Jack Lewis Baillot's Blog, page 52
October 21, 2013
"I don't want to be a pie! I don't like gravy."
I've been making such good progress with editing I haven't felt like stopping - for anything. I only eat because my family and John makes me. I barely waste time in the mornings to get dressed and would wear my pajamas all day if I didn't have work and school. (As it is, I've been throwing on the baggest clothing I have. I for some reason find it easier to edit if I'm wearing clothes ten sizes too big. Probably because they are like pajamas without actually being pajamas.) And sleep? Well, I never sleep, so no loss there. I've been re-reading Haphazard, then I have to go over Abolished one more time being sending it in and getting a paperback copy. You know, after I get a cover.
But, I am not posting today to talk about editing. I do that enough as it is. Today I am going to begin some character posts, about the characters who will be in my NaNo book.
First I will start with probably the most loved character I've ever written. I don't know what it is about him, but it seems the moment girls hear of him or read about him they fall in love with him. (For me personally, I couldn't stand him for the longest time. I even killed him once, but had to bring him back when my life was threatened. Doyle, anyone? {Okay, not threatened, but close enough.}) We get along better now, but I don't think we'll ever be the best of friends.
Maddock: Age Eighteen. Dark red hair, green eyes. Tall, wide shoulders, it has been the popular belief for about four years that he looks a lot like Peter from Prince Caspian. I tend not to argue with his fan girls so I will just say, sure, why not? Maddock is the second oldest of two boys, and an adopted sister. He's a shepherd, but not by choice. He likes inventing things and is good at it, though what it is he invents I'm not really sure yet. (The book is one of the Fantasy/ Steampunk ones I've taken a liking to, so it gives us options.) Not only does he dislike being a shepherd, he hates sheep. Especially his sheep. (They have been referred to as his sheepies for about as long as he's been around, the product of a bunch of giggly girls and not enough sleep. I had to incest that into the book and in it it is his sister to dubs them that. I had to explain because it feels wrong to call them his sheep. They are and always shall be Maddock's sheepies.) The only reason he's a shepherd is because his father was and therefore all of the sons have to be, by order of the king. It is supposed to be a help to the kingdom but it just a way for the king to keep rich. He appoints jobs that are in his best interest. Maddock's father was taken by the king when Maddock wasn't very old. His family doesn't know if he's dead or alive, but Maddock has resented the king since and wants to do something to fight him. Maddock is also brilliant. (I just did some bad writing there, mentioning his name at the beginning of so many sentences. Just pretend it didn't happen.) But he hides his genius well behind a wild sense of humor. He is always joking, about everything, all the time. He is rarely serious and has a bad habit of mocking the king's soldiers when he fights them. (But, being his author, I know he uses it to hide all of his sadness. He misses his dad, he's worried about his family, and he's certain his best friend is going to die - so he laughs it all away and pretends everything is okay until things get so bad he has to face it.)
So, that is Maddock. Now I have to go, because I don't have anything else to say.
Quote is from Chicken Run, because I am never too busy in life to find a way to squeeze that line into every day conversation. Scottish accent and all. (Or....British. I get so mixed up in that movie I forget who has what accent, and it has been way too long since I've seen it.)
Allons-y!
But, I am not posting today to talk about editing. I do that enough as it is. Today I am going to begin some character posts, about the characters who will be in my NaNo book.
First I will start with probably the most loved character I've ever written. I don't know what it is about him, but it seems the moment girls hear of him or read about him they fall in love with him. (For me personally, I couldn't stand him for the longest time. I even killed him once, but had to bring him back when my life was threatened. Doyle, anyone? {Okay, not threatened, but close enough.}) We get along better now, but I don't think we'll ever be the best of friends.
Maddock: Age Eighteen. Dark red hair, green eyes. Tall, wide shoulders, it has been the popular belief for about four years that he looks a lot like Peter from Prince Caspian. I tend not to argue with his fan girls so I will just say, sure, why not? Maddock is the second oldest of two boys, and an adopted sister. He's a shepherd, but not by choice. He likes inventing things and is good at it, though what it is he invents I'm not really sure yet. (The book is one of the Fantasy/ Steampunk ones I've taken a liking to, so it gives us options.) Not only does he dislike being a shepherd, he hates sheep. Especially his sheep. (They have been referred to as his sheepies for about as long as he's been around, the product of a bunch of giggly girls and not enough sleep. I had to incest that into the book and in it it is his sister to dubs them that. I had to explain because it feels wrong to call them his sheep. They are and always shall be Maddock's sheepies.) The only reason he's a shepherd is because his father was and therefore all of the sons have to be, by order of the king. It is supposed to be a help to the kingdom but it just a way for the king to keep rich. He appoints jobs that are in his best interest. Maddock's father was taken by the king when Maddock wasn't very old. His family doesn't know if he's dead or alive, but Maddock has resented the king since and wants to do something to fight him. Maddock is also brilliant. (I just did some bad writing there, mentioning his name at the beginning of so many sentences. Just pretend it didn't happen.) But he hides his genius well behind a wild sense of humor. He is always joking, about everything, all the time. He is rarely serious and has a bad habit of mocking the king's soldiers when he fights them. (But, being his author, I know he uses it to hide all of his sadness. He misses his dad, he's worried about his family, and he's certain his best friend is going to die - so he laughs it all away and pretends everything is okay until things get so bad he has to face it.)
So, that is Maddock. Now I have to go, because I don't have anything else to say.
Quote is from Chicken Run, because I am never too busy in life to find a way to squeeze that line into every day conversation. Scottish accent and all. (Or....British. I get so mixed up in that movie I forget who has what accent, and it has been way too long since I've seen it.)
Allons-y!
October 15, 2013
"One more thing."
Wherein Jack feels pulled in two
As should be known, House of Hades is out - the fourth book in the Heroes of Olympus series. (Sequel to the Percy Jackson books.) I was planning on buying it almost the day it was out, because the last one ended on a cliff hanger and I - like so many others - want to know what happens next! (Even though the author in me is very worried for Percy. VERY! I'm considering kidnapping him and keeping him safe until all the books are out.) When Mark of Athena came out, the book before this one, I went to buy it and found the third book in the Larklight series by Philip Reeve. I ended up buying that one first because I didn't know when I'd ever find another copy. Well, when I went to get House of Hades what should I find but the first book in the Larklight trilogy. I'm now thinking it is a conspiracy, man! Someone is trying to make me pick between Art and Percy, and it's an unfair competition, because I love both of them the same. But, of course, I had to go with Art again because it is next to impossible to find those books here and I know there isn't going to be a shortage on House of Hades books - not unless booksellers want mobs of angry readers storming their buildings.
I got my first official fan art the other day! (Well, I'm not sure if it was my first or not...I did get one before that, but since that one was sent in by Clair, who did the pictures in book one, and was what lead to those pictures...I'm not sure what it would classify as...) Either way I was pretty excited.
I'm looking for minons to help me take over the world. The only qualifcations is that you must be short, fat, and yellow. If you have one eye you stand a good chance at becoming a favourite.
Am I the only one who thinks Ramsbottom in Dispicible Me 2 is just the cartoon version of Mycroft Holmes?
I found another Singur, this time an older version.
I got a new background for my site! I'm all official now, with a dominion name and everything! What do you all think of it? I was looking for something like a cross between fantasy and Steampunk, the two main genres I write. I really like how the designer managed it. (You can find the link to them on my sidebar.)
I also got a new space heater. Mine died tragically during the summer. At this moment, as I'm sitting in front of said space heater, I can't say if I'm more excited about it or the new background. (I might even be more excited about my cup of hot tea. It was cold all day today, and I love the cold, but I also like insides to be warm - including my insides.)
I had a nerd moment in school today. We're all supposed to be writing papers on subjects which interest us. All of my classmates picked sports of political issues. I am doing one on Columbo. My teacher thought it was cool but when we had to explain the others who Columbo was I got a good many snickers. Not that I cared. I find Columbo far more interesting that which sport team is doing poorly.
I was going to make this whole post random, but NaNo is getting closer, fast, and if I keep up the randomness I won't have all the posts related to my NaNo book done.
I was going to do a character post, but I thought it might be kind of weird to do one of those without telling everyone what the book is about. Therefore, I shall do that first.
Summery: (Bear in mind I'm still working on it. This is just a rough outline-ish thingy.)
Maddock is a shepherd. It isn't the job he would have picked given a choice, but his father was a shepherd and his brothers are shepherds, and by King Ulrich's law he has to be one too. Maddock is discontent, but if he says anything about it he will end up in prison. It is a life Maddock isn't happy with and one he wants to change. To do that, though, means he has to stand up to Ulrich. Maddock and his best friend, Theobald, train for a fight in secret, knowing if they are caught not only will their lives be in danger, but the lives of everyone they love.
Like I said, rough outline. VERY rough. But at least you get the basic idea.
Now I think I should go. I have some editing to do. Speaking of which...I am sorry I got behind on answering comments again. This week is going to be very busy for me but I will try my best to answer everyones.
A Columbo quote....because
Allons-y!
As should be known, House of Hades is out - the fourth book in the Heroes of Olympus series. (Sequel to the Percy Jackson books.) I was planning on buying it almost the day it was out, because the last one ended on a cliff hanger and I - like so many others - want to know what happens next! (Even though the author in me is very worried for Percy. VERY! I'm considering kidnapping him and keeping him safe until all the books are out.) When Mark of Athena came out, the book before this one, I went to buy it and found the third book in the Larklight series by Philip Reeve. I ended up buying that one first because I didn't know when I'd ever find another copy. Well, when I went to get House of Hades what should I find but the first book in the Larklight trilogy. I'm now thinking it is a conspiracy, man! Someone is trying to make me pick between Art and Percy, and it's an unfair competition, because I love both of them the same. But, of course, I had to go with Art again because it is next to impossible to find those books here and I know there isn't going to be a shortage on House of Hades books - not unless booksellers want mobs of angry readers storming their buildings.
I got my first official fan art the other day! (Well, I'm not sure if it was my first or not...I did get one before that, but since that one was sent in by Clair, who did the pictures in book one, and was what lead to those pictures...I'm not sure what it would classify as...) Either way I was pretty excited.
I'm looking for minons to help me take over the world. The only qualifcations is that you must be short, fat, and yellow. If you have one eye you stand a good chance at becoming a favourite.
Am I the only one who thinks Ramsbottom in Dispicible Me 2 is just the cartoon version of Mycroft Holmes?
I found another Singur, this time an older version.
I got a new background for my site! I'm all official now, with a dominion name and everything! What do you all think of it? I was looking for something like a cross between fantasy and Steampunk, the two main genres I write. I really like how the designer managed it. (You can find the link to them on my sidebar.)
I also got a new space heater. Mine died tragically during the summer. At this moment, as I'm sitting in front of said space heater, I can't say if I'm more excited about it or the new background. (I might even be more excited about my cup of hot tea. It was cold all day today, and I love the cold, but I also like insides to be warm - including my insides.)
I had a nerd moment in school today. We're all supposed to be writing papers on subjects which interest us. All of my classmates picked sports of political issues. I am doing one on Columbo. My teacher thought it was cool but when we had to explain the others who Columbo was I got a good many snickers. Not that I cared. I find Columbo far more interesting that which sport team is doing poorly.
I was going to make this whole post random, but NaNo is getting closer, fast, and if I keep up the randomness I won't have all the posts related to my NaNo book done.
I was going to do a character post, but I thought it might be kind of weird to do one of those without telling everyone what the book is about. Therefore, I shall do that first.
Summery: (Bear in mind I'm still working on it. This is just a rough outline-ish thingy.)
Maddock is a shepherd. It isn't the job he would have picked given a choice, but his father was a shepherd and his brothers are shepherds, and by King Ulrich's law he has to be one too. Maddock is discontent, but if he says anything about it he will end up in prison. It is a life Maddock isn't happy with and one he wants to change. To do that, though, means he has to stand up to Ulrich. Maddock and his best friend, Theobald, train for a fight in secret, knowing if they are caught not only will their lives be in danger, but the lives of everyone they love.
Like I said, rough outline. VERY rough. But at least you get the basic idea.
Now I think I should go. I have some editing to do. Speaking of which...I am sorry I got behind on answering comments again. This week is going to be very busy for me but I will try my best to answer everyones.
A Columbo quote....because
Allons-y!
October 14, 2013
"Together or not at all."
It should be a known fact by now I'm not a detective. I like to study people, especially when things are boring at work, but detective? No, not really. I've never even solved a mystery. But this shouldn't be a problem, right? If a mystery ever shows up I might have enough of the right skills to solve it, but until then I'm an author so at least I have a profession.
I'm starting to think it might be a huge problem, though. I watch a lot of detective shows and I've learned at least one thing from them. If you're not the detective, or at least the funny side kick, that means you have a good chance of being the random citizen who dies five minutes into the show.
I've been practicing, you know, just in case. I never go into car garages alone. I never blackmail anyone. I avoid dark alleys. I don't give scissors to girls who come into work asking for them. Hopefully, with these staying alive skills I've acquired I will live past the first five minutes.
Now, on a less random note.
With NaNo only two weeks away, or three depending on how you look at it, I'm going to start a series of posts about this years NaNo book. Mostly because, if all goes well, I will be publishing this one soon. I've written it and re-written it ten or more times, if that doesn't qualify it for near publication I don't know what does.
I'm a little nervous to begin this book. Not only because I've tried to get it completed ten times already, but because it is going to be romantic. (The girls who first read it insisted it had a romantic side to it and asked me to write at least one version that way. When I complied they fell in love with that version and when I went to write the final draft asked if I would keep the romance in, which I was ready to ditch. I told them I would - I sometimes have trouble turning down direct requests - and while I don't think they're interested in the story anymore I would feel bad chickening out when I told them I would write the romance in.)
I like to write friendship stories more than romance ones. Apparently all of my beta readers found hints of romance in Abolished, but that was all sneaked in by my characters and I had little, if anything, to do with it. Also, the book itself isn't romantic. Its an adventure and filled with battles and lots of running and swords. The romance is in the background. (When I realized what was going on with it I told my characters we had to keep it almost hidden. Then if readers wanted it to be there they could find it and if other readers - like me - didn't want it there they could ignore it. If that makes any sense.)
That said, my NaNo book will have a more prominent romance. It will not be hidden - but it won't be mushy. I still close my eyes when people kiss in movies, I think writing a mushy romance is beyond me.
And it will still have the friendship quality I like.
All of that said, the trouble I'm having with it is that I don't think I know enough about romances to write one, and to balance it. Writing romances are tricky because if you go too far into it the book becomes predictable and the characters borderline annoying. All they care about and talk about and think about is the person they love until that is all the book is about. And this book cannot do that because it is about the plot I've spent more than six years developing.
If you go too far in the other direction, however, and leave out almost all of the romantic elements, then the book is obviously not romance.
Also, while all of that is going on, I will have a complex plot to untwist and character issues to work out. So, it really isn't the best choice for NaNo because of all the detailed work that needs to go into it. But, the thought of actually having it DONE, one completed draft I can keep and not have to re-write is too tempted to turn down. I'm hoping to just jump into it and write and see where I am at the end of the month.
I've been preparing myself as much as possible. I have pages filled with plot outlines, and even some snippets 8-D I made early snippets! I was so happy with myself I gave myself a cookie. I now just have to talk to the characters and convince them it is in their best interest to behave during November. (I'm silently laughing my head off because I know that will never happen.)
Is anyone else slightly nervous about their project this year or are you ready and can't wait to get started?
I'm leaving you with a depressing Amy and Rory quote, because it is romantic, but in the tragic sense...
Allons-y!
I'm starting to think it might be a huge problem, though. I watch a lot of detective shows and I've learned at least one thing from them. If you're not the detective, or at least the funny side kick, that means you have a good chance of being the random citizen who dies five minutes into the show.
I've been practicing, you know, just in case. I never go into car garages alone. I never blackmail anyone. I avoid dark alleys. I don't give scissors to girls who come into work asking for them. Hopefully, with these staying alive skills I've acquired I will live past the first five minutes.
Now, on a less random note.
With NaNo only two weeks away, or three depending on how you look at it, I'm going to start a series of posts about this years NaNo book. Mostly because, if all goes well, I will be publishing this one soon. I've written it and re-written it ten or more times, if that doesn't qualify it for near publication I don't know what does.
I'm a little nervous to begin this book. Not only because I've tried to get it completed ten times already, but because it is going to be romantic. (The girls who first read it insisted it had a romantic side to it and asked me to write at least one version that way. When I complied they fell in love with that version and when I went to write the final draft asked if I would keep the romance in, which I was ready to ditch. I told them I would - I sometimes have trouble turning down direct requests - and while I don't think they're interested in the story anymore I would feel bad chickening out when I told them I would write the romance in.)
I like to write friendship stories more than romance ones. Apparently all of my beta readers found hints of romance in Abolished, but that was all sneaked in by my characters and I had little, if anything, to do with it. Also, the book itself isn't romantic. Its an adventure and filled with battles and lots of running and swords. The romance is in the background. (When I realized what was going on with it I told my characters we had to keep it almost hidden. Then if readers wanted it to be there they could find it and if other readers - like me - didn't want it there they could ignore it. If that makes any sense.)
That said, my NaNo book will have a more prominent romance. It will not be hidden - but it won't be mushy. I still close my eyes when people kiss in movies, I think writing a mushy romance is beyond me.
And it will still have the friendship quality I like.
All of that said, the trouble I'm having with it is that I don't think I know enough about romances to write one, and to balance it. Writing romances are tricky because if you go too far into it the book becomes predictable and the characters borderline annoying. All they care about and talk about and think about is the person they love until that is all the book is about. And this book cannot do that because it is about the plot I've spent more than six years developing.
If you go too far in the other direction, however, and leave out almost all of the romantic elements, then the book is obviously not romance.
Also, while all of that is going on, I will have a complex plot to untwist and character issues to work out. So, it really isn't the best choice for NaNo because of all the detailed work that needs to go into it. But, the thought of actually having it DONE, one completed draft I can keep and not have to re-write is too tempted to turn down. I'm hoping to just jump into it and write and see where I am at the end of the month.
I've been preparing myself as much as possible. I have pages filled with plot outlines, and even some snippets 8-D I made early snippets! I was so happy with myself I gave myself a cookie. I now just have to talk to the characters and convince them it is in their best interest to behave during November. (I'm silently laughing my head off because I know that will never happen.)
Is anyone else slightly nervous about their project this year or are you ready and can't wait to get started?
I'm leaving you with a depressing Amy and Rory quote, because it is romantic, but in the tragic sense...
Allons-y!
October 11, 2013
"Can you ride a motorbike?" "I expect so. it's that sort of day."
I was sick all day with the flu, so I spent the whole time in bed, drowning my fever in tea and watching TV. I'd have tried orange juice as well but I roasted the top of my mouth the other day sipping hot tea through a straw. Not my brightest moment.
I am not feeling very random at the moment, which doesn't happen often while I'm editing - as you may have guessed by now. If anything, I think I am feeling a little sulky...or maybe it is a lot. It kind of happens every time I get to this certain part in my book.
NaNo is now only three weeks away - I actually thought it was closer than that. I've been working on my outline for about a month now, if not longer. Every time we have journaling in English class I scribble down plot ideas or snippets.
I finally decided which book I'll be doing. I wasn't sure if I was going to be revealing anything about it, but half the fun of NaNo is knowing what everyone is writing and them knowing what I'm writing.
I've been working on this book for years, literally. I've re-written it ten times at least. I've re-plotted it. I've fought with the characters and even ended up killing one of the heroes - he later pulled a Rory and since then has been well behaved.
I love everything about the plot, but it is so complex and full of so many twists and turns it often leaves be behind, buried in the dust, panting to catch up. This time, thanks to my dear Mycroft - now I've got you all picturing a pastry loving, umbrella carrying, book helper - I have a plan and I think I might be able to safely say this will be the final draft. I hope so, because I kind of never want to re-write this book again. Ever.
It also means it might be one of the next books I publish, if all goes well.
I'll be going into more details the closer it gets to NaNo. I might even tell all of you the whole story behind the book, but it is long and might be boring, so maybe not. I will reveal the characters, title, and summery. Maybe starting the week after next.
Right now I have five chapters of edits to add to Abolished, then I am done with this stage of editing. After this I will go back and re-read book one to make sure there are no inconsistencies between the two books, then I will go over the last bit of edits before sending it in for my proof copy. And sometime in there I need to get the cover done.
What about all of you? How many of you are doing NaNo? Do you have your plots yet? If so, what will you be writing about?
I used an Amy and Rory quote, because everything is better with an Amy and Rory quote. It is from Let's Kill Hitler.
Allons-y!
I am not feeling very random at the moment, which doesn't happen often while I'm editing - as you may have guessed by now. If anything, I think I am feeling a little sulky...or maybe it is a lot. It kind of happens every time I get to this certain part in my book.
NaNo is now only three weeks away - I actually thought it was closer than that. I've been working on my outline for about a month now, if not longer. Every time we have journaling in English class I scribble down plot ideas or snippets.
I finally decided which book I'll be doing. I wasn't sure if I was going to be revealing anything about it, but half the fun of NaNo is knowing what everyone is writing and them knowing what I'm writing.
I've been working on this book for years, literally. I've re-written it ten times at least. I've re-plotted it. I've fought with the characters and even ended up killing one of the heroes - he later pulled a Rory and since then has been well behaved.
I love everything about the plot, but it is so complex and full of so many twists and turns it often leaves be behind, buried in the dust, panting to catch up. This time, thanks to my dear Mycroft - now I've got you all picturing a pastry loving, umbrella carrying, book helper - I have a plan and I think I might be able to safely say this will be the final draft. I hope so, because I kind of never want to re-write this book again. Ever.
It also means it might be one of the next books I publish, if all goes well.
I'll be going into more details the closer it gets to NaNo. I might even tell all of you the whole story behind the book, but it is long and might be boring, so maybe not. I will reveal the characters, title, and summery. Maybe starting the week after next.
Right now I have five chapters of edits to add to Abolished, then I am done with this stage of editing. After this I will go back and re-read book one to make sure there are no inconsistencies between the two books, then I will go over the last bit of edits before sending it in for my proof copy. And sometime in there I need to get the cover done.
What about all of you? How many of you are doing NaNo? Do you have your plots yet? If so, what will you be writing about?
I used an Amy and Rory quote, because everything is better with an Amy and Rory quote. It is from Let's Kill Hitler.
Allons-y!
October 8, 2013
"Cos! Call me a cab!" "Okay, you're a cab."
I was going to be good today and bring an end to all of these random, pointless editing posts. But then I spent a couple hours in front of my computer editing and that plan went out the window. That and my hand isn't really working right now even with my brace.
The creators of the Lizzie Bennent Diaries are putting together another blog video program. (If you haven't seen the Lizzie Bennent ones you MUST watch them, even if you're not a Pride and Prejudice fan. They are really well done and a lot of fun.) The newest one is called Emma Approved and is about Emma Woodhouse. I've never read the book or seen the movie - I'm trying to get my hands on the copy with the dude from Elementary but haven't been able to yet. I am excited for this series though because my friends used to say I'm a lot like Emma, so I've been curious to see what trait we share. I watched the first one, which you can find HERE!!!! I like Alex Knightly already.
Okay, anyways, moving on. Now, since I can't really type right now, I think I will just shower you with random pictures.
Rory is not amused
I'm sorry, Doyle, but not sorry enough to stop liking Sherlock
Wait till she sees The Dark World
Because House of Hades is out and the author in me has a VERY bad feeling about Percy
AccurateThere, my fan girl word of the day, I've been practicing
His poor, broken heart
Pretty much my home town
World's greatest mysteries
Kirk's face...
And Dean's face...
Okay, that's it. I need to stop typing, and homework....it is calling for me. (And I just found out one of the back stories in Haphazard, a sad back story. I need to go away and sulk for the rest of the night.)
Quote is from Singin' in the Rain.
Allons-y!
The creators of the Lizzie Bennent Diaries are putting together another blog video program. (If you haven't seen the Lizzie Bennent ones you MUST watch them, even if you're not a Pride and Prejudice fan. They are really well done and a lot of fun.) The newest one is called Emma Approved and is about Emma Woodhouse. I've never read the book or seen the movie - I'm trying to get my hands on the copy with the dude from Elementary but haven't been able to yet. I am excited for this series though because my friends used to say I'm a lot like Emma, so I've been curious to see what trait we share. I watched the first one, which you can find HERE!!!! I like Alex Knightly already.
Okay, anyways, moving on. Now, since I can't really type right now, I think I will just shower you with random pictures.
Rory is not amused
I'm sorry, Doyle, but not sorry enough to stop liking Sherlock
Wait till she sees The Dark World
Because House of Hades is out and the author in me has a VERY bad feeling about Percy
AccurateThere, my fan girl word of the day, I've been practicing
His poor, broken heart
Pretty much my home town
World's greatest mysteries
Kirk's face...
And Dean's face...Okay, that's it. I need to stop typing, and homework....it is calling for me. (And I just found out one of the back stories in Haphazard, a sad back story. I need to go away and sulk for the rest of the night.)
Quote is from Singin' in the Rain.
Allons-y!
October 7, 2013
"I laugh at everyone's pain but my own. I'm French."
"I haven't slept in eight days! I have the caffeine patch! You can stay awake for daaaays with no side effects. AHHH!" I've gotten really good at quoting that line. I think I quote it almost as much as I do, "We leave immediately!" "What about dinner?" "We leave...in five hours."
I've been keeping an eye out for more Singur like characters, but haven't come across any. It was pointed out to me, however, that Steed bears a lot of resemblance to the frog from Flushed Away. (Yes, Singur is like blue headed, brilliant Alien and Steed is a frog. This is the reason Steed isn't talking to me.)
So, someone came up with the theory that, when you get a song stuck in your head it means your soul mate is singing it in the shower. Apparently this means my soul mate likes to sing My Little Pony songs. And he takes an awful lot of showers...
To be slightly less random and sleep deprived rambly, I am nearly half-way through the second part of edits for Abolished.
I've been writing so much my wrist brace has become a part of my arm. Usually I forget I'm wearing it until someone gasps and asks, "What happened to your wrist." And I have to sum up by saying, "I use the computer a lot." Which makes me sound like an unsociable nerd. I've since changed it to, "I've been doing a lot of homework." Then I sound brilliant, especially if I shove my glasses up at the same time. (Okay, yes, that still screams nerd but I'm a lost cause in the nerd area.) My favourite has been when people ask if I hunt it slugging my boyfriend. "No, I don't have one." "Yeah right. Come on, you can tell me." "No, because you're a complete stranger and he's been too busy singing duets in the shower to come and find me."
NaNo starts soon so you can expect less random from me. (Hahaha)
Now I have to go. Lots of homework and editing today.
Quote is from Flushed Away.
Allons-y!
I've been keeping an eye out for more Singur like characters, but haven't come across any. It was pointed out to me, however, that Steed bears a lot of resemblance to the frog from Flushed Away. (Yes, Singur is like blue headed, brilliant Alien and Steed is a frog. This is the reason Steed isn't talking to me.)
So, someone came up with the theory that, when you get a song stuck in your head it means your soul mate is singing it in the shower. Apparently this means my soul mate likes to sing My Little Pony songs. And he takes an awful lot of showers...
To be slightly less random and sleep deprived rambly, I am nearly half-way through the second part of edits for Abolished.
I've been writing so much my wrist brace has become a part of my arm. Usually I forget I'm wearing it until someone gasps and asks, "What happened to your wrist." And I have to sum up by saying, "I use the computer a lot." Which makes me sound like an unsociable nerd. I've since changed it to, "I've been doing a lot of homework." Then I sound brilliant, especially if I shove my glasses up at the same time. (Okay, yes, that still screams nerd but I'm a lost cause in the nerd area.) My favourite has been when people ask if I hunt it slugging my boyfriend. "No, I don't have one." "Yeah right. Come on, you can tell me." "No, because you're a complete stranger and he's been too busy singing duets in the shower to come and find me."
NaNo starts soon so you can expect less random from me. (Hahaha)
Now I have to go. Lots of homework and editing today.
Quote is from Flushed Away.
Allons-y!
October 3, 2013
"I work level six, I know Coulson died in New York." "Welcome to level seven. I'm sorry, that was a really dark corner and I couldn't resist."
Today I am taking part in Kendra's Character Encounters. You can find the link for it HERE. Go there to find details because I don't feel like explaining them.*** I tend to avoid kitchens. Not only are they full of pots and pans, they are the perfect place for murderers to hang out. Don't believe me? Then you don't watch enough detective shows. However, I was hungry, really hungry.
Leaving the safety of my room, with its mess of scattered school papers, open books, and the document I was editing open on my computer, I ventured into the kitchen in the hopes of finding a quick snack so I could get back to work.
The house was quiet since everyone else was at work. It was strangely eerie as I opened the fridge and peered in, disdainfully eyeing the milk and left overs. Nothing snack worthy there. Before I could bemoan this fact I heard a creak behind me. Episodes of detective shows flashed through my mind as I turned, expecting to come face to face with some grinning goon wielding a frying pan. Instead, I stared in disbelief at two grinning red-heads who were trying to look innocent and failing miserably. If there identical looks hadn't been enough for me to identify them then the mischief in their eyes was.
"Jespert and Jaspart," I murmured, not sure if I should be pleased or lock myself in my room.
"Hello," one of the twin brothers exclaimed - their own mother cannot tell them a part, there is no way I - even if I am their author - was going to try.
"What are you two doing here?" I asked. I found myself wishing Ryder-Adair had gotten out of The Broken Blade with them. No one but he could keep the mischievous twins in line.
"We just-"
"Came to-"
"Say hi," both of them finished the sentence together. I blinked. Striker was right, it was a little disturbing how they could finish each other's sentences.
"You two never come to say hi," I informed them, "what do you want?"
"Do we have to-"
"Want anything?"
"Yes." I tried to act stern but knew it was a lost cause. After a month or so of working with me characters learn they can pretty much get away with anything they like and I won't put up much of a fight.
"Well-" Both of them drew out the word, then grinned at each other before looking back at me.
"We just had to come-"
"And make sure you hadn't-"
"Forgotten about us."
"I've tried to forget about you two, it doesn't work." I tried some of RA's sarcasm but knew I wasn't convincing.
"You've not-"
"Been by in-"
"Awhile. You spend-"
"All your time-"
"That that Peter fellow."
Now it was my turn to grin. "Aw, I think you two are envious!"
"I'm not!" one of the twins yelped. "He is!" He pointed an accusing finger at his brother.
"You were the one who wanted to talk to her, Jespert!" the other exclaimed.
Good, now I knew who was who, at least until they moved. "Look," I tried to speak reasonably even as I thought of the pile of homework on my bed, "I didn't mean to abandon you two. I really miss all of you. I've just been so busy with school and editing and everything."
"You don't love us," Jaspart pouted. He has a persuasive pout. Puppy dog eyes and everything. I felt instant guilt.
"What if I promise to try and write again next week?" I offered, hoping it would appease them.
Both looked doubtful but finally nodded.
"I guess," they said together.
Smiling, I motioned to the fridge behind me. "Good. Now, are either of you hungry?" And the moment the words left my mouth I knew I'd made a mistake. Never invite twin brothers in their teens over for a snack. Never.
***
Quote is from Agents of SHIELD - another Coulson line.
Allons-y!
Leaving the safety of my room, with its mess of scattered school papers, open books, and the document I was editing open on my computer, I ventured into the kitchen in the hopes of finding a quick snack so I could get back to work.
The house was quiet since everyone else was at work. It was strangely eerie as I opened the fridge and peered in, disdainfully eyeing the milk and left overs. Nothing snack worthy there. Before I could bemoan this fact I heard a creak behind me. Episodes of detective shows flashed through my mind as I turned, expecting to come face to face with some grinning goon wielding a frying pan. Instead, I stared in disbelief at two grinning red-heads who were trying to look innocent and failing miserably. If there identical looks hadn't been enough for me to identify them then the mischief in their eyes was.
"Jespert and Jaspart," I murmured, not sure if I should be pleased or lock myself in my room.
"Hello," one of the twin brothers exclaimed - their own mother cannot tell them a part, there is no way I - even if I am their author - was going to try.
"What are you two doing here?" I asked. I found myself wishing Ryder-Adair had gotten out of The Broken Blade with them. No one but he could keep the mischievous twins in line.
"We just-"
"Came to-"
"Say hi," both of them finished the sentence together. I blinked. Striker was right, it was a little disturbing how they could finish each other's sentences.
"You two never come to say hi," I informed them, "what do you want?"
"Do we have to-"
"Want anything?"
"Yes." I tried to act stern but knew it was a lost cause. After a month or so of working with me characters learn they can pretty much get away with anything they like and I won't put up much of a fight.
"Well-" Both of them drew out the word, then grinned at each other before looking back at me.
"We just had to come-"
"And make sure you hadn't-"
"Forgotten about us."
"I've tried to forget about you two, it doesn't work." I tried some of RA's sarcasm but knew I wasn't convincing.
"You've not-"
"Been by in-"
"Awhile. You spend-"
"All your time-"
"That that Peter fellow."
Now it was my turn to grin. "Aw, I think you two are envious!"
"I'm not!" one of the twins yelped. "He is!" He pointed an accusing finger at his brother.
"You were the one who wanted to talk to her, Jespert!" the other exclaimed.
Good, now I knew who was who, at least until they moved. "Look," I tried to speak reasonably even as I thought of the pile of homework on my bed, "I didn't mean to abandon you two. I really miss all of you. I've just been so busy with school and editing and everything."
"You don't love us," Jaspart pouted. He has a persuasive pout. Puppy dog eyes and everything. I felt instant guilt.
"What if I promise to try and write again next week?" I offered, hoping it would appease them.
Both looked doubtful but finally nodded.
"I guess," they said together.
Smiling, I motioned to the fridge behind me. "Good. Now, are either of you hungry?" And the moment the words left my mouth I knew I'd made a mistake. Never invite twin brothers in their teens over for a snack. Never.
***
Quote is from Agents of SHIELD - another Coulson line.
Allons-y!
October 2, 2013
"It was the beginning...it was a joke...I'm not going to tell it now."
I'm on an editing role. Do you know how rare that is? It kind of means I give up on everything else and edit while I am enjoying it. So, sleep has kind of been pushed aside. Thankfully I'm one of those people who doesn't need a lot of sleep. "I can stay awake for Daaaayyss with no side effects....AHHHHHHHHH!!!" *Eye twitches.* Sorry.
No, I'm not that bad. I've been sleeping. But I have been making good progress with editing, now if I could just find my thumb drive to get back the edits I lost.
But, even with sleep, don't expect me to make a lot of sense right now. That is pushing it. (As if I ever make sense.)
I was watching Monsters VS. Aliens and made another Singur discovery. (He just fits so well with any mad, trench coat wearing scientist!)
You know, if he had a bug head
As of today I have my dominion name set up! (Thanks to one of the nice workers at the site I bought it from and half an hour of fiddling around, trying to find out why it was being so difficult. In the end he found a simple bypass. I like simple.) I think I even found a place to help with the background and header! So maybe everything will be done soon.
NaNo is now only a month away! Is everyone ready? I'm still working on my long outline - it's the first outline I've ever done and it has taken up seven or so pages in my notebook already. (I think I might reveal which book I will be doing, but not until closer to November.)
Has everyone seen the new Hobbit trailer?!?!?!?!?! Are you as excited as I am? (Doesn't Benedict Cumberbach make a convincing dragon? It is almost a little disturbing.) The spider scene looks like it is going to be unnaturally long. Someone is going to have to give me a detailed description of that battle because I don't plan to watch that part.
I saw the first episode of Agents of SHIELD. If you haven't you need to. Coulson has a bigger role in it so is, naturally, even cooler than the over Marvel movies he was in. (AND HE'S ALIVE!!!! So, I'm happy.)
I also saw the Frozen trailer when I went to see Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs 2. That one is a must watch for me, I'm going to drag someone opening day I think. (I say drag but with these kinds of movies I can usually find willing volunteers.)
In the last week, maybe week and a half, I have almost finished another season in the new TV show I am watching. I will have it done tonight, in fact - not the whole show but this season. Don't ask how I am managing with everything else because I don't know.
That is about all the randomness I have. It doesn't seem like much...I am going to have to fix this. Blame it on the editing, it probably commandeered my randomness until I get more on the book done. I think I might go and do some now...
Quote is from SHIELD, when Coulson is trying to tell a joke and the man he is telling it to doesn't get it.
Allons-y!
No, I'm not that bad. I've been sleeping. But I have been making good progress with editing, now if I could just find my thumb drive to get back the edits I lost.
But, even with sleep, don't expect me to make a lot of sense right now. That is pushing it. (As if I ever make sense.)
I was watching Monsters VS. Aliens and made another Singur discovery. (He just fits so well with any mad, trench coat wearing scientist!)
You know, if he had a bug headAs of today I have my dominion name set up! (Thanks to one of the nice workers at the site I bought it from and half an hour of fiddling around, trying to find out why it was being so difficult. In the end he found a simple bypass. I like simple.) I think I even found a place to help with the background and header! So maybe everything will be done soon.
NaNo is now only a month away! Is everyone ready? I'm still working on my long outline - it's the first outline I've ever done and it has taken up seven or so pages in my notebook already. (I think I might reveal which book I will be doing, but not until closer to November.)
Has everyone seen the new Hobbit trailer?!?!?!?!?! Are you as excited as I am? (Doesn't Benedict Cumberbach make a convincing dragon? It is almost a little disturbing.) The spider scene looks like it is going to be unnaturally long. Someone is going to have to give me a detailed description of that battle because I don't plan to watch that part.
I saw the first episode of Agents of SHIELD. If you haven't you need to. Coulson has a bigger role in it so is, naturally, even cooler than the over Marvel movies he was in. (AND HE'S ALIVE!!!! So, I'm happy.)
I also saw the Frozen trailer when I went to see Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs 2. That one is a must watch for me, I'm going to drag someone opening day I think. (I say drag but with these kinds of movies I can usually find willing volunteers.)
In the last week, maybe week and a half, I have almost finished another season in the new TV show I am watching. I will have it done tonight, in fact - not the whole show but this season. Don't ask how I am managing with everything else because I don't know.
That is about all the randomness I have. It doesn't seem like much...I am going to have to fix this. Blame it on the editing, it probably commandeered my randomness until I get more on the book done. I think I might go and do some now...
Quote is from SHIELD, when Coulson is trying to tell a joke and the man he is telling it to doesn't get it.
Allons-y!
September 30, 2013
"We scared those Rebs right out of their boots."
I was going to post last night, then I changed my mind and am risking doing everything out of order and hoping I can still get it all done. It is just that today is my best friend's birthday and it would be weird to not give him the special post I've been planning.
October First has been a very special day to me for the last six or seven years. When I was younger I was even shyer than I am now. I was so bad I would never even have dreamed of starting a blog and talking to people online. So while I might not be sociable, I am much better than I used to be.
Outside of my siblings, who I bickered with more than got along with, I had no friends. (Don't worry, my siblings are my best friends now and we only bicker when my temper is short fused and it never lasts long, because I have cool siblings.)
I spent a lot of time alone when I was younger, probably more time than was healthy for me, and I was never without a book. So, it can be understandable that books became my friends.
There was one book, however, which stood apart from all the others. One person trapped in pages of black and white who became a better friend than any of the fictional characters I met. (There, you needed a bit of poetic sappiness.) And if it is possible to have a best friend who lived 151 years ago than I do.
The book I fell in love with is called Iron Scouts of the Confederacy. It is based on a true story of two brothers who fought together during the Civil War, though it is more about the younger brother, Ben Fane.
The story begins in 1862, a year after the start of the Civil War. Ben was fourteen at the time, an orphan living alone with his older brother Gant in Alabama. They were cotton farmers, not rich like the Plantation owners who lived around them, but content. Ben likes his simple life, but it all changes when a stranger shows up and convinces Gant to join the war. (Gant had been putting it off because he didn't want to leave his younger brother behind, alone without anyone to look after him.) However, when he decides it is his patriotic duty, he leaves Ben in the care of their rich neighbors and rides away.
Right away Ben knows he will never fit in at the plantation, and when life becomes too miserable he runs away, coming to the conclusion that it would be better to lie about his age and fight beside his brother rather then sit at home worrying about him.
And, basically, that is the start of his adventures.
Now I get to the part where I try to explain how I ended up considering Ben a friend and not a hero to fan girl over like certain other men from the past. (Nathaniel Hale, Wallace, Bruce, Stonewall Jackson, George McClellan, John Mosby, Wade Hamption...I guess I like to fan girl over soldiers.)
I suppose part of it was because I was around Ben's age when I read the book. He wasn't like all of the men in the histories books, generals and captains and lieutenants who lead armies and changed history by standing in the front lines for all to see.
No, Ben was a normal kid. He liked climbing trees, he ran around barefoot in the summer, he fished with his big brother, loved riding his horse, and playing with his dog. He went to school, sometimes did badly in school, and worked hard at something he enjoyed.
And yet, there was so much more to him then that. That was what first made me like him, but I don't think it was that which caused me to consider him a friend - though it helped. It is easier to like someone who seems normal then the generals with their gold buttons gleaming as they sit on their horses with their sabers drawn.
You see, Ben was a lot like me. He was short for his age, and teased for it. He didn't fit in at school, and rarely seemed to fit in anywhere at first. He complained more than was necessary sometimes. He did foolish, sometimes even stupid, things which almost got him killed more than once. He was awkward, scared, preferred either his own company or his brother's, and just when you'd think he'd started to grow up he do something so childishly ridiculous I'd be left grinning and giggling and loving him even more for being so human.
There was another side to him, of course. The times he acted childish were always balanced out when he'd do something heroic and unexpected. Ben was one of those people who saw characteristics in people that others miss. Throughout the book he learns to overlook first appearances and find out what a person is truly like. What first started this was when he met his real life best friend, Jack Lewis - eh, what can I say? There is more meaning to my pen name then meets the eye, but I'll get to that later.
Jack was a Yankee. He was fighting on the other side, he and Ben were supposed to be enemies. But when they first meet they realize they are just two ordinary boys who like a lot of the same things. (Jack, like Ben, lied about his age to get into the war. I should say, like Ben was planning on doing. He never actually had to lie.)
Throughout the story, their friendship plays an important role as both willingly risk their lives to help each other out.
But Jack isn't the only one Ben had compassion for. He is often mistreated by a snobbish lieutenant, but when he has a chance to get back at him he doesn't. He helps out Yankees sometimes because he feels it is the right thing to do. He takes it upon himself to keep Gant alive, even though at times Gant proves to be very reckless and seems determined to get himself killed.
Of course, through the war he does grow and changes. He becomes wiser and braver, he understands more of what is going on around him and faces some of his worse fears to keep his friends and brother safe. But he always somehow stayed Ben. And, at the risk of sounding like a sap again, it was very inspiring for a girl who was too shy to even say hi to people she knew. If Ben could join the war at Fourteen, get over his awkwardness, become a soldier, and still coming out with his quirky sense of humor then I could learn how to talk to people without shaking and wanting to cry.
So, I suppose that kind of sums up why I consider him my friend, even if he was dead years before I was ever born.
Now you might be wondering why I bothered to write this at all. Well, I have two reasons.
Today, October First, is his birthday and it didn't seem nice to skip it without at least mentioning him. (It is his 165th.)
Also, one of the questions asked for my new Home Page was how I came to be called Jack Lewis. And while, at the time, it had little to do with Ben's real life friend, Jack Lewis has always been around since I read the book because - he was Ben's friend and I'd always wished I could have lived at the same time to have had the same honour. (The means of getting my pen name was a long, complex journey and this was just one part of it, but it answers at least a little bit of the question.)
Quote is taken from the book, after Ben looses his boots while hiding from a band of Yankees up a tree. It is one of the most quoted lines I use, and usually at the most random times.
Allons-y!
October First has been a very special day to me for the last six or seven years. When I was younger I was even shyer than I am now. I was so bad I would never even have dreamed of starting a blog and talking to people online. So while I might not be sociable, I am much better than I used to be.
Outside of my siblings, who I bickered with more than got along with, I had no friends. (Don't worry, my siblings are my best friends now and we only bicker when my temper is short fused and it never lasts long, because I have cool siblings.)
I spent a lot of time alone when I was younger, probably more time than was healthy for me, and I was never without a book. So, it can be understandable that books became my friends.
There was one book, however, which stood apart from all the others. One person trapped in pages of black and white who became a better friend than any of the fictional characters I met. (There, you needed a bit of poetic sappiness.) And if it is possible to have a best friend who lived 151 years ago than I do.
The book I fell in love with is called Iron Scouts of the Confederacy. It is based on a true story of two brothers who fought together during the Civil War, though it is more about the younger brother, Ben Fane.
The story begins in 1862, a year after the start of the Civil War. Ben was fourteen at the time, an orphan living alone with his older brother Gant in Alabama. They were cotton farmers, not rich like the Plantation owners who lived around them, but content. Ben likes his simple life, but it all changes when a stranger shows up and convinces Gant to join the war. (Gant had been putting it off because he didn't want to leave his younger brother behind, alone without anyone to look after him.) However, when he decides it is his patriotic duty, he leaves Ben in the care of their rich neighbors and rides away.
Right away Ben knows he will never fit in at the plantation, and when life becomes too miserable he runs away, coming to the conclusion that it would be better to lie about his age and fight beside his brother rather then sit at home worrying about him.
And, basically, that is the start of his adventures.
Now I get to the part where I try to explain how I ended up considering Ben a friend and not a hero to fan girl over like certain other men from the past. (Nathaniel Hale, Wallace, Bruce, Stonewall Jackson, George McClellan, John Mosby, Wade Hamption...I guess I like to fan girl over soldiers.)
I suppose part of it was because I was around Ben's age when I read the book. He wasn't like all of the men in the histories books, generals and captains and lieutenants who lead armies and changed history by standing in the front lines for all to see.
No, Ben was a normal kid. He liked climbing trees, he ran around barefoot in the summer, he fished with his big brother, loved riding his horse, and playing with his dog. He went to school, sometimes did badly in school, and worked hard at something he enjoyed.
And yet, there was so much more to him then that. That was what first made me like him, but I don't think it was that which caused me to consider him a friend - though it helped. It is easier to like someone who seems normal then the generals with their gold buttons gleaming as they sit on their horses with their sabers drawn.
You see, Ben was a lot like me. He was short for his age, and teased for it. He didn't fit in at school, and rarely seemed to fit in anywhere at first. He complained more than was necessary sometimes. He did foolish, sometimes even stupid, things which almost got him killed more than once. He was awkward, scared, preferred either his own company or his brother's, and just when you'd think he'd started to grow up he do something so childishly ridiculous I'd be left grinning and giggling and loving him even more for being so human.
There was another side to him, of course. The times he acted childish were always balanced out when he'd do something heroic and unexpected. Ben was one of those people who saw characteristics in people that others miss. Throughout the book he learns to overlook first appearances and find out what a person is truly like. What first started this was when he met his real life best friend, Jack Lewis - eh, what can I say? There is more meaning to my pen name then meets the eye, but I'll get to that later.
Jack was a Yankee. He was fighting on the other side, he and Ben were supposed to be enemies. But when they first meet they realize they are just two ordinary boys who like a lot of the same things. (Jack, like Ben, lied about his age to get into the war. I should say, like Ben was planning on doing. He never actually had to lie.)
Throughout the story, their friendship plays an important role as both willingly risk their lives to help each other out.
But Jack isn't the only one Ben had compassion for. He is often mistreated by a snobbish lieutenant, but when he has a chance to get back at him he doesn't. He helps out Yankees sometimes because he feels it is the right thing to do. He takes it upon himself to keep Gant alive, even though at times Gant proves to be very reckless and seems determined to get himself killed.
Of course, through the war he does grow and changes. He becomes wiser and braver, he understands more of what is going on around him and faces some of his worse fears to keep his friends and brother safe. But he always somehow stayed Ben. And, at the risk of sounding like a sap again, it was very inspiring for a girl who was too shy to even say hi to people she knew. If Ben could join the war at Fourteen, get over his awkwardness, become a soldier, and still coming out with his quirky sense of humor then I could learn how to talk to people without shaking and wanting to cry.
So, I suppose that kind of sums up why I consider him my friend, even if he was dead years before I was ever born.
Now you might be wondering why I bothered to write this at all. Well, I have two reasons.
Today, October First, is his birthday and it didn't seem nice to skip it without at least mentioning him. (It is his 165th.)
Also, one of the questions asked for my new Home Page was how I came to be called Jack Lewis. And while, at the time, it had little to do with Ben's real life friend, Jack Lewis has always been around since I read the book because - he was Ben's friend and I'd always wished I could have lived at the same time to have had the same honour. (The means of getting my pen name was a long, complex journey and this was just one part of it, but it answers at least a little bit of the question.)
Quote is taken from the book, after Ben looses his boots while hiding from a band of Yankees up a tree. It is one of the most quoted lines I use, and usually at the most random times.
Allons-y!
September 26, 2013
"You think you'll just come back to life?" "When don't I?"
Wherein Jack engages in a deadly battle against Math, and other harrowing and random adventures.
I mentioned not very long ago that my characters are starting to be shipped - a reader term for paired off. (Pairing off characters is a dangerous pastime. If the author learns of it, and if they are - say - an Evil Overlord...and if not all the books are out yet, then the author has the ability to break the reader's hearts in cruel ways. Kind of makes you glad you don't know any Evil Overlords, doesn't it?)
Anyways, after posting about ships and how I wouldn't be getting my own ship, I logged into my email to find this waiting for me.
Isn't she a beauty? And she only cost me a pound. (Okay, shew as free...) Anyways, I am taking her out on the high seas for an adventure. Maybe chase down some pirates. Find a jar of dirt. Fight off Red Rackham. Have a magnificent garden party. Anyone care to join me? I'm in need of a crew.
I was watching Megamind the other day when came to the realization. If Singur were evil and an Alien....he'd pretty much look like this
I got another random email the other day. With another picture.
I was lego-ized! In the words of Vector..."Oh yeah!"
I had a huge fan girl moment today when I learned that Episode One of Agents of SHIELD is now on Hulu. "You don't know what this means." Anyone who doubted Coulson living now gets a HUGE "I told you soing" from me.
I finished round one of edits for Abolished and have began the next round. "Who's up for round two?! Oh...tell the kid to be more careful.."
Since I spent the summer with my nose in a book, I've been having a TV show marathon now that fall is here. I think I should take a moment to talk about my skills, because I should get a cookie at least....Between school and editing I'v still managed to finish almost two seasons in about two weeks. Come now, admit it, you are in awe of my skills. (I know, all that talent. And just think, people are out there drawing master pieces or writing songs...)
I get a ton of emails a day, but most of them are from the same person. I've considered putting them all in one email when I reply to them, but I like getting bombarded so I haven't gotten around to it. (And we talk about the same thing in all the emails...)
And now, since I mention math in my introduction, I guess I should mention it now. Not that I want to. We don't get along, at all. Like how Frodo didn't get along with Shelob. Tintin with Ratopocolus. Anakin with lava.
I've heard people usually only use one side of their brains. The math side or the creative side. I realized I am so creative sided I don't even grasp the simple concepts of math. At all. You should see my math teacher and tutor, and parents trying to teach me. (When this is over I am burning my workbook while laughing insanely.)
Now I should take a serious moment. (Don't die of shock)
I am looking for help. (Not the mental kind.) I have been trying to figure out background and header designs for my renovation as I set up my official website. I don't know how to get the designs I want though. (I know what I want, just not HOW to do it.) If anyone knows anything about those kinds of things, if you could please email me, I would like to talk over some things with you. *Blink, blink*
And, now, before I end this randomness. In the post below I have things going on. You can have chance to ask me anything you can think of - it is for my new homepage. (Those who have already asked, I am starting work on it now, so you might see some of your questions answered already. And if you think up more you can keep asking. I will be keeping it going until next week sometime. Probably next Friday.)
And I remembered one more thing. I was holding a contest, which I posted about HERE! I am now going to annoyance the winner. But first, I will let you all know which song inspired which character.
Song One: Isidore Thaddeus Reichmann
Song Two: Darcy Steed
Song Three: Hannah Brown
Song Four: Captain Shamus Steed
Song Five: Jack O'Malley
Song Six: Tony Verne
Song Seven: Singur
Song Eight: Peter Jones
I liked reading the guesses, by the way. And, as some of you said, the songs could fit more than one character. And, since only two guessed, and since neither of the guesses matched mine...I shall declare both winners. (I shall be emailing you both, Treskie and Kismint and you can pick what sneak peak you'd like.)
Okay, that is all. I am going.
And I am leaving you with a funny, heartbreaking Rory and Amy quote.
Allons-y!
I mentioned not very long ago that my characters are starting to be shipped - a reader term for paired off. (Pairing off characters is a dangerous pastime. If the author learns of it, and if they are - say - an Evil Overlord...and if not all the books are out yet, then the author has the ability to break the reader's hearts in cruel ways. Kind of makes you glad you don't know any Evil Overlords, doesn't it?)
Anyways, after posting about ships and how I wouldn't be getting my own ship, I logged into my email to find this waiting for me.
Isn't she a beauty? And she only cost me a pound. (Okay, shew as free...) Anyways, I am taking her out on the high seas for an adventure. Maybe chase down some pirates. Find a jar of dirt. Fight off Red Rackham. Have a magnificent garden party. Anyone care to join me? I'm in need of a crew.
I was watching Megamind the other day when came to the realization. If Singur were evil and an Alien....he'd pretty much look like this
I got another random email the other day. With another picture.
I was lego-ized! In the words of Vector..."Oh yeah!"I had a huge fan girl moment today when I learned that Episode One of Agents of SHIELD is now on Hulu. "You don't know what this means." Anyone who doubted Coulson living now gets a HUGE "I told you soing" from me.
I finished round one of edits for Abolished and have began the next round. "Who's up for round two?! Oh...tell the kid to be more careful.."
Since I spent the summer with my nose in a book, I've been having a TV show marathon now that fall is here. I think I should take a moment to talk about my skills, because I should get a cookie at least....Between school and editing I'v still managed to finish almost two seasons in about two weeks. Come now, admit it, you are in awe of my skills. (I know, all that talent. And just think, people are out there drawing master pieces or writing songs...)
I get a ton of emails a day, but most of them are from the same person. I've considered putting them all in one email when I reply to them, but I like getting bombarded so I haven't gotten around to it. (And we talk about the same thing in all the emails...)
And now, since I mention math in my introduction, I guess I should mention it now. Not that I want to. We don't get along, at all. Like how Frodo didn't get along with Shelob. Tintin with Ratopocolus. Anakin with lava.
I've heard people usually only use one side of their brains. The math side or the creative side. I realized I am so creative sided I don't even grasp the simple concepts of math. At all. You should see my math teacher and tutor, and parents trying to teach me. (When this is over I am burning my workbook while laughing insanely.)
Now I should take a serious moment. (Don't die of shock)
I am looking for help. (Not the mental kind.) I have been trying to figure out background and header designs for my renovation as I set up my official website. I don't know how to get the designs I want though. (I know what I want, just not HOW to do it.) If anyone knows anything about those kinds of things, if you could please email me, I would like to talk over some things with you. *Blink, blink*
And, now, before I end this randomness. In the post below I have things going on. You can have chance to ask me anything you can think of - it is for my new homepage. (Those who have already asked, I am starting work on it now, so you might see some of your questions answered already. And if you think up more you can keep asking. I will be keeping it going until next week sometime. Probably next Friday.)
And I remembered one more thing. I was holding a contest, which I posted about HERE! I am now going to annoyance the winner. But first, I will let you all know which song inspired which character.
Song One: Isidore Thaddeus Reichmann
Song Two: Darcy Steed
Song Three: Hannah Brown
Song Four: Captain Shamus Steed
Song Five: Jack O'Malley
Song Six: Tony Verne
Song Seven: Singur
Song Eight: Peter Jones
I liked reading the guesses, by the way. And, as some of you said, the songs could fit more than one character. And, since only two guessed, and since neither of the guesses matched mine...I shall declare both winners. (I shall be emailing you both, Treskie and Kismint and you can pick what sneak peak you'd like.)
Okay, that is all. I am going.
And I am leaving you with a funny, heartbreaking Rory and Amy quote.
Allons-y!
