Thursday, September 30, 2010

Insult of the day


I'm buried up to my ears in homework.

Gotcha! I bet that title caught your eye and you're wondering why on earth I'm starting out a post with homework. Um, well, that's because I want to make a statement and announce the fact that inspite of having other obligations, I am taking a few moments to make my customary before-midnight blog post! Yay! I bet you feel really special, right? If not, here, have a cookie. I have extras. But only two per person. No frosting. 

And that would be my rambling getting the best of me, but I suppose that's how life works, at least this week. Back to the subject at hand!

Oh and a quick note, I've still a Friday Fiction I'm working out in my head. (Crooked, Part three!) for Fiction Fusion tomorrow. If you haven't been following the story, it's a cute little character snippet I had in my head for a medieval princess and a young knight, who has gone with his friends to slay a dragon. Things are about to get exciting!  ~_^

Anyway, for today's post, I'm going to share one of my new lines I've found for today.

A writerly habit of mine includes collecting favorite quotes and lines from wherever they emerge. You know, the ones you want to hang onto and someday work into your favorite story just for the sheer ridiculousness of it? Well, today's line is Shakespearean and for all I know, it'll end up in my NaNo.

It was a discussion among writers for some of the best "insults" and of course, things could only get ridiculous from there. If you have any suggestions or favorites, I'd love to hear them! My villain will be in need of perfectly dreadful and witty things to throw at my waiting-to-be-named hero.

A favorite line of mine is from "A Midsummer night's Dream" where Helena and Hermia are screaming at each other and one spouts off "You acorn!" As a Tennessee girl who sees acorns by the bucketload at fall, I have to laugh at that, because it is quite real to me. I suppose that's also why this new line also tickles my fancy.

It is from Macbeth and when used in this context (partial line, not entire line) and I find it to be quite amusing.

"Your horrid image doth unfix my hair"

Ha!

Now there's an insult! :P

Props to Shakespeare. G'night!

Series! (BBT)

If you read series, do you ever find a series “jumping the shark?” How do you feel about that?
And, do you keep reading anyway?

The Mandie books were like that (Lois Gladys Leppard) and the Flirt series by Nichole Clarke and the Night World books by L.J. Smith. I feel annoyed when this happens, especially if it is a writer I respect and admire. I want to know what on earth happened to them that they couldn't keep writing "normally".

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

The NaNo Wipe

Yikes! I almost forgot to post tonight. >_> ay yi yi, that's what happens when your brain checks out in the middle of the week. ^_^ 

Anyway, never mind, just read the title and keep on reading...


If you're a Wrimo, you know what I'm talking about. It's that time of year again! The forums over at NaNoWriMo are wiped yearly. The weekend it happens is a flurry of busy-ness and unbelievable hyperactivity. I am especially looking forward to it this year, because I've finally given in to my "NaNo" bug. Usually, it doesn't bug me until the last week in October.

This year? It attacked me head-on in September. I was quite tempted to hunt it with a big stick and a can of whipped topping. But of course, it was cute and fluffy and something I wanted to start writing since last year, so my head has been buried with plot bunnies, stray characters and random snippets of dialogue that don't match up with anything.

This year, I think it's bad. Really bad.

And I'm absolutely loving it! :P

The hype on the forums is addicting, from threads about burritos (It's a wrimo thing...) and showing off spiffy new banners, it's like a creative refill. If you are a forum addict, I'd warn you about nano. The nano forums will be more addicting than any others you've ever visited--as long as you're brave enough to jump straight into the fun and post away.

I've also finally run into my usual yearly dilemma. Finding another brilliant idea...after I've almost had the first one practically waiting to be written in my head. Er, yes. This happens to me almost every year. I think there's some mastermind behind it. One of these days I shall catch it. And then I'll interview it.

Ah, but I'm rambling today and I actually thought I'd get around to saying something that wasn't quite so random. ^_^ Eh, I'll do that tomorrow. Maybe.

We'll see. (btw, heads up, as NaNo approaches, more nano-themed posts will appear. I'll always have NaNo in the title somewhere, so if you don't want to read 'em, then skip 'em)

G'night!

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Sidewalk Shadows



I'd like to tell you something. It's an almost-secret, but it's actually kind of funny. Well, funny for me. I think it's hilarious.

See, I like to look at shadows.

I can't draw them (or so I'm told), but I do like them and it doesn't stop me from appreciating them. They're fascinating in a rather odd way, they can't show up unless something is shining on them and they can't be seen unless there is something for them to be projected onto.

They're quite helpless on their own and yet,with a little help, it's there. It can take any form or shape and sometimes I think my brain could overload from the story possibilities screaming out at me. My favorite shadows pop up around Autumn (but you knew I was going to say that, right?) because of the trees.



It's like a tapestry of alien networks. Well, maybe some folk would say it reminds them of neural networks and synapses firing all that. I sure wouldn't know. I like my version better. I like to watch it and read it like a map, the thick shadows are giant roadways or express lanes, the smaller ones can be ramps, detours or shortcuts. It's like a game where everything is connected and disconnected all at once.

The fun really starts if you're watching said shadow on the sidewalk, then the texture of the sidewalk lends a touch of the natural terrain to my shadow-map. From my now sort-of-3D-map, we can take in the size of the concrete to tell whether the map has borders or protective barriers and set a few boundaries for the unsuspecting citizens living in this shadow-map. These particular citizens don't know that the crack in the sidewalk has something to do with the fabric of time and space (or saving grace) or that giant inter-dimensional beasts live within their shadowy caverns.

At least, that's a speck of the flash of fleeting thoughts that streak through my brain on hyperspeed when I just happen to look down at the sidewalk. On a normal, ordinary, Autumn day, I amuse myself with things that are amusing. Maybe it's commonplace, maybe it's kind of silly.

But it sure beats walking around with my head in the clouds!

G'night!

Monday, September 27, 2010

Rainy Day Rambles

Note: This short snippet has been trailing around in my head for most of today. I felt that I had to write it out, even if the logic doesn't quite agree.(and yes, I spell grey with an "e") ^_^

Credit for this pic is @ thosefleetingmoments.com


From the hallows of my sanctuary, you are calling me. I am listening, I am hearing, I am being. I can feel something is changing.

The sky is dark, the wind is harsh, the light has faded away. It is a rainy, stormy, dreary sort of day.

But I like it.

I like the wind blowing my hair straight out behind me. I love the darkening sky that is rich in hues of blue and grey, with just enough white. I don’t need sunglasses, I can gaze upwards indefinitely. I can feel the spatter of fresh water on my face.

Raindrops.

Drops of rain.

Precious in their pattern, none to be the same. I’m soaking it in. Every little detail, for me, I need this. I need the feelings of silence, hope and power. The roar of thunder, the crash of an echo. A streak of lightening, maybe my photo?

I feel famous. I feel special. I somehow feel very loved. For in my enjoyment of this ideal environment, I realize something. He made a day this special, just for me. While other scurry about with umbrellas and gripe of lost opportunity, I see all the possibility.

From the shadowy crags of my mind and the dusty caverns of my imagination, I let the rain wash away the rust. I let the cold chill me through, until I can find the warmth I need to come back. I let the words build up, until I can’t hold them in.

And while the world dances merrily, I am sitting, quietly.

In the stage of my reality, I am singing.

I am singing just loud enough to follow the tune teasing my ears. I can hear the song the rain plays. I can hear the sighs of the days.

While your world is moving, mine has stood still.

Because today was perfect for me.

© Sara Harricharan. 

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Book Review : Outlive Your Life, Max Lucado

Exerpt: In our lifetimes you and I are going to come across some discarded people. Tossed out. Sometimes tossed out by a church. And we get to choose. Neglect or rescue? Label them or love them? we know Jesus' choice. Just look at what he did with us. Outlive Your Life, pg 151.
 Description : These are difficult days in our world's history. 1.75 billion people are desperately poor, natural disasters are gouging entire nations, and economic uncertainty still reigns across the globe. But you and I have been given an opportunity to make a big difference. What if we did? What if we rocked the world with hope? Infiltrated all corners with God's love and life? We are created by a great God to do great works. He invites us to outlive our lives, not just in heaven, but here on earth. Let's live our lives in such a way that the world will be glad we did.

My Review:

Max Lucado’s latest book reaches out further and deeper than before. Speaking straight to the individual, it touches on points that are hard to ignore. It isn’t about giving money or preaching on a sidewalk, it is about being real enough so God can use you. It is about looking into a person instead of just looking through them. It is remembering that even though you may have done fairly well for yourself, that you didn’t get there alone.

This book was amazing to read. One point is stuck in my head about how the success God has given us isn’t just our own. It’s His. Yes. Maybe somewhere, somehow I did do something. But I sure didn’t do it on my own. I couldn’t have done it on my own. I can only do it through and with Him.

Max made this book personal. It isn’t a bunch of numbers and statics, but stories of people and reality. If you read this, then prepare yourself to be challenged. You cannot read this book without something stirring a piece of you. There are so many stories of how a commonplace thing, made all the difference in a life that touched countless others. Be one of those ordinary folk. Do one of those commonplace things. Make a difference.





Booksneeze provided a complimentary copy of this book for review. 

Book Review : Outlive Your Life, Max Lucado

Exerpt: In our lifetimes you and I are going to come across some discarded people. Tossed out. Sometimes tossed out by a church. And we get to choose. Neglect or rescue? Label them or love them? we know Jesus' choice. Just look at what he did with us. Outlive Your Life, pg 151.
 Description : These are difficult days in our world's history. 1.75 billion people are desperately poor, natural disasters are gouging entire nations, and economic uncertainty still reigns across the globe. But you and I have been given an opportunity to make a big difference. What if we did? What if we rocked the world with hope? Infiltrated all corners with God's love and life? We are created by a great God to do great works. He invites us to outlive our lives, not just in heaven, but here on earth. Let's live our lives in such a way that the world will be glad we did.

My Review:

Max Lucado’s latest book reaches out further and deeper than before. Speaking straight to the individual, it touches on points that are hard to ignore. It isn’t about giving money or preaching on a sidewalk, it is about being real enough so God can use you. It is about looking into a person instead of just looking through them. It is remembering that even though you may have done fairly well for yourself, that you didn’t get there alone.

This book was amazing to read. One point is stuck in my head about how the success God has given us isn’t just our own. It’s His. Yes. Maybe somewhere, somehow I did do something. But I sure didn’t do it on my own. I couldn’t have done it on my own. I can only do it through and with Him.

Max made this book personal. It isn’t a bunch of numbers and statics, but stories of people and reality. If you read this, then prepare yourself to be challenged. You cannot read this book without something stirring a piece of you. There are so many stories of how a commonplace thing, made all the difference in a life that touched countless others. Be one of those ordinary folk. Do one of those commonplace things. Make a difference. 





Booksneeze provided a complimentary copy of this book for review. 

22 Books and commentary

This is one of those meme's that was traveling around the facebook world and the blogosphere, so I took a few moments to fill it out this morning and unfortunately, my poor brain has been happily regurgitating all the most memorable titles throughout this entire day. The limit for the meme was 16, but of course, I was still thinking long after then. While my list is longer, I've only gone up to 22. I decided to make a blog post of it and comment on what they are to me. ^_^

((also, on a side note, I made it through a whole week of blogging every single day! Yay! Oh, and if you missed Friday's post, it was actually over at Friday fiction, a continuation of Crooked. I skipped yesterday because I was already asleep by the time I remembered. ^_^ ))



1. The Secret Garden
Ah, this will always be my most favorite classic, I think. I love it to pieces because it seems so special and magical that I read it at least once a year, usually during the fall. I love Mistress Mary (who is not contrary at all) and of course, spoiled little Colin who eventually grows up a bit.

2. The Little Princess
The FMC has the same name as I do and she also loves to tell stories and believes in a 'magic' that is always there, how could I not love it? The riches to rags to riches again is just the right amount of fairy tale and 'classic-ness'. I love Sara and how her perseverance rewards her in the end and the fact that she was able to politely speak her mind to the horrid Miss Minchin. Go Sara!

3. The Westing Game
I've never been able to forget this. Why, I don't know. It's just a fun read and the mystery in it always seems to puzzle me, even if I've read it a dozen times before. I have good memories of my Mom reading it to my brothers and I one afternoon and mistaking the girl's name as purple...instead of Turtle. ^_^

4. Hind's feet in high places
I stumbled across this gem in the local library and then decided it was one of the most awesome books I'd ever read. It was the kind of book I needed to read when I did find it and it has stayed with me ever since. I absolutely love it and I always recommend it.

5. Horse Shy (Bonnie Bryant)
One of the Saddle Club books, while there are definitely more fun and interesting books in the series, this sad one, when Cobalt, pesky Veronica's first horse dies, is stuck in my head. Don't know why. I didn't like reading it at all and have probably never read it more than twice, because it was just too sad and I didn't want to read of Carole giving up on horses because of silly Veronica. >_> (yes, I do get very involved in my books)

6. A Lady of Quality (Burnett)
To date, this remains my most favorite book of Frances Hodgeson Burnett. She is definitely one of my favorite writers and this was one of her best pieces. It steps away from the happy, fluffy genre of children's books into something slightly darker and more mature, but it stays with me because the story is just neat. A girl raised as a boy by a father who didn't want her, just because she was pretty and had a temper--she turns herself into a lady and a pretty decent one at that.

7. The Count of Monte Cristo (Dumas)
This is the only book I have ever read where I loved the movie just a bit more. Mainly because the movie let it be that the mystery son in the end(er, I suppose I ought not to spoil it for anyone...but seriously, read the book and watch the movie. It's good). I love the fact that the count manages to exact revenge upon those who have wronged him in a way that doesn't involve hacking their heads off and also allows him a chance to be a decent gentleman.

8. Hound of the Baskervilles (Sherlock Holmes/Doyle)
My favorite Sherlock Holmes tale! I think the only other one after this, is the mystery of the speckled band. Something about a spooky hound roaming free on the moorland is just the perfect setting for Sherlock Holmes and of course, Dr. Watson to accompany.

9. And Then There were None (Agatha Christie)
Well, in my penchant for mystery readings, I have read pretty much every Agatha Christie. This one was just creepy enough to stay in my head and I can retell it quite well. It's definitely a good mystery book though, I just would say not to read it at night, if you are a true Christie fan.

10. The Beekeeper's apprentice.(Laurie. R. King)
If you loved Sherlock Holmes, then Laurie King brings in a new series that's not too shabby at all. I love the first book and a bit of the second, the rest, not so much, but each tale brings in a different layer and is pretty nicely aligned with Holme's world. The style is about the same as well and I enjoyed seeing Holmes through different eyes. The FMC is wonderfully done.

11. Cast In Secret (Michele Sagara)
Probably one of the first fantasy books I ever read, I remember laughing all the way through this book, even through the poor FMC found herself in WAY too much trouble, it was cute and it was funny. Of course the fact that it was fantasy didn't hurt it either.

12. Page (Tamora Pierce)
I've read just about every Tamora Pierce book and I can't wait for more of her books with Beka Cooper, but Page was book one for the Protector of the Small series and I loved it. She was smart, quick and sassy, to be the first girl in over a decade to attempt training to become a lady knight when the entire court (and the male pages) were against it. One of her best, I think. 

13. The Girl with Silver Eyes
I read part of this when I was about nine or ten and forgot to read the rest until I chased it down recently. However, what I read stuck in my head so deeply that I actually went to the trouble of tracking it down so I could 'rest in peace'. LOL. It was a nice book, and very fun to read. I loved the FMC.

14. Before I Wake (Dee Henderson)
Yes, I am a Dee Henderson fan. I've read almost all of her books and I love the O'Malley series as well. Before I wake is one of her best ones though, it follows through so smoothly, I wish she'd had a sequel to it, I want to see what will happen next. It's a really good read!

15. Diary of a Teenaged Girl : My name is Chloe (Melody Carlson)
This one particular book was an encouraging read to remind me to keep on writing and reading. Chloe is the best girl out of the whole DOATG series (next to Maya, I think) and the very rawness of the emotion packed into this book stays with me. It's powerful with the honesty and transparency and yes, if you don't keep a journal or a diary, it will make you want to. It's that good.  I remember a verse Chloe wrote titled "Rotten Cheerios" about a moldy bowl of cereal left in her room. It's good writing and reading.

16. Dragonspell (Donita K. Paul)
I have to say, I just love this book and this series and the way it was written. It's awesome! The fact that there are dragons involved just makes it more wonderful and the storyline and allegory is wonderful. One of my favorite fantasy reads. 

17.  Eight Cousins
This was a classic I didn't discover until much later and I still enjoy reading it every now and then. I love the fact that Uncle Alec is able to take the poor, sickly little girl and turn her into a wonderful, vibrant young lady that they are all happy to be around. It's awesome.

18. All the Nancy Drew books. 
Specifically, I like 15--the whispering statue, 16-clue of the tapping heels, 25-ghost of blackwood hall and 36--the invisible intruder. I've read them all and I think they are wonderful. Nancy Drew rocks!

19. Here's Lily
The Lily books are the one saving reason I wasn't "turned off" by the "christian" YA books when I was growing up. I had been reading the Mandie books up until that time and growing increasingly frustrated with how ridiculous they seemed to be getting. I loved Lily for being 'relateable' and not 'preachy' or empty-headed.

20. The Three Investigators. 
Yep. I read them all. They were good. I mostly remember them for having a guy named Jupe "Jupiter" that was a stroke of genius on someone's behalf. LOL.

21. The Princess -- Lori Wick. 
One of her best books, I think. I love the fact that there is a princess involved and it is very realistic in terms of real life.

22. He chose me--Max Lucado
A favorite Max Lucado book for me. I'd count it as an awesome read for any teen. I've read it quite a few times and it always leaves something special behind.

I have quite a few other books and I'm sure I could happily go on forever, but, I've a million other things still to do before nightfall. Thanks for reading my rambling thoughts.

Friday, September 24, 2010

Crooked : Part Two (Friday Fiction)

This week's Friday Fiction is hosted by Vonnie @ her blog, My Back Door. Click here to read and share more great fiction!

Author's Ramblings: Well, I sorta took a hint from last week and continued on a bit with my character sketch, but somehow two new knights popped up and all this business about a dragon. *sigh* I have no idea where it's going, but I'll try NOT to make a serial out of it. LOL. The style's slightly different from last week! More chattering instead of description. ^_^ Thanks for reading and have a great weekend! Comments are very  much appreciated!



They arrived in Dockweid with a few hours to spare before daylight. The Princess Violet had taken up a solemn silence as she rode upon her royal white steed, her head bent over the giant book that now went with her everywhere.

The Knight hardly caught sight of her face with her thick, honey-brown hair hiding her face and most of the book as she diligently kept her attention on the book below. Whether this was partially his own fault or her own preference, the Knight did not bother to puzzle. He was glad for the companionship of his knight-friend, a red-headed Dragonslayer who had offered him an assistant position in tackling his next quest.

NaNoWriMo-Prep-Mo



The Title should hint as where my head is at the moment. With a week until October 1st, (the official prep month) I am starting to put some actual thought into my preparations this year. This is my fifth year participating in NaNoWriMo and I can't wait for the excitement to start. Now while I actually do plan every year, most of my plans end up straight down the plotbunny hole by the time November 1st hits. (If you don't know what a plot bunny is, I'll tell you, um, tomorrow, okay? *whisper* but only if you want to know, trust me, those are devious little buggers...)


I aim to do better this year. At least with the planning part and I won't give up blogging while I do it. I know I said the same thing last year, but I also had a pretty crazy semester, so, granted that Life does not interrupt me, I'll try to keep up on my blogging end of things.

With that said, I've noticed several other Wrimo's posting their list of why they do NaNo and what are good reasons for taking on such a wild challenge. Here's my 8 reasons why I do National Novel Writing Month and why I'd recommend it to those who'd love to try a wild writing adventure. It's fun. It's free. It's an amazing experience. (and a somewhat addicting one!) 

1. It's fun.

It really is. Once you're over the shock of it, the adventure is amazing! I remember my first year as being the best, even though I barely scraped in at the 50k mark.

2. It's more words than when you started on a general idea.

This is always a bonus for me. The more words I have, the further along I've moved the story and the more I have to work with. The best way to write is simple, butt in chair...and hands on keyboard. Guaranteed to work.

3. More room in your head for new thoughts.

Most of you know by now that my brain operates in a different universe altogether (I've tried to convince it to return, but it tells me all these wonderful stories about where it is that I end up writing about adventures I've never been on instead of bribing it back.) and giving it a chance to run while in the creative department means I get other things done in the real world. I can balance my school/work and NaNo, so with the slight side-effective of a 30-day hyper-creative-high, NaNo has always led to a certain efficiency in my non-writing life.

4. A free proof copy from Createspace (with a valid win, of course)

You get to design a cover and everything!

5. A chance to meet and make new friends online and in person, who are also writing their way through 30 days of insanity!

The write-ins are loads of fun, the writing buddies keep you going when you're slogging through week two and of course, there is plenty of company if you feel like procrastinating. I loved the word wars, the sleeptyping and the conversations about unruly MC's and pesky Muses.

6. An excuse to write (but, seriously, do you need one?).

I don't need one, but it sure helps and it is the one time when folks outside of my usual 'circle' are aware that I am writing. This is mostly for my personal amusement, I love to watch the reactions when I calmly announce I am writing 50k words...in November. ^_^ 
7. An excuse to bug other people to write as well.

I love NaNo to pieces! I absolutely do. I kind of hope it shows, just a little bit and I'm always happy to recruit a new Wrimo into the wonderful world of NaNo. Especially to be there when they hit their 50k, it's an amazing feeling!

8. Good material for blogging. :P 

Or so I'm told. I'll test that theory this year. At the very least, I'll mention my daily word count for those who want to know how on earth I can write so fast. (psst! I sit in a chair...and put my hands on a keyboard...*ducking*)

So, that's my NaNoWriMo drabbles for tonight. I've got a busy school day tomorrow and a weekend coming up, oh yeah...and a Friday Fiction I haven't written yet. Yeah. Life is good.

G'night!

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Writing Quote Gallery

A collection of various writer/writing quotes I've stumbled upon throughout the years. Not all of them are happy or inspiring, but they will make you think. Enjoy! Newest ones will always appear at the top. 

"I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity." - Edgar Allen Poe

"Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass." ~Anton Chekhov

"Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart." ~William Wordsworth

 "When writing a novel, that's pretty much entirely what life turns into: 'House burned down. Car stolen. Cat exploded. Did 1500 easy words, so all in all it was a pretty good day.'"
-- Neil Gaiman

"It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? For the moment passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone; life itself is gone. That is where the writer scores over his fellows: he catches the changes of his mind on the hop." ~Vita Sackville-West



"Writing became such a process of discovery that I couldn't wait to get to work in the morning: I wanted to know what I was going to say." ~Sharon O'Brien

"I do a first draft as passionately and as quickly as I can. I believe a story is valid only when it's immediate and passionate, when it dances out of your subconscious. If you interfere in any way, you destroy it. ... Let your characters have their way. Let your secret life be lived." - Ray Bradbury

"Eventually quantity will make for quality". --Ray Bradbury

"The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible." ~Vladimir Nabakov

"If writers wrote as carelessly as some people talk, then adhasdh asdglaseuyt[bn[pasdlgkhasdfasdf."-- Lemony Snicket


Write your first draft with your heart. Re-write with your head. ~Finding Forrester

Read over your compositions, and when you meet a passage which you think is particularly fine, strike it out. ~Samuel Johnson

Coleridge was a drug addict. Poe was an alcoholic. Marlowe was killed by a man whom he was treacherously trying to stab. Pope took money to keep a woman's name out of a satire then wrote a piece so that she could still be recognized anyhow. Chatterton killed himself. Byron was accused of incest. Do you still want to a writer - and if so, why?
- Bennett Cerf

"It's not like you don't have a choice, because you do--you can either type or kill yourself" Anne Lamott's Bird by Bird

“Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia.” E. L. Doctorow

"I love being a writer. What I can't stand is the paperwork." Peter De Vries

The Poet's voice need not merely be the record of ma, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail." William Faulkner.

"If you want to tell people the truth, make them laugh. Otherwise they'll kill you." - Oscar Wilde

"Shut up and write" -- Natalie Goldberg



"I had hardly begun to read
I asked how can you ever be sure
that what you write is really
any good at all and he said you can't
you can't you can never be sure
you die without knowing
whether anything you wrote was any good
if you have to be sure don't write"
--W.S. Merwin's "Berryman"

There is no agony like bearing an untold story inside of you -Maya Angelou-Z.N. Hurston

You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you. ~Ray Bradbury

The coroner will find ink in my veins and blood on my typewriter keys. ~C. Astrid Weber

An author in his book must be like God in the universe, present everywhere and visible nowhere. ~Gustave Flaubert

And if I have to be a thieving, immoral crow in order to write a book, then by God, I'll grow black feathers on my fanny and croak as loud as I can. ~Pasi Jääskeläinen

I write for the same reason I breathe - because if I didn't, I would die.~Isaac Asimov

"This writing business. Pencils and what-not. Over-rated, if you ask me. Silly stuff. Nothing in it." --Eeyore, from Winnie The Pooh

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

"If I were told I only had six minutes to live, I'd type a little faster." -- Isaac Asimov

"You can't wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club."
~Jack London

"If I lose the light of the sun, I will write by candlelight, moonlight, no light. If I lose paper and ink, I will write in blood on forgotten walls. I will write always. I will capture nights all over the world and bring them to you." -- Henry Rollins

"Without a reader, I cannot write. It's like a kiss: they cannot be done alone.”--John Cheever

“Imagination is more important than knowledge.”
–Albert Einstein

“I'm all in favor of keeping dangerous weapons out of the hands of fools. Let's start with typewriters.”
–Frank Lloyd Wright

“The difference between fiction and reality? Fiction has to make sense.”
–Tom Clancy

"The difference between the right word and the almost right word is the difference between lightning and the lightning bug." -- Mark Twain

"These words I write keep me from total madness" - Charles Bukowski

Being an author is like being in charge of your own personal insane asylum. ~Graycie Harmon

Writing is easy: All you do is sit staring at a blank sheet of paper until drops of blood form on your forehead. ~Gene Fowler

The only cure for writer's block is insomnia. ~Merit Antares

“Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those, who do not write, compose, or paint can manage to escape the madness, the melancholia, the panic fear, which is inherent in a human condition” - Graham Greene.


"Fiction is a lie, and good fiction is the truth inside the lie." Stephen King

"How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live." Henry David Thoreau

"You have to write whichever book it is that wants to be written. And then, if it's going to be too difficult for adults, you write it for children." Madeleine L'Engle

"There are three rules for writing a novel. Unfortunately, no one knows what they are." W. Somerset Maugham

"Do not put statements in the negative form.
And don't start sentences with a conjunction.
If you reread your work, you will find on rereading that a great deal of repetition can be avoided by rereading and editing.
Never use a long word when a diminutive one will do.
Unqualified superlatives are the worst of all.
De-accession euphemisms.
If any word is improper at the end of a sentence, a linking verb is.
Avoid trendy locutions that sound flaky.
Last, but not least, avoid cliches like the plague." William Safire

"If I fall asleep with a pen in my hands, don't remove it; I might be writing in my dreams." Danzae Pace

-Always remember to never split an infinitive.
-Who needs rhetorical questions?
-Avoid Alliteration. Always.
-Don't repeat yourself; don't use more words than necessary; it's highly superfluous.
-Prepositions are not words to end sentences with.

"Why should I believe there are poems waiting for me which I am not writing? Because I miss them, these shadows like birds dying of cold on the branches, their life diminished as I move closer to them. I frighten them with my nearness." -- Mary Kinzie [Poetry, v. 186, no. 2 (2005 May)]


"Writing a book is a long, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand." --George Orwell

If there's a book you really want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it. --Toni Morrison

"Why one writes is a question I can answer easily, having so often asked it of myself. I believe one writes because one has to create a world in which one can live. I could not live in any of the worlds offered to me — the world of my parents, the world of war, the world of politics. I had to create a world of my own, like a climate, a country, an atmosphere in which I could breathe, reign, and recreate myself when destroyed by living. That, I believe, is the reason for every work of art. "
The Diary of Anaïs Nin Vol. 5 (1947-1955), as quoted in Woman as Writer (1978) by Jeannette L. Webber and Joan Grumman, p. 38

"Writing is the only thing that, when I do it, I don't feel like I should be doing something else." ~ Gloria Steinem

"To finish is a sadness to a writer--a little death. He puts the last word down and it is done. But it isn't really done. The story goes on and leaves the writer behind, for no story is ever done." - John Steinbeck

"Tomorrow may be hell, but today was a good writing day, and on the good writing days nothing else matters." - Neil Gaiman

'Read as much as you can. Keep writing and then throwing it away until one day you do something that you don't think belongs in the bin. Stick to writing what you know about. Don't give up.' J.K. Rowling


“You can’t use up creativity. The more you use, the more you have.”
Maya Angelou, Reader’s Digest, June 2001 issue, page 73

"There are two types of writers: those who write with their brains, and those who write with their souls."

"Writers aren't exactly people...they're a whole lot of people trying to be one person."-F. Scott Fitzgerald


"In the end though, my quest for Atlantis did teach me something. In all our pasts lie our futures. By our own hands and decisions we will be damned and we will be saved. Whatever you do, put forth your best effort even if all you're doing is chasing a never-ending rainbow. You might never reach the end of it, but along the way you'll meet people who will mean the world to you and make memories that will keep you warm on even the coldest nights." ~ Tory, (Sherrilyn Kenyon's Acheron)

"I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat." ~Edgar Allen Poe

 "To write is to live forever."
- Unknown


"Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self."
- Cyril Connolly

"Write the damn book."
- Jane Yolen

"I love deadlines. I love the whooshing noise they make as they go by." - Douglas Adams


"If you have a little voice inside your head that talks to you, don't worry you're human. If you have three or four voices that argue with each other, don't worry, you're a writer."

"Talent is cheaper than table salt. What separates the talented individuals from the successful ones is a lot of hard work." -Stephen King

"Of all the ways of acquiring books, writing them oneself is regarded as the most praise worthy method." - Walter Benjamin

"Lies are attempts to hide the truth by willfully denying facts. Fiction, on the other hand, is an attempt to reveal the truth by ignoring the facts." -John Green

"Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original; Whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring two pence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original." -CS Lewis

Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them.
~Nathaniel Hawthorne

The waste basket is the writers best friend- Isaac Bashevis Singer

The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing. - Socrates

Every production of genius must be the production of enthusiasm. - Benjamin Disraeli

Ink and paper are sometimes passionate lovers, oftentimes brother and sister, and occasionally mortal enemies. ~Emme Woodhull-Bäche

Easy reading is damn hard writing- Nathaniel Hawthorne

"Imagination is the one weapon in the war against reality." - Jules de Gaultier.

The best time for planning a book is while you're doing the dishes. ~Agatha Christie

"No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise in the writer, no surprise in the reader." by Robert Frost

"Murder your darlings." ~Arthur Quiller-Couch

"Ears are sloppy and eyes are precise; accordingly, speech can be loose but writing should be tight." --William Safire

"Biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite-
'Fool,' said my Muse to me, 'look in thy heart and write.'"
--Astrophil and Stella's First Sonnet

'There is no rule on how to write. Sometimes it comes easily and perfectly; sometimes it's like drilling rock and then blasting it out with charges.'
Ernest Hemingway

We do not write because we want to, we write because we have to.
-W. Somerset Maugham.

"There are times when quantity is at least as important as quality in learning an art."
Lawrence Watt-Evans

"Writing a novel is like driving a car at night. You can see only as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way."
E.L. Doctorow

I begin with writing the first sentence—and trusting to Almighty God for the second. ~ Laurence Sterne

"I mean, what can you say about how you write your books? What I mean is, first you've got to think of something, and then when you've thought of it you've got to force yourself to sit down and write it. That's all." ~ Mrs. Oliver in Dead Man’s Folly by Agatha Christie

I have always wanted to write in such a way that will make people think, 'Why, I've always thought that but never found the words for it.' ~ Pamela Johnson

"The art of writing is to apply the seat of the pants to the seat of the chair."







Current! (BBT)


What are you reading right now? What made you choose it? Are you enjoying it? Would you recommend it? (And, by all means, discuss everything, if you’re reading more than one thing!)

I'm currently reading about three different things. Unsuspecting Mage and Max Lucado's Outlive Your Life (for a bloggy review) and Chaucer's Canterbury Tales for my lit classes at Uni.  It's a fun mix and I can't say I'm bored with any of them, I really want to finish Max's book for this weekend. It's been incredibly inspiring!


Wednesday, September 22, 2010

First Day of Autumn

Autumn is like a dear friend, so for this first day of this season, I put words to the tune in my head from today. The wind was nice. It didn't rain. The sun didn't try to roast me. These are days I could dream and write of forever. (and yes, I'm being cute with the title) :p



Mai Ought-Tum-Many 

Autumn is a mystery
Pearls of sunset majesty
Who am I to think,
That I know?

Autumn is a flower sweet,
Bolded words and bold leaf
Who am I to think
That I may be?

Autumn is a silent weep
Heard as the mosses creep
Who am I to think
That I can hear?

Autumn is a precious lie
A piece of heaven in my eye
Who am I to think
That I can see?

Autumn is my favorite
Poems begging to be writ
Who am I to think
That I can say?

Autumn is a laughing tree
Filled with golden mastery
I am but a shadow,
You will see

Autumn is a memory
Songs in the nursery
You will hear them sing,
A lovely thing 

© Sara Harricharan

G'night!  ^_^

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Lightbulbs, seriously?


It's the screenwriter joke.

I'll confess. I'll give you fair warning. That's how zonked I am at the moment. (Translation: Brainisfried)


The lightbulbs made me do it! It was all just about lightbulbs and I'm having one of those wonderfully confusing days, so if you've read it, you've read it and if you haven't, then here is my laugh for today. I've been buried up to my ears in reading the Canterbury Tales and for that reason, will only provide my commentary rather than a fresh piece of originality tonight. The lightbulbs provided a wonderfully warm light in the midst of the Knight's Tale (Chaucer) and so, I'm sharing that moment with you.

On the bright side, I had cake today. (With frosting). ^_^

How many screenwriters does it take to change a light bulb?
Answer:  Ten.
1st draft.  Hero changes light bulb.
2nd draft.  Villain changes light bulb.
3rd draft.  Hero stops villain from changing light bulb.  Villain falls to death.
4th draft.  Lose the light bulb.
5th draft.  Light bulb back in.  Fluorescent instead of tungsten.
6th draft.  Villain breaks bulb, uses it to kill hero's mentor.
7th draft.  Fluorescent not working.  Back to tungsten.
8th draft.  Hero forces villain to eat light bulb.
9th draft.  Hero laments loss of light bulb.  Doesn't change it.
10th draft.  Hero changes light bulb. 


And my POV: 
How many sara's does it take to change a lightbulb?

None. Sara would find someone else to change it for her because she is too short and knows that climbing on foreign objects leads to ouches in visible places. If in the event that there was no one around, Sara would then use a flashlight. If the flashlight was dead.

Still, how does Sara change a lightbulb?

Turn on bedside lamp.

Have a meltdown.

Wonder if it's a power failure.

Check other lights in the house.

Decide the breaker's tripped.

Check breakers.

Ask any available persons of whether there are spare lightbulbs in house.

Disagree with answer provided.

Ask other available person.

Think about turning on lamps. Decide it is too much work

Decide to change lightbulb in the morning.

Use flashlight.

Discover flashlight needs new batteries.

Search for batteries.

Flashlight dies.

Go to bed.

Dream of lightbulbs.

In the morning, discover the reason lamp didn't work in the first place was because you unplugged it to charge both laptop and cellphone at the same time.

And that's what I do.

Yepp. That was fun.

g'night!

Monday, September 20, 2010

Your 10 Rules of...

I'm snatching a prompt to get me started on today's blog post. ^_^ It's a nice, interesting one though. It's to list your ten rules of any one thing/hobby, no matter how strange it is. So, I'm going to go all out for it. Well, as much as I could at this time of night.

And, no, I'm not going to do writing, cooking, reading or any of my "normal" stuff. ^_^



My ten rules of collecting crayons. (Yes, I do collect them...and I do use them)

1. There are new colors in each box every year--you must always buy a new one.
2. Know the brands of crayons. Crayola is the best brand. Hands-down. Never buy a department store brand.
3. You do not sharpen crayons. There is no such thing as a crayon sharpener.
4. You must always put the crayons back in the same spot that you took them out of.
5. If you cannot do #4, then arrange them according to color groups, reds, blues, etc.
6. Do not tear crayon boxes on the perforated lines.  Open the top and use them from there.
7. If you've ripped your box, then use a spacemaker for storage, place a thick sheet of paper towel inside or a clean sheet of copy paper.
8. When coloring, use the pointed tip as a point and the rear end as a flat/straight line.
9. Use your crayons in order, then rotate. Oldest set (to use them up) and experiment with some of the new shades.
10. Always have a spare pack to lend or share with others so your favorites aren't otherwise traumatized. Treat them nicely. Like chocolate.

G'night!

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Drabbles


I recently picked up my fanfiction threads again and one word that popped out from the virtual community was "Drabbles" something I can definitely relate to, a new term, apart from "Scribbles" which is what I often call my pet projects.

Drabbles are what comes out between Ramblings and Scribblings, they are not necessarily nice and neatly put together, but they are not so far out that you wonder what you were drinking when you started. I'm finding that to be a safe middle ground as I gear up for a pretty busy fall season ahead of me.

As some of you may know, Fall is my favorite (and most productive!) season. From National Novel Writing Month, to fanfiction requests, school projects and holiday poetry, I simply hold up my creative firecracker and lite a match. What happens afterwards, is pretty much anyone's guess, as I don't stop moving until the sparks die down and even so, it takes awhile. Slowing down means tackling Script Frenzy in April or more handwriting and less typing.

As part of my giant fall extravaganza, expect a new surprise to show up soon. I'm working on it. ^_^ In fact, that's where I've spent most of my summer time, tweaking, thinking and writing, in between of the figuring, brainstorming and sleeping. I won't hint at it now, mostly because I'm pretty much sleep-typing at the moment (and yes, I'm pretty good at it, I practice) :P

Originally, I was going to comment on Michelle Gregory's new writing quote on her blog, Beautiful Chaos. As you can tell, the Drabbles kinda left me sidetracked, but I can't waste a good idea, so I'll go ahead and ramble about it.

“Write only if you cannot live without writing. Write only what you alone can write.” ~ Elise Wiesel

WOW.

That was pretty much my reaction when I read that this morning. It's been turning over and over in my head all day and the longer I think of it, the more I realize how true it is for me. I have to write. I simply can't NOT write. I've tried. It leads to strangely interesting results. I also have to write what only I can write. Someone asked me awhile ago, why I've never picked one side of the writing spectrum and stuck to it.

I remember vaguely zoning out into one of my alternate universes.

Er, simply put. I couldn't. I can't. Sometimes I write something that is happy-fluffy and inspiring, while other times, I need to be writing of someone who moves things with her mind and sets donuts on fire with a silver teddy-bear charm bracelet. When I read that wonderful quote this morning, it settled some of the butterfly-waffles in my head, (you know, my perfectionist side that agrees with order and logic) and I think I can handle that. Just be who I am and write honestly what I am.

Sounds good to me!

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Telling You Again (Poem)

Well, the poetry gears have been grinding away, begging for a warm-up, so I've granted them a bit of favor and written a short piece. It's rather abstract and of course, follows my half-rhyme/rambling style of writing. Enjoy! 



Telling You Again

Let me tell you 'bout a place that I remember
Let me tell you 'bout a place that I call home
It's beyond a broken, empty river
It's a place I visit with new water

Let me tell you 'bout a mystery inside me
Of a place I use to hide away and stay
Of the words that used to haunt me everyday
Let me tell you how the light chased them away

It's a little slice of something, forever
It's a dream-like trip, reminds me like no other
Misty, twisted foggy remains
A melody of sweet, old refrain

Let me tell you of a place I left behind me
A solemn sweet mystery, a legacy
A memory in my head, a song tucked in my bed
I will tell you of this olden homestead

In the mountains, in the valley
Under skies of sweet, soft rain
In the forests, in the prairies
Under clouds of majestic reign

There's an empty room
A silver spoon
A trail of dust
A speck of us

Fading away, because the day will come
Slipping away, because the day is done
Flying higher than the marshweed
Swimming deeper than we bleed
In the last rook of my memory
Hangs a picture of my dream

© Sara Harricharan

1000 Dares

The 1000 Dares challenge is definitely a life experience worth trying. While I'm still journeying through mine, I can tell you that I can't wait to see it all the way through to the end.

This was a dare presented to me by a very good friend(and it is with her permission, that I am sharing her idea) and of course, she managed to loop me into it. The idea was incredibly outrageous, but so wonderful at the same time, that I've decided to share it with whoever would love to try it.

Necessary Items:
1000 something
A way to track your numbers
Someone to keep you on track

To begin, pick 1000 anythings. By anythings, I mean, one thing that you want to do one-thousand times. It can be watching a thousand movies, writing a thousand stories, visiting a thousand restaurants, owning a thousand colored pencils, whatever! It just has to be a single thousand of whatever you feel would inspire you the most, then decide on a way to track your progress (one reason I'm announcing this on a blog is to help with accountability--but a good spreadsheet would work wonders in keeping your numbers straight!). I've also added someone to keep you on track, because guilt trips can be good and so is company. It's addictive to have a long term goal doing something you enjoy and knowing that there is someone to cheer you on, increases the chance of you reaching/finishing and provides encouragement when you need it.

My dare is to write 1000 short stories, from scratch. I cannot count any that I've written before July 2010 and I cannot count poetry. It is not a word count challenge, just a personal goal to write 1000 short stories straight from the mindscape of my random life.

I dare you to try this--you won't be disappointed!

1000 Dares







30 Pages, 30 Days

This writing challenge is more of a tool to add to your writer's toolbox. It follows the age-old advice of improving your writing. To write better, you must write every day or keep writing. Don't stop. Don't let yourself be sidetracked by reading or commenting (or blogging!) that you forget the very basic kind of writing there is.

A piece of paper.
A pen (no pencils!)
A snippet of time

These three elements, when combined, yield rather interesting results. There is always a different creative process at work when pen is put to paper. Pen, because it cannot be erased like pencil and paper, because it is more personal than clacking away on a keyboard.

Challenges from creative folks like Julia Cameron's Morning Pages are excellent ideas, with a definite place for those who can use them and spare the time for them. I have found that time is something I rarely have when I want it the most. It is for this reason, I decided to shift things around a bit and instead of trying to pen a thousand pages per day, I'm settling for a page a day in any given month. (Skip February, write thirty pages anyway...)

I don't particularly care how you count your pages, so as long as you do write one full sheet and at the end of the month, have thirty pages to show for it. This is a personal challenge however, so if you cheat--you're cheating yourself.

If you don't know what to write, try emptying your head. Stream of consciousness writing can work wonders for a brain in need of creative release. Do yourself a favor though and don't re-read it until significant time has passed. It doesn't matter how the pages sound, because you're writing them for you.

So go ahead, Write! I dare you...


30 Days, 30 Pages





Challenges!

I've finished two buttons for two of my writing challenges/projects. I'm testing them out below!


Yay!

Progress!

~S

Button Ideas!

In keeping with one of my notes for transparency and consistency, I'm allowing a few random snippets of construction to slip through as I prep this blog for launch.

This is the button I've crafted so far, at a 125x125 px size. Hmmm



About Sara



Sara is a creative young woman with a passion for writing. She has written nearly 300 poems, over 230 short stories, several complete novel manuscripts-with more in the works. She currently has one series in progress and two stand-alone ebooks in the genres of inspirational fiction and Christian Fantasy.

Sara is also an Apprentice graduate of the Christian Writer's Guild, her mentors were Stephen and Janet Bly. In her spare time, she enjoys vegetarian cooking, dark chocolate, reading mystery books and working on her latest writing projects. She has one cat named Snowflake, affectionately called her "Mewse" and holds a B.A. in English.

Learn more about her in this Faithwriter's Interview by Lynda Schab!
Sara's FW Interview 2010

On a personal note:

Thanks for reading my official intro. It changes whenever I have the chance to tweak it a bit. I'm a busy, random and very creative individual who loves writing to the point where I simply can't let a day pass without scribbling something. I am a Christian, I could not write what I do without His touch. I am a recent graduate and I'm excited to see what God will do with my life. I love hearing from my fans and readers--so comment, post, or email, I'd love to hear from you.

Return to the blogosphere


Hello, my dear readers! Many happy stuffits to each of you! *salute* I am, at last, returning to the blogosphere in some semblance and form (apart from sporadic memes and Friday Fiction posts). I have been busy for quite awhile--busy follows me around with a giant vat of hyperactivity--while my virtual presence has faded somewhat, rest-assured, I am still alive.

Randomness, odd snippets of writing and various rambles are sure to follow within these next few months. I feel I ought to warn everyone in advance. ^_^ The reason for this sudden announcement is explained below.

It happened.



I knew I couldn't avoid it forever, but still, I was enjoying my quiet little existence and then--WHAM.  ~_^

If you don't understand, that's fine. I didn't either. At least, not until a certain friend caught hold of me today. Most of us have a friend like this, you know, the friend that will whack you over the head with whatever's handy to be sure that your sensibilities are intact.

The conversation was a little off-kilter and ended with a major guilt trip. Something kind of like this (and yes, I have procured the necessary permissions from said friend to use in this post. girlfriend, I heart ya! Thanks for the headslap).

"Sara! There you are!"
"Hey, how's it going?"
"I have a question for you."
"O-kay."
"Don't give me that. I want an answer."
"For what?"
"I visited your blog yesterday."
"Really? Thanks!"
"Don't thank me! I was waiting for some of that 'brilliance' that-"
"Um,"
"You never update and I know you're not dead."
"Dead? Good grief. I hope not."
*insert deadly glare here* "You're a writer! WRITE! I know you write more than ever appears wherever, how come you don't post that?"
"Uhh..."

Well, I'll spare you the rest of that rather random encounter, save for it ended with promises to work harder at my goal for consistency and not to disappoint my readers. That is progress, right? I hope so!

Of course, since I spoke to her, my brain has happily switched gears and has been busy thinking up new bloggy ideas (some of which resulted in less clutter over at my FF blog) and a few which include some rather belated posts (the FW conf. *ducking* I know, I know...) and of course, a word count badge.

I write well over 1000 words a day, so I'm adding Debbie Ohi's wordcount badge to my blogs. I'm excited to finally be able to do this and a little nervous to think posting some of them. But, we'll see. One step at a time, aiming for one central goal.

Friday, September 17, 2010

Crooked : A Tale of Adventure (Friday Fiction)

This week's Friday Fiction is hosted by the wonderful Christina Banks @ her blog, With Pen in Hand. Click here to read and share more great fiction.

Author's Ramblings: I've been reading WAY too much literature this week. (thanks a lot for homework, LOL) and of course, my mind has been busy with knights, ladies-in-waiting and the old Medieval days. So in honor of that--or rather, since my poor brain cannot comprehend much else--here's a little character sketch that popped in my head for a knight/princess couple. It might be worth expanding. I'll think of that later. LOL. Enjoy the read and happy weekend! 



Princess Violet awoke to find herself in an unfamiliar bed with a too-familiar face. She did not scream right away, because it wasn’t in her nature to do so. However, she did manage a very ladylike squeak of surprise as she slid out from beneath the covers and tumbled to the cold, wooden floor. A slight shiver ran through her as she checked for her slippers and did not find them at the bed corner. Her lip curled upwards as she realized her dressing gown and other necessities were also missing. She stomped her foot on the floor with a sudden surge of anger.

Her bedmate did not stir at first and she took that moment to verify if the man slumbering within was the same knight from the royal court yesterday. Her face mirrored several shades of pink and red, before settling on a purplish-hue, a nod to her namesake as she approached the bed from the other side.

Gently tugging away the covers, she squinted carefully at the rugged features before her. Almost at once, her nose wrinkled in distaste the crooked nose and scarred left cheek. A sigh left her lips as she turned away, arms crossed to begin pacing the length of the small room.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Day and Night (BBT)


“I couldn’t sleep a wink, so I just read and read, day and night … it was there I began to divide books into day books and night books,” she went on. “Really, there are books meant for daytime reading and books that can be read only at night.”
- ‘The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Milan Kundera, p. 103.
Do you divide your books into day and night reads? How do you decide?

What a neat question! I've never thought of it that way, but there are very few books that I will read regardless of time. I do tend to read mysteries during the day and fantasy or YA at night. I always read non-fic during the day and the same for magazines. I never read them at night. Devotionals, my Bible and the boxcar children are the only ones I read at any time on any given day. I don't really decide it that way, I guess I just prefer to read the happier stuff before I sleep and to keep the thinking-required-when-reading books for when I'm awake!  ^_^

~

Friday, September 10, 2010

The Moon Writer (Friday Fiction)

This week's Friday Fiction is hosted by the talented Joanne "JJ" Sher, over at her blog, An Open Book. Click here to read and share more great fiction.


Author's Ramblings: Well, my mind is drifting again. I'm sure you can tell when you start reading this piece. I haven't the energy to edit it, so please excuse any glaring errors that I am certain are hiding somewhere within it. The week has been long and exhausting between school and life and I need more sleep than my poor FMC in this piece. ^_^ Since I didn't receive any votes for continuation for Esther's story, I'm posting a bit of random fluff for today. It was part of a writing prompt for yesterday, with the idea being to pick a writing quote close at hand and write something based off of it. This is what I came up with and I'm afraid it's terribly nonsensical and pointless--from my POV. Enjoy and happy weekend! 



If I don’t write to empty my mind, I will go mad~ Lord Byron.

These words trouble me every time I read them, because I know how true they are. It is as if he reached into my soul, gathered up the dust in the corners and squished it into a tangible sentence. He watched my reaction, stared me in the eyes and then decided that those words would be best in describing me.

It is true.

It is so true that it scares me.

Sometimes it scares me so bad, I almost stop writing and then I realize that I can’t let that happen. I have to keep my hands moving. I have to keep the words coming. I have to let my mind work.

I scare people sometimes. I don’t even try very hard to do either. I know I’m creepy. I’ve always been creepy, but that’s not my fault. I just write what I have to. It isn’t my fault if they don’t like it.

They should try writing.

They should try being.

They should try living.

They should try to see beyond the point of their own crooked noses.

Ah, but this going too far, yes? No? Maybe? I don’t know. There is so much I do not know, but what I do know, scares me.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Diaster! (BBT)


You’ve just dropped your favorite, out-of-print book into a bathtub, ruining it completely … What do you do now?

Grab it out of the water. :P

Yell for help(more hands help with this) and get some paper towels, a hairdryer, and sympathetic shoulder. I'd spot dry what I could and use the hairdryer where possible. Then I'd sandwich it between two thicker books with a silk cloth--something that wouldn't stick to the pages) and let it air dry.

Though, technically, I'd never take a book I love anywhere near the bathroom. ^_^

Friday, September 3, 2010

Star (Friday Fiction)

This week's Friday Fiction is hosted by the lovely Karlene "KJ" Jacobsen @ her blog, Homespun Expression. Click here to read and share more fiction.

Author's Ramblings: This week is a snippet of Biblical Fiction, focusing on the story of Esther! I haven't written in this genre for awhile, so this was a bit of a stretch. However, Esther is my favorite Bible character and I wanted to do her justice! I hope you enjoy this piece as much as I enjoyed writing it! Take care and have a great holiday weekend! Happy reading! (btw, if you would like to see a continuation/sequel or whatever for this piece, mention it in your comment! If there are enough votes, I'll scrape up the time to do something about it!) ^_^ 

Tiffany Dupont playing "Queen Esther"
  

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

My mind is a twisted mess. I am so afraid. These past three days have been an experience I cannot describe. It is as if my mind is suspended in a state of bliss and fear. I feel both emotions so strongly that I fear my heart might forget to beat.

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

I have never felt this small before. But I can bear the weight of such heavy emotion. I can do this. I must. I have no other choice. This fear I am struggling with, I must surrender, yet the harder I try, the more I yearn to cling to it.

Perhaps because I know it.

I know this fear too well.

My hands are folded in my lap, but the handmaidens cannot see how tightly pressed together they are. I fear they would start shaking and give me away. Then I would completely fall apart before their eyes.

They have no obligation, save for I am royalty, but my request may have offended them. I did not think of them when I spoke such bold words. I was not even thinking of myself. I was only trying to escape the burning ache in my chest and the horrid throbbing in my head.

It hurts to think. It hurts so badly.
I do not want to think. I almost don’t want to breathe. But I cannot give up now. I mustn’t!

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

Three days since the horrible news was sprung upon the innocence I no longer claimed as mine. How naïve I am! To think that because I was queen, that I could possibly be free from all trouble and worry? No. I was not that foolish. But I did not think that I would so willingly risk my life for the sake of my people.

For the sake of those dear to me. For the sake of my own life.

Death is so very real in this moment.

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

Now is not the time to think of death. I must empty these disturbances from my heart and head. I must put aside my own selfish desires and draw on The One that has brought me so far. The One that has placed me in this dream-like story.

My handmaidens move quietly around me, gentle, but expert in their ministrations. They are preparing me to meet the king. Combing my hair with ox-bone comes as I sit in a haze of incense.

This is the king’s favorite scent.

My body is slathered from head to toe in the fragrances most appealing to his majesty. The colors of my robes and jewelry are his favorites as well. I did not even have to request this of these girls. They understand without explanation.

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

I am blessed.

To be cared for in this way, I am truly blessed. I am holding my face still, head tilted back as they begin to mix the powdered colors in tiny clay pots. My face is the very last ‘thing’ they will adorn.

I want to be held in strong arms. I want to cry all the tears I’ve kept bottled up these whole three days. I wan to run. But I stay, even as I fear I am slipping somehow, in my duty as queen. I have not failed yet, but I can see disaster looming.
No! I must not think this way!

Have I learned nothing from these past three days? Have I been so childish, immature and oblivious that I have gained nothing?

The prayers are beginning again.

My hands are calming, the pressure is fading. These are words and songs and praises I cannot call my own. They are the peace and future within me.

As the handmaidens dress me, one layer of my girlish self is deliberately stripped away.

I am growing up. I am no longer little Hadassah.

The preparations are completed and at a mere nod of my head, these precious girls draw closer to me. They join hands around me and we bow our heads. I whisper a prayer from the very depths of my heart.

I ask for courage I do not have, for strength I do not possess and a voice to speak His truth. May the outcome of this venture, be His will alone.

If I have been named Esther, Queen of Persia, for such a time as this, then by His grace alone, I will breathe.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Film To Paper? (BBT)



Even though it’s usually a mistake (grin) … do movies made out of books make you want to read the original?

No. If it's a good movie, then I won't read the book. I prefer to be blissfully ignorant of the way the story was originally intended, because I'd rather enjoy what I've seen, than ruin it by reading book and wondering how they could "ruin" it. But it also works in reverse, if it's a good book, then I at least try to watch the movie at least once! The best movie/book I've seen, was The Count of Monte Cristo. The movie was actually better than the book--and I've yet to find another combination that actually fits together so nicely.