I am going to start a new profile for a motre specialized blog. Yes, I know I tried the new blog thing before, but this time I'll actually post on this one. I also realize that I post seldom on this one. I will try to change that. In a few weeks I should be able, if people are interested, to post my 4233 word paper on masculinity using Pride and Prejudice and the Bible. Just remember, I will not be me on this new blog. Here is the profile name and address: HalfElvenBard and http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/talesofthebards/ Add me as a friend, preferably if I know you.   Brett

Hi. Sorry I have not bin posting for a wile. but I was bisy with this nice videogame. I know what your thinking. video games are not as importint as people but they are to me just like swords are importint to Brett and well, I don't know what Hanna and every won els likes.

Just in case none of you saw it: Homer has posted an entry about writing habits below this one. Thank you.

Now, here is the entry you have all been waiting for(you havn't been anticipating this, then that's ok, too. ):

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Once upon a time, there lived a princess. She was the daughter of the King and Queen of Teralou. She, aside from her mother, was considered the most beautiful creature in all the land(maybe even the whole world!). No, she was not beautiful when she was young; actually, she was a very sickly little girl. She was like that up to the age of thirteen. Then, she cared for her complexion more, and she learned to love to brush her hair, which was wave upon wave of chocolaty brown. Her eyes were the darkest brown in the whole kingdom; and no one had lips as finely curved as hers. Suddenly, all the young men in the kingdom noticed her newly found beauty. They noticed it from far and wide, too. She had lots of them come to show their stuff. For two years they came. And for two years, she kept saying no. She didn't have very many friends anymore, for all the girls envied her. They couldn't see why she didn't take to the Duke of Lythe; or why she never gave a glace to the Prince of Meadow. Only her parents knew why, and they were beaming with pride. Her True Father was proud as well. For the princess looked for one thing only: her true "brother". Someone who walked daily with her Father. Someone who knew Him as a Father and a Friend. That was something that the Duke of Lythe, and the Prince of Meadow, or any of the others did not have. Her father's counselors tried to tell her that she would never find anyone like that. But she knew to trust her True Father, and if He wanted her married, He would bring someone who met her expectations along; and if He wanted her single, then she would simply give up the kingdom to her younger brother, Jonathan. Princess Esthar of Teralou was, by far, the most beautiful young woman inside and out.

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Sam

What habits have you guys formed when writing? When I write, my habit is to sit down and do a big hit in one go, with classical music playing in the room. What habits have you formed, and how do they help you get stories onto paper?

 

On the flipside, do you have any bad habits you’re trying to erase? Or are you trying to cultivate any new, good habits at the moment?

 

HOMER

P.S. Who is the leader of Inklings now? I haven't kept up to date with the changes around here.

Hey, everyone! This is the newest member!!!! I'm going to be posting on of my stories called Tammies wish-I'm already posting them on my blog. Just to let you know...the first chapter isn't all that great. It gets better, don't worry.

BTW, my name is Rachel, and my Username on the chatbox is WarriorsGirl, because I love the warrior series!

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I laughed when I saw the elf make faces at Jennie. I laughed so hard that I fell over onto the floor. The elf looked pleased with himself and didn't notice Jennie run away with tears in her eyes.
                          But I did.   

I heard a maid giggle when she saw Jennie stumble and fall, her long legs streaming everywhere. The maid didn't notice a sharp cry and Jennie burying her head in her arms.
                         But I did.

 Walking to the table at dinner, Jennie sliped on a piece of butter that was on the floor. The King and Queen chuckled to themselves and didn't see Jennie push away the food and not eat anything, even though her stomach was plainly growling.
     But I, Her Royal Majesty Princess Gwenevoria, did.

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I caught up with my mother as she walked back to her Royal Room for dinner, and said, "Why is Jennie always made fun of?"
   The Queen glanced sharply at her. "Gwenny..."
   I hastily curtsied. "Please tell me."
   Mother stiffened. "Now is not the time, Gwen. You know the Castel of Lights is having trouble as it is without your silly questions. Please go back to your room and write in your journal. Then I expect you to take an hour long bath, making sure you are 99.9999% clean, then you may read until nine thirty. Now leave me at once!"
    I curtsied again, and then walked off as fast as I was allowed.

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    I entered my room. It was quite dull, actually, compared to the rooms in the Castle of Dawn, where the twelve children live. There's a rumor that they are all named after the twelve months in a year...I've always wondered if its true. Anyway, my room has a canopy bed, a pool sized tub, a bathroom with two sinks (one for washing hands, one for washing face) and on the wall two large platforms, one with another bed on it and a ladder leading up, and one with a couple blankets and a piece of rope. The one with the bed was my writing area, the one with the rope was my two cats area. 
I looked around my room, making sure no one was there, and dashed under the bed. I tapped the wall gently, and out came a small door that had a tiny cubbyhole inside. I reached my hand in, grouped among other things I had hidden, and found my journal. Unlocking it with the key that hung around my neck, I came back out from underneath my bed and started climbing the ladder up to my small alcove.

              The 17 of December, in the year Yam.
Must I write in this again? Mother expects me to write in this every day, and the only thing I found in it is discomfert. This will be a short entry, I can tell.  My hand hurts from writing, my head hurts from looking at my awful handwriting, my neck hurts from always having to hide this stupid key from our guests. Even my sister Jennie, the clutzy bookworm, dislikes writing. Once I was snooping through her room, and I found the cubby whole in her room with the Diary in it. She's lucky-hers isn't under the bed, its next to the window! She has some very dull entries, but the one thing I learned from it is that she hates writing in it too. Goodness, this is the longest entry I have ever written! Good night, Journal.

BTW, you can see my real blog at

www.homeschoolblogger.com/Rachel/

hey guys! Lauren here :D

 

Just wanted to let you know I'm STILL with Inklings :D

Just been busy right now!

*Hugs to all the Inklings!*

 

Lauren

1 Pick up a book that is near to you

2 Go to page twelve in the book

3 Read the first two sentences and post it on your blog

4 Also post the book title and the name of the author

5 Tag 3 other People : )

My answer:

     "I suppose you will all stay to supper?" he said in his politest unpressing tones.

     "Of course!" said Thorin.

The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien

And I tag three people who read this if I have that many.

I'm afraid this is gonna have to be short again. I will post about an average coputer day soon, but for now I can only say that I got my acceptance letter from Master's. So, that's where I will probably be going to college. I'm sorry if I don't sound very enthusiastic. I don't feel very enthusiastic right now because I have ALOT of school stuff due very soon that I need to do. My 3600+ word paper is due on Friday. And I get my braces off tommorow.

 

Brett

Hey guys... I know I seem like some foreign alien or something. Some of you new Inklings probably don't even know who I am! Anyway.. this is Lois Johnson... Syd on HSB. I have been HORRIBLE about posting on here so I'm going to try to get better... Right now, I just wanted to 'advertise' my friend's blog. Well.. I'm running it but she's writing everything for it.. It explains it all there. Anyway... it's here Thanks Inks!
;-)Syd/Lois Walfrid Johnson

Greetings,

I just wanted to let you guys know that I am working on posting Chapter One of one of my stories.

Thank you for your patience.

~Sam