� Aug. 9, 2008
Template change...*blushes* again....

Hello,
well I changed my template again. I realized I talk and think more about Jane Austen and her writings than the Borderlands. So I have accordingly changed my template to fit my style better. Please tell me what you think of it!
I fare ye well!
~Miss Molly

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� Aug. 7, 2008
A new template!

Yeah, I know...this is my 4th template since last autumn, but I was ready for a change. I made the template one my own this time, and somehow stumbled through all the HTML needed to make a template and here it is! I don't think I will be changing this one for a while, because it really catches a good idea of how it looks to be in the Borderlands. Please tell me what you all think of it!
I fare ye well!
~Molly/Flora

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� Aug. 6, 2008
picture of Calvin!!!

Here is a picture of little baby Calvin!
It was taken on the 4th of July.

Ok, that is all I have time for right now, I'll post again soon!
I fare ye well!
~Molly

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� Jul. 31, 2008
Yay! I found time for another post...as short as it may be

Hello!
Well right now I am just waiting for the minutes to tick by...well not exactly tick, I'm looking at a digital clock (how spoiled and lazy are we? I mean come on...a DIGITAL clock??) ok anyway I'm waiting to go and see Prince Caspian. *blushes* this is my fourth time...but hey, I like it, what can I say?
Yesterday I wrote 1,203 words of FAD, I felt very happy I should say. Today I only wrote about 300 something words. But anything is better than nothing I suppose. Well I got to go, it's just about time to leave!
Fare ye well!
~Flora (a.k.a. Molly...yup you I'm sure guessed it already, my real name is Molly. *smiles* so now you may call me that.)

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� Jul. 22, 2008
I'm Back!

Hello everyone!
Well I'm back from my Aunt and Uncle's! I had a wonderful time! This will be a rather long post, seeing that I just have to update you on all the fun and exiting things I did while I was gone.
Now where do I start? Ah...yes it was last Friday.
My brother, Katie's dad drove us both about half way a little past St. Louis where we met with Aunt Mary and Uncle Duane at a pizza place. After a nice lunch, we said goodbye to Katie's dad and my dad who also came with, then it was off to the get the mowers. You see, Aunt Mary and Uncle Duane had two broken riding mowers that needed to be fixed...and the man had said it would only take twenty minutes to fix them. The short job ended up taking two hours, so the man told us to come back later. For about two hours we went driving to various place's waiting before we could go back to their ranch. When it was done, we were finally on our way!
We got out of the truck, and were happily greeted by two Great Danes and a black puppy. I stood there, and took a deep breath of the fresh country air. I was finally there...it was as if I had come back home. I was surrounded by hills and trees and grassy fields. It was breathtaking. We slept in the annex.
The next day we woke up sometime after seven a.m. maybe it was eight a.m. I'm not too sure now. Never the less that day we didn't do much of anything but go outside and sit in the hammock and walk down the beautiful gravel road.
The next day was Sunday...I'm not too sure what we did that day...but I do know we got dressed up in dress up clothes a lot. Katie had a renaissance gown that I wore a lot. That night we watched the first movie in the Love Comes Softly series. It was really good, I highly recommend it.
That night we slept in the cabin, it was the nicest little spot. It reminded me of Patties Place in Anne of the Island. Patties Place was a nice cute little house where Anne and a few of her friends stayed during college. Anyway that night after the movie was finished I was inspired to write some of FAD. So I sat upon the deck writing by the light of the full moon, and listening to the sound of the crickets and frogs by the lake.
Then next few days were spent helping Aunt Mary out, and we helped clean her basement. There were so many old things down there...it was really very exiting. And we also came upon my cousin's old dress up dress's. Aunt Mary called her and asked if we could where them while we were there, and she said yes. There was a beautiful blue Edwardian gown which Katie fell in love with. I myself found a brown gown with a vest that laced up in the front. The skirt was full and twirled when I spun around. Almost the rest of the time we were there we wore these two dresses. It was quiet comical actually. Two teenage girls helping out with various things sometimes listening to our ipods the whole time in old fashioned gowns! In fact for a few of those days a family rented the annex and whenever they looked out the window they would probally see two teenagers skipping about in old fashioned clothes. Indeed before they came my Aunt Mary told them not to be surprised, for they were not actually going back in time...it was just two geeky girls playing dress up like little kids. *grins* one little girl, she was about six, asked me if I had any other clothes. I smiled and told her yes I did, I was just wereing that dress because I rarely had the chance to go three or four days in a row without ever putting on modern clothes.
My Aunt Mary's cat had kittens when we were there too! They were adorable! And we found three turtles, two toads, and one bat, all of which we named. All three turtles were snappers, so we let them go pretty fast. But here are there names in the order that we found them. The first turtle we named Gilbert (from Anne of Green Gables), the second turtle we named George (for George Knightly from Emma...a Jane Austen novel), the third turtle we didn't even pick up, we saw it walking across the road while driving somewhere but we still named it. It was named Henry (for Prince Henry, a character in Ever After a movie I like). Then there were the toads...there names were Wickem and oh I forgot the other...you'll have to ask Katie. And now for the bat. One morning I was laying upon the hammock, when I noticed something brownish hanging from a very low branch. I got up and it was a bat! It was hanging about eye level to me. It was the cutest little thing ever! It was small enough to fit inside my palm, and it was soft and furry. It looked so adorable! It had the cutest little face and mouth! We even saw it blink a few times! But it hung there until dusk when it flew off. We named that little guy Theobald (from MaidenCapitolaBallot's story. I know you wouldn't think of a cute little bat as a Theobald, but it somehow fit!)
After a few days we had to move our beds to a camper because some other family was going to rent out the cabin. And after a night or two in there we moved back to the cabin after the people had left. It felt good be back in Pattie's Place...*smiles*
During this whole time, we also had fun swimming in the creak. Then a few days later Katie's parents and sisters along with my younger sister Mrs. Gamgee came.
It wasn't as fun from then on. I believe it was because now that so many people were there we didn't have all the time we wanted with Aunt Mary and Uncle Duane as we wanted. But it was still fun. Then we left and came home! Yesterday Katie and her family left to go to their house, and here I am!
Farewell!
~Flora of Hanaskea

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� Jul. 10, 2008
Missouri!!!!!!!!!!! *runs around the room, bounce's off the walls, then comes and sits back down*

*bounce's up and down* *in a singsong voice: I'm going to Missouri!* *draws a deep breath*
Ok, hello!
Yes, I am going to my Aunt and Uncle's farm in the country for a week!!! I can't wait!!! You see, for those of you who don't know why I'm so exited, for the last two years me and Katie have gone to Missouri for a week in the summer. And it is that time of year again! Katie is coming to my house today! Tomarrow we leave! We will be meeting our Aunt and Uncle about half way, then they will drive us the rest of the way.
Here are some pics of the place:
 And is one of the dear little kitties!
Anyway, due to my Aunts VERY slow internet, and the fact that we will be so busy and happy with swimming and walking down the beautiful path of quiet bliss...I will not be posting for a week. And hopefully I will be writing like crazy! My aunt has a hamock under a little shady tree, it is so peaceful...it's just the place to lay back and write. Oh and she also has a beautiful little creak, that makes the perfect music of the water running over the rocks. It's so lovely! Oh and that means I will be writing the "Oldfashioned Way". Usually now I just type out on the computer anything I'm writing, but we shant have a computer to type away at...so I'm going to bring a notebook and a pencil.
So now that I've made you all enviouse of me, I shall bid a fond farwell!
~Flora of Hanaskea

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� Jul. 4, 2008
Independence Day

Today is the fourth of July!
Last night I watched The Patriot. It takes place during the American Revolution showing the struggles and victories of that war. Something really hit me. So many people gave there lives for the freedom we now have. And we take it for granted. That made me think more than anything else. Is it not amazing how we are so quick to forget it sometimes? I have such honor for our founding fathers, and all the people who have fought, lived, and died to keep our country a free nation.
Thank you everyone of you who keep us safe and free!

 
 ~Flora of Hanaskea

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� Jul. 1, 2008
Contest

Hey everyone! I'm just posting this because I'm trying to help the word get around that Crandall has a story contest. So just check it out! I hope she gets lots of entries!

Farewell!

~Flora of Hanaskea

p.s. the baby boy is Calvin Isaac, 3:21am, 8 pounds 12 ounces, 20 1/2 inches.

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� Jul. 1, 2008
Happy Dances *with a smile upon her face*

Hello!

You know what, I don't think I even said my older sister was pregnant, well anyway today at three somthing this morning she had her baby!!! Yay! Right now I am at her house babysitting her other two kids. Ages four and almost three. It is 8:00 a.m. right now and I can't wait until I see the little baby boy! They are at the hospital now, so I'm just waiting pretty much right now. Everything went smoothly and well! I'm dying to see how the baby looks! But I'll just have to wait for right now...oh well.

I've been here since last night at about 8:00 p.m. They left for the hospital around well...maybe 9:00, I'm not sure really. So I spent the night here to watch the kids. After the kids were in bed, let me say that again: After the kids were sleeping (just because they are in bed doesn't mean they are quiet...lol!) Anyway then I started to watch some of National Treasure 2, but it kept skipping and messing up. So I gave up on that. After a bit of sitting around, I couldn't go to sleep. By then it was around 11:00 p.m. I then began to watch Persuasion...(it's a Jane Austen novel) A few months ago that one had just come out on TV. So anyway I watched it to the end, that one didn't skip. (By the way I highly recomend that movie and/or book. It is my favorite of all of Jane Austen's novels.) That made my day! or...well night actually. *grins*

Well I better go now...babysitting awaits me! I bid you all a fond farewell!

~Flora of Hanaskea

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� Jun. 27, 2008
A long post about how FAD has changed....if you care to read it *grins*

Ok, now where do I start? For any of you who are interested in hearing about FAD and how it has changed from what it used to be...here it goes!

One day about oh I don't even know now!  About two years ago (maybe a little less), I sat upon my bed holding a peace of paper. On it was written some words of one of my historical fiction stories. For some reason (I can't remember now) my sister Mrs. Gamgee wanted to read it and I didn't want her to. So I began to "read" it to her. I actually was not reading the printed words,  I was making up a short story as I went. It had something to do about a key, and a secret tunnel that had a locked door and the key went to it.

Ok, so that little story gave me a glint of an idea. But not enough to do anything with it really. So it sat in the back of my mind for a few months or more. By that time I had another idea for a differant story, and I suddenly combined it all together, and so became the very begging version of Faithfulness and Deceit, then called The Secret Passageway. Then I began to change the plot and made the main character a princess named Flora-Anneola. (she used to be a peasant) I named the two countries they were Eterneth and Hanaskea.
Here is a bit of the story as it stood then:

"...At the peep of dawn a girl fifteen years of age woke up; having had a light sleep that night she got out of bed earlier than normal. “Well I’ll just pretend nothing had happened,” she thought. But something still nagged at her, why had King Rumman deceived her? It all seemed fine the day before, until prodded along by her tutor she gave a thorough look threw the Eternethian history book “Eternethian Kings, History and Family” was it’s title.  She had sat in the castle library reading it, when curiosity came over her; for in that book there was recorded a family tree of the Kings that lived in Eterneth. She after all was the princess Flora-Anneola. But when she came to the place where her name was supposed to be, it wasn’t there. It was simply black.  She had turned the page quickly her heart pounding…nothing.

            Just then the door had opened and in walked her uncle King Rumman. Instantly his eyes rested on the book, open before her. He practically ran next to her in his earnest.

            “What have you read? Who said you could read it? You had know right to be in here!” he stammered out in his furry. She jumped up and back, surprise and doubt on her face. The king snatched the book up hotly into his hands from off the floor. He grabbed her hand tightly and moved quickly out of the room. Fear, doubt and wonderment hit her like a whirlwind. What had King Rumman to hide from her, unless the lack of her name. She simply didn’t know what to think, whether to be afraid, or astonished. He took her up to her room, and bolted the door shut behind him..."

Yeah, that was how it went! Ok then I added a character named Lydia. Then I decided that they both go and will have to run away from evil Uncle King Rumman!

here is another part:

" ...She was not staying here, she didn’t know where she would go, but she had to get away.

            Thus decided, she grabbed her cloak and a sack big enough to hold two pairs worth of clothing; the latter which she packed immediately. Then she took an old framed map of the kingdom and near by kingdoms off on her wall; pulling it out of the frame, she folded it up, and put it in the sack on top of her clothes. She then swung her bow, and quiver of arrows over her back.

            Suddenly she heard footsteps approaching. She quickly flung her bow off, and set it aside with her other things pulling a blanket swiftly over them.

            A girl thirteen years old peeped her head of dark smooth hair in at the door. It was just Lydia her sister. Flora-Anneola sighed in relief. Lydia looked worried though.

            “What’s wrong?” asked Flora-Anneola cheerily.

            “Flora—,” she paused. “Can I come in, there’s something I need to tell you— by ourselves,” she added with a look over her shoulder. Flora-Anneola nodded. Lydia stepped in quickly and shut the door behind her.

            “Flora, there’s something going on, the whole castle’s been acting strange since this morning.”

            “I know,” said Flora-Anneola looking down. “And I know why: yesterday I was looking at the Eternethians History,” she looked up. “And my name wasn’t in it at all.”

            Lydia started. “How?” she stammered.

            “I don’t know, but your name is.”

            “Flora,” she said in a half choked voice. “Uncle Rumman is planning on marrying you!”

            “How did you here that,” exclaimed Flora-Anneola before Lydia had finished speaking.

            “I hardly know, except I’ve heard roomers of that effect all afternoon; people whispering together—though know one actually told me.”

            “He’s not my uncle,” Flora-Anneola whispered in a soft voice. “I’m a Hanaskean; I heard two guards talking together and, well, I’m not an Eternethian.”

            “But that’s impossible, how could you be?”

            “I don’t know, I don’t know!” moaned Flora-Anneola sinking to the floor and putting her head against the wall. “I don’t know what to think now!”

            “Now wait,” said Lydia in her practical way. “We can’t let this get out of hand, let’s just figure this out.”

            “Well I’m not an Eternethian that’s for sure, I don’t even resemble them. Why look,” she said motioning to her hair. “My hair is red, and it’s curly; who else has red curly hair in Eternethia. I don’t know of anyone, and I don’t resemble you in the slightest way either.”

            “You mean you don’t think I’m a Hanaskean too?”

            “No, even your name is in the book.”

            “Well how do suppose this happened?”

            “I don’t know, but I’m leaving for Hanaskea.”

            “Flora! You—you can’t leave me here alone all by myself, you never know what will happen; if Uncle Rumman has been so deceptive to you, what about me? Maybe I’m actually who I think I am, but I won’t feel safe anymore. If you’re going, I’m going to do my utmost to go with. Why just today I opened a little, unimportant box in Uncle Rumman’s office, and inside was a large brass key with a red horse head on it. I asked what is was for and he snapped at me that it was none of my business, and that if I couldn’t keep my nose out of things that didn’t concern me, I’d have to leave, and with that he pushed me out of the room, and shut the door in my face! If he got that mad at that little thing, just imagine what he’ll do when he finds you’ve gone! I’m scarred of him Flora!..."

Ok, so  it needed a lot of work! By that time we had changed the title to The Fleeing Princess Flora-Anneola (don't ask me why I named it that, why Lydia was also a main character! lol!) Anyway then we had it so that Flora-Anneola had a twin brother named Rean-Hammon. But we didn't have much stuff with him, so we got rid of him and gave his name to a young ranger. For a while everything stayed the same. Then it changed.

A character by the name of Raindant came into being. This was last summer. Me and Katie were spending a week at our Aunt and Uncle's farm in the country. We were sitting in our Aunts red jeep and it was there that we thought of Raindant. It was fantastic! That is where I get my liking for jeeps! lol! I must warn you, we needed a lot work to make it good! It was really bad sounding then!

Anyway a few more months passed with revising things here and there, but nothing too big. Then at Thanksgiving we went again to our Aunt and Uncles with our families for a big family gathering. All the trees looked so dead and brown, which inspired me to write about the Borderlands. A region of unclaimed wooded mountain lands that are between Hanaskea and Eternethia. It was then that I really started to come up with Hanaskean and Eternethian History. It also became known as Faithfulness and Deceit, (FAD)

Ok, then after all the help that Katie had been giving me, she even wrote a few things that I said she could, I gave my consent to let her write it too. It then became both of ours. At that point tons of ideas suddenly sprang up! There seemed no end to writing it! It was then that the story stayed the same until about a few weeks ago. Then it took another huge turn. But I don't want to give anything away, so I shall just leave you all hanging there! lol! no just kidding! The only thing I will say is, that remember my story blog? Well the story like I said before is now a big part of FAD. And well ok, I guess I'll tell you one big thing...remember the character named Lillian? She is now Rean-Hammon's sister! And I also changed her name to Rhona. But that is another long story and I shall not go into it right now. But there is so much that has changed in the past two years I still have trouble remembering all that took place in the changing of it!

I warned you this would be a long post...but now you all know where I have come from in FAD. (if any of you out there really care!)

I shall now say Farewell!

~Flora of Hanaskea

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� Jun. 19, 2008
Updates On My Novel and Awarded! yay!

Hi!
Wow, this whole week I have been so busy! I haven't had much time to do anything on HSB. So before I get too sidetracked I thought I'd just write a quick post.
Well my story (FAD/Faithfulness and Deceit) is coming along pretty well! I have been typing away at the keyboard all week! Whenever I get a chance it's write, write, write! We (me and Katie) have now  about 31,608 words in our novel-in-progress, about 52 pages size 10 font. It really is not that much, but we have changed the plot so many times we keep having to rewrite everything. Well yesterday Katie and me made a HUGE change in plot. I am talking about catastrophic!  Which also means much more writing! With all the words that we have, we only have about 1/5th of it written.

And I got awarded by Turumbar

Thank you!!!
And I award:
VintageAuthoress
Tinuviel
MrsGamgee

Farewell!
~Flora of Hanaskea

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� Jun. 10, 2008
Swallows...Clears Throat...

Well....It seems to me that I have totally like gone and done um, something very Hanaskean. (I am their queen am I not?) Anyway as I was awarding like everyone I knew...and didn't know that well, I about awarded every one on my friends list...almost. And then not giving it the slightest thought...*swallows, clears throat* (well maybe I was thinking about how nice I was and all to award so many people) I totally blew it. Now like I said, I am a Hanaskean and Hanaskeans do these things, yet I am there queen, I should set an example...well as I was saying Katie or  Lydia I should say, informed me that I had done something terrible Hanaskean (and doing something very Hanaskean isn't exactly what you want to be know for...) So I guess people will just be awarded a lot of times! (see? I guess that wasn't too bad after all...being awarded the same award by a bunch of different people)
So yeah...and if you ever want to be acquainted with a Hanaskean, you must remember (and I mean M-U-S-T) be prepared for these things...
Farewell!
~From a queen who just awarded everyone a award...otherwise known as Queen Flora of the country of Hanaskea!!

*please note, all reference to the Hanaskeans in this manner is clearly a cartoon sort of depiction of them...it is not at all how they are in my writings.

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� Jun. 9, 2008
Beautiful Thoughts Award

I just made this Beautiful Thoughts Award.
The url is: http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3048/2565902474_1b3179e896_m.jpg

 I award:

VintageAuthoress...you are such a good friend, one of the few to whom I can talk about GOOD stuff.
Tinuviel...Even though I don't know you as well as I would like, but you are a great friend of mine. I hope to get to know you better!
MaidenCapitolaBallot...Oh wow...I've know you since I got my blog. Thank you for being so encouraging to me, your uplifting comments really mean a lot to me.
PoeticMaiden...As soon as I saw your blog, I have been so impressed at your poetry. You express your thoughts so beautifully, keep it up!
forestcrazy...I love reading your blog! And I really like getting to know you! (Thanks again for drawing those pics!)
writer4him ...I haven't talked to you in awhile, but I hope to do so soon! And I enjoy reading your blog!
lotrsavvy...Your blog is just lovely! Keep it up!
Daydreamer...Keep up the great job on your blog!
Crandall...I really like your blog...and keep up the contests!
Hriste...Beautiful blog!
Ness...I really like your blog! Keep up the great work!
bookworm8813...I really like reading your posts! very interesting!
GraceElizabeth...like your blog! and love the comments you write me!
MrsGamgee ...Of course, you're my little sis! Keep up the great job on your blog!
luvdogs07...Love the comments you write me!
enilarwyn...keep up the great job on your blog!
Altariel...I don't know you very well, but hopefully that will change!
inkblotter...I like your blog!
sharla88...hope to get to know you better! Like you blog!

Well that is a tone of people...you only have to award one person if you like...I just got a little carried away!
Farewell!
~Flora of Hanaskea

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� Jun. 5, 2008
A winding path weaves through the trees

Now that summer is here, I have been thinking constantly of my Aunt and Uncle's ranch. I can't wait to go there this year, like I have gone the last two years. Each year I go with Katie, it is so beautiful there! There are so many trees! It is just beautiful. So here is a poem that I wrote to give my Aunt and Uncle when I go there. It is in memory of their place.
 

A winding path weaves through the trees,

Through the rows of silent trees,

Streaming shafts of light appear,

Casting light on all those near.

A scent of due and moss cling to,

The morning air so soft and new.

The mist hangs quiet and still right now,

Creeping, climbing up tree bough.

Till at last a shaft, a golden spool of light

Break's the enchanting mysterious night.

As if the night were pulled away,

And broke into the glorious day!

A hush of wind blows through the trees,

Through the wavering, fluttering leaves,

Through the songbirds cozy nest,

How sweet and how so blest,

Are those who feel this welcome breeze!

The winding path weaves though the trees,

Through the rows of silent trees,

Two girls walking down the winding path,

Hand in hand they talk and laugh.

Two spirits born into and through the air,

Two girls walking, talking, laughing there.

The sun shines brightly down on them,

They stop and wonder at nature's gem.

A gem of tree, of moss and flower,

That grows up in nature's own sweet hour.

Though yet the two are standing there,

Standing straight each face toward the air,

Many a mile in distant lands they stand.

In distant, imaginative lands they plan.

The winding path weaves though the trees,

Through the rows of silent trees,

Two girls walking down the winding path,

Hand in hand they talk and laugh.

No words express their deep regret,

When the days are spent, and yet…

Another year may come and go,

Yet with heart and soul they still know,

The winding path weaves through the trees;

Through the rows of silent trees.

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� Jun. 1, 2008
some really neat quotes!

Here are some quotes that caught my eye.

Having your book turned into a movie is like seeing your oxen turned into bouillon cubes.  ~John LeCarre

"Critics are by no means the end of the law. Do not think all is over with you because you articles are rejected. It may be that the editor has his drawer full, or that he does not know enough to appreciate you, or you have not gained a reputation, or he is not in a mood to be pleased. A critic's judgment is like that of any intelligent person. If he has experience, he is capable of judging whether a book will sell. That is all." ~Lavina Goodell

"But words are things, and a small drop of ink,
Falling, like dew, upon a thought, produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think."
~Lord Byron

"There are some books that refuse to be written. They stand their ground year after year and will not be persuaded. It isn't because the book is not there and worth being written--it is only because the right from of the story does not present itself. There is only one right form for a story and if you fail to find that form the story will not tell itself."
~Mark Twain

"To get the right word in the right place is a rare achievement. To condense the diffused light of a page of thought into the luminous flash of a single sentence, is worthy to rank as a prize composition just by itself...Anybody can have ideas--the difficulty is to express them without squandering a quire of paper on an idea that ought to be reduced to one glittering paragraph." ~Mark Twain

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� May. 30, 2008
Weather...tornados...maybe

The windows are open, and a damp wet smell filters into my room. My long blondish hair is tangled and drying. My blue tank top and stretch pants are damp. I just came back inside from standing out in the glorious rain. I first had sat upon a little white creaky bench-swing and looked up at a small tree a few feet in front of me. A robins nest was perched in between two small branches. The mother bird sat upon the next, as the little ones poked their heads out and chirped noisily. It began to rain hard. I stood up and walked out from under the tree. I had stretched my arms out wide and looked up at the gray sky, feeling all the little rain drops fall upon me. A soft breeze blew through my hair. After the short spurt of rain had stopped I came back into the house and sat down at my computer. The radio is now on in the kitchen filtering sounds of the sever weather warning buzzer or beep.  Sounds of the tornado warnings come to my ears as I sit here and type. But they aren't in my county, but still pretty close. Yes, a tornado warning and watches. Now the radio switches to the news.

Yeah, so that's what's going on right now. But as I look back outside, the sky is gray, and very still. Nothing is happening yet. I kind of wish it would storm...but nothing is happening yet, I don't think it will. There isn't even a sound of thunder in the distance, there is absolutely nothing.

This all reminds me of March 12, 2006, when a big tornado swept through our town. It was pretty scary, but I also have a dreamy feeling about it all. It was frightening, yet very exiting. It fills me with a little bit of a longing for it to happen again...almost.

I don't know really why I'm blogging this, but I just really wanted to write something. So I guess I'll go now.
Farewell!
~Queen Flora of Hanaskea

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� May. 23, 2008
a biography on me and my writing

Well I've finally decided to post a post on what I think about writing, and what I"v learned about it. 

First a little back round for you all. When I younger before the age of ten, I had a reading problem. It took my mom a very long time to teach me how to read. When I was ten, I was still reading frog and toad, mr. putter and tabby, and short 'I can read books'.  I loved a good story, but that was only a story that my mom would read to me. For everything that I read by myself was very boring to me. A birthdays, I dreaded getting a book. Instead of reading or writing, I played with my little sister mrs.gamgee. We played dress up, me always acting the part of the princess that got captured by a bad guy, (I always had mrs.gamgee be the bad guy. Kind of selfish, but hey, I couldn't be the bad guy, I had to be the princess!)  So passed my first years before I turned ten.

Then when I was about elven, everything suddenly changed. I could read books that two months before were much too hard. The next year or two I read Robinson Crusoe by myself. I also became interested in writing. I then started a story about some fairies. I worked on it for a year and a half, then it died off. By the time I was thirteen I began really getting interested in Historical Fiction. I just loved to read that sort of stuff, so why not write it? I used to read something from my history book, and think it was so exiting and great, I had to write a historical fiction novel on it! I'd write a few pages, be interested for a few weeks, maybe even a few months, then it would stop suddenly and I'd never pick it up again. And so on and so on...My problem was that I didn't KNOW enough about what I was trying to write. And I hate following rules sometimes in my writing. I mean it's my writing, shouldn't it be better than that? Shouldn't I be interested in my story more than I was? It was my lack of knowlege that stopped me. And I was too inventive in my writing to stick to the plane facts of history and the time period. I would want to, but it didn't work. For me, I suddenly realized that it was because of this big road blocker that I wasn't getting any better in my writings. Literally I would have like ten or fifteen stories started, and never finished any of them. So what made it change? That's an interesting question...

I then tried creating my own fantasy world. My own countries, my own history for those countries. I then realized that I could take any aspect of real history and place it in my story. I had so much freedom with it. I could expand it, add a little more of my self into my writings. I realized that that worked much better for me. I just did what I thought was best, what I couldn't do in historical fiction, I did here. What I liked about historical fiction, I added. So that way I had everything just right.

Well that is were I'm at now in my writings. Any comments are greatly liked.
Farewell my fellow authors!
may your pens never be idle!
~Queen Flora

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� May. 21, 2008
The Hanaskean Maiden

Well here is a little poem that I wrote.
It's basically describing a Hanaskean Maiden

The Maiden of Hanaskea

A line of grass, a stretch of blue;

A slim brown shoe steps in the grass.

Following the first another joins,

Two slim shoes side by side in the grass reside.

Whose pretty feet slip in these shoes?

With a line of grass and a stretch of blue.

A line of grass, a stretch of blue;

A gentle dress sweeps cross the grass,

Green is the embroidered homespun hem,

The sweep of the dress blows in the grass.

Who is she who wears this dress?

With a line of grass and a stretch of blue.

A line of grass, a stretch of blue;

An elegant sash tied round her waist.

The white ends flutter in the breeze,

Into the air they fly, then fall back against the grass.

Whose slim waist holds this sash?

With a line of grass and a stretch of blue.

A line of grass, a stretch of blue;

A silver chain upon her neck,

A pendent from it of an emerald hang,

An emerald as green as the due sodden grass.

Whose pale neck holds this chain?

With a line of grass and a stretch of blue.

A line of grass, a stretch of blue;

A pointed chin, an enchanting smile.

Two green eyes perceive the world,

And wavy red hair is blown into the air.

Whose name could I put to such a face?

None other but a maiden of the Hanaskean race.

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� May. 21, 2008
thoughts on writing...

Hello,
Well I haven't managed to slip in ten minutes to write an entry. So here is one. And also it seems a few of my last entries have been sorta boring, like I'm just stating what has happened. So here it goes!
I have been thinking lately about writing in general. So I decided to post a question about writing every week, and give my answer for it, or maybe I won't even have an answer :) But I wanted to post a little more about thoughts not just things. And if any of you out there who write could maybe give me your impute and ideas about my questions and answers that'd be great! So here is my question:

Q: When it comes to writing, how do you try to stay inspired to write?
A: sometimes it is just plane hard to. But I would say by simply talking to someone about your problems in the story, or about what it is that you can't get inspiration for specifically.

So that was my first weekly writers question. So any of you writers out there, comment what you do when you lose inspiration. Thanks a lot everyone!
Farewell,
Queen Flora of Hanaskea

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� May. 4, 2008
the Royal Cat's blog!

Lo and behold the Royal Cat's blog! After much thought on my part, I finally let the Royal Cat get her own blog, with the conditions that she can't chew the cord of the computer that she's typing it on.  click here to see it! It's going to be filled with all the different, fun and I may say exiting adventures of my little pet. So tell me what you guys think of it!
What else? Oh yes, and by the way I'm attempting to learn Gaelic...if I can stick to it. I'm sorta learning it with Nimrodel, but since she lives so far away, it is kind of hard.  So I might eventually be able to have a conversation in Gaelic, maybe. It's just that the language is so pretty sounding, and very different. Asides from that, there's nothing much happening here.
Farewell!
~Queen Flora

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