeing.
(To my readers, I thought I've brighten up this post with pictures. That is the only reason I shared them.)
If you want to know what true betrayal looks like, look no further than in the eyes of a dog or a two-year-old.
(To both who gave me the look of utter betrayal, I'm sorry. I had to leave you for a few minutes but that doesn't mean I love you any less.)
I learned some things this week. One, I seriously need to stop burning myself on the tea pot. It's getting out of hand. Between the steam and boiling water, and let's not forget that I'm close to thirty, you would think I'd know better by now. Two, grapefruits are a healthy breakfast food. I have a feeling the piles of sugar I drown mine in MIGHT defeat the purpose. Nothing has been proven yet though.... Three, the only thing which surprises me about myself at this point is that I can still say something and surprise people by my oddness.
(To the person I shocked, you really found it surprising I know how to knock someone down and break their knee? Not that I ever plan on using this skill, just what about that and me knowing it is shocking? I thought I had reached the point where nothing about me could surprise anyone.)
On a serious note.
I wanted to thank everyone again for your comments and emails. And your prayers. You have no idea how much they mean to me right now. They have really been a blessing to me, and a reminder that I'm not alone even when I sometimes feel it. I can't thank all of you enough. And I can't put into words how encouraging it is to me.
Just, thank you, so so much. Every one of you.
Quote is from the Donny and Marie show which my friends showed me a while back.
(If said person is reading this, if I'm arrested for stabbing fence posts on main street it is your fault.)
I took another reading break. One thing I can't find any book I feel like reading. I'm still reading the WWII one about the aces, but I want something with fun characters and battles and I've not come across it yet. Another reason I took a bit of a break is because the weather has been fantastic. My friend was always scolding me for reading too much, so I decided I would do a lot of random, unexpected things while summer is still here. The other day I had a day off work so I hiked down the beach, found a little pond, and sprawled out in the sand for an hour. I then hiked back through the lake and got googled at by couples laying in the sand.
(If said couples are reading this, yes, you are correct, I am insane.)
I tried cooking again on Sunday. I wanted pancakes, so I decided to make some. And we had blueberries. I couldn't help it, blueberry pancakes. So I threw some blueberries in. Somehow, the way I threw them in messed up the dough and it was uncooked in the middle. Me, being the lazy cook I am, didn't feel like trying to fix it. And, since the pancakes were just for me, I slapped it on my plate, piled on butter and syrup, and enjoyed.
(If future husband is reading this, I'm sorry. Hopefully you're not the type who has to be won over by food and you aren't hoping to marry a fantastic cook.)
I went to another job interview the other day. I had it planned out so brilliantly. I even panted my nails all one color. I had a nice outfit planned out and a friend did my hair in a nice French braid. I was going to look fantastic. Which I think I managed to pull off. The only fall back in this scheme? I went to the lake before the interview, and therefore might have smelled mildly like fish, sand, and clam shells.
(If possible future boss is reading this, I may not be a responsible adult, but I will certainly liven up your work place while I'm there.)
I managed to go jogging every day this week. Be impressed. One day I even went to the beach to jog. Someone was watching my feeble jogging attempts - I'm not the fastest jogger in the world. Nevertheless I was very tempted to snap my fingers and do a little Louie dance. I was going to find a picture from Unbroken to demonstrate but I can't find it. So go and watch the movie and you'll get this.
(To the person who was watching me, if you're going to watch someone run in the sand get used to the fact that they're not going to look graceful while doing it. You try running on sand.)
Someone sent me this picture.
Thought I'd share it because it is Fitzgerald. Also this one.
Someone said this looks like Striker from my Blade books. I watched the movie he was in and I ended up agreeing.(To my readers, I thought I've brighten up this post with pictures. That is the only reason I shared them.)
If you want to know what true betrayal looks like, look no further than in the eyes of a dog or a two-year-old.
(To both who gave me the look of utter betrayal, I'm sorry. I had to leave you for a few minutes but that doesn't mean I love you any less.)
I learned some things this week. One, I seriously need to stop burning myself on the tea pot. It's getting out of hand. Between the steam and boiling water, and let's not forget that I'm close to thirty, you would think I'd know better by now. Two, grapefruits are a healthy breakfast food. I have a feeling the piles of sugar I drown mine in MIGHT defeat the purpose. Nothing has been proven yet though.... Three, the only thing which surprises me about myself at this point is that I can still say something and surprise people by my oddness.
(To the person I shocked, you really found it surprising I know how to knock someone down and break their knee? Not that I ever plan on using this skill, just what about that and me knowing it is shocking? I thought I had reached the point where nothing about me could surprise anyone.)
On a serious note.
I wanted to thank everyone again for your comments and emails. And your prayers. You have no idea how much they mean to me right now. They have really been a blessing to me, and a reminder that I'm not alone even when I sometimes feel it. I can't thank all of you enough. And I can't put into words how encouraging it is to me.
Just, thank you, so so much. Every one of you.
Quote is from the Donny and Marie show which my friends showed me a while back.
July 28, 2015
I don't really know how to begin this post. I'...
I don't really know how to begin this post.
I've off and on mentioned my writing this past month and how I've taken a break from it for a bit. Or maybe just hinted at it. I've not really wanted to talk about writing on here but I feel as if I've left everyone hanging. So I am going to try and explain what will be happening as far as writing goes for the near forseeable future.
Most of my books I've connected in one way or another to my friend who died. Because of that I've not really been able to work on any of the projects I'd planned on accomplishing this year. Every time I think of opening the books I almost start crying.
I had a lot of things planned for this year. I was going to finish the third Haphazard book and publish it. I always also going to finish the Blade books and publish the first book as well as the third and final Loyalty book. I was going to come up with a better marketing plan and move things forward as far as my writing went.
I had a list worked out of what I would write and edit every month, and I'd made really good progress until last month.
Since June I've been spending most of my time reading. I've read a ton of books, which has helped me keep my mind on other things. Not that I don't want to think about my friend. I think about her every day and I miss her every day. I've never lost anyone I've been close to before and I am having trouble dealing with this. Sometimes I close myself off and other times I start to sob in front of my friends.
One friend, after I explained some of this to her and some of my problems with writing, told me I need to give myself time to grieve and heal. It has only been a month - I guess nearly two - but I can't expect to just get back into all the daily activities I was doing before. Her death has changed everything in my life right now. (Her death and various other things.) This year has been the hardest in my life so far, and I'm only half way through it.
Basically, right now, I simply can't work on any of the books I was writing while my friend was alive. And there are days when I can't write at all. I need to take time, give myself a chance to work through all of this. Her death and a huge pile of other things.
I've decided to put off all of the books I've been talking about on here. I can't even look at the Blade books right now, and because of things which happen in the third Haphazard book I can't open it. I may start work on the last Loyalty book and edit it but I'm not sure about that.
I thought of taking a break from writing all together, but that didn't work out either. I still love writing, and it is a way to help me keep busy and I feel as if I'm accomplishing something as I write. Therefore, I decided I would begin a series of books I had a slim idea for but hadn't been working on at all until the end of last week. I might even talk a little about this new series on here, or I might hold off.
The reason I might wait to talk about it involves the email which should be here this week. (I've gotten to the point where I check my Inbox every ten minutes or so.)
I do want to thank everyone who has offered support through this. Every email I get, or comment, or just inquiry of how I am doing means a lot to me.
I've off and on mentioned my writing this past month and how I've taken a break from it for a bit. Or maybe just hinted at it. I've not really wanted to talk about writing on here but I feel as if I've left everyone hanging. So I am going to try and explain what will be happening as far as writing goes for the near forseeable future.
Most of my books I've connected in one way or another to my friend who died. Because of that I've not really been able to work on any of the projects I'd planned on accomplishing this year. Every time I think of opening the books I almost start crying.
I had a lot of things planned for this year. I was going to finish the third Haphazard book and publish it. I always also going to finish the Blade books and publish the first book as well as the third and final Loyalty book. I was going to come up with a better marketing plan and move things forward as far as my writing went.
I had a list worked out of what I would write and edit every month, and I'd made really good progress until last month.
Since June I've been spending most of my time reading. I've read a ton of books, which has helped me keep my mind on other things. Not that I don't want to think about my friend. I think about her every day and I miss her every day. I've never lost anyone I've been close to before and I am having trouble dealing with this. Sometimes I close myself off and other times I start to sob in front of my friends.
One friend, after I explained some of this to her and some of my problems with writing, told me I need to give myself time to grieve and heal. It has only been a month - I guess nearly two - but I can't expect to just get back into all the daily activities I was doing before. Her death has changed everything in my life right now. (Her death and various other things.) This year has been the hardest in my life so far, and I'm only half way through it.
Basically, right now, I simply can't work on any of the books I was writing while my friend was alive. And there are days when I can't write at all. I need to take time, give myself a chance to work through all of this. Her death and a huge pile of other things.
I've decided to put off all of the books I've been talking about on here. I can't even look at the Blade books right now, and because of things which happen in the third Haphazard book I can't open it. I may start work on the last Loyalty book and edit it but I'm not sure about that.
I thought of taking a break from writing all together, but that didn't work out either. I still love writing, and it is a way to help me keep busy and I feel as if I'm accomplishing something as I write. Therefore, I decided I would begin a series of books I had a slim idea for but hadn't been working on at all until the end of last week. I might even talk a little about this new series on here, or I might hold off.
The reason I might wait to talk about it involves the email which should be here this week. (I've gotten to the point where I check my Inbox every ten minutes or so.)
I do want to thank everyone who has offered support through this. Every email I get, or comment, or just inquiry of how I am doing means a lot to me.
July 26, 2015
"What about this?" "What is it?" "Salt!" "That's too salty!"
I started reading a book about the two top scoring aces of WWII. Dick Bong and Tommy McGuire. It's really good, even though I'm only a hundred pages into it. I have a feeling though, no matter what I read about, no matter what these two men did, nothing will impress me more than the fact Dick Bong ate a 9 month old fruitcake.
Just let that sink in for a while.
Today's Music Monday is a bit random. I don't know if it particularly fits any of my books...but we were listening to it today and it kind of got stuck in my head. I'm sure it fits one of my books though, at one point or another. Right now I can't think of which or when but mostly because I'm working on a plot which is finally coming together.
So enjoy
Quote is from Doctor Who, when Donna is trying to save 10 after he's been poisoned.
Just let that sink in for a while.
Today's Music Monday is a bit random. I don't know if it particularly fits any of my books...but we were listening to it today and it kind of got stuck in my head. I'm sure it fits one of my books though, at one point or another. Right now I can't think of which or when but mostly because I'm working on a plot which is finally coming together.
So enjoy
Quote is from Doctor Who, when Donna is trying to save 10 after he's been poisoned.
July 23, 2015
"Coming, coming, when are you coming? Now or next week?"
The humorous and misadventures of Jack
I forgot to share a story of what happened to me while I was flying. (I wasn't piloting. I want to fly someday, but no one is going to let a dyslexic behind the controls of a B17).
After years of flying I'm starting to get the hang of boarding. I realized there are numbers on the ticket, and you can line up under the little sign with the same numbers. (Like boarding 5.) And then you can get to your seat fairly fast and not drop your overhead luggage on little old ladies as you are trying to lift it up over your head in the narrow hallway. (I like it best when the attendants or some fella takes pity on my lack of height and helps me out)
Because of this new found discovery, when I flew I got so I was the first in line under the little sign with my number. I was reading my book, leaning on my suitcase, and wishing I'd not forgotten my dried mangoes at home when the plane I was waiting for landed and people began to get off. Because I like to watch people and play Sherlock when I'm bored I peeked up sometimes to watch everyone who was getting off the plane.
While I was doing this a young man got off and stood a few feet away from me, obviously waiting for someone. I glanced at him, and then openly stared. He looked and dressed just like Adam Young, the main singer for Owl City.
I'm a quiet person, but he looked so much like Adam Young I decided if it was him I was going to go up and say hi and tell him how much I liked his songs. (Be impressed, because I was inches from leaving my place in line.)
Before I did so however, I decided to check his Instagram to see if it was him, because he had pictures of himself on there and if I saw one then I would know for sure if this man and he really did look alike.
By this time there was a man in line behind me, but I decided to try and be discreet about the picture stalking.
This is what the young man looked like. Complete with the hair. (This is Adam Young after one of his first CDs came out.)
I can't get the picture I pulled up to see if the young man was Adam Young, but this link will take you to it. It was the first on his Instagram of himself. https://instagram.com/p/4cXcihAWWl/
As you can see, One: the fella wasn't Adam Young. Two: You can understand why the man behind me might have made some kind of throaty noise over the girl looking at pictures of young fellas on her phone - he had no idea my reasoning behind it and I wasn't about to explain myself. Three: Obviously I forgot Adam Young grew up between CD one and the new one.
And that was the humorous adventure.
The other happened today.
I randomly decided I wanted to go to Starbucks and get coffee. I had a list of reasons for this. I'd had a bad week, I had a coupon, I didn't have to go to work until later in the day, and I was just in the mood for a fake coffee. (One with so much sugar and cream it can't be called coffee)
I was laughing at myself, and texting my best friend and telling her I felt a bit like a hippy because I was walking to Starbucks with a coupon on my IPhone to get a coffee. The comparison ended there I soon realized. (Hippy might be the wrong word. Hipster? Whatever you call them, I felt like one.)
I realized I was wearing one of my sloppier outfits. A fedora, this green skirt I have I wear when I've had a bad day, am sick, am tired, don't care how I look, don't want to be sociable. In other words it is the skirt I wear when I've had enough of the world for one reason or another. It is long, it is flappy and comfy, dark green, and worn out and I love it. I also had on my Narnia tee shirt and my dog tags with my two nick names stamped on them.
I wandered into Starbucks after getting into a debate with said friend I'd been texting. (A debate about the Starbucks' nick name being Steve and Bucky not Bucky and Donna's - which is what one calls Barnes and Noble for reasons.)
I think I looked more comical then I realized because the lady behind the counter smiled one of those, "Aren't you cute, you strange little person?" smiles.
Anyways, I somehow ordered the coffee thing without too much trouble. (I did find out you can get cream ones instead of coffee ones. So it is like, a thing of sugar and cream without even the smallest hint of coffee in it. As Sherman from Mr. Peabody and Sherman would put it, they are pretty fantastic.)
This story was more amusing today before I shared the awkward airport one. But anyways, that is how Jack gets coffee, which turned out to not be coffee at all. But it had extra whipped cream with caramel on it, so I got to work with tasty sticky fingers and then got to play with little kids all afternoon.
The quote is from the Tintin books, Flight 714. It was suggested to me as it applies to me right now as I wait for the email.
I forgot to share a story of what happened to me while I was flying. (I wasn't piloting. I want to fly someday, but no one is going to let a dyslexic behind the controls of a B17).
After years of flying I'm starting to get the hang of boarding. I realized there are numbers on the ticket, and you can line up under the little sign with the same numbers. (Like boarding 5.) And then you can get to your seat fairly fast and not drop your overhead luggage on little old ladies as you are trying to lift it up over your head in the narrow hallway. (I like it best when the attendants or some fella takes pity on my lack of height and helps me out)
Because of this new found discovery, when I flew I got so I was the first in line under the little sign with my number. I was reading my book, leaning on my suitcase, and wishing I'd not forgotten my dried mangoes at home when the plane I was waiting for landed and people began to get off. Because I like to watch people and play Sherlock when I'm bored I peeked up sometimes to watch everyone who was getting off the plane.
While I was doing this a young man got off and stood a few feet away from me, obviously waiting for someone. I glanced at him, and then openly stared. He looked and dressed just like Adam Young, the main singer for Owl City.
I'm a quiet person, but he looked so much like Adam Young I decided if it was him I was going to go up and say hi and tell him how much I liked his songs. (Be impressed, because I was inches from leaving my place in line.)
Before I did so however, I decided to check his Instagram to see if it was him, because he had pictures of himself on there and if I saw one then I would know for sure if this man and he really did look alike.
By this time there was a man in line behind me, but I decided to try and be discreet about the picture stalking.
This is what the young man looked like. Complete with the hair. (This is Adam Young after one of his first CDs came out.)I can't get the picture I pulled up to see if the young man was Adam Young, but this link will take you to it. It was the first on his Instagram of himself. https://instagram.com/p/4cXcihAWWl/
As you can see, One: the fella wasn't Adam Young. Two: You can understand why the man behind me might have made some kind of throaty noise over the girl looking at pictures of young fellas on her phone - he had no idea my reasoning behind it and I wasn't about to explain myself. Three: Obviously I forgot Adam Young grew up between CD one and the new one.
And that was the humorous adventure.
The other happened today.
I randomly decided I wanted to go to Starbucks and get coffee. I had a list of reasons for this. I'd had a bad week, I had a coupon, I didn't have to go to work until later in the day, and I was just in the mood for a fake coffee. (One with so much sugar and cream it can't be called coffee)
I was laughing at myself, and texting my best friend and telling her I felt a bit like a hippy because I was walking to Starbucks with a coupon on my IPhone to get a coffee. The comparison ended there I soon realized. (Hippy might be the wrong word. Hipster? Whatever you call them, I felt like one.)
I realized I was wearing one of my sloppier outfits. A fedora, this green skirt I have I wear when I've had a bad day, am sick, am tired, don't care how I look, don't want to be sociable. In other words it is the skirt I wear when I've had enough of the world for one reason or another. It is long, it is flappy and comfy, dark green, and worn out and I love it. I also had on my Narnia tee shirt and my dog tags with my two nick names stamped on them.
I wandered into Starbucks after getting into a debate with said friend I'd been texting. (A debate about the Starbucks' nick name being Steve and Bucky not Bucky and Donna's - which is what one calls Barnes and Noble for reasons.)
I think I looked more comical then I realized because the lady behind the counter smiled one of those, "Aren't you cute, you strange little person?" smiles.
Anyways, I somehow ordered the coffee thing without too much trouble. (I did find out you can get cream ones instead of coffee ones. So it is like, a thing of sugar and cream without even the smallest hint of coffee in it. As Sherman from Mr. Peabody and Sherman would put it, they are pretty fantastic.)
This story was more amusing today before I shared the awkward airport one. But anyways, that is how Jack gets coffee, which turned out to not be coffee at all. But it had extra whipped cream with caramel on it, so I got to work with tasty sticky fingers and then got to play with little kids all afternoon.
The quote is from the Tintin books, Flight 714. It was suggested to me as it applies to me right now as I wait for the email.
July 22, 2015
"I saw that look. 'Haha his ship is rubbish.'"
I'm still waiting. For a lot of things, but also for the email which will decide the next step in my writing. Until then, just stay on edge. Because I am, so you have to join me.
You know how you have brilliant ideas while in the shower? And you can compose the new American best seller with an amazing, edge of your seat plot? Characters who are so life like they rip your heart out? And then you get out and the best you can manage is, "Jack and Jill went up a hill..." Well, I had an amazing post all written up while in the shower. Now I can't remember any of it.
I'd apologize but I don't feel like it. So you get this post instead, and I don't know if this post has any sort of meaning behind it. Just be glad I'm attempting. I could be writing a letter instead, or reading a book.
I will do my best to give a bit of an update. That will have to do until the news comes in.
Reading: I'm doing pretty good. Instead of reading ten books at once I've got it down to three. Not counting the ones I'm editing, because I'm only editing it off and on.
Writing: I should do a post about this, but I will talk about most of it for later. I've had a fairly good day and don't wish to make myself cry right at this moment. But because of recent events, I've not been writing as much. (A friend of mine and I were talking about it the other day. She is like me, she said she's heard of some people who can use grief and pain in their lives to pour out their best work on paper, but she can never manage it and instead is unable to write anything. I've realized I'm the same way.) I'm considering entering the new Rooglewood contest. I will if I can think up a good Sleeping Beauty story.
Work: I have a hedgehog necklace and I wore it to work once. The little kids loved it and would sit on my lap, play with it, and ask me what it was. Now I wear it there almost every day because they love it so much. They will walk by, fiddle with it, and say over and over, "Hedgehog. Hedgehog." There is nothing cuter than one and two year olds saying hedgehog. Trust me.
Watching: Avatar the Last Airbender. Not much else really. I'm slowly making my way through Doctor Who again, My Little Pony. The Avengers, the British TV series. All those fun shows I like.
Doing Stuff: I have no idea what to call this. But yeah...I've taken to jogging again in the mornings. Trying not to throw myself while riding my bike. But mostly I just try and get out and do something new every day.
Editing: Off and on working on Brothers-in-Arms with plans to work on Haphazardly Implausible soon. Mostly just waiting for an email before I decide where to go with editing and so forth.
There, that should count for something. Not sure what, but something.
Quote is from Doctor Who, the 11th Doctor
You know how you have brilliant ideas while in the shower? And you can compose the new American best seller with an amazing, edge of your seat plot? Characters who are so life like they rip your heart out? And then you get out and the best you can manage is, "Jack and Jill went up a hill..." Well, I had an amazing post all written up while in the shower. Now I can't remember any of it.
I'd apologize but I don't feel like it. So you get this post instead, and I don't know if this post has any sort of meaning behind it. Just be glad I'm attempting. I could be writing a letter instead, or reading a book.
I will do my best to give a bit of an update. That will have to do until the news comes in.
Reading: I'm doing pretty good. Instead of reading ten books at once I've got it down to three. Not counting the ones I'm editing, because I'm only editing it off and on.
Writing: I should do a post about this, but I will talk about most of it for later. I've had a fairly good day and don't wish to make myself cry right at this moment. But because of recent events, I've not been writing as much. (A friend of mine and I were talking about it the other day. She is like me, she said she's heard of some people who can use grief and pain in their lives to pour out their best work on paper, but she can never manage it and instead is unable to write anything. I've realized I'm the same way.) I'm considering entering the new Rooglewood contest. I will if I can think up a good Sleeping Beauty story.
Work: I have a hedgehog necklace and I wore it to work once. The little kids loved it and would sit on my lap, play with it, and ask me what it was. Now I wear it there almost every day because they love it so much. They will walk by, fiddle with it, and say over and over, "Hedgehog. Hedgehog." There is nothing cuter than one and two year olds saying hedgehog. Trust me.
Watching: Avatar the Last Airbender. Not much else really. I'm slowly making my way through Doctor Who again, My Little Pony. The Avengers, the British TV series. All those fun shows I like.
Doing Stuff: I have no idea what to call this. But yeah...I've taken to jogging again in the mornings. Trying not to throw myself while riding my bike. But mostly I just try and get out and do something new every day.
Editing: Off and on working on Brothers-in-Arms with plans to work on Haphazardly Implausible soon. Mostly just waiting for an email before I decide where to go with editing and so forth.
There, that should count for something. Not sure what, but something.
Quote is from Doctor Who, the 11th Doctor
July 21, 2015
"I'm getting married."
Today I am taking part in Jaye L. Knight's blog tour for the release of Half-Blood.
Schedule and Information
Hello, everyone! Thank you so much for taking part in this blog tour. This document includes all the information for your tour posts. For anyone who signed up for an interview, I will send you my responses separately as I get them finished.
Again, thank you so much for joining in! If you have any questions, feel free to email me!authorjayelknight@gmail.com
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Schedule http://jayelknight.blogspot.com/p/half-blood-blog-tour.htmlTuesday, July 14
Tour Introduction at Jaye L. KnightReview and Author Interview at 26 Countless PossibilitesReview and Author Interview at Lianne TaimenloreReview and Author Interview at Crumpets 'n' CreamReview at Tialla's Tellings
Wednesday, July 15
Review at The Destiny of OneBook Spotlight at One Servant's HeartReview and Author Interview at Leah's BookshelfReview and Author Interview at Red LetteringReview and Author Interview at Zerina Blossom's Books
Thursday, July 16
Review and Author Interview at Sutori no HanaReview and Author Interview at Scattered Journal PagesReview and Author Interview at The Splendor Falls on Castle WallsAuthor Interview at A Writer's FaithReview and Author Interview at writinganyone
Friday, July 17
Review and Author Interview at Written RestBook Spotlight at Tell Tale Book ReviewsReview and Author Interview at The Pen of a Ready WriterReview and Author Interview at Morgan Elizabeth HunekeReview at Poetree
Saturday, July 18
Review at A Writer's HeartReview at Reality CallingAuthor Interview at The Art of StorytellingBook Spotlight at Thilly Little Nothings
Sunday, July 19
Review at Through My LensReview at Elvish Pens, Fantastical WritingsBook Spotlight at Letters from Annie Douglass LimaReview at bookend
Monday, July 20
Review at Pencils Can Change the WorldReview at Backing BooksReview at Melody Jackson, AuthorBook Spotlight and Author Interview at In the Character's Shadow
Tuesday, July 21
Review at A Vintage Girl in the Modern WorldBook Spotlight at However ImprobableReview at God's Peculiar Treasure RaeReview and Author Interview at Writings, Ramblings, and Reflections
Wednesday, July 22
Review at To Be a PersonTour Conclusion at Jaye L. Knight
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About the Book
The gasps and murmuring grew. Though some were hardly more than whispers, clear words reached Jace’s ears—dangerous, monster, animal, soulless. He tried to back away from their accusing eyes, but the collar pulled hard against his throat and held him in place.
For all his years as a slave, Jace has known nothing but the hatred people hold for his mixed blood—one half human, the other half the blood of a race considered monsters. Always, he is the outsider and quickly learns it is better to keep to himself. But, when his volatile ryrik blood leads him to do the unthinkable, he is thrown into a world of violence and bloodshed.
Forced to become a gladiator, Jace finds more and more of his heart dying as his master works to break down his will not to become the monster everyone believes he is. When a stranger interferes with his master’s harsh punishment, Jace’s world is upended yet again. But with it comes the possibility of hope that has long since died. Could the man possibly hold the key to escaping the hopeless darkness that is Jace’s life? Is there such a thing as life beyond the cruelty of slavery?
See where Jace’s story all began . . .
Available on Amazon!Buy NowAdd to Goodreads
Discover Ilyon in Resistance and The King’s Scrolls .
* * *
About the Author
You can connect with Jaye on her website, blog, Facebook, Google+, Twitter, Etsy, and on her new fiction forumwhere you can interact with other readers of the series.
* * *
Giveaway
Share in the excitement of the release and enter to win a themed giveaway pack! Prizes include an autographed copy of Half-Blood, a blue feather bookmark hand crafted by Jaye, a bronze sword pendant, and a $5 Amazon gift card! (Giveaway is open to US residents only. Cannot be shipped internationally.)http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/1f7330c116/
Quote is from the Unbroken deleted scenes, when Phil is talking about Cecy. Because I've not done an Unbroken quote in far too long.
Schedule and Information
Hello, everyone! Thank you so much for taking part in this blog tour. This document includes all the information for your tour posts. For anyone who signed up for an interview, I will send you my responses separately as I get them finished.
Again, thank you so much for joining in! If you have any questions, feel free to email me!authorjayelknight@gmail.com
* * *
Schedule http://jayelknight.blogspot.com/p/half-blood-blog-tour.htmlTuesday, July 14
Tour Introduction at Jaye L. KnightReview and Author Interview at 26 Countless PossibilitesReview and Author Interview at Lianne TaimenloreReview and Author Interview at Crumpets 'n' CreamReview at Tialla's Tellings
Wednesday, July 15
Review at The Destiny of OneBook Spotlight at One Servant's HeartReview and Author Interview at Leah's BookshelfReview and Author Interview at Red LetteringReview and Author Interview at Zerina Blossom's Books
Thursday, July 16
Review and Author Interview at Sutori no HanaReview and Author Interview at Scattered Journal PagesReview and Author Interview at The Splendor Falls on Castle WallsAuthor Interview at A Writer's FaithReview and Author Interview at writinganyone
Friday, July 17
Review and Author Interview at Written RestBook Spotlight at Tell Tale Book ReviewsReview and Author Interview at The Pen of a Ready WriterReview and Author Interview at Morgan Elizabeth HunekeReview at Poetree
Saturday, July 18
Review at A Writer's HeartReview at Reality CallingAuthor Interview at The Art of StorytellingBook Spotlight at Thilly Little Nothings
Sunday, July 19
Review at Through My LensReview at Elvish Pens, Fantastical WritingsBook Spotlight at Letters from Annie Douglass LimaReview at bookend
Monday, July 20
Review at Pencils Can Change the WorldReview at Backing BooksReview at Melody Jackson, AuthorBook Spotlight and Author Interview at In the Character's Shadow
Tuesday, July 21
Review at A Vintage Girl in the Modern WorldBook Spotlight at However ImprobableReview at God's Peculiar Treasure RaeReview and Author Interview at Writings, Ramblings, and Reflections
Wednesday, July 22
Review at To Be a PersonTour Conclusion at Jaye L. Knight
* * *
About the Book
The gasps and murmuring grew. Though some were hardly more than whispers, clear words reached Jace’s ears—dangerous, monster, animal, soulless. He tried to back away from their accusing eyes, but the collar pulled hard against his throat and held him in place.
For all his years as a slave, Jace has known nothing but the hatred people hold for his mixed blood—one half human, the other half the blood of a race considered monsters. Always, he is the outsider and quickly learns it is better to keep to himself. But, when his volatile ryrik blood leads him to do the unthinkable, he is thrown into a world of violence and bloodshed.
Forced to become a gladiator, Jace finds more and more of his heart dying as his master works to break down his will not to become the monster everyone believes he is. When a stranger interferes with his master’s harsh punishment, Jace’s world is upended yet again. But with it comes the possibility of hope that has long since died. Could the man possibly hold the key to escaping the hopeless darkness that is Jace’s life? Is there such a thing as life beyond the cruelty of slavery?
See where Jace’s story all began . . .
Available on Amazon!Buy NowAdd to Goodreads
Discover Ilyon in Resistance and The King’s Scrolls .
* * *
About the Author
You can connect with Jaye on her website, blog, Facebook, Google+, Twitter, Etsy, and on her new fiction forumwhere you can interact with other readers of the series.
* * *
Giveaway
Share in the excitement of the release and enter to win a themed giveaway pack! Prizes include an autographed copy of Half-Blood, a blue feather bookmark hand crafted by Jaye, a bronze sword pendant, and a $5 Amazon gift card! (Giveaway is open to US residents only. Cannot be shipped internationally.)http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/1f7330c116/
Quote is from the Unbroken deleted scenes, when Phil is talking about Cecy. Because I've not done an Unbroken quote in far too long.
July 17, 2015
"Gregory Peck is Drop Dead Handsome. It's like drop dead gorgeous but more manly."
Wherein Jack isn't a BBC heroine
I have two stages. Sometimes I have the reflexes of Jackie Chan. Other times I can't catch a slow moving ball rolled right at my feet. There's no in between, and to be honest, I only have Jackie Chan reflexes on those random moments when the moon is full and the stars are in order and the wind is flapping to the west and...you get the idea. It doesn't happen often.
In other words, I'm a klutz. Sometimes I get moments where I can wiggle my eyebrows and say, "I'm Batman," but usually I'm sprawled out on the ground because I tripped over my own feet.
I ride my bike to work a lot. I do tend to ride on top of my bike, but sometimes it gets a mind of its own and it throws me. And when this happens I don't just go down, no, I get beat up or flipped over the handle bars.
I was riding the middle of this week. I ride on the side of the road and avoid traffic because drivers are determined to flatten me.
While riding I reached back to adjust my messenger bag. Should have been simple enough, but next thing I knew my bike went one way, taking my right leg with it, and I went the other. I crashed in the middle of the road, sprawled out for every car after me to hit.
Thankfully the only one behind me pulled over to see if I was all right, but hinted I should not be on a bike.
Had I been in a BBC movie the fella would have turned out to be my Mr. Thornton. Instead, I picked myself up, got back on my bike, and continued to work.
And that was my adventure.
Still no update on the happenings. I'm hoping soon, because if they happen then I have a feeling it is going to change everything about my writing.
Next week I will get everything back on schedule around here.
Until then I will tell you all farewell.
Have a nice weekend
The quote is from my best friend, because I asked her for a quote and she sent me that, so naturally I had to do it. That's what best friends do.
I have two stages. Sometimes I have the reflexes of Jackie Chan. Other times I can't catch a slow moving ball rolled right at my feet. There's no in between, and to be honest, I only have Jackie Chan reflexes on those random moments when the moon is full and the stars are in order and the wind is flapping to the west and...you get the idea. It doesn't happen often.
In other words, I'm a klutz. Sometimes I get moments where I can wiggle my eyebrows and say, "I'm Batman," but usually I'm sprawled out on the ground because I tripped over my own feet.
I ride my bike to work a lot. I do tend to ride on top of my bike, but sometimes it gets a mind of its own and it throws me. And when this happens I don't just go down, no, I get beat up or flipped over the handle bars.
I was riding the middle of this week. I ride on the side of the road and avoid traffic because drivers are determined to flatten me.
While riding I reached back to adjust my messenger bag. Should have been simple enough, but next thing I knew my bike went one way, taking my right leg with it, and I went the other. I crashed in the middle of the road, sprawled out for every car after me to hit.
Thankfully the only one behind me pulled over to see if I was all right, but hinted I should not be on a bike.
Had I been in a BBC movie the fella would have turned out to be my Mr. Thornton. Instead, I picked myself up, got back on my bike, and continued to work.
And that was my adventure.
Still no update on the happenings. I'm hoping soon, because if they happen then I have a feeling it is going to change everything about my writing.
Next week I will get everything back on schedule around here.
Until then I will tell you all farewell.
Have a nice weekend
The quote is from my best friend, because I asked her for a quote and she sent me that, so naturally I had to do it. That's what best friends do.
