He Will Never Leave You
• Dec. 21, 2009 - Please listen...wonderful song...
• Dec. 21, 2009 - Winter Words
Posted By The Reading Maid
Here is my list for Skyewriter's Winter Words. I do not have them all, but The good LORD willing, I'll try to soon.
I chose snowflake:
S: Sarah Bishop
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W:
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L: Mandie and The Missing School Marm by Lois Gladys Leppard
A:
K: Gentle's Holler by Kerry Madden
E: Elsie's Stolen Heart by Martha Finley
I pray you have a great week in the LORD, and GOD bless,
TheReadingMaid |
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• Dec. 20, 2009 -
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• Dec. 19, 2009 - "What's worth the price is always worth the fight."
Posted By Pip
Someone should write a book of prompts for blogposts. I literally sat here for five minutes without rational musings or logical bits of brilliance leaping to my fingers. *wild laughter* I've read way too many blogs with dull openings; the first sentence should create an impression that represents the post as a whole. But enough of this blah. Due to the disgracefully un-recent date to the last ramble on here, I have decided to once again haunt the cyber public. *shoves on nerdy glasses and gives her Reader a toothpaste commercial smile with sparkles and a blast of classical music*
The past two weeks have been a whirl of activity; the Jack Tale Players have had multiple performances which all require rehearsals and lengthy trips in a very old van. The director has also been running several performances of his Christmas play and I was one of the volunteers he had serving in the 'dinner' section of the dinner theatre. I've never tried my hand at waitressing, so it was a bit WOOOOOoooh at first but I warmed up to dashing back and forth with coffee and iced tea pitchers. Both Camirryn and Dadsy were waiters at one time, so I got some pointers in that regard. December has also brought me a singularly thrilling/terrifying experience: movie audition. *watches the Reader fall over dead* Paramount is remaking 'True Grit', an old John Wayne western, and they were having an open casting call for the state I live in. I prayed about it and my parents and I eventually came to the same conclusion that hey, I might as well. So Dadsy drove me up to the theatre they were holding the audition at and we stood in line for, I kid you not, three hours. Two cups of coffee were consumed in those three hours spent hopping around to ward off the cutting winds, not to mention an actual alley stretching out from our slow-moving meander to the glass double doors and a ton of normal girls who could honestly care less whether they made a professional impression (which they didn't to us, the ever-innocent bystanders). They had me fill out a form, rant at a casting director about who I was and why they should consider me (the rant lasting for a grand total of thirty seconds), and then we struck off on the long, snowy road back home. Drive for three hours, stand in line for three hours, talk for thirty seconds, drive for three hours. It was an eventful day. But I had a blast, despite unexplainable breathlessness and shaky legs as we walked out of the theatre, my eyes still scorched from the casting director's stony glare. *grins* I'm glad I was able to try out; I can technically claim to have auditioned for the lead role in a Hollywood movie.
I was asked by Momsie last week about the topic of a persuasion paper that would address one of the cultural issues I found lacking in justice. Years of observation has shown me an extremely troubling truth, one of those nasty little details that modern culture strives to cover with weak arguments which, shockingly enough, had been embraced by the crushing majority. Call me dramatic but this is one of those things which lurks behind prejudice! I'm speaking of the immediate assumption people make that homeschoolers are stupid. Count yourself fortunate if you've never had this blatantcy tossed in your face. I once heard these obstacle aptly described as a cross to be borne. One doesn't think about preconceived notions against the value of home educating when they think of persecution, but think about it: Johnny is educated outside of the government-financed school systems, he's not accepting the generous educational standards offered by the public school systems, thereby obviously not getting the correct or sufficient education he requires/deserves/shouldhavehad, so Johnny is stupid. Nice logic, huh? Not. I'm not out to flame public school systems, only state my opinion because I believe it should be addressed. If I were to write a persuasion paper, this would probably be the topic because no good argument can thrive without passionate belief in your viewpoint. Personally, I think that unless circumstances are such that the parents cannot educate their own child, communication between family members and the standard of education would be higher if Johnny was taught by his own parents, learning their world views and building his own based on the biblical values so savagely discarded from mainstream education. We lose ourselves to the constant stream of what beneficial citizens should behave like and discover that home educating is generally discouraged. Because of course, Johnny would learn better in a big classroom surrounded by detached peers, taught by an impartial teacher with an 'approved' curriculum (approved by whom, I might add? Is it possible that these teachers and the writers of their textbooks have world views which might conflict with the world view Johnny's parents wish to install within his heart and mind?), drenched in the cultural norm day after day instead of staying home and developing good character and a strong relationship with his family. I've noticed that when a homeschooler makes some sort of mistake, blame automatically falls on his parents for having raised him in such a fashion, or on the fact that he was homeschooled. And then when a public schooled or culturally accepted person messes something up, people are quick to make excuses because he was shoved into the ever-encompassing Flow. I thought the world owes us nothing. Apparently conformity is owed much! Why is it that those who set their gaze on heaven, rather than earth, are the ones to whom nothing is owed? Homeschoolers aren't robots without emotions, that the norm may slap a label bearing 'STOOPID' on and then throw away for useless. This rant shall now be ended. On a fringe note for this segment, I'd love to hear your opinion on this. The Hideaway has been very silent lately; what are your thoughts? Is there such a thing as an ideal mind, a cerebral level that a 'beneficial citizen' might chase after? If so, is it reached by public school systems, personal soul-searching, homeschooling or something else? Feel free to bash anything I've said. Opposition builds determination, does it not?
Our plans to go Christmas shopping were dramatically altered when it began snowing early this afternoon...and never stopped. The flakes are coming down in lashing sheets! In the almost-four years we've lived in this house, we've never had so much fluffy, milky, beautiful snow! The Girls and I were thrilled, running from one window to another and squeaking with delight at how much the drifts had grown since our last window-check. Falling snow is insanely inspiring. Which is a good thing, because my writing has recently dragged me through a laundry wringer, then chained me to a persnickety computer and shoved a leaky pen into my weary fingers. Exaggeration? I think not. I get into these weird moods where I doubt I'm even qualified to call myself a writer, and begin begging God to either blast me away with mad inspiration or distract me so I will quit worrying. I seriously can't imagine NOT writing, seeing as how when I don't write much of anything for a single day (*gasp*), I get all scared that maybe the words will one day just dry up and my fingers will curl idly around the handle of my cup brimming with tepid tea. Lately my writing has really suffered, whether from lack of time/inspiration, or from sheer exhaustion in trying to glean words from a scene where nothing.is.happening. This book is...a tad slow. So I threw in a rather violent curve of plot, which seemed to help. I am back on track and happily banging away the hours, loosely following my outline (*frowns at the wild laughter from her Reader and ahems*) towards a twelve-year-skip-ahead. My satisfaction is fragile when it comes to this particular book; it's given me way too much trouble sofar for me to say I'm now on safe ground.
This wraps up my month-spanning summary. I could bore you with piddling details, such as the fact that I now own an actual black cloak (*pleased smirk*) that I'm soon going to freak Wal-Mart employees out with, or the fact that I've already done a year's schoolwork, or the pros and cons of being iced in for a couple days so that we find it necessary to walk down our very long driveway to the mailbox (pro being the beautiful scenery and a nice sister-sister talk with Katsy, con being there was no mail on account of the crazy amount of snow we got this afternoon)...but what is imagination for? I hope your own life is going as colorfully.
Merry CHRISTmas! |
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• Dec. 19, 2009 - ATTENTION ALL SLAYERS FANS!!!!!
Posted By Alena Silver
• Dec. 18, 2009 - Cookies!
Hello readers. Tonight we made sugar cookies. I believe I already mentioned that I really don't cook. Well, so to my inexperience, the dough was sticking to my fingers because I did not have enough flour. Then my sister and I made wreath cookies. Her's looked all nice and green with a little red ribbon. Mine looked just like a green cookie donut.
The good LORD wiling, tommorrow is Christmas shopping. Crazy thing too, waiting until the good LORD willing, saturday before Christmas to get gifts. I hope the store is not crowded...
Today was the last day of school, save an English test and some other tests I did not do. I spent the later part of the afternoon watching Christmas shows on dvd.
I really have nothing else to post. I am not really in the posting mood. I pray you have a great week in the LORD, and GOD bless,
TheReadingMaid
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• Dec. 15, 2009 - just how Raynea can become Lavender in less than a minute
Well, you all know how the story goes. When I'm usually on here, I'm playing around as Raynea. Buuuuut I decided that whenever I post something about real life I'll post on here since I'm at school and I'm Raynea about 97% of the time. So, here goes.
The ones of you who actually decided to READ my last post know that I've been going through a hard time and around last week, I was about two inches away from falling into darkness, becoming Raynea totally and losing the other two personalities altogether. I was depressed and I thought that I didn't have any real friends and I felt really lonely and I was sick of being the hero. I was being deathly sarcastic with all of the people I talk to and really mean and threatening. I was wearing black A LOT.
I was passing notes with this guy named Josh, who is one of Alex's best friends. No, not in class; we'd write on it and exchange it during passing period. But anyhoo. I was a little hurt and for some strange reason, I trusted that kid enough to tell him that Alex had broken my heart and I was afraid he was never going to come back. I told him that I was going to give up on love altogether. And....well....I told him that I felt like killing myself and getting it over with. I was sick of the world being the way it was. "It's not like anyone would miss me," I wrote.
Well, as I said before, Josh is one of Alex's best friends. He(as in Alex) saw me give the note to Josh and wanted to know what it was. We wouldn't let him, and well....I had gotten home and I was listening to some really depressing music when the phone rang.
It was Alex.
"I need to ask you something."
"Yeah?" I was busy folding clothes. I thought he was going to ask me if I was going out with somebody else, since I'd asked him that morning if he would give me one last kiss. Because I was finally going to give up on him and try to move on. Resign myself to being alone.
"Will you go back out with me?"
I froze. It was a replay of the first time he'd asked me out. Same thing had happened: I had no idea what he needed to ask me, and when he asked me, I froze up. I sighed. "Of course I will."
"Josh let me read the note," he said.
"Oh, no," I sighed, laughing.
"Yup." Silence for a minute. "Were you giving up on me?"
"Yes," I confessed. I had been. I couldn't lie to him and tell him anything different. For some reason, I can't really lie to Alex. It's kind of like he forces me to tell him the truth.
"Don't ever think like that," he added. "You know what I'm talking about, right?"
"Yeah."
"People would miss you."
So, in less than a minute, all of the depression melted away and was replaced by love and happiness. I stopped being Raynea and I went back to being Lavender. The next day when Alex met me before gym class, he said, "You seem happy today."
I smiled. "Yup."
"Why?" It was a rhetorical question. "Oh, and you're wearing a different jacket!" He was right. I'd tossed the black sweatshirt I'd been wearing for the past three weeks in the dirty clothes yesterday and I was wearing a blue tiger-striped jacket instead.
Actually, in the past week--or has it been two now? I can't remember. But anyhoo, I kept wearing black off and on for a few days and then I stopped altogether. I went back to Lavender, back to wearing color and being happy and making funny jokes. I confused a few people because I'd made some new friends during those three weeks and they hadn't ever seen me in anything but black. Muahaha. I think I'm going back to "Figure Me Out." It's much more fun to confusle people.
Oh, and one other thing.
That day when Alex called me, he said something I thought I'd never hear anyone ask me. "This is really awkward," he said.
"No, you can say it, it's all right," I reassured him, throwing a t-shirt in Daddy's basket. Again, I was oblivious to what he'd say next. It took him a few seconds, but he said it.
"I want to marry you."
Well, there you have it. I guess I did fall in love, so hard that I might as well have jumped off the Empire State Building. I never told anyone, but about a year ago I decided that I'd never fall in love again. Not true love, anyway. Nobody would ever like me back. See, there was this fight that one of my friends and I got into because she broke up with this kid that I just happened to like and she thought I was all ready to snatch him up. No, not me. Back then, I still wasn't interested in boyfriends. But I lost a friend that week at church camp, and that guy, well, he broke my heart. I thought I'd never find anyone. I thought I was too much of a good little girl and I'd never find a person that would love me back the same way.
But Alex, he's different. Even in his own words, he said that when I fell for him, he opened up a trap door. Before I met him, I was literally scoffing at all the boys who were showing off to me or at all the girls who suggested that I might look good with this guy or that guy. But Alex broke through the ice. I don't know how he did it, but he did.
Before he broke up with me, Alex was always talking about how he'd beat somebody up if they hurt me. Saying he'd protect me. He was always joking. But now? This may seem like a severe case of twitterpation--especially to you, Sarah--but he really means it this time. He's jealous of me. He's not joking anymore. It's a little hard to describe, and it might make a few of you want to throw up if I did, but he's REALLY protective of me now. It seems so much like a story to me. But it's not. And I think this time I really am going to get a happily-ever-after.
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• Monday 14 December 2009 - Hot tea and cold days - and the trouble with plots
Posted By Jason told me I can't put my name here for security reasons
Recently I have faced many ups and downs with my writing, mostly with the Hemlock books. I have had far too many plots and characters for the series and, after much work and arguing – which included death threats and dagger pulling, making me long all the more for my sword – I have come to terms with everyone and we have settled on many things.
Hemlock is now a six book series. I completely took out Trisli's plot and am using it for another series I am planning – which just had a cool title and a character with a cool name. Trisli is still in the books but I do not go into the story of – oh wait, that would give away a plot. Moving on.
Also, I am pleased to announce that, as I have finally finished the final version of Despair and Hope, it is now being edited. I am in the hopes of completing editing by May at the latest and seeking out a publisher soon. Among changes in this book is the change in title which now appears as:
The Tales of Hemlock
The Stranger
A Story of Despair and Hope.
Another quirk I am trying to work out is Theobald's hood. I have been debating changing it to a mask but have yet to find one that suits him, me, and the plot. It is terribly hard to de-mask a guy, ten times easier to de-hood him. Not to mention I have been having interesting dreams about the Lone Ranger since then.
Book two has also changed in that it is now book three and there is a new book two. In this book Reid returns out of the blue. Need I say more?
Then there is that death scene I wrote for Maddock but which was strongly voted against by many of his adoring fans. I still determined to use it on someone and made a character for it, only when I wrote it it was lacking in something. Roderick could not pull it off. So, Roderick lives – and Quentin has offered to take the scene. Rather he was voted in to it being I would not be killing off one of the main heroes while at the same time making it sad – yes, that was an interesting debate.
While book one is coming along very well book two is struggling. I am uncertain about the plot and am therefore going at it more slowly then I normally do. However, I have not stopped writing all together and am reviving a story that was about to be sent to the black hole. The character in it gave me some major problems – kidnapping the muse I share with my best friends and holding her hostage for a whole night. However, I think everything is better now – at least I hope it is. I shall keep everyone updated on that but for now I have to be off as the character is calling |
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• Dec. 14, 2009 - HAPPY BIRTHDAY EMMA!!!
Happy Birthday to you, my oldest friend!! You can claim seniority over all my other friends, since you could say we were friends before we were born. ;) I love you SO much!!! I hope you have a WONDERFUL day, and I cannot wait to get together so that we can celebrate both our birthdays properly! ;) Sweet 16!! Now we both have to start acting grown up, I guess. (Not like you weren't already. You're very mature.)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! *throws confetti, dances around, but specifically refrains from singing the birthday song*
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• Dec. 10, 2009 - Happy Birthday Jesus!
First of all: Happy Anniversary Mama and Daddy! I love you!
Hello! This week has been good. I got two book from the library that I have not yet read. They're called "Gentle's Holler", and the other one is a book of Christmas stories by Louisa May Alcott. It's called "A Quiet Little Woman." I have not started reading them, though.
I also watched another version of "Little Women" this week. I believe it was done in the 1970's. It was the third version I have seen, but I like my 1994 one. The other one was done a looooong time ago. Sometime in the 1930's or 1940's. That was the first version I watched, but it was in black in white. I used to not like black and white movies, but now it does not bother me.
15 days until Christmas. There is only a few books and a couple other things that I want. Yes, simple, but I like to read...hence the username ->TheReadingMaid.
Yeah....
Not really been writing. Not really had the drive to. Thimble and The Revengelful Heart, and a mystery book is all I am working on. Though I really have not worked on the mystery, and The Reavengeful Heart is, well, it is just-ahhhhhh!
Oh I wants a hippo for Christmas, onlys a hippo will do!
You know there are people out there who have never heard the hippo Christmas song? *faints* And, you have no excuse to say you have had no chance to listen to it , because it is on my playlist. It is number 4.
Did anyone watch Prep&Landing? Haha, that was funny. It was an abc special that came on after "A Charlie Brown Christmas"(which is one of the best Christmas cartoons) about elves who prepare houses for Santa. I loved the part with the eleves heads coming out of the chimney with night vision goggles like spies. Anyway, I like watching silly things. The good LORD willing, now I need to watch other Christmas movies like: The Nativity Story, Beauty and the Beast: The Enchanted Christmas, Barbie in the Nutcracker(yes, I watch barbie movies), and A Christmas Carol. And the Christmas shows like: Nester: The long-eared donkey*sniffs*, The Grinch(cartoon, not movie!), The Year Without A Santa Claus, etc.
The good LORD willing, this weekend is going to kind of be busy. Church, parade, shopping,-so yes.
I pray you have a great week in the LORD, and GOD bless,
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