Search me, O God, and know my heart; try me and know my anxious thoughts; and see if there be any hurtful way in me, and lead me in the everlasting way. ~Psalm 139:23-24

"The story I am writing exists, written in absolutely perfect fashion, some place, in the air. All I must do is find it, and copy it." ~Jules Renard,1895


Greetings and welcome to my blog! I am Molly the lady and authoress who tries to keep her muse with her, but it usually goes off without me. Please make yourself comfortable, and enjoy you stay!I am 16 years old, and I enjoy reading. I also quite enjoy writing, nature, and old fashioned things. My favorite time was the Regency Era. My favorite Jane Austen novel is Persuasion. I am currently writing a novel called The Shepherdess of North-Tynendell. Below you can see the current word count for it. Please comment, if you would, even if your just passing through for I love to converse with anyone who would like to;) I fondly bid you farewell!

� My other blog
� Growing up?
� Irish Dancing
� What? Rean-Hammon??
� Whatever Happened to Justice?

There are currently 25,958 words in my novel-in-progress titled The Knight of North-Tynendell!

� My Aunt and Uncle's vacation rental
BrielleCostumes
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NaNoWriMo
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23016 / 30000 words. 77% done!

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I can't believe it's been about five months since NaNoWriMo! My nano novel, Trista is on the eleventh chapter of being edited. Although I laugh at the word "edited" for of my eleven chapters only like about 1000 words of it is from the original November story. My plot has changed a lot. Edred, instead of being a prince, is an average person, his father is not the king anymore, nor is his brother. Instead of adventure at every turn of the story, I'm taking out 99% of my adventure I formerly had. It is very different to say the least.

However, I especially like the way Trista is turning out though. I now have to write an adventure scene, but it shouldn't take too long and then I'll be able to write some more GOOD/SWEET stuff.

I was also talking to Katie about the difference of old books and new books. I don't like the whole writing style of new books, to me it seems that it is missing something. They seem to be missing the words. You know, those delightful, exquisite, fascinating, words that just make you want to stop and read them again.

It's as if the idea's are all there, the detail, but it is just a pencil sketch, as in this quote by Rhys Alexander:

"Detail makes the difference between boring and terrific writing. It’s the difference between a pencil sketch and a lush oil painting. As a writer, words are your paint. Use all the colors."

That is why I don't enjoy new books very much. After reading books by the classic authors and authoresses it feels as though I'm wasting my time on the new books. I read most of Inkheart and though it is enjoyable and has fun characters, I really missed the old beautiful words. I would not care to ever read that book again. On the other hand think of L.M. Montgomery, or Charles Dickens, Mark Twain, Jane Austen. See the difference?

The opening paragraph in Anne of Green Gables reads as following:

Mrs. Rachel Lynde lived just where the Avonlea main road dipped down into a little hollow, fringed with alders and ladies' eardrops and traversed by a brook that had its source away back in the woods of the old Cuthbert place; it was reputed to be an intricate, headlong brook in its earlier course through those woods, with dark secrets of pool and cascade; but by the time it reached Lynde's Hollow it was a quiet, well-conducted little stream, for not even a brook could run past Mrs. Rachel Lynde's door without due regard for decency and decorum; it probably was conscious that Mrs. Rachel was sitting at her window, keeping a sharp eye on everything that passed, from brooks and children up, and that if she noticed anything odd or out of place she would never rest until she had ferreted out the whys and wherefores thereof.

Think of how different that could have been written, no, I mean really think about it. It could have been written like this: Mrs. Rachel Lynde lived where the Avonlea main road dipped down into a hollow with many kinds of flowers, and by a brook that came out from the woods of the Cuthbert place; it was a bigger brook farther back in the forest but was just a little stream by Lynde's Hollow, for not even a brook could go past Mrs. Rachel Lynde's house without being nice; and it probally knew that Mrs. Rachel was at her window looking at everything that passed by, and if she noticed anything odd she would never rest until she had found out why.

Isn't the first version so much more lovely? I mean, my little sentance described the same things pretty much, it only left out much of the beautiful words she used. So that is why I like to read old books. I believe they are much more delightful to read. Even the sound of the words! How many new books have you read where you will read a scentance or two, and say: "Wow! That was beautifully written!" And then go back and read it over again? Or do you read it just merily for the plot of the story and afterward, not care to pick it up once more? Because I think many modern authors have lost the art of using our bountiful language to the extent that it could be used.

So I encourage all of you to think about it more and try to write as to cultivate our lovely source of words and sew them into our liturature once more. After all, what joy is there in a story that is poorly worded or expressed with the bare minimum when you could express it with the full lushness of our launguage. Think about it.

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