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Quote: Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest of hearts. --Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

The Fellowship

December 27, 2011

Harken Ye! + The Errant Knight

Hail friends!

I have just returned from an exciting Christmas adventure with my family -- we are thoroughly stuffed with large bird (aka. turkey) and mounds of desserts that, I fear, have slapped themselves straight to the places I don't want them. However, with that aside, it was a most enjoyable holiday :)

I managed to snatch three delightfully epic books this week and have devoured them in excitement. They. are. amazing. I'll just give a wee bit about em here:

The Land of Darkness by C.S. Lakin

This book is by far the best of Lakin's work that I've read. In fact, there were several scenes that made me nearly come to tears -- it was brilliantly written and, although I found it hard to connect with the character's emotions, the words they spoke were very powerful. 4/5 stars.

The House of Dark Shadows by Robert Liparulo

This book wasn't quite as good as I was expecting it to be, however I think that as the series progresses it gets better. The House of Dark Shadows appears to be a kind of introduction to the better stuff that will come. In any case, it was still quite good -- I found it to be a very fast read. Not as chilling as I'd expected it :P although it did have me glancing at my bedroom door in wonder a few times.

The Errant King by Wayne Thomas Batson

This. Book. Was.!!! It was amazing. I can't say any more except for the fact that it had me turning pages late into the night as I was drawn into a majestic land where each adventure made your bones turn cold.

Anyways, I shall write more -- I WILL RETURN!! but I gotta hit some Boxing Day sales first ;) I'll update ya'll later!

Signed with crushed purple flowers,


November 19, 2011

Sleeping Beauty Obsession

I've suddenly become obsessed with Sleeping Beauty, the Disney movie. I always did really love this tale; however, when I saw a picture of Aurora pop up on my dash today I was suddenly hit with this sudden thought -- "I remember." Sure, the movie freaked me out when I was younger, however I always LOVED Aurora and ESPECIALLY the prince :) *shrug* I guess I'm always going to be a romantic person on the inside lol. It never fails to bubble up at least once every other month or so.

Pictures? YES! From Tumblr, Google Images, and Pinterest :)

Dancing! barefoot in the forest <3 I totally want to do this :P

Omigosh! I completely forgot Aurora loves squirrels :P plus she has long blonde hair... Hmmm...kinda reminds me of someone... XD jk.

Aurora singing to the wildlife. Hmm...reminds me of someone again XD


I love this scene; plus her outfit is so plain yet she looks so regal...again, beautiful.

Typical scene :P She's so regal looking.

Again, another awesome dancing scene :P I love it.

Whatever you do...don't follow the creepy green light.

NO!!! Don't touch!! *key epic music*

...really now? Freaky woman with green skin enters and you suddenly want to prick yourself on a loom? o.o

So dramatic. I love Maleficent's expression and the epic robe twist thing she has going there. (sorry, just had to blow this one up in size XD too epic not to)

Our fair feathered friend o.o not. I always knew ravens were  never to be trusted...especially this loud-mouthed squawker.

When you're evil you just HAVE to enlist the help of a green-fire breathing dragon with creepy mono-coloured eyes and super sharp snapping teeth. It's a given.

*teardrop* the amazing prince 

We all know who comes to help the prince :) Yep...epic fairies!! I love these gals! ESPECIALLY the one in blue -- she's my ABSOLUTE favourite. The green one is such a flitsy twitterpated silly girl and the red one is way too serious. But the blue one (forgive me, I forget her name) is the feisty little rascal :D totally my style. 

Free the prince = must fight evil dragon with epic sword. I love princes. I hope I find one someday who will  face every evil dragon to save me :) 

The final thrust. You're amazing.

The reason this all started... :P If I had a magic wand I think I'd have too much fun haha.

...the prince and his awesome horse.

Talking and listening. The best.

Perhaps my favourite picture ever.

Definitely the best drawing scene here I've ever seen. I LOVE this picture :D

And that, my friends, is all for now :) I hope you've enjoyed this epic Sleeping Beauty rage :D

Signed with a silver thread,


November 2, 2011

Shadows of My Heart

It's cold. It's dark. There's no one here -- they've danced away with the midnight flames and left me all alone in this foreboding mass of empty thoughts and wayward hymns that rise, hauntingly, towards the sky. This massive crescendo sounds like a cacophony to me. How did I get here? I haven't a clue. This melancholic thrumming of dissension emanates through my bones in waves that seemingly are unfixed. One laps gently at my toes only to persuade me that the monstrous typhoon behind it isn't coming. I can't exactly say I see the typhoon, 'cuz I'm looking at my toes wishing the centipedes and arachnids would scurry away and leave my limbs be.

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When I look up, it's too late. The monster surrounds me, engulfing me with foamy green anger as it swarms around my shirt and tugs me under. I dare not gasp for air, which now seems like some foreigner that's decided to walk away and leave me stranded in a tropical hell.

The dissension fades, abandoning me once again to the simple evening that quickly slips into nothing.

Not even a pin-prick of light can pierce through these shadows. The shadows of my heart. So gloom-ridden and laced with the cousins of death. Depression mingled with sorrow. Scarlet ribbons of hope float sideways, blending out of sight with the eternal night.

Each ebb and beat of the tide stops my ears from hearing the footsteps that approach from behind.

The lightest breath sends shockwaves down my back and I spin sideways (or maybe it was up? I don't know, the sense of direction is completely disproportionate). A figure stands there. It's not exactly what I'd call...a human, or even another being. It's just...a figure. Soft, bubbling glowy breath flows solemnly from its mouth as it reaches out to caress my arm.

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"Who are you?" I yelp, trying to slide back through the darkness, once so hated yet now cherished.

It doesn't speak. I don't even know if it can. It just holds out a hand and beckons me forward. It doesn't move closer or back away. I try to turn from its potently sweet face yet I can't. Its gaze roots me to the spot. Maybe we're moving, maybe were sinking, or standing still...who knows. I can't tell.

That hand is still there -- stretched towards me as though to invite me on a walk. I hesitate but a moment and then...

I pause. The darkness calls me. Beckons me; I am its mother, after all. To become one with light would be to forget all my labour would be in vain -- the children of my pain would sizzle away in torment of the fire that consumes their very being.

The hand is still there.

I shudder. The thought of giving even an inch of my body to contact such purity is beyond my imagination. What would it do to me? I shudder.

The hand is still there. Waiting, ever so patiently.

I look at myself, awash in the soft glow. My despair cloaks my body -- I cannot see who I really am through this mask of pain and torment.

Swallowing hard, I lift what I think is my hand and reach out to the light. My fingertip contacts the hand ever so briefly.

A sensation so sweet as to entirely overwhelm my soul crashes through my body. I want more. More light. More of this strange peace that pushes back the cloak of darkness that entangles my being. I grasp the hand and step closer. The light doesn't move. It simply waits; its soft love shines through the thick blackness of my hands and peels away the layers of deceit and terror. Beneath lies the whitest skin I've ever seen. So blindingly white that, for a moment, it matches the light in perfect unity.

My terror is overcome by curiosity and desire. I step closer and grasp the other hand. My eyes locked on the eyes of the light, I am swept into an embrace so innocent as to be childish. None of the covetous desires or hopes thread through my brains as I allow the light to soak through my every bone. None of the horrors and terrors that the darkness once played upon me touch my face. This is truly amazing.

For what seems like an eternity, I wait as the light encompasses my ache and pain. Each scar and teardrop are scalded with purity and sentenced back to the chasm of their birth. Each lost dream that the darkness had gluttonously eaten was spit back and made new.

I never did back away from the light. It holds me tight as the darkness outside our embrace stretches towards me, attempting to regain what it lost. It longs for its mistress and mother, yet it has been abandoned. It shall never again grasp what it once held so dearly, for I have found another lover.


The light brought me life, something my darkness could never do.

The light is Jesus.

The darkness -- deep depression of my soul, self made and birthed through the agony of fear and self-hate.


This is an allegory concerning depression and self-injury. If you currently deal with either of these, remember -- there is someone and Someone out there who loves you. Jesus loves you and others love you too. By embracing His light and love, those chains can be broken and the wings once tightly bound will be free to fly again :) Also, if you are dealing with self-injury, I'll be praying that you'll find someone (or someone will find you) and you can confide in them...self-injury is harmful to your body and your soul. It's not a little problem -- it's a big issue that needs to be taken care of. 

Signed with scarlet,


September 19, 2011

"Beware the Rat!!!" by Squeaks

Aharr matey!! It's international talk-like-a-pirate day!! And arrrrr, I feel a poem brewing. Actually, it brewed itself already. It has little to do with rats...unless, of course, you're a pirate who has one for a pet, or you like to eat them...or stare at them. REAAD on for more deeetaaaillllssssss ARrrrrR!!!!!

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Beware the Rat
by Squeaks
19 September, 2011

When the cat is out,
The mice will play!
Beware the rat
On Boggles day!

It slithers out of its hiding place
And wraps you in a warm embrace.
Beware the rat!

It licks you with it's tongue, so soft,
While Arf, your dog, steals your squash.
Beware the rat!

But when it tries to kiss your nose,
Stand Back!
Or else you'll lose your toes!
Beware the rat!

It's bite is painful, I attest.
It does not lead to happiness,
Nor does it lead to pain and strife,
But rather to a normal life.


Signed with a hook,


September 18, 2011

"Stark Black" by Squeaks

I wanted to share a little something with you folks. This is a poem I wrote. I started it yesterday and finished it today. Perhaps you can figure out what I'm talking about. Anyways, I dedicated this to my dad on his birthday :) which is today :P 

Last year I wrote a short story, "The Agony" (don't have the link at the moment, but it's in the archives) and got amazing response on that. I agree that it was moving and personal...this poem is not so much. It's more...peaceful. It doesn't have an allegory, just a bit of a riddle (which is -- you must determine for yourself what is being spoken of), however that's pretty basic stuff. I wanted to dedicate some time to writing a piece of actual meaning and importance. Something that would grip the soul, but I didn't have a chance to today or yesterday -- only time for a wee poem. Now before I blather any more I'll let you actually read the poem :D 



Stark Black
by Squeaks
17 September, 2011

Dripping nonchalantly into china,
Slowly meandering down creamy hills
To swirl within a void of darkness
Splashed aside by light.
The hills are melting
Slenderly they slope downwards,
Encompassing the vast gulch
Embracing it with arms as wide as an ocean.

A soothing aroma curls to the heavens,
Gallantly pushing aside froth
Large waves of deep thought
Against the sides of Victorian charm
Tinkling now and then,
A proverbial stone rolls down
Cascading crystals everywhere.
Tiny specks of white dissolve under the surf
Radially spiraling downwards
Never to see the sun again.

Oh what I would give for a drip
Of Elysian gold,
Flamed through perfection
To stark black.

Avast your tired warbling, my songbird,
Return from sea to haven.
Delay your pilgrimmage one day
And escape with me
To a place of idyllic dreams
Where old abscond with young,
Exchanging whitened hospital walls
For a dreamy reverie of future bliss.


Signed with sage, 


September 10, 2011

The Most Epic Thing EVER!!!

I'm going to be talking about highly epic things in this post. If you cannot contain yourself, please step outside the room and hollar, then come back and read :P Here's the table of contents... cuz I'm going to be talking about a LOT of stuff :P (note, this post was originally posted on The Minstrel Warrior ; I put it up here for those of you who don't follow that blog :P because I wouldn't want you to miss out on the awesome!)

  1. My life
  2. School
  3. Hanging out with TORPEDO!!!! *WOOT* (also known as UnhingedMind) on the bus ;) 
  5. The rest of my life

Hold on!!

Okie dokie. So, my life has been exceedingly great as of late (hey, that rhymed!!). I'm in 3rd year university, although 2nd year of my program and I'm LOVING all of my professors A LOT! Let me explain. 

Bio 210 --> Vascular Plants. Perhaps not the most intriguing of topics, however the professor is amazing and makes it so worthwhile. She sits on a table and swings her legs back and forth like a pendulum and acts...rather odd but it's funny :P 

Bio 228 --> Microbiology. I'M SO LOOKING FORWARD TO THE LAB FOR THIS CLASS! *ahem* Yes, that being said... the professor is awesome. She came into class wearing this cute floral summer dress and these SUPER Hot pink high-heels. was actually funny :P surprisingly it looked pumps on me would be highly laughable. BAHAHA! (see, I laughed)

Bio 202 --> Biological Statistics. This is my one class I wasn't really looking forward to, since it's all math *did I hear something?* um yeah, but the professor makes up for the stickly-ness of the material. He reminds me of someone out of the Simpsons. I don't know why...but he does :P His voice is super high and's SO FUNNY!

Bio 200 --> Cell and Molecular Biology. Ok. This is by far my absolute FAVOURITE class! The proff is probably in his 70s and he just made the class so funny...I can't explain it. Words cease to describe the laughter that rolled through this class (slightly dulled by the fact that Dude#1, who tried to nab my cell number last year sat with me through 2 class :( ickkkkky, but w/e it's all good now). 

Chem 213 --> Organic Chemistry for Biology Majors. YESSSSsss Chemistry! I love the labs :P although I haven't started them...but I know I'll love 'em. The professor was said to be one of the most "unliked" proffs for Chem, but I actually like him. Minus the fact that he swears here and there for emphasis of whatever point he's making. However, our classes are otherwise good and humour-filled. Like on Friday...he taught us about dragons, unicorns, and rhinoceros. Torpedo, SOTK, and CPREzra know what I mean...if you'd like to know, just ask :P 

PoliSci 101 --> Political Science and the Government of Canada. Ok, of all the electives I could choose I chose this one...and I don't exactly like it :( I have my reasons, but I want to avoid negativity, so that's all I shall say for now. 

Alright. So now I've discussed my classes, let me move on to something slightly more relevant. Bus rides. Yes. I take a 1hr bus ride from VTown to KTown. Last semester it was very enjoyable :P Torpedo and I would sit together and talk about either Jesus and the Bible or just randomly fun topics. However, this semester it has been...shall I say, rather difficult to obtain a seat :P 

Now I can't complain too much, since I know there are people out there in much tighter circumstances (yes yes, pun intended). However, I must admit that being squished is not fun. Now, knowing me and my odd way of thinking or whatever, I'd rather stand next to someone I know than sit next to someone I don't recently I've been standing on the bus with Torpedo, usually squished between several other folks all at the same time. The bus is literally full. And somehow, each time, the driver manages to shove more people in :S it's a very tight ride. Thank God for air conditioning! 

On the upside :D talking on the bus is fun. I'd do reading, but standing and trying to hold on so you don't fly into someone else or stomp on their sandaled footsies is quite the art. I'm slowly mastering it. At the moment, it doesn't include multitasking via reading 20lb text books or writing in a notebook. I'll get there in time ;) 

Another thing! My mornings are suddenly much brighter. Yes, I get up at 5:30am now because we have to leave at around 6:10 so I can make the 7o'clock bus. *sigh* it's early, but hey, if you go to bed early then you can wake up early too (it's something I just discovered). So while I am rather exhausted I enjoy my early mornings :) 

Ok... NOW FOR THE AWESOMENESS!! I will relate the events of today to you, leaving out the boring parts :P 


I woke up this morning at 7:30am. It was amazing to sleep in! Felt great. So, I got out of bed and had to straighten my hair...because it was a HUGE ball of fuzz (ok, not quite lol). I didn't want to look like some deranged poodle that walked out of a rock concert after lightning struck. So I did that and then came up stairs and ogled my large pile of textbooks for about 5min. I must have blacked out for the next hour or so because I don't remember what I did... then dad came and nabbed me.

We drove into town and unloaded the potatoes he picked up while visiting his parents, then we unloaded a new medical examining chair-thing from the back of the truck (he got it for a really cheap price from an auction). It was very heavy, but we used one of those awesome rolly-thingies... umm, that is, the thing that is made out of four pieces of wood and has wheels. Yeah. We used that and rolled the chair into his office. It was very cool. 

After that we went to the car wash and washed the car and vacuumed it out so it was nice and squeaky. Then mom and SOTK drove in (they came to town later) and dad washed mom's truck. I sat in dad's car/truck/suv thing and read my epic lime-green handbook to chemistry labs :D it has a cool dude on the front page :D Cuz chemistry is cool like that. 

So after that we went back to my dad's office and loaded his truck up with paint-balling gear, since his colleagues were heading out to our farm to shoot each other (kinda amusing when you think doctors try to heal people...*thinks*). SOTK was kinda grumpy, so we tried to reason with him and then decided to leave him in dad's office while we picked up Torpedo and went to meet Eldra & Co. About 1/4 of the way to Torpedo's house mom's cell rings. I answer. SOTK is on the other end absolutely FREAKING out lol. Apparently there's a motion detector system in dad's office and SOTK set it off. Without the password to the alarm system, he couldn't turn it the police would be notified :S 

I frantically told mom to turn back. We raced downtown and I jumped out of the car and ran into the office (took us 2 min to get there lol) and turned off the system, then called one of dad's secretaries and had her call the alarm company to make sure the police weren't being dispatched XD. All was good. Then, with some very tedious bantering, we (mom and I) managed to get SOTK out of dad's office and into mom's truck. 

Then we drove to pick up Torpedo. I actually met his dad for the first time :P he's a nice guy. 

That being done, we drove to the art festival where we were to meet Eldra & Co. It was a nice hot day. Some 30+ degrees C. 

We paid our admission and then found our way into the gym, where Leauphaun was displaying her art work. WOOT! It was so awesome finally meeting these really REALLY REALLY Cool people :D I got to meet their parents too :D They're all absolutely amazing and very funny :P 

We chatted inside the building, looking over Leauphaun's drawings (she's like...really good, in case you didn't know; I'd put up her link, but I don't have her blog addresses on me at the moment, since my computer *boohoo* is sick and at the doctors). After talking inside a bit, we moved outside, since we didn't want to obscure people's view from checkin' out her work. It was rather hot outside, but that's ok :P We found an awesome white wall to hang out by...I still think it would have been fun to try that ninja trick where you run up the wall... somehow one always ends up coming down and never making it to the very top of the roof though. AHA! I know, we just gotta get some spider-man genetics going here :P 

So we talked outside a bit. Goose did his hilarious honking and (pardon me, I don't remember then name of that LOTR war horn thing that the orcs used :( I know it starts with a v though). Plus he demonstrated some parts out of his ninja video. Again, please forgive the fact that I'm not providing links :( I don't have my computer and while I could manually search up the sites on here, I'm feeling rather...sluggish :P so I shan't. 

After talking with them for a good while (not nearly long enough though!!) we went back inside and then parted for a bit so SOTK, Torpedo, mom, and I could look around the rest of the exhibit. It was very interesting! There's one particular artist whose work I LOVED! She did all these medieval paintings that were just...awesome. One was of Joan of Ark. The lady watching the table gave me a little mini print of the full-size painting...I'm so happy! It's very pretty. Once my computer is back up, I might take a picture of it and post it on here :D 

So we looked around a fair bit and then returned to the gym and said goodbye to Eldra, Leauphaun, and Goose. Hugs for all! Woot! :P 

They currently stand as the very first blogging-buddies of mine that I've actually met :D and I never realize they live so close to me!! It's crazy :P We'll definitely have to meet up some more later on :D 

After saying farewells, we headed back to the truck and did a huuuuge loop around the whole complex....because we wanted to go to the grocery store and get water (I was dying of thirst). After getting water, we headed back to VTown. On the way... get this. On the way back, we saw a fire. And over the fire was a helicopter with a bucket of water from the lake!!! IT WAS SO COOL! *pardon my excitement, but it was very awesome; I do feel bad about the fire though*

We dropped Torpedo off at his place and then picked up some grub from Safeway and voila. Now I'm at my computer writing down all these events as one of the cats rifles through the desk-side garbage bin looking for... I don't know what he's looking for. Something to sink his teeth into aside from my arm XD 

So yes. Today was a VERY awesome day. I had so much fun :P and laughed like...a lot. I tend to do that. SOTK told me, on the way back home, he's like, "You laugh so much you know... and you smile too much. You should be more serious." I cracked a grin (I don't know why I found it funny) and said, "Well, I can't help it." And then a conversation ensued, whereupon we spoke of laughing, smiling, and being silly. It was amusing. 

That was about all for today. I'm sure more interesting things will happen before the night is over :P 

Tomorrow our church is having a picnic; I'm not entirely certain if we'll be going, since it's later in the depends. Yep, so that's about all on my brain right now. I think I'll hit "publish post" in a few minutes so I can let you actually read what I've been rambling on about :P 

Happy rabbit hunting!!

Signed with an octopus and rhinoceros, 


August 31, 2011


I have been M.I.A for quite some time...and I'm going to be returning to that status for quite a while. Pardon my rather LONG absence from blogging. I've been up to so much lately (and so little; depends how you look at it) that I just haven't felt the desire to pick up my keyboard and write. In fact, I haven't even touched nary pen nor pencil since...July, I think.

What HAS been taking up all my time? Let me explain...

  • Spent 4.5hrs today chasing our bull, Obadiah, across our property as we tried to get him into the hayfield :| Here's how it went...
    • Get called by neighbour: "Your bull is in our hayfield, please come and get him."
    • Get in car with mom, grab grain, drive 3km (ish) to neighbour's hayfield to find Obi.
    • Find Obi & coax him over our main cattleguard with grain. 
    • Manage to get him over our first bridge with grain, but he REFUSED to go up the hill :|
    • Drove home.
    • I saddled up Cearazo and rode 3/4 a km back to Obi and tried to herd him up the hill. He wouldn't go; went and hid in the bushes. 
    • Went back home.
    • Got mom; mom saddled up John and rode down with me. 
    • Herded Obi through brush & over creek; herded him all the way up to hayshed -- he started getting testy (butting trees and snorting) so we...
    • Went home, unsaddled horses, & got water. 
    • Went back to try and fetch him with grain; couldn't find him.
    • Went home.
    • Found SOTK; got in farm truck, loaded on a bale of hay (which we ended up not using).
    • Drove down to original place he rebelled -- bottom of creek (oh yeah, Shinzou (our Akita) was on the truck with us :D)
    • Mom took SOTK and bucket of grain and went into forest to search for Obi. 
    • I drove the truck back up to hayshed.
    • Shinzou and I got off the truck & went into the forest, searching for mom, SOTK, and Obi. 
    • Found them all across the creek; so I crossed the creek and helped herd Obi through the dense forested area. 
    • Obi tried to escape several times; we managed to get him travelling along the fence that borders our hayfield. 
    • Kept walking Obi.
    • Got into sight of the gate that opens into the hayfield. 
    • Mom and SOTK pushed Obi along the fence while I crawled through the fence and sprinted up to the gate to open it. 
    • *sigh of relief*
  • We just finished getting our second crop of hay off the hayfield :) We probably won't get anymore off, rather we'll grow the grass out for the animals to eat once the frost hits. Our hayshed is the fullest we've ever seen it. We can't even fit the main machinery into it (usually we're able to). 
  • We've had boatloads of uncles & aunts (ok, only two lol) come and visit. My grandma & grandpa are coming this weekend :) 
  • SOTK and I have been fishing in the big creek; the trout are really awesome...stinky but awesome. 
  • I got a new Chuck Black book & have been learning the piano music from it *big grin*
  • I've also been studying up the university books I currently have; school starts up September 7th! I can hardly wait!!! (don't look at me like that -- I honestly LOVE school...although I might state otherwise later into the semester XD)
  • OOooo the list goes on :P lots of different things...lots of interesting, fun things. But for now....
That's all :D I would write more, but I shan't. Already my ideas are beginning to dwindle :( perhaps a few weeks in school will jump start my creativity once more. At the current moment, I shall take my leave!

God bless ya'll! Have a great last-few-days-of-summer :) 

Signed with arrows & bear fur, 


August 8, 2011

Anything that's Fuzzy or Furry, Please Stand Up

The title explains it all. However, on the other hand, I need to do some explaining, since the title really doesn't explain everything all that perfectly.

If you follow the Minstrel Warrior then you've been subjected, recently, to a bout of terribly random blogging. That was yesterday when said post made its way online and exploded upon the dashboards of many unwary writers/readers. It's all good though! Everything turned out great!

Now *ahem* for the post of today. I figured I'd give you HD followers a little something...out of the ordinary. A something special. A something...something. Thus the title Anything that's Fuzzy or Furry, Please Stand Up came instantaneously to mind. It's entirely random and has no meaning at all. Well, it didn't until now. I shall proceed to give it meaning.

First and foremost, we need a list! *summons up list* -->

The Fuzzy/Furry List

  • Anything that purrs, meows, woofs, neighs, moos, or makes any other un-human sound that resembles something you'd hear in the kitchen -- it's probably fuzzy.
  • Anything that snorts is probably not fuzzy.
  • Anything that is huggable is probably fuzzy and dangerous (e.g. bears, cougars, lions)
  • Anything that is furry is probably fuzzy.
  • Anything that is fuzzy may or may not be furry.
  • Anything that is furry might be furious. 
  • Anything that is fuzzy may not be real.
  • Anything that is fluffy is neither fuzzy nor furry. 
  • Anything that has a really long neck may be furry but probably not fuzzy. 
  • Anything that does not speak English is either furry or fuzzy or fluffy.
  • Anything that is not huggable might be furry. 
  • Anything that has sharp pointy teeth could be fluffy. 
  • Anything that breaths may be furry, fluffy, or fuzzy. 
  • Anything could be anything. 

That's the end of the anything list. 

So what are fuzzy/furry things? Let me show you by means of a complete and wonderous set of Google images (*hint hint* none of these images are mine).

Let's start with fluffy -- the ancestor of the furry and fuzzy. 

This is what happens when you're too fluffy. You get over fluffified and become rather wrapped up in your own looks. Beware!

Another example of what over-fluffification can do to your poor soul :( 

Fluffy the penguin. This is the prime example of what all over-fluffifiers want to achieve. The ultimate look of cuteness and fluffiness. Enter -- the arctic fluff suit.

Fluffy the furiously fluffy emperor. Beware the fluffy; it can turn your insides to mush and detonate inside your heart to make you the evil world nemesis who wants to destroy Fluffy here. 

Now we know about the fluffy we can move on to the furry...

Some furry things are really quite harmless. Like this furry facebook flop. Err, pillow. They're really not all that bad, until they try to smother you while you sleep :S

At the other end of the furry spectrum, we have the freakily fantastic furry things. Like this monster here. Just look at the size of that fur! I don't want to know what he's thinking about my cookie jar right can't be anything good.

Now that we've seen the horrible furry things. Let's continue to the fuzzy. 

Fuzzies are slightly more innocent than fluffies or furries. Just look at these numiferous fuzzy peaches! They couldn't do anyone harm (very nummy too!)

Of course...everything has its odd points. Just like this fuzzy >.<

Despite the fact that fuzzies may be nummy or strange, they can also be useful. Welcome to stage the once-puppy-now-fuzzy-slipper thing :) What a genius invention!

There you have it, my fluffified readers! The whole take down on anything that's fuzzy or furry, with an introduction by the ancestral fluffy. I hope you have enjoyed!

(further reading material of more reasonableness to come in the following days/weeks/months/years; stay tuned!)

Signed with a fountain pen that has a plume of fuzzy/furiness on the top, 


August 3, 2011

"Rumors of God" by Darren Whitehead & Jon Tyson

Rumors of God by Darren Whitehead & Jon Tyson

  • Religion, Christian Life, Spiritual Growth
  • Published by Thomas Nelson
  • Copyright 2011
  • 187 pages


Life is busy. We live like slaves to our fast-paced, suffocating schedules. We spend our energy and time in triviality, relegating God to the background. He seems distant to us, and we resist the idea that God wants to give, say, and show us more; we dismiss it as rumor. But Jesus calls us to a better way. Another dream -- an unimagined future. Close the gap between what you hear about and what you see. 

My Thoughts: 

Rumors of God is a book meant to stir the hearts of Christians and encourage them in their faith. While the text may be choppy and poorly spliced in some areas, the message is true and edifying. Alan Hirsch stated that Rumors of God is an antidote "For those who are jaded by the church, or have become cynical about the power of the Gospel in our time..." I agree. This book is for anyone who seeks refreshment and encouragement when it comes to experiencing the power of God.

As I read the first few chapters of this book, I felt myself begin to groan in disappointment. There were grammatical errors and the fluidity of the text was poor. However, as I continued to read on, the message that the authors were trying to get across began to grow and become more clear. By the halfway point, I found myself actually enjoying the material. 

I found the most moving part of this book to be chapter 8, Loving Beneath the Surface. I truly believe the authors captured the essence of Christian community and the power of love within the pages, urging the reader to have faith -- that the following rumours are true: we are handiwork, there is a God who loves us, and there is grace for even the worst sinner.

My Rating: 3/5

Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from the publisher through the BookSneeze®.com book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255 

August 2, 2011

On Being Concise

As of recent, I've picked up The Adventures of Ramsy Motch book 1 and have started editing. As I look through the 8x11 in. paper pages that hold the words I penned into existence, happily bound by silver rings in a transparent green binder, I wonder about the author. Oh wait, that's me right? The roughly sketched cover art with the title of my work makes me grin, that is, I grin until I flip open the first page.

What ever became of good writing, proper grammar, and fluidity of language? It appears that, once I take it upon myself to write any literary piece at all, my skill level is gravely diminished until it seems I'm but a ghost of the person I once was. All this talk I've been conducting online has taken a toll on my previously enjoyable, smooth writing abilities. I cringe every time I see parentheses and multiple interjections within one sentence. I wish I could turn my eyes every time I catch the sight of an emoticon or abbreviated term.

You're kidding, right?

Is this really me, writing all this rubbish? I sadly assure you that it is. You see, what prompted me to face the facts came in the form of white paper with blue lines. Notebook paper. Every year, I take it upon myself to write snail mail. This year I've written four letters total; it's rather pitiful, that I spend so little time on meaningful communication.

One of my letters was casually written to a girl in my church; I wished her well on her job and made simple small talk. The point of the matter was to encourage her and hopefully brighten her day. I know snail mail definitely brightens my day.

A second letter was written to an old friend of mine; I actually composed the letter 6 months before and had just recently found it, tucked away between loose sheaves of paper adorned with poetry. Refusing to let my work go to waste, I sent her the letter, along with some added information about my life and such.

The last two letters were sent to a relatively new friend of mine. This girl was in the foster care system and had very few real friends who cared about her well-being. I felt compassion for her situation and decided to befriend her; now we converse fairly regularly. My friendship with her is perhaps one of the better things I've invested my time in this year; while she isn't a Christian, I truly believe God is doing a new work in her life.

I spent the last few paragraphs talking about seemingly irrelevant information. Letter writing? What does that have to do with the previous topic of woe-is-me-I-suck-at-writing? Snail mailing is an art in itself. Not only do you attempt to harness the pen to produce calligraphic beauty on sheets of white, but you also attempt to squeeze as much meaning into as few sentences as possible.

Vigorous writing is concise. A sentence should contain no unnecessary words, a paragraph no unnecessary sentences, for the same reason that a drawing should have no unnecessary lines and a machine no unnecessary parts. --William Strunk, Jr.

Anyone who has hand-written a letter will tell you that it takes far longer than typing an email, given that you're a slow writer and fast typist. While writing emails, I generally include a lot of junk that doesn't need to be included. There are those nasty extra words that take up space and do nothing for the reader except to make you sound like an uncertain, bumbling buffoon. Snail mail, on the other hand, demands that you exclude those redundant expressions and cut to the chase.

Now what does this have to do with my personal writing, my novels?

Since I have recently picked up the pen and paper again, not only to journal daily but also to write to friends and family, I am reminded of how enjoyable it is to read witty writing that has good grammar and follows the rules of literature. Writing that is rarely sarcastic and does not draw upon poorly placed puns (sorry, alliteration not intended) to make the piece catchy; writing that does not skim the surface of the pond but dives deep into the heart of the matter. That's the type of writing I want to produce.

As I look through The Adventures of Ramsy Motch, both books 1 and 2, I find myself regretting the fact that I didn't take more time to think out the words I wanted to say. I have a plot now, at least for book 1, but there is little meaning within that plot. All I see now are characters on strings, like puppets, dancing away to whatever tune I play with the ink. I want those characters to grow and come alive. I want them to develop over the storyline and come out differently, or at least more abstract, than when I first wrote them into existence.

It doesn't just stop with the characters, though; the prose of the piece itself is lacking. However, I feel that with some tightening and tweaking, it will come out better than what it is now.

That is my lament as a self-editing writer. Now I don't just want to drop the topic here and go on as if nothing happened. I want to do something to fix the predicament I find myself in -- let me explain a bit here.

Yesterday I watched The Polar Bear King with SOTK; there is one scene where the evil witch is warned by her master that "too much evil destroys evil". Perhaps in this case, for us writers, we can say that "too much humour destroys humour" or even "too much wit destroys wit".

In my attempt to be witty and humorous, I fear I over-dosed on puns, slang, and interjections. The end result? Smelly writing that wouldn't be fit for publication, period. Therefore, I've concluded that I will use only the minimal amount of emoticons, slang, and interjections (like so) in my writing for the next week or so. We'll see how long I can keep it up. I dare all of you brave soldiers who wield the pen to join me in this endeavour. If you already write without slang, emoticons, or interjections then I applaud your style! If not, then perhaps you would consider joining me in this test to see whether cutting the junk will help us write more clearly and concisely.

I liked the challenge of writing in a very concise structure in which both meaning and form are important. --Jeffery Deaver

God bless!

Signed with a quilled pen,


July 30, 2011

Legend of the Shwiyaer: Prologue

Here is an excerpt from the prologue of my novel Legend of the Shwiyaer. I was working on this today and managed to write 793 words (pitiful, but it's a start!) so I thought I'd share some. The entire prologue is 2251's a portion of that.

Allewyn looked out over the burning village of Vwelyaen. It will never be the same, she reminded herself. Just hours before, it had been a peaceful land inhabited by loving country folk. Now look where you've got us, Catya, she thought bitterly. The smoke from the fire choked her lungs and the screams of the dying people rent her heart, forcing tears to her eyes. It wasn't supposed to be this way. She shouldn't be feeling sorrow or compassion. Blinking back the tears, she turned her midnight black war horse towards the rest of the Drizhal. Her delicate face pinched tightly with stress; her hands quavered against the reigns, strained from the use of magic. As she approached, her companions gazed upon her fair face and features. Allewyn was, undeniably, an excellent addition to the Drizhal. Her light blonde hair and green eyes accentuated her petite features and made her appear trustworthy, although her companions knew this was far from the truth.  
However, in her heart, Allewyn dealt with a far deeper danger than shifty companions. Her heart was changing; she felt it shifting within her very being. The things she thought she believed firmly in were wavering before her very eyes and she was scared.  
The clomp of her steed's steel-clad hooves resounded atop the small hill, bringing her back to the present situation.  
"Shall we go down?" she asked the Drizhal. Her voice rang out loudly, drawing her men to attention. 
Dael, her right hand man during these last few weeks, as well as the tallest on the crew, nodded his head, "Of course." 
Allewyn exhaled and led her contigent towards Vwelyaen. The rumbling sound of their steeds hoofbeats on the hills soothed the Drizhal captain's taunt nerves. She pressed her heels into her mount's side, urging it faster. The wind captured the free strands of hair that poked out from under her helmet, tossing them back and forth along her shoulders. 
The gates of Vwelyaen loomed ahead. Once, not too long ago, they had stood tall and proud, defending the civilians within their walls; now they were war torn. A battered and broken heap of smoldering rubble. No longer would this village be considered beautiful for the magic of the Drizhal had scortched it beyond recognition. The magic of Catya, thought Allewyn as she brought up her shield around herself and her mount, signaling to Dael and the others that they should follow her lead. Flickering energy hissed in her ears as she stared out from the secure inside of her shield; the outer world was tainted green, the same mysteriously vibrant green that coloured her eyes.  
The company entered the gates in pairs of two. Dael let his horse have its head as it fell into step beside Allewyn's steed.  
"She did an excellent job." he stated. His head swivled back and forth as he took in the destruction. Allewyn nodded; she strengthened her resolve as she stared out into the wreckage. Her horse carefully picked its way over the broken cobblestone and crushed remnants of wagons. They passed the bakery, its sign, which would have once pushed proudly out onto the street, now hung on a broken beam like some decrepit beast. It squeaked in the wind as it arthritically wagged back and forth. 
The company was silent as Allewyn lead the way. She clenched and unclenched her gauntleted hands, the spikes on her knuckles chink-ed with each motion. Ahead was the city square, the place where their mission would begin. Allewyn bit her lip and guided her horse around a burning street vendor's cart. The square looked nothing like it once had; she remembered coming here with Catya before it was destroyed. The place had been brimming with activity; little children were running here and there, crossing the streets with little care for safety. Each horseman and vendor looked out for one another, each making way when possible and all putting self last. Putting self last, Allewyn thought to herself. I wonder what the world would be like without so much hate and self concern. 
Reigning her horse to a halt, she dismounted and signaled for her men to do the same. Her mount snorted and pawed the ground, anxious to get away from the smoke and silence. Dael wrapped his reins with Allewyn's and tethered their horses to a piece of wood protruding from a collapsed house. He then turned and rejoined Allewyn at the center of the square; the glow of her shield flickered around her body making her appear pale.  
Once the men had found a place to leave their horses, Dael acquired their attention and Allewyn addressed them in a loud voice,  
"Drizhal, you are the finest men in the land. I have hand picked you for this task, for I know you alone have the senses sharp enough to detect what must be found." Allewyn clenched her hand, "We look for the Mark. As you know, it is medallion worn by the Shwiyaer. Embedded in their palms, to be more precise. According to Catya, this village was a location of their illegal gatherings. Now that every man, woman, child, and beast has been destroyed, we shall search the bodies for the Mark. Should one of you find it, send for me and our mission will be complete and we may return home." 
Allewyn paused and then continued, "If the Mark is on the body of the deceased, we shall remove the part that we require. If, by some chance, the Mark is on the body of the living, you shall not sever the hand from the arm. Instead, we will take the entire body with us. Have I made myself clear?"  
The men nodded their agreement; their energy shields crackled as their excitement pulsed through their bodies.  
Allewyn allowed herself to smile, "Then be at it. You are dismissed."  
With that, the contingent of men broke off into pairs and began the tedious search for the Mark. Allewyn sighed and, taking off her helmet, rubbed her forhead with a finger and thumb. Dael furrowed his brow as he looked at her,  
"Are you alright?" he asked. The blue energy from his shield gently collided with hers as he stepped closer.  
"I'll be fine." she said as she returned her helmet to her head and gave him a reassuring grin, "I'm just not used to wearing all this armor. Catya trussed us up like turkey's before feasting day. If I didn't know any better I'd think she was nervous about our well being."  
"Perhaps she is."  
"I hope not. It wouldn't be like her at all." 
Dael stepped away from Allewyn and motioned to the town, "Such things we can debate about another day. Let us leave the philosophical for the halls of Zyehyr and complete our mission while there is still sunlight."  
Allewyn pursed her lips and nodded, then fell into step beside Dael as they crossed the square to the northern side.

That's all for now! This section has been edited once :) (yay for editing! lol)

Signed with spice and everything nice,


Another Questionnaire (for me? really?)

I picked up another random questionnaire while browsing various blogs...this one (which doesn't have a title) I came across over at The Poetry of Lost Things (which is a rather enchanting blog, by the way). Anywho, some of the questions were really...odd...and I had to change one of them since I didn't think it appropriate (even though I didn't have to answer it). Anywho, that being said, I'm going to dive in! These questions are answered for my novel Legend of the Shwiyaer. You can read an excerpt of the first chapter by clicking the link back there <--.

1. What’s your word count? 6,852. We’re talking Legend of the Shwiyaer here so it’s not really that far along…not far at all.

2. How long until you finish? A loooong time. I can’t even see the end of the road yet :P

3. If you have finished, how long did it take you? Haven't finished ;)

4. Do you have an outline? Nope. I don’t write with outlines…or at least, very rarely.

5. Do you have a plot? Yes, every novel should have a plot :P that’s the skeleton of the novel!

6. How many words do you typically write a day? It depends. I used to write anywhere between 2K and 7K a day, but as of late I’ve been writing nothing :P

7. What was your greatest word count in one day? Hmm, somewhere around 10,500.

8. What was your least impressive word count in one day? I don’t know for certain, but probably below 50.

9. What inspired you to write? I’ve always been a dreamer and a hopeless romantic…and I’ve always had the desire to capture the images I see in my mind and the daydreams that I have. Someday I’ll get it right :P Authors that inspired me when I was well…young…include C.S. Lewis and JRR Tolkien :)

10. Does your novel/story have a theme song? Not yet. I’m not that far along lol.

11. Assign each of your major characters a theme song. They will :P but just not yet!

12. Which character is most like you? Even though I’m just beginning this novel, I’d have to say that Allewyn (name might be changed) is most like me.

13. Which character would you most likely be friends with? Not certain at the moment…maybe Dael.

14. Do you have a Gary-Stu or Mary Sue character? I have no clue who those people are lol.

15. Who is your favorite character in your novel? Not certain yet…maybe Viola. I don’t know my characters well enough yet.

16. Have your characters ever done something completely unexpected? Not yet, but I know they will…from experience ;)

17. Have you based any of your novel directly on personal experiences? Yes, but we’ll get more into that later :D

18. Do you believe in plot bunnies? I haven’t exactly heard the term before…but I suppose I do :P

19. Is there magic in your novel/story? Yes. The two religious factions are the Drizhal and the Shwiyaer. Black magic of the Drizhal is referred to as Krahl; white magic of the Shwiyaer is referred to as Aaeya.

20. Are any holidays celebrated in your novel/story? Not yet, but maybe.

21. Does anyone die? Yes.

22. How many cups of coffee/tea have you consumed during your writing experience? None yet :P that’s cuz I’m just kinda starting the story.

23. What is the latest you have stayed up writing? Probably 10 or 11 at the latest. It’s been a while though.

24. What is the best line? Well, I can’t say which line is best, especially since I’m just beginning this journey, however I might say that I do enjoy this particular one: Snow softly danced downwards through the tall, well spaced trees of the Taalbane Forest. They alighted up on the droopy boughs and slowly melted their way down the silver icicles that clung to the limbs with ferocity. The ground was moistly covered with a thick white sheet of fluffy snow; small tracks, perhaps rabbit, traced their way in meandering circles around the trucks of the tall giants. A low moaning wind whirled through the branches, lifting the snow up in a frigid embrace and setting it down only to bring it back into its arms for another twirl.

25. What is the worst line? Well, since it’s all unedited, I’d have to say there are many bad lines…one of them could be: “You make me ill inside,” whimpered Trilla.

26. Have you dreamed about your novel/story or its characters? Nope.

27. Does your novel rely heavily on allegory? I wouldn’t exactly say “heavily” but I admit that there is some allegory within the lines.

28. Summarize your novel/story in under fifteen words. Oh gosh…ok, well, here goes: Allewyn is given a child to care for and as a result must choose between the Drizhal and Shwiyaer. (*grimace* that was 20)

29. Do you love all your characters? Almost…except for Catya, although I’m sure I’ll grow to love her (or at least pity her) as the novel progresses.

30. Have you done something sadistic or cruel to your characters specifically to increase your word count? Nope and I hope I never will.

31. What was the last thing your main character ate? She hasn’t eaten for a while :P I wouldn’t quite know lol.

32. Describe your main character in three words. Well, I don’t really know her that well, but I’d have to say: Charming. Dangerous. Haunted.

33. What would your antagonist dress up as for Halloween? Well, I don’t do Halloween…so I’ll skip this one.

34. Does anyone in your story go to a place of worship? The Shwiyaer are allegorical to Christians, so they gather together and worship the Creator. On the other hand, the Drizhal do not worship…well…at least on Allewyn’s level. I’m sure there’s some nasty stuff going on when you get higher up in the ranks, but I haven’t thought that out yet.

35. How many romantic relationships take place in your novel/story? I’m not sure…maybe 2.

36. Are there any explosions in your novel/story? Not yet.

37. Is there an apocalypse in your novel/story? Nope. Unless the plot throws me for a loop, I don’t intend for there to be one.

38. Does your novel take place in a post-apocalyptic world? Nope.

39. Are there zombies, vampires or werewolves in your novel/story? Nope.

40. Are there witches, wizards or mythological creatures/figures in your novel/story? Yes, there are wizards, phantoms, and probably some mythological creatures…but I haven’t gotten that far in yet (as I’ve repeated like…a billion times lol).

41. Does anyone die and come back to life? I haven’t a clue.

42. Is anyone physically ailed? Trilla is recovering from the effects of the Drizhal attack on her hometown (Vwelyaen).

43. Is anyone mentally ill? Maybe :P I have yet to find a place to stick a jokester figure in my plot. Gotta have one of those…maybe he/she’ll be mentally … ill? But I don’t really like to use that word.

44. Does anyone have swine flu? Definitely not.

45. Who has pets in your novel and what are they? Haven’t gotten there yet.

46. Are there angels, demons, or any religious references/figures in your novel/story? Yep, since it is Christian fiction! Although, I don’t think I’m going to have literal angels/demons in my book. Although that could change over time.

47. How about political figures? Well, the only political-type figure in my book is Catya at the moment (she’s one of the lead Drizhal peoples).

48. Is there incessant drinking? Nope, but my characters do enjoy spiced ale and such every now and then. Helps warm the inside…although I have warned them that too much is not good for their health.

49. Are there board games? If so, which ones? Nope.

50. Are there any dream sequences? Probably will be; I tend to enjoy adding dreams into my writing.

51. Is there humor? At the moment the scenery is so drab and dim that humor has been greatly suppressed, however once my jokester character enters the scene will be uplifted :D

52. Is there tragedy? Yes.

53. Does anyone have a temper tantrum? Allewyn gets mad, but no major tantrums as of yet.

54. How many characters end up single at the end of your novel/story? I don’t know yet :P

55. Is anyone in your novel/story adopted? Not that I know of.

56. Does anyone in your novel/story wear glasses? Haha, no; glasses weren’t invented.

57. Has your novel/story provided insight about your life? Perhaps not yet.

58. Your personality? Nope.

59. Has your novel/story inspired anyone? I hope it does, in the future…when it’s actually written :P

60. How many people have asked to read your novel/story? None yet, since few know of it :P

61. Have you drawn any of your characters? I would but I can’t draw anything worthy of looking at :P

62. Has anyone drawn your characters for you? No, but my heart would leap from here to the moon if someone did :P I would totally be ecstatic :D *ahem* (you can tell I really wish I had the gift of art lol…pity, I’ll stick to drawing with my words).

63. Does anyone vomit in your novel/story? *wide eyes* Errm yes.

64. Does anyone bleed in your novel/story? Yes.

65. Do any of your characters watch TV? Nope. Who’s ever heard of TV in a medieval/magic setting?? lol

66. What size shoe does your main character wear? I have no clue :P

67. Do any of the characters in your novel/story use a computer? Definitely not.

68. How would you react if your novel/story was erased entirely? Well, it wouldn’t bother me too much, seeing as I only have some 6K written. I’d be able to recreate it…although there is one scene I’d really hate to see gone.

69. Did you cry at killing off any of your characters? I haven’t had to kill any that I’ve grown close to yet, but I’m sure I will :P

70. Did you cheer when killing off one of your characters? Not yet…and hopefully not ever.

71. What advice would you give to a fellow writer? Write from the bottom of your heart and don’t be afraid to express yourself on paper. You can always go back and edit later, just let the words out while they’re there.

72. Describe your ending in three words. I don’t know.

73. Are there any love triangles, squares, hexagons, etc.? Hmm, not yet…but I’ve been thinking of it :P

74. On a scale of 1-10 (1 being the least stressful, 10 being the most) how does your stress rank? I don’t have stress to deal with at the moment, which is rather nice :P but that comes when you’re at like…the 40,000 mark…if not a bit earlier. Experience *shakes head*

75. Was it worth it? I don’t know.

And that's all for now!! I hope you enjoyed :D

Signed with peach pits (o.O), 

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