I'm really busy and I'm trying to post more often.
But I started a PHOTOBLOG! Please follow. It means a lot.
Anyway, guess what. I've gotten a word from the Lord about which plot I should write for NaNo. I've been praying He would reveal it...and it happened as I was talking on facebook to my friend EJ. That plot would be plot 4 on my list...AKA POW.
*cue rejoice*
I've pretty much already got the details figured out, my mum thinks it's pretty cool, Dad didn't really get it. He NEVER gets any of my stuff. He just doesn't understand why I don't write real-life. It frustrates me because he almost makes fun of it. I have bad self-confidence issues, so if someone makes fun of me then it doesn't just drop. It stays. And it makes me in a bad mood. Siiiiiigh. I spose as long as we stay off the subject of writing, then we'll be fine.
The thing is, he is so into sports and I could care less. So he thinks I'm not his daughter. He means it jokingly, I know, but still. I'm WEIRD, I'm NOT like anyone else, I don't DRESS like anyone else, I don't have the same IDEAS as everyone else. I am not stereotypical. In any way. He just doesn't understand why I'm like I am.
I was telling him about some drawings I made the other night, and I put words all around them that God was telling me that went along with the pictures, and he was convinced it wasn't God. He doesn't know that I hear God differently than most other people, and that totally turned me off. If I could cry, which I can't, then I would have. (Don't ask why I can't cry because I don't know. I think it is because I hold it all the time and now I have just...lost my crying capability. Next time you cry, happy or sad, shed a tear for me. You don't know how it is, not being able to cry.)
See my problem is I'm really reserved and don't let anyone in, and I have hurt so many people by being that way. Including my mum. So I'm trying SOOOOOHARD to start opening up just a little more, and when people reject me like that when I am TRYING to get better, then it just is like two steps forward, one step back.
I'm sorry to dump all this on y'all.
SIGH. Again...
So pray for me as I have a hard time dealing with life right now, because it's hard, not just because of Dad and me. It's hard in a lot of other ways too. Pray for me as I participate in NaNoWriMo this year. I'm praying for all my fellow novelists!
Also, if you have any prayer requests, let me know.
I think Mariella and I were trying to start an online prayer team? I'll post updates about that soon.
I kind of wish I was famous. For some reason. But then I don't.
And I like Robert Pattinson's music. That's about it. Did you know he is Catholic? Or so I've heard. He's got a really weird singing voice. But I like it. I love music like that. So if you know anyone else that has music like that, let me know, please and danke.
it's like...a horror movie. 'Sheeee's baaaa-aackk....' *puppet tilts head*
I HATE PUPPETS
this is probably going to be a very random blog
1) I cannot vent my feelings, so I vent my feelings by being random.
yep. plus, I like this format, of lots of spacing and emptiness...and random is easier to read.
So I've really been working on Reflection, my first NaNo novel.
I printed out a list of 4 plots for NaNo that my parents are going to read and choose. Dad chose number 2, which is super cool. Then again, I love all of them.
I know JOSH wanted to read the POW plot forEVER ago...(I'm really sorry) so here it is, then I believe I shall go. This came straight from my Idear Book.
loves!!
- s ♥
War between Sireens (bad) and Holmanites (good).
20 POWs in a small room; 3 windows on back wall and 1 on side wall. Nailed shut but are constantly being re-nailed because POWsknock out glass; no glass will stay through the constant pounding, so it has to be changed at least three times a day. (Magic on glass has no effect on Holmanites; Sireens cast it)
Evin Haniti is the youngest of the POWs and has the least experience. Everyone else has tried numerous times to escape and is causing so much trouble that the enemy is preparing a solitary room, made of stone with no windows, for them to be transferred. On the last day a couple of guards leave the room after replacing the glass in two of the windows. They come into the room every 20 minutes to check on the POWs; this gives them privacy for restroom and quiet for SHORT naps. (One of the POWs has been killed for choking a guard to death when he was checking on them alone – there were orig. 21 POWs. Because of this, the guards never do rounds alone anymore.)
The glass has badly wounded the others (attempting to jump out, throwing themselves against it, etc.), so they turn to Haniti (who was acting as a last resort of desperation), who was petrified of the 30-foot jump to the stone paths. Since there are only 20 minutes to make some type of rope to help him down, they all strip their bed sheets and shirts, tying them together. It is barely long enough, and by the time Haniti reaches the ground (in broad daylight), he has only 5 minutes left to flee – AFTER climbing over the barbed-wire topped fence. The magic coating on it has no effect on him, since the Holmanites have a natural resistance to it, but the wire tears the skin on his left knee to the bone.
By now the guards see that the window is broken yet again and after checking the list to verify that everyone is present, they find Haniti is missing. Using a type of magic to see if he is in the boundaries of the camp, they realize he has is not and immediately send out extra soldiers to find him. Haniti, by now, has reached the border of the Coach, a dreary black forest where the trees have minds of their own. He was hurt and frightened. Mentally disordered to some degree from the solitude of the room and ill treatment, he collapses to rest and sleeps on and off for a few days. The trees, after he awakens, attempt to kill him so they can turn him into food using magic, but Haniti stops them, explaining that once he gets the backup soldiers ready, they will defeat the Sireens and free the trees of the Coach from the enemy’s grasp. This sounds like a good idea to them, and they get bored of Haniti (who doesn’t try to run away, which all the fun really), plus he promised to free them), so they ignore him (conceited!)
Haniti finds his way out and makes his way to the fort of Holmanites (after some peril) and the backup troops get started on invading the Sireen POW camp. Haniti came down with some sickness and was unconscious for several days, but they would not let him go even after he was well again. Feeling it was his duty as a soldier to help his men, he escaped one night, ran through the Coach while the trees slept, and met the troops encamped underground, where the Sireens’ magic could not track them. They came up with a plan there, and since Haniti knew his way around at least a little better than they, he was the leader.
With their mass of soldiers they killed every guard on the way, and more Holmanites split up to kill the ones outside. The four remaining Holmanites, now in the solitary stone room,were dragged out and, having gone a little insane, had to be bribed to stay quiet. Haniti and a few other men carried the weak soldiers back through the Coach (shortcut) to the Holmanite fort. Since the majority of the Sireens in this particular camp were guards (therefore killed), they were outnumbered and the Holmanites won the final battle. Haniti took care of the trees, who unfortunately remained conceited and snobby, but since the war was finally over and victory had been gained, who cares about trees?
I though it had only been about a month since I had last blogged.
Nope.
try...like THREE MONTHS.
I was very mad at myself.
I have posted several times on my blogger ( www.novelistforjesus.blogspot.com ) but it isn't as personal as this one.
So I want y'all to know that I still am alive and I still love you.
Since 'tis 11pm, I will post tomorrow.
Also tomorrow, I shall add a new section on the sidebar telling people that if they want to be on my email list to PM me with their email.
But if it isn't tomorrow, I'm sorry, because my laptop is very bad and since I have the rubbish version of Windows Vista that was compiled in like 24 hours because they wanted to copy a Mac...it messes up...anyone care to donate to the Mac fund? I love you.
Hello my long lost lovelies! I hath missed all of thee :)
Firstly I must apologise for being gone so much. I've been wrestling with finishing school for the summer (when do you get out?), working on 2 jobs, figuring out when I start my 3rd job (the Lord blesses me way too much - PRAISE HIM for these three sources of income!), managing an online magazine (message me for more info), art, and...I'm missing something, I know it, but I cannot remember.
So I've been pretty busy. I would love to know what y'all have been up to in my absence!
Guess what! So far I have TWO (2) people who wanted to subscribe to my blog. They sent me their emails and I added them to the notifications thingy...so now they get a spiffeh email whenever I post something new :) I feel so honoured and loved :)
Hmm...something else to say...well, I have a plot for this year's NaNo - technically it's between two plots, both based on dreams I've had. The first is about a princess who was cursed when she was a baby and was thus brought up in solitude within the castle walls, and when her parents finally let her out because they cannot hide the curse forever, she realises what it is. The curse: when she comes across a man that she would fall in love with sometime in the future, she was unable to touch him - she would go right through him as a ghost. When she comes across the one man she is going to marry, she not only cannot touch him, but if she tries, she turns into a toad until nightfall.
That would pretty much stink.
The 2nd plot: I haven't got a summary for it yet, but it's kind of like about a POW in another world. It's pretty cool...I'm leaning towards Untouchable though, and any feedback would be greatly appreciated.
Both of them would be different from anything I've ever really written. There's pros and cons to each. For Untouchable, I would be writing basically a hopelessly romantic novel. Just so you know, there's more of a plot behind it than I gave you. But then again, with POW (temporary name), I would be writing something more action-packed with probably hardly any romance (if any at all), which is different than every other novel that is written. I've never written anything strictly action with this type of plot before, so that may be a fun experience.
UGH. I CANNOT DECIDE.
I need you! *points to you in an Uncle Sam way* (if you're not American, Uncle Sam...well, go here.)
That's about it for now. Don't forget, please comment and tell me what you've been up to and when you get out of school and please pleeeasseee help with my NaNo decision O_____o
Hey EVERYONE!! My missions trip to New Orleans went fantastic...I'm going to post a few pics so y'all can see. Also, a picture of me that was taken like five minutes after I woke up this morrow. Just thought my hair was FANTABULOUS.
Enjoy the pics and please comment!
Thanks for praying for me. I did get an AWESOME cut below my knee and at the top of my foot, the former going to leave an awesome scar (YES!! A NEW ORLEANS SCAR!!!), and I did hurt my shoulders one day and could hardly move them the next day (but put up with it anyway), but elsewise it went fantastic and I am going to go back this summer whether or not I can get my youth group to go with me. *is very determined*
Also...I started a random Blogger blog. NO I am not leaving you. Here is a link. Please comment. And follow. Huzzah for thee.
Now - picture time!!!
♥s
DON'T BE JEALOUS.
The room where we slept. (I was on the top on the left. That is my greenish bag on the floor)
How we stored some of our clothes.
the VELOCIRAPTOR!!!
The VELOCIRAPTOR attacketh!!
The VELOCIRAPTOR going down!
Andy having as much fun as the kid
About to play freeze tag
Our schedule, give or take a few minutes
At the Creole Creamery - candid!! But then I tried to get another one without them seeing...
...but Andy saw me and told them all to smile.
One one of the work days taking a break inside St. Roch Community Church
I live in another world and am unable to stay focused on anything without spacing out. Plots and characters are basically the only things that go through my mind. BEWARE - DANGEROUS, SENSELESS THINGS AWAIT YOU SHOULD YOU READ FORTH. And should you read forth, you will discover the life of a sun-bleached blonde, fantasy-crazed, overly creative, medieval-obsessed girl whom nobody can really figure out. (I would turn back if I were you, but then again, is that not the beauty of curiosity?)
• Editing Hath No Man, my 2nd NaNoWriMo Novel (2008) set in the year 1318. 'Tis the tale of the traveling minstrel, Isolda de Brithael of Normandy, and her adventures and romances!
• Rewriting Reflection, my first NaNo Novel.
• The Vivian Story (temporary unoriginal name, lacking a plotline. I let it take care of itself.)
• Shadowbeckon, the first book in the (fantasy) Laorothis Sequence. Introduction to the charries and main plotline - how Perrin and Mathus Amethyst flee to survive the war with the Shadonae, the horrible creatures of darkness.
• Juliana's Muse - the tale of a sixteen-year-old novelist-in-progress and her muse, Alice.
• Coming soon
I live in another world and am unable to stay focused on anything without spacing out. Plots and characters are basically the only things that go through my mind. BEWARE - DANGEROUS, SENSELESS THINGS AWAIT YOU SHOULD YOU READ FORTH. And should you read forth, you will discover the life of a sun-bleached blonde, fantasy-crazed, overly creative, medieval-obsessed girl whom nobody can really figure out. (I would turn back if I were you, but then again, is that not the beauty of curiosity?)
