Hidden Doorways

Charis & Sabien -- A Scene

2012-02-04T18:00:00.000-08:00

Ah, my dear readers. I've been terribly absent from this blog. I fear I have bored you to death with my silence (or perhaps you have not noticed, if that's the case then all the better -- I have not managed to disrupt your reading).
I have absolutely no clue what this little writing excerpt means nor do I care. The only thing I know for certain is that, while the grammar is horrendous, it was fun to write.

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Charis paced up and down the carpet in the living room, turning now and then to gaze absentmindedly into the fire that crackled and spat at the hearth. She pushed her hair back with her fingers and exhaled rather loudly.

“My dear, you’ll wear a hole into the rug if you continue pacing like that.”

Charis rolled her eyes but stopped walking. She knelt down in front of the fireplace, allowing the heat to soak up from the floor into her chilled bones. The amber light splashed over her face, making her appear far more stern than she actually was; it did, however, set her blonde hair aglow as though it were freshly shined gold. She pushed her hair back again.

The sound of dress-shoes clicking on the tiles of the kitchen caused Charis to start. She looked up and saw Sabien entering the room.

“Sabien,” she exclaimed, “oh, so it was you wasn’t it?”

“Me, what?” He straightened his sharp looking suit jacket while he brushed cookie crumbs from his chin.

“You telling me not to wear a hole in the carpet.”

“Oh yes, that was me.” He sat down on one of the overstuffed couches, crossing his long legs which caused his pants to ride up over his ankles, displaying his very white socks. It looked rather ridiculous.

Charis ignored this and turned around, facing her back to the fire,

“Why have you come?”

“To discuss an important issue.” Sabien clasped his hands together and leaned back to stare up at the blank ceiling, “I know you are unhappy, Charis. Yet, this is no reason to treat Galen the way you have been.”

Charis rocked back and forth, nodding her head slightly, “Yes, I know. I’m confused Sabien. I don’t love him.”

“Are you certain?”

“Absolutely. And yet, he is so perfectly nice. Why, he is employed in King Fraedevolt’s army as part of the cavalry, and although he doesn’t go to the Midsummer dance (never has, if I recall correctly), he is still quite the romantic individual.”

“But…?” Sabien waited for her to continue.

“But I cannot bring myself to love him. Most of the time I feel so repulsed yet he has done nothing wrong. Oh Sabien, I cannot take this foolery anymore. I’m going to leave.”

Charis slumped back and lay down in front of the fire. Her head hurt massively and the flickering flames seemed to taunt her.

“Leave where? If you leave you’ll simply bring your problems to the next town. They’ll all find out about your mishap with Lance in one way or another.”

“I must go. I’ll cross the Gibraltic and then set sail to the south.” She stated emphatically.

“Must you? Charis,” Sabien leaned forward and propped his arms on his knees, “you cannot run away forever. It will simply do more harm than good.”

“What does it bother.” She muttered.

“Bother? Bother! Aha!” Sabien cried, “You think it will not matter now, because you feel desperate – trapped, like a wild cat in a cage; in time, this feeling will fade my darling, in time it will become but a faint memory.”

“I cannot wait till then, Sabien.”

“You must. You must persevere. Never mind the foolish boy. Live, Charis, live! You remember when I spoke those words to you in the forest?”

Electricity jolted through Charis’ body. Her eyes snapped up to Sabien’s.

“Ah, I see you do; then remember, my dearest, remember those words like you remember the day of your birth. What was it I said? Tell me.”

Sabien’s dark brown orbs seemed to probe the depths of Charis’ spirit. She shuddered and tore her gaze away to look into the fire. The flames writhed passionately, entangling amongst one another as they danced across the charred remains of the wood – elm wood that had been sacrificed so freely to lend warmth to her body. Her mind fled back into the recesses of her soul, recalling the events of that terrifying day.

“You told me to live. You shouted in my face and shook me by the shoulders. You stole away my last breath and gave me your own. Oh curse it all, Sabien! You’ve made me perfectly miserable. Instead of giving me life you should have left my soul pass on to the Other Realm. But no, I must endure the torture of this earthly hell hole.”

Charis slammed her palm against the floor and glared at her benefactor.

“I gave you life? Did I?”

“You know very well you did – why do you bother in taunting me.”

“My darling, I never gave you life, I simply caused you to desire your own. My love for you is what gave you the will to live. Without my happening upon you, the wounds that wretched beast delivered would have prevailed.”

“And now I live like this!” she cried angrily, pointing to the mauled half of her face.

“You’re beautiful, my darling.”

“Oh Sabien, Sabien, please don’t torture me. Don’t ever say that again.” She fell at his feet, weeping loudly. Her hair covered her face, hiding her tears.

Sabien kneeled beside her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a strong embrace.

“I won’t leave you again, I promise.” He whispered as he brushed her hair back. She buried her face into his chest, staining his shirt with teardrops. He felt the salty crystal rivers glide against his skin and he kissed her head.

“I’ll never leave you again, I promise.”

Charis ceased her sobbing after several minutes and pulled back, wiping her eyes.

“Why do you insist I find someone other than you? Why do you want me to join ranks with the nobles? If any man loves me, it is you – and I love you. Sabien, please, why must you torture me?”

She held his shoulders firmly and stared up at him. He shook his head and frowned, “It is for reasons that you would not understand. I cannot love you the way you wish to be loved. Saint Augustine has taught me that much.”

“Is it that you—“

“No.” He released himself from her grasp and stood, “No, it is for no reason that you can conjure up in that pretty brain of yours. My reasons are above your own.”

“But—“

“Hush. Let me get you some tea, your nerves are wrought.”

“Sabien, you’re doing nothing to help this situation. My nerves! Pooh!”

Charis jumped to her feet, embarrassed with her tirade yet determined to secure her benefactor, “You’ve not helped one bit! What is it with you men! You barge into my house, unannounced, and then make a fool of me as I weep my heart out at your feet. How dare you.”

“How dare I? Oh, next time I shan’t save you from the grip of a lion. Now come, let’s have tea.”

***

That shall be all for now :) Cheerio!

Signed with pudding,

Squeaks.

Bubbles

2012-01-11T21:01:00.000-08:00

Bubbles.

They're awesome floaty things that shimmer and shine with a translucent beauty unique to their own species (yes, bubbles are a species, are they not?).

I love bubbles.

I want to blow a bubble right now.

Do you like bubbles too?

Here are some Google Images of beautiful bubbles!!

Oh look at the sheen!!

Aaah the beautiful shine!! BUBBBLEEESSSS!!

Uh oh. I think I've looked at me bubbles too long. They're turning rabid on me *ahem* rabbit. I don't like rabbits one bit. Not ever since Jake instilled the great fear of the Thousand Year Meeting (or whatever that thingamabob-er is). Rabbits are now the mortal enemies of me and my army of squirrels (yes, I have an army of squirrels, did you not know?).

Well, that was fun!

Now, as Captain Hook would say, in a very condescending and authoritative voice, "Smee! I want my bubbly. Where is my bubbly???"

Goodnight folks!

Signed with cheesewax,

Squeaks

Skate Park -- Scene

2012-01-09T20:20:00.000-08:00

I don't have time to write a detailed discussion on this piece, but it does have a meaning to it :P Anyhow, have fun with it for now!!

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Scream by Thousand Foot Krutch on Grooveshark

Skate Park

“What an idiot.”

Travis slapped the board soundly with his right hand, a sloppy grin pasted on his face,

“--you should have seen me –“

“Skiff, he was a jerk!”

“And like, – “

“—would you shut-up, Travis?”

A fantastic frown clouded the previously animated face of a young blonde. She smoothed her ripped jeans again, for the thousandth time.

“It’s my story.”

“So? You almost got yourself hit by a car!! Besides, I was talking first.”

“Guys, guys! Really now.” Skiff, a solid guy – definitely over 6ft, blew through pursed lips and rolled his eyes at the sibling rivalry, “No need to tear ourselves to pieces over it.”

“Exactly.” Travis commenced rolling his eyes as well and jabbing his sister with an elbow. She yelped and glared at him, drawing all of her 5’ 4” frame up in a play of courage.

A long, manicured finger snaked out of a three-sized-too-big hoodie and poked Travis in the nose, “Mr…” she began – Travis sighed audibly, “Just because you’re so hot and everything doesn’t mean that you can go around interrupting a person OR showing off. If it weren’t for me, you’d probably be on your knees back there – the laughing stock of the entire town!”

Travis tried to contain himself, but a smile tugged harshly at his face.

“Jen, I think you should give the guy a break.” Skiff put his hand on her shoulder and raised an eyebrow. She quickly shrugged out of his grasp and walked away.

“Wait!” Travis let his skate-board hit the concrete, “Where ya goin’?”

“Like you care!” she tossed over her shoulder.

“Um, yes!”

Travis watched as she disappeared behind a nearby street corner, then he nodded to his buddy, who took out his keys and started up his old VW.

***

The crowed oo’ed and ah’ed as the board hit the concrete with a satisfying smack. Applause rippled around the skate-park.

Travis waited till Skiff’s car came to halt before he jumped out and…

Oooh!!

The audible gasp from the bystanders already affirmed what he wanted to know. Jen.

Stupid sister, he thought to himself as he vaulted over the guard-rail, only to stop in mid-step.

There she was, floating…no…flying through the air, doing insane tricks. The tricks she’d taught him – the tricks he’d just performed a few minutes ago while crossing the road…in front of traffic. Yeah, he brushed his dusty bangs out of his eyes, I’m an idiot.

They didn’t have names for their tricks – Jen liked to keep things secretive – but when she pulled off that flip, the one Travis had broken his ankle trying out last year, he felt the air automatically suck itself from his lungs.

“She’s good eh?”

Skiff’s voice broke through his thoughts and brought him back to the present. What? The crowd was already clearing. He looked up, Jen was walking towards them, ignoring the applause from pimply-faced boys and gawking amateurs.

“Yeah. She’s good.”

Jen came within five feet of the guys and slapped her board on the ground as she raised her chin a notch.

“See?” she said sharply, “If you’re going to learn anything, you’ll learn to do it in the park, not on the road like some attention sucker.”

Travis felt his pulse raise, “I’m sorry, k? I was an idiot.”

“And you could have been seriously hurt.”

Travis groaned, “And I could have been seriously hurt.”

“And I’m a genius?”

“You’re a genius.” He glanced over at Skiff, who covered his snicker with a cough, “K, you done?”

“I’m done.”

“Now perhaps you’ll explain why you did what you did? Showing off and all that.”

“Mr, I wasn’t showing off. I was showing you that you can get just as much appreciation as you want doing things safely as you would doing things stupidly.”

Once again, she’d proved him wrong. Sisters, he grumbled to himself as he followed the two most lovable, impossible people back to the car.

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Signed with peach fuzz,

Squeaks.

I Climb So High, But I Always Fall -- Scene

2012-01-08T18:52:00.000-08:00

Hey Folks,

So I've been debating with my writing over the past bit -- you see, all that comes to mind are rather depressing scenes; the characters in my mind are all either bawling their eyes out or ending up dead. Lovely eh? *rolls eyes* Now I don't want to suspend my thoughts on what is dark and dismal; however, I think that as writers, we need to write what we must when we must.

I cannot force myself to write what does not come naturally -- everything I've ever written has always come naturally, at least mostly. Whenever I attempt to write something that my mind revolts against, I simply cannot get the words down right. Thus, I end my short call-to-arms by simply saying, I'm writing what's been badgering me for days.

I offer a short explanation at the end of this dark piece.

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I Climb by Thousand Foot Krutch on Grooveshark

I Climb So High, But I Always Fall

Trickling down her cheek, a solitary tear crept onwards. Stalwart-like; a soldier without an army. Another mournful sob escaped her mouth, lunging fiercely outwards, coagulating in the frozen air; a draconic ghost of the past.

Dead. No more. Gone, like the summer wind, chased by the bitter cold breath of winter.

The words pierced her breast as they plunged into her subconscious; no other scene, no other situation could ever have such a real meaning to her, nor could they make her feel so alive.

And yet I loved him. Her mind tumbled with a thousand thoughts as she lifted her gloved hand to her face and bit her tightly clenched fist. Loved – she loved him – and now, he was gone. Deader than a doornail, as her pappy had said. Deader than any filleted fish spread coldly out on the dinner table. Dead. The infernal word sounded like some death toll being rung on a midnight bell – it shuddered within her being, reverberating against her quaking ribcage.

And by his own doing, oh lord. She shook her head and sniffled softly, reaching up to wipe her eyes, but the moist surface was quickly replenished anew with more drops of sorrow. And we all follow one another, like beasts of nature – we cannot escape into an immortal life, and still we face this anguish day after day.

Slamming her fist against the wooden table, she bit her tongue and felt the metallic taste of life flow through her mouth. Could I have done any better? Is this all my fault? She let her gaze wander over the bare room, bereft of any womanly touches. It was just like he always used to live and would have remained the same unless, of course, he had married. But he wouldn’t do that; I know, I know all too well.

Her eyes lit upon the kitchen and that certain drawer. Relief was only a few footsteps away – only a trip to the sink, only one motion. Only. One. Motion. No! Yes, just get up and get in that kitchen, you’re a waste of life. Demon! The whites of her eyes glared brightly in the light of a candle. Go to hell where you belong! Her thoughts crushed the voice in her head with a rage uncharacteristic of her persona.

Purple veins stuck out against her slender throat. She pushed her sleeves further down against her arms and then, in a sudden movement – she was so much like a startled animal...a small, startled animal – she snatched her purse from the floor and ran out the door, not bothering to lock it. All that remained of her unannounced visit was the tallow candle that soon sputtered and drowned in its own wax, and a toppled chair near a wooden table.

***

Shipwreck by Starfield on Grooveshark

I've had this image in my mind a few days now -- the picture of a forlorn, perhaps even rain-drenched, young woman. She's garbed in black and has the most dismayed, sorrowful look on her face. And -- key point -- she's sitting inside a two-room cottage.

I finally just had to write something about her -- I had to give her a story (and if you're not a writer, it's ok if you don't understand this feeling. To describe it quickly, it's like you're a water balloon being filled with water and if you don't write, then you'll pop). This is the story that came out. Yes, it's dismal. Yes, it's emotional. And yes, it's dark. I'm most certain that there is more to it, I simply haven't allowed myself to dig into the backstory very far, because I don't want to right now.

Perhaps I'll bring something more jolly to the plate next time; however, while I'm on this topic, I'll point out that not all literature can be that way -- and indeed, if it all were we wouldn't have the amazing experiences and epiphanies that hit us when we read war journals or fiction that delves into the raw truth of human emotion.

*shrug* I don't want to get philosophical tonight, I simply wanted to point that out.

Stay tuned for more lit! I hope to have the courage to write more of what pesters the nooks and crannies of my mind, rather than let it fester in my mind and strangle my muse.

Google Image, of course -- magnolia blossoms for my dear readers!

*tips hat* Good evening all!

Signed with magnolia blossoms,

Squeaks.

Amazing Grace

2012-01-03T19:26:00.000-08:00

When I first caught glimpse of Amazing Grace, the movie that is, I turned away and thought to myself, "Ah, why do I need to fill my head with further meaningless babble." However, today (my last free day before I return to my studies) I decided I wanted to do something useful. So I watched Amazing Grace. It was, for lack of better words, amazing. [note -- if your computer allows it, I do encourage you to turn on the Music that Means Something -- you'll find the small music player on the right hand side of this blog; it simply adds to the effect of this post]

Here is an excerpt from the Wikipedia page:

Amazing Grace is a 2006 U.S.–UK co-production film, directed by Michael Apted, about the campaign against slave trade in the British Empire, led byWilliam Wilberforce, who was responsible for steering anti-slave trade legislation through the British parliament. The title is a reference to the hymn"Amazing Grace". The film also recounts the experiences of John Newton as a crewman on a slave ship and subsequent religious conversion, which inspired his writing of the poem later used in the hymn. Newton is portrayed as a major influence on Wilberforce and the abolition movement. -- Link

(note: William Wilberforce is played by Ioan Gruffudd -- he did an awesome job [there's something about men in English frocks that is just so right])

First and foremost, the acting was great. While the movie was placed in the Napoleonic era, it seemed to have that familiar language of the Victorian. Perhaps I simply haven't studied my literature well enough. Anyhow, I enjoyed the dialogue immensely and intend to watch this video again -- the the future. The message of the movie, however, was very touching. As you have read, it focused on the abolishment of slave trade.

I do not think I ever truly understood (or will understand) how important William Wilberforce was in changing history. I feel as if I've touched the tip of the iceberg and now cling tentatively to its slippery siding. Really, think with me, friend, Wilberforce was a mere 28yrs old when he directed the meeting of the Society for Effecting the Abolition of Slave Trade. Twenty-eight years old! That isn't very old at all. And here I am, a young adult -- what have I contributed to my society? What have I contributed to the bettering of society? Have I done anything to stop the suffering of the hungry or the abuse of sex slaves? Have I done anything worth while at all?

In the face of such young power, I feel ridiculed and belittled. I truly am a nobody. God has given me a mind, has He not? Then whatever on earth am I doing sitting here writing fiction that merely appeases the human appetite for a moment?! Why can I not be out in the world doing something that will change this place?

Why are we, young adults, why are we sitting back and letting those around us take control and direct the world in ways we know are wrong? Why do we let politicians and individuals in suits rule the world? There are still things to be fixed, my friend. There are still bridges to be burned and built, lives to be saved, and the Good News to be preached.

I think of what I saw in China, the little boy who had no legs and dragged himself about on a mat, his body covered in filth and grime. The old man with boils and blisters that oozed. The little girl being prostituted by a filthy overseer. The blind woman with stringy grey hair who begged for money. The thief who was shot dead in the middle of the street. The woman on the bike who was run over by a car, yet no one stopped to help her. I think of what I saw in Las Vegas. The strippers and prostitutes, covering their faces in make-up as they hid their shame and torment.

What is it that enables mankind to simply sit back and watch these people without doing anything? What is it that hardens our hearts and muddles our minds, like laudanum? How can we, who look at slavery and say, "Oh what horror!" sit back and entertain ourselves with people who are enslaved? How can we walk by the beggar and the drug-addict with sneers or grimaces when they are the ones who are in chains. They are the ones shackled by the chains of their addictions or circumstances, enslaved to whatever holds them back from becoming respectable individuals, and their souls are being sold to the devil!

We are indeed hypocrites if we applaud the abolishment of slavery, yet allow it to continue under our very noses. We most certainly are hypocrites if we see these slaves every day and do nothing to free them from their bondage.

Will you stop this? Will you stand up for what is right, honourable, noble, and just? Will you stand against slavery, slavery to addiction, pain, entertainment, and sin? Will you join me and stop being the hypocrite who says no to slavery, yet allows it to continue? May God give you strength, my friend. May He alone guide your path and bless you.

Signed with all sincerity,

Squeaks.

Harken Ye! + The Errant Knight

2011-12-27T12:40:00.000-08:00

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. Am.a.z.in.g!!! 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,

Squeaks.

Sleeping Beauty Obsession

2011-11-19T20:01:00.000-08:00

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

Beautiful.

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,

Squeaks.

Shadows of My Heart

2011-11-02T20:05:00.000-07:00

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 darkness...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,

Squeaks.

"Beware the Rat!!!" by Squeaks

2011-09-19T19:18:00.000-07:00

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.
BEWARE THE RAT!!!

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Signed with a hook,

Squeaks.

"Stark Black" by Squeaks

2011-09-18T18:26:00.000-07:00

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

Enjoy!!

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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
Crash
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.

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Signed with sage,

Squeaks.

The Most Epic Thing EVER!!!

2011-09-10T19:03:00.000-07:00

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!)

My life
School
Hanging out with TORPEDO!!!! *WOOT* (also known as UnhingedMind) on the bus ;)
MEETING ELDRA, LEAUPHAUN, AND GOOSE!!! (SUPER EXTRA AWESOME SCREAMISHLY CRAZY HOOT!!!!!!!!!)
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. Like...it was actually funny :P surprisingly it looked good...pink 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 nasally...it'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 know...so 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

PREPARE FOR AWESOME...

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 off...so 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 afternoon...it 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,

Squeaks.

M.I.A

2011-08-31T17:03:00.000-07:00

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.
FINALLY GOT THE DARNED BEAST INTO THE HAYFIELD!!! HALLELUJAH!!!
*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,

Squeaks.

Anything that's Fuzzy or Furry, Please Stand Up

2011-08-08T15:09:00.000-07:00

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 everything...like 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 now...it 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,

Squeaks.

"Rumors of God" by Darren Whitehead & Jon Tyson

2011-08-03T16:13:00.000-07:00

Rumors of God by Darren Whitehead & Jon Tyson

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

Synopsis:

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

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On Being Concise

2011-08-02T12:31:00.000-07:00

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,

Squeaks.

Legend of the Shwiyaer: Prologue

2011-07-30T19:49:00.000-07:00

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 words...here'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,

Squeaks.

Another Questionnaire (for me? really?)

2011-07-30T13:29:00.000-07:00

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),

Squeaks.

If You Really Love Books...

2011-07-28T14:58:00.000-07:00

...then I hope you like this post :D

I saw this over at Thoughts of a Shieldmaiden and Seek Him First and found these quotes to be utterly enchanting :P Here's a load of em for you along with my *ahem* running commentary :P

So true! It never ceases to amaze me :P This is a way that I can tell whether a book is good or not...if I'm still aware of what's going on around me by the 3rd chapter then it probably is a boring book :P

True true! Well...it used to happen, now mom simply doesn't take me to the bookstore to buy new books :P I'd go to the library but ... well ... I prefer to own a book than have to give it back :P

Something like this, however I'm pretty picky when it comes to taking care of my books. No folded pages, no bent spines :P however SOTK read The Door Within series soo many times we had to tape the spines because they literally fell apart! :( so sad.

*chuckles* I love doing this, however I found it to be rather therapeutic right before my university exams. I'd go into the library, while waiting for the bus, and just stare at all the old books, sometimes picking a few up and leafing through them.

Haha, yeeup.

Totally! This happened with Bryan Davis' Dragons in Our Midst and Oracles of Fire series (now Children of the Bard is out!! *squee*) where he mentioned Dante's Inferno so I went and bought the book :P and read it all. Very good stuff! There have been other times when I've done this too lol.

Gah! Yes! It's so frustrating too, especially when you misplace a book from the series :S

Definitely describes me :P I love talking about books haha.

*grin*

*hugs quote* this is one of my faaavourite quotes ever! Book love folks :P I think the worst that can happen is when you fall in love with one of the characters from a great book and end up crying because they're only real in your heart :P *tear*

:P that explains it all lol

Definitely describes me :P of course, this only applies to books I deem worthy of protecting (in the case of Twilight or any other junky *ahem* book that isn't good for you well...I'm prepared to exterminate them :D)

*brain fuzzles* AL;IASD;FAHSDGLJASD It makes me *frustrated*!!

*inhales deeply* the smell of new books is fascinating. I love opening the pages slowly and sniffing :P I know it sounds weird and probably makes me look like I belong in a mental institute (I don't btw ;) lol) but the smell of new books is awesome. Standing in a bookstore is cool as well :D

jah, definitely

:P most of the time, if it was a really good book then yes. If it was a bad book then I like to forget it quickly :P However I do enjoy taking that time to just hold the ending in my memory...kinda like swishing coffee in your mouth before swallowing, or savouring the taste of a fresh croissant :D

*guilty*

If it's a really good book then definitely...if not then it might hold sway for 15 minutes :P So if anyone wants to put me in a particular mood, buy me a book :P

Old books yes :P it does give them character. But if they're newer books that just got mangled, well, that makes me kinda annoyed.

YES!!! Totally describes it; that's why, when I pick up a good book, I can't put it down. Like...who wants to stop in the middle of a movie? That's just...weird.

:S yep, especially when it's SOTK because he doesn't really have any care for books in that manner...ya know... :S *gulp*

Yes, definitely; sometimes I have to restrain myself from taking a book from the shelf to start reading lol :P

Perhaps "judge" is too hard a word. I definitely get a first impression when I see what books they read, though. I may or may not like that individual later on, but books do help me determine where they stand and whether we'd get along :P

:) that would be so nice :P ya know, if I ever get married, I'm gonna have a list of books that my dude will have to read :P let's hope he's the reading type!

^_^ explanatory

Me again for ya :P Unless the book is ginormous (Binding of the Blade series) then I'll usually finish it in a day :D

Well, now I know what that squeezy feeling in my heart really is :S I'm dying! lol jk

Completely 100% entirely true. I'm against using any form of e-readers o.o

Erm yeah, well....I might use it, just since it's there...but I love REAL books too much :P

It's sad :( however, when you get together with people who love books just as much as you then there's like this bonding that goes one (XD) because you can all identify with this unexplainable thing.

:P sometimes I stumble but generally I'm pretty pro at it

OOoooh yesssss >:| lol, they do come across as snobs...but that's my own opinion, since I think books are awesome :P

precisely ^_^

Oh yes. THOSE moments are few and far between, but *dramatic pause* they do happen.

Well, maybe not every wall, but I would love to have a room dedicated to just books with ceiling to floor bookshelves :)

So true! Words are so powerful that they cause this attachment...it's crazy, almost.

Yeeuup; *remembers LOTR* *shakes head*

Yes! This definitely happened with my many many multiple re-reads of Echoes on the Edge series by Bryan Davis *hugs books* my perception definitely changed with each re-reading.

Oh yes :P I remember seeing a lady reading Jane Eyre once...or maybe it was Pride and Prejudice, anyways, it left me with a glowy feeling because I could connect even though I didn't know her :P

Haha yep :P *jealous face* the old movies are the beeest ever!

Well, I don't close the book, but I do cringe or blush :P

*shameface*

Not exactly, but it does bug me.

Sometimes :P sometimes...

Oh yes I will *death stare* Think Julian Smith here XD

Haha oh I definitely do!

Yeeuup, books are amazing and I'm definitely a bookaholic :P If someone donated me a bookstore still stocked with books, well, I'd be in heaven. Kinda :P

Anywhoodles, I hope you enjoyed!! I certainly did :) *loves post*

Signed with huggles,

Squeaks.

Mom Drugged the Cat

2011-07-26T16:03:00.000-07:00

Hello folks.

Yes, the title says it all. Mom drugged the cat. Three cats, actually. They're all lying around the room in various poses, all looking utterly spaced out and content. What happened? Mom drugged them. How? There is one word to explain this whole case of cat skitzoidness -- catnip.
[all of the following images are from Google Images]

So folks, shall we take the kitties suggestion and vaporize all our catnip supplies? I think not :D I'm a proud supporter of catnip for kitties. Our cats love it and I love watching them love catnip :P They get sooo cute lol. Anywho, that's a random post for you :D

Signed with pencil shavings,

Squeaks.

Note: If you want to check out my recount of the Manafest concert I went to yesterday (Hathaway was there too) then check out Minstrel Warrior, my other blog ;) it's a more personal blog with funny things, lots of songs, and randomness. Enjoy!! Recent posts include: Manafest + Hathaway, Decisions, Confusion, Combat Dreams, and *silly grin* Satisfied!

A Massive Character Tag

2011-07-16T13:31:00.000-07:00

Eldra has tagged me in this...massive character tag :P Here are the rules:

1. I pick three characters

2. I make my characters answer these questions

3. I tag three people

My chosen characters:

Omriel
Benaiah
Kybris

Shall we begin?

Do you want a hug?

Omriel: It really does depend on who is offering. Prior to my engagement in espionage and such, when I lived with my family, I was rather into the whole hugging concept. Then there was...well...*clears throat* I won't delve into the past today, if you'll excuse me. Currently, however, I would never accept a hug from any living, breathing being.
Benaiah: I admire those who are free enough to give hugs without worrying about their own backs being stabbed by enemies or jealous comrades. As a Silent Wanderer, I am usually isolated from the general populace for long periods of time; obviously, my homecoming is heralded by the king and my mother. Both are entirely different scenes, if you know what I mean. *blink* Well, I guess you don't. The king, you see, gives a formal ceremony that appears to me as nothing other than a chance to show off his wealth. On the other hand, my mother greets me at the door with a hug and dinner *grin* I think you've guessed by now which I prefer. Therefore, at the current moment, I would only accept hugs from close family members, or perhaps even formal events (if such is the requirement).
Kybris: *hmm* The word hug is a big one, perhaps not in script, but in definition. Formally, I find it a stuffy matter that I'd rather avoid. However, informally (that is between friends, beaus, and family), I find hugging to be rather cute (pardon my language). You see, those formal events are so boring and surface-level; in other words, they're fake. I prefer the real thing. Passionate and moving experiences. My mother says that the Kalendaalian supply of romance novels has gotten to my head lately, perhaps she is right, but I really do think that informal, comradely hugs are the best. Thus, I must say I love hugging. It's a rather refreshing, endearing, and even *grin* enchanting experience. As for the current moment, I would take a hug from any well meaning individual.

Do you have any kids?

Omriel: Some questions a man must exempt himself from, for if he answers either way (in a profession such as mine) he may subject himself to danger.
Benaiah: No, I do not have children, although I should like to some day. Perhaps once I've answered my own questions concerning life then I shall invest time in a family; what is the point of having children, who are bound to ask questions about life, when you cannot answer those very questions yourself?
Kybris: No, but I babysit often, although I don't think that really counts. Some day, though, I'll meet my prince and well...*stares at readers* well, I do intend to have a family.

Have you killed anyone?

Omriel: Most certainly. It's what I do for a living these days. Let me assure you, the experience (that is to have an individual's life in your hands to do with as you want) is an experience like none other.
Benaiah: I have killed several bandits; however, that was out of self defence, not for the pure enjoyment of the situation. If I hadn't acted quickly, it would have been my life ushered on to the Other Realm. I didn't intend to kill them...only to knock them out for several minutes to give me time to escape. Unfortunately, I'm afraid my blows were too hard *grim look*.
Kybris: Heavens no! Why on earth would I want to kill anyone? Well, perhaps if my life were in danger then I would. For the sake of killing? definitely not. Oh, and in case that sounded confusing, I assure you I haven't killed any living Aeilian...there was the time of the sacrifice but that was only a sheep, so I shan't count it.

Love anyone?

Omriel: *looses composure slightly by paling* Again, must I repeat, *stammers somewhat* I...I cannot answer some questions. *uh* Due to the...sensitive nature of my *ahem* career.
Benaiah: If this refers to family, then yes I have loved greatly. However if it refers to a beau, as I believe it would, then I must answer no. There hasn't been a single Aeilian who has crossed my path that I've had such thoughts towards.
Kybris: Of course I love my family and friends, but in terms of romance (which I am more apt to reply to) I must answer no. There have been several Kalendaalian soldiers who've caught my eye, but nothing has ever progressed to the point where I can say they have succeeded in acquiring my love.

What is your job?

Omriel: I am a mercenary, head assassin for His Highness, lead man for the blood market (although no one knows this), quester, and well...the list goes on.
Benaiah: I am in service to His Majesty as a Silent Wanderer.
Kybris: I'm into espionage as a past-time; some of my information has been of use to His Majesty. My father wishes to acquire me a position of service in His Majesty's castle in Kalendaal, however I shall refuse such an offer (the service ties one down dreadfully). I also run errands and help mother around the house, although I generally try to stay out of that stuffy place.

Favorite season?

Omriel: I like the place just between autumn and winter; the point where the seasons seem as though they cannot decide whether to relent to the other and give up their task. Autumn melts into winter...frost snatches away at the ground, devouring every last shade of colour. Autumn holds on to its power as it attempts to force back the large clouds in the sky, blowing away the snow with powerful, chilling gusts of wind from the north. Yes, I like that place of indecision between dying and death.
Benaiah: I enjoy all the seasons, although if I must choose one it should be summer. The golden richness of the earth, the smells that are unleashed from the trees and dirt. The warm weather of the northern forests (I don't enjoy the heat that the south receives; I do suppose that is a drawback of summer). Summer is also when I see the most beautiful wildlife in the northern forests; everything is in its prime...the animals are healthy and the woods are bountiful. Yes, summer is my favourite season.
Kybris: Oh well, I love them all, they all have there benefits and disadvantages, yet there is one season that really captures me the most. I find it to be, by far, the enchantress of the four winds (or seasons, as some call it; north brings death and destruction, south brings bounty and healthy, west brings new life, and east brings the drying breath of Hades). Yes, ok, I'll get on with it now. That enchantress, in my opinion, is autumn. Everything is cloaked in colour; the earth is crisped to perfection, like mother's apple crumble *laughs*. I love autumn; it's enchanting.

Who's your best friend?

Omriel: I have none and never shall. As for the past, let it speak for itself.
Benaiah: The trees are my best friends, I never was able to grow close to a human.
Kybris: My Baelinur for certain! There are several girls in the village that I enjoy spending time with, but I cannot call them my best friends for I do not share my deepest secrets and concerns with them. No, Falx and Hrophna are my best friends. The understand me better than any other.

Hobbies?

Omriel: The blood market is what I would consider a hobby, although I enjoy singing and sculpting. I also like sitting in the woods and thinking, I tend to do a lot of that these days.
Benaiah: Thinking is a hobby of mine. I've also been attempting a little water-magic but my skills are far from spectacular.
Kybris: *Hmm* baking and embroidery, as well as espionage.

What are you going to do when this tag is over?

Omriel: I shall return to my duties.
Benaiah: Well, whatever I was doing before is bound to call me back; I can already hear the trees whispering my name.
Kybris: Oh I'll head to the nearest city square and hang around for a bit before meeting some friends.

Okay... What is your eye color?

Omriel: Green.
Benaiah: Brown.
Kybris: Blue, although the sickeness has clouded them somewhat, as mother tells me.

Are you good? Or bad?

Omriel: To ask such a question is ridiculous. Honestly, what Aeilian, be he bandit or prince, would think of himself as evil? I most certainly consider myself a good man; I have my quirks, as does everyone, but in general I live my life according to how I see fit.
Benaiah: I'm a good man, as people tell me, although I see myself as struggling to fit in with society. The whole concept of religion baffles me and, well, I am seeking answers for that which I do not understand. Perhaps once I have answered my questions and find my purpose in life I can honestly accept what people say of me.
Kybris: I'm a good person, perhaps not the best out there, but I'm good. I don't go around assassinating anyone or revenging myself (although there have been times). I live by the Code and would like to see others do so as well.

What is your greatest fear?

Omriel: I cannot answer this question; it would reveal information that is too sensitive and, in the life of an assassin or mercenary, should never be divulged to the general public.
Benaiah: Sometimes I fear many things, like loosing my gifting or never finding the purpose in my life. Everyone has their own fears, some overlap others until they blend into a muddled mess. I suppose I am like everyone else, jostling for my place in life.
Kybris: Oh well, I fear some things like *grimace* spiders and sewage. If I ever got caught in a spiders nest or fell down a sewage drain...I'd well, I'd survive, but I wouldn't be happy at all. Perhaps I'd have a panic attack...who knows.

What do you think of your parents?

Omriel: *far away look* I barely remember my parents. My father was a good man, a simple man. He hunted for a living and loved my mother and I very much; I did hear something about him sailing the seas after I went on a quest...although I guess I'll never know. My mother was a seamstress and embroiderer. Yes, she was beautiful and charming; I ... I miss family, and I hate the men who destroyed our happy lives.
Benaiah: My father passed away when I was little, so I cannot say much of him. My mother, though, I love her. She's a wonderful woman who really, truly cares.
Kybris: My parents are wonderful...there isn't much more to say.

Any siblings?

Omriel: No, I am and always will be an only child.
Benaiah: No, father died when I was only a year old. I know mother wanted more children, but she refuses to re-marry.
Kybris: *sigh* Just me. Sometimes I'd like a little sister, but I guess I have my friend's younger siblings for that *smile*

Was it fun to answer all these questions?

Omriel: It wasn't exactly what I'd call fun; would you call filling out a survey fun? Exactly, it's a duty that must be done for the greater benefit of the Aeilian (or in your case, human) race.
Benaiah: It was interesting.
Kybris: Of course it was fun! I love answering questions...perhaps that's because I love talking, but whatever.

Sure thing... Do you have any weaknesses?

Omriel: This just goes on and on. I cannot answer this, just like I was unwilling to answer the other questions that touched such sensitive information.
Benaiah: Well, yes I do, ever man does.
Kybris: Mhm, mother's pie is definitely a weakness for me, as I'm guessing it is for all those Kalendaalian's that keep her bakery shop busy *chuckles*

Your favorite element?

Omriel: Fire. It's powerful and passionate. Have you ever seen a forest fire? It's a terrifyingly thrilling experience. The power of a single flame can erupt into a monstrous vortex...yes; I love fire.
Benaiah: Earth, undeniably. It is nurturing and gives life to the trees that I speak with. Without earth we wouldn't be here (I suppose that goes for all the elements).
Kybris: Water. I love water...just not the super slimy stuff.

Do you care what others think of you?

Omriel: Yes, I do. Perhaps that is surprising to the reader, for one may think a mercenary has no care in the world and thus is willing to risk his/her life for gold. Of course, I am fearless in many ways, however I do care what the king thinks of my standing. If men lost their appreciation for me, then I would have no job, or at least...a well paying job.
Benaiah: Not really, I'm not around people enough for me to worry about what they think...although I must be careful to please His Highness.
Kybris: Yes, of course I care what others think of me! Mother does too, apparently, for she's always keeping us up with the latest Kalendaalian fashions. I think fashion is overrated by most people, however I can't complain when I see a new sword on my bed *grin*

Your theme song?

[N/A]

What's your species?

Omriel: Aeilian; born in Xxydyl and raised over the seas.
Benaiah: Aeilian.
Kybris: I'm Aeilian, born and raised in the capital city of Kalendaal *smile*

That's all for now folks! I hope you enjoyed :D I tag anyone who wishes to do this; it's rather long but was definitely fun!

Signed with marmot fur,

Squeaks.

We're Buds + Random Quotes + The Plague!

2011-07-11T18:08:00.000-07:00

Good day, fine folks!

Hello, we've caught a fish! -- Master & Commander

Today I want to cover a very cool topic. That is *clears throat* SOTK's and my bud from the coast is coming over tomorrow to chill out and have fun with us :D So, I wanted to take a look over some quotes that have been picked out from some of the 57 randomly awesome emails we've exchanged :P Shall we dive in?

In reference to how fast he replies to emails:

I'm a step behind you, I think! Haha. Slow down! You walk too fast! :P (JK) I have no idea how fast you walk. :) LOL

In reference to our belief concerning shopping (we both think it's useless to spend so much time just looking when you can get what you need and leave just as fast):

I think that people could save so much useful time by going into the store and picking up what they need, instead of all that debating over what to get!

In reference to the sun and it's awesomeness:

Amazing how that big burning ball up there beings life to everything and causes growth to take place. Something that is 93 million miles away!

In reference to the randomness of our emails:

I mean, randomness is almost like a literary device. Kind of like a license to say two or more things completely unrelated - with no original designed topic....or something like that.

In reference to folly and silliness:

Indeed the ways of man are oft dipped in vainness :P
Well, I suppose a little folly should be permissible now and then.

In reference to the fact that he was messaging instead of working *tsk tsk!!*:

Oops, I must now return unto my perfunctory duties (AKA work :P)

In reference to uploading/downloading things:

We should totally have a national upload/downloading day. Yep, I just decided that we should. And I happen to like my conclusion. I would personally have a blast uploading and downloading stuff all day...maybe even have an UL/DL party!!

In reference to hugging bears (yeah folks, it's a past-time of mine ;) jk):

Oh, && you really don't wanna hug a grizzly bear. I know, I know, they wook so sawft and fuzzy, but they will huwt you. And that would be vewy, vewy, sad :'(
...oops, was I really just talking with a childish speech impediment?

They're lots lots lots more where all this comes from :P but I refuse to share a single letter more of our conversations because...if I did then they'd loose their awesomeness! Well, maybe not, but I don't want to write anymore on this line anyways :P

So yeah, JSizzles, SOTK, and myself will be hanging out tomorrow :D I'm stoked! It'll be lots of fun. Hopefully we'll go paintballing or something along those lines.

As for today and yesterday...

I apparently had a small strike of bronchitis :( yeah, I woke up yesterday with really sore lungs [the title of this post suggests plague, I assure you I do not have the plague...lol]. Not the scratchy coughy ache, but the deep bellows kinda ache. Worship leading went well, so I was happy the Lord gave me strength for that :) it was lots of fun. Afterwards, though, I wasn't feeling so hot. Actually, I was. It felt like I had a bit of a fever. I was super hot and then suddenly I'd get freezing cold...and went back and forth from either extreme quite a few times. I was also dizzy and congested :( All this to blame because of swimming in a freezing cold creek (but seriously, aside from swallowing the water, I'd do everything exactly the same. Torpedo & I had too much fun to do anything different :P).

Anyways, I woke up this morning feeling way better :) I spent the whole day inside O.O *gasp* yes I did...I slept in till 11am!! O.O yeah I'm crazy! but I hope I feel super rested and awesome for tomorrow. I'm certain I shall. Because, even though I can't do any creek swimming like I'd planned, I can still go paintballing, tree climbing, and running around like a lost injun (jk). Anywho, yes. I'm listening to Hawk Nelson right now and just finished watching a film called "Battle of Britain". It was ok (too many swear words for my liking :| ).

I'll leave you now :) I hope to bring some more stuff up soon concerning writing, but at the moment I'm not in writing mood...aside from digging up old quotes and listening to tunes, I don't really want to do anything lol! I hope ya'll have a superb day!!

Signed with bombs & smoke,

Squeaks.

Something Like an Explication

2011-07-09T17:53:00.000-07:00

Hey folks,

This is short today, but it doesn't have to be ;) I wrote a very long post about the last day and a half spent with my awesome friends from my youth group. I posted it on my personal/random blog called The Minstrel Warrior.

My new post is called "*silly grin* Satisfied" and is very long and exciting (in my opinion). So if you'd like something fun to read, then just click ^^ that link up there and you'll enter a world of awesome XD jk, but I do hope you enjoy! And if you haven't already followed The Minstrel Warrior then please do :) I post stuff (although not as often on HD) about my life, randomness, and anything to do pertaining to music as well as my faith :)

Enjoy!!

Signed with cheese & potatoes,

Squeaks.

Easily Amused + Pirates + Slime Worms

2011-07-07T20:16:00.000-07:00

Okay, so Jake from Teenage Writer had said something about Pirates of the Caribbean soundtrack, so I thought I'd check out some stuff on Grooveshark and this is what I found :P

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It's a radio edit, so it's not the exact same as the original :P trust me, it's highly amusing. I'm all for that sudden change to electronica/pop-type feel to it. So snappy! I don't know why I'm so easily amused by this, but hey *shrugs* it just happened ;) Yeah, I tend to easily amuse myself. For instance...

Earlier today, SOTK and I got into a conversation (a rather feisty one at that) about chickens vs. cats; we likened it to the great showdown. Think Deker here, minus the morbidity factor (Deker really is morbid in some cases, especially in the book Showdown from his Circle Trilogy...remember the slimy worms in the tunnels *shudders* sick).

Ok, break for some amusement (this just started playing out of my speakers and I about died laughing):

Anyways, enough of the hilarious stuff now, right? I was working a bit on a piece for Omriel today. It's ok. I only wrote a meagre 353 words *cringe* but here's a lil' bit of that for you ;)

A hooded figure slipped from the shadows, holding anoutstretched bow with an arrow notched and ready to fly. The jackal howled inagony, pulling itself up half-heartedly. Another arrow silenced it foreternity. It slumped to the ground with an exhalation of breath, its spiritreleased from its body.
“So simple,” whispered the hooded figure as helet his cloak fall down around his shoulders, revealing a firmly chiseled face,brilliant blue eyes, and a full head of close-cropped black hair. He slung hisbow over his shoulder and retrieved his arrows from the body of the beast.Then, with a skillful swipe, severed its throat and watched as the remaininglife-blood gushed to the barren ground.

Perhaps that was a bit graphic but I really want to start things off by showing the anger inside Omriel. There's something in there that's like this knot of anger and he likes taking it out on others. I have a feeling that he's been hurt in the past, but I haven't quite dug that deep into the whole character sketch thing to find out what fits just yet. All I know is that he's a dashingly handsome character with a lot of hurt and evil in him...but something tells me that he has this huge potential for good. I just have to maneuver my plot in a way that will uncover the buried treasure *ahem* yes, pirates...hmm maybe I should turn this music off a bit :P

Anywho, I will part with a few more things now:

First, my youth group is coming out to our farm for Friday/Saturday and we're going to be playing Mission Impossible, Capture the Flag, Paintball, etc. etc. All that amazingly awesome stuff! Plus it's an all-nighter so it's going to be WAY cool! AND! bonus here XD my friend from the coast is possibly coming up for the Saturday part to join us! So that means tripley awesomeness! I'm really stoked! I'm talking with a bud of mine right now about our plans for MIP (mission impossible). He's going in all black (cuz we play in the dark...obviously lol) and we're possibly going to do the whole face paint thing...either black face paint or mud. Either will work for me :P And if the weather holds out we might go swimming in our creeks :D

Second, we had an amazingly cool/awesome thunderstorm today, complete with lightning! Yes, it was amazing! I was so excited because even though we had a small thunderstorm already, this one was a real brute! In fact, the weather was boiling this morning (like 40 degrees C) but when those clouds rolled in it dropped down to like...well...between 18 and 20 degrees I'm guessing. So it's WAY cooler! Plus, the garden got watered for me automatically so I have no need to water it for a wee bit :D that's the bonus :P

Third, my horrific sunburn is turning itchy. O.O "That's not good news!" well yes it is because it means my skin is healing :P however the better news is that I'm acquiring a really REALLY sweet tan from it all :D The only peeling that actually happened was on my face o.o that kinda...well, no, it really sucked, but it's getting better now :) So I'm all awesome for now :D

Fourth, I am on Twitter (in case any of you are and haven't followed me yet or let me follow you...I like following people lol XD it's fun to click that button XD) my username is @MinstrelWarrior so feel free to add me if you don't already have me on there! [oh yeah, and I guess I should point out that I've been on Twitter for a while now lol]

A'righty! That's all for now :) I'll update you later!

Signed with orange paint,

Squeaks.

Interview with Omriel

2011-07-06T16:41:00.000-07:00

You probably think I write too much, but seriously, today I've gotten like this HUGE download of inspiration for my writing. I haven't yet touched my stories since I want to wait a moment on that as I remember where I'm going (it's been a long while). Instead, I've decided to do an interview with none other than my famous villain (or so I thought) Omriel from Children of the Song (CotS). However, you'll see from this interview that things might just change for my story there :P Enjoy!!

And that ^^ is the music that I wrote this too :) It's kinda upbeat for talking with the protagonist, but it worked!

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SQ: Hello Omriel, it’s so nice to see you again.

O: I see.

SQ: How’ve you been these past few months?

O: Very well, indeed.

SQ: Could you elaborate? Maybe tell a tale or two?

O: Well, there isn’t really all that much to tell, aside from the fact that the blood market is slowly gaining appreciation in the country now that Tarus has passed his decree.

SQ: He passed a decree? Which one?

O: Essentially it says that the blood market, once an illegal activity, is now legal. There isn’t as much scuffling around in the background anymore, which makes my job a lot easier.

SQ: Would you mind telling the reader what your job is?

O: It’s picking off people like them *nods to readers* because they’re rather useless.

SQ: That’s definitely not true. Let’s keep this positive.

O: Since when did you control my life?

SQ: Wow dude, where’d that come from?

O: If you wish me to get sentimental then I can. It came from my heart, which is about as crusted over with junk as your own.

SQ: Well, *laughs* that’s a far-fetched attempt at trying to bring me down. You see, my own heart isn’t scarred…maybe a little here and there, but the scars aren’t festering like yours, because my God has given me a new heart.

O: I see. Who is your god?

SQ: The One and Only. The First and the Last. There is no other God like Him. In my world, He sent His Son Jesus to die on a cross; in your world He –

O: Ok ok, I get it, you’re like the Marked Men. That’s just great *spits*.

SQ: No need to be sarcastic.

O: I’ve got a biased person writing my biography. That’s absolutely useless; how do you expect people to know who I really am?

SQ: I’m not quite following…could you explain?

O: Easily done. You are a Marked Man…you believe in God and all that. Now I’m not saying I don’t believe in some Higher Power or anything, but to have someone like you write my actions in your tale…it’s the worst case scenario for me, because you’re writing from a biased point of view. In your eyes, my lifestyle is bound to look ugly, sin-filled, and disguisting. However, from my eyes, darling, it’s a very nice world and a very nice life. I don’t see any problem with it; well, ok, maybe some of the cold-blood killings are a little ruthless but most of those people deserved death anyways. It’s like I have the honour of hastening them on to their eternal reward…or punishment, whichever is fit for them.

SQ: I think I understand what you mean. It all comes down to that “I’m-the-only-one-who-understands-myself-really”.

O: Precisely.

SQ: What if I promised not to write you from that point of view? What if I promised to let you be yourself? To let you answer your questions without my guidance? To let you be free and chose your own pathway? Would you prefer that and be less…defensive?

O: *thinks* I suppose that would be nice. My story is a long one. I can’t guarantee that you can simply push me into The Children of the Song like you did. It goes back a lot further than that and, well, yeah.

SQ: Are you suggesting something here?

O: Yes.

SQ: Um…like?

O: Like you maybe stop writing CotS and write my story.

SQ: You’d actually like that? If I wrote your story?

O: Look, I’m supposedly a villain, as you claim. But I’m not that bad of a guy…I might be considered wrong by some folks, but in my eyes, I’m not that wrong. Sure, I’m not great, but no one is ever really that great. I want you to go back and write my life, to show people that evil isn’t that bad.

SQ: Woah, hold it! I’m not ever going to condone that evil isn’t bad—

O: One of those.

SQ: Yes, I’m one of those persnickety authors that has high moral standards. But I do want you to have as much depth as Marsuvees Black or Bartholomew Thorne…but I don’t think anyone has ever tried writing a book from the villain’s point of view.

O: Could we just cut the whole villain thing? Labeling a person is not a good idea. It sets them in a corner and essentially tells them “You stay here because this is who you are.” I don’t want to be stuck in a corner. I want to be out and able to discover things and find out about life for myself.

SQ: Mhm, ok, that makes sense…but, then if you’re not a villain then what are you? I’m confused! I wrote you as the perfect evil dude, now what are you doing to me? You’re changing!

O: No I’m not changing, you’re just beginning to see me for who I really am. I don’t know if I ever was a villain from the beginning…you forced that skin on me and the reason it was causing you so many problems was because that skin didn’t fit.

SQ: Oh *puzzled look*

O: And I’m guessing why, when you started writing me into your story, you suddenly came up against a brick wall and started having all kinds of problems. It’s because you’ve got the wrong person in the wrong place. I’m not the guy to fill that spot.

SQ: Oh!

O: Does that make any sense.

SQ: *slowly* Yes, yes, that makes so much sense! I always thought you were destined for something else, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Now the puzzle pieces are falling into place. You surprise me, you know.

O: I surprise myself sometimes.

SQ: So do you want me to take you out of Aeil altogether? Or did you really grow up in Xxydyl? What do I do?

O: I don’t belong in Aeil right now. My past is kinda hazy, but from what I remember and from my papers, I was born in Xxydyl, but then my parents traveled across the sea. I don’t remember where to or where I grew up; all I know is that a quest brought me back to my birth country and it was for that … uh, for this quest that I’m on.

SQ: You’re on a quest?

O: Yes.

SQ: Well, what are you trying to find?

O: It’s a secret quest.

SQ: Yes… *waits*

O: Anyways.

SQ: No, hold it. Go back and explain what this quest is.

O: I just did. I said it was a secret quest. Doesn’t that mean anything to you? *glowers*

SQ: In our case, in our relationship, the fact that it’s secret has no meaning. I’m the closest human to you so you can tell me.

O: I’m sorry but I must refuse.

SQ: WHAT? You can’t refuse me, explain now! *exasperated*

O: I can’t. It’s impossible. I just can’t. Sorry.

SQ: Why can’t you?

O: Because…it’s a secret.

SQ: Hm, but it won’t be for long. If I start writing your story, I’ll find out what it is sooner or later.

O: Perhaps, perhaps not. It depends how you treat the whole situation. It’s rather delicate.

SQ: Oh but I’d be careful, of course!

O: No more pig kings and retarded conversations?

SQ: Promise.

O: Really?

SQ: Well, there might be some retarded conversations with boneheads, but that’s common in life. You can’t escape that.

O: I suppose…

SQ: So?

O: Well then perhaps you will discover what this quest is after all. That’s up to you; how your hand pens my journey is the deciding factor in whether the secrets of my heart will be released to your care. I don’t really have that much of a say in it, I suppose.

SQ: Hmm; if I can conclude anything from this, it’s that you want…no, you need me to write your story for some reason. Is that it?

O: To affirm such a question would be to take a bloody chunk out of my pride; I don’t like it when my pride is harmed.

SQ: *chuckles* I hope your mouth cleans up on this journey.

O: *sly grin*

SQ: Well, is that it for now? Shall we talk some more later?

O: Definitely. I have plenty more to explain, but as for now, I desire a break from your presence.

SQ: Consider it done.

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Signed with fluff,

Squeaks.

An Excerpt -- TARM#2: Ch. 3

2011-07-06T15:12:00.000-07:00

I was talking with Jake earlier today concerning our books and formatting; just as he went to sign off, he encouraged me to keep writing :) [thanks!] and so I decided it wouldn't hurt to pick up book 2 of The Adventures of Ramsy Motch (book 1 was my NaNo project) and add on where I left off. Unfortunately, when I picked it up at chapter 9, I realized I had forgotten what was going on :P so I spent the last hour reading from the beginning. I'm actually quite surprised that the second book isn't as bad as I thought it was (the first has lots of errors, but this one seems to be doing quite well). Anyways, I thought I'd share a little bit with you :) Enjoy!

Abrie laughed and they continued up the slope. The gates of Percyville loomed over them, towering like sentinels. They were open for daily travel, so the group just walked inside. Abrie smiled at the guard who stared rudely at first but then nodded back and turned away.
"Do you think they--"
Ramsy interrupted his sister, "Don't worry about your face. It will attract stares, and perhaps even some rude remarks, but just remember how God saved you. You'll be fine, Abrie. I think you're a hero; you look like a warrior too."
Abrie smiled and patted him on the back, nearly knocking Flower off her well-worn perch, "Thanks."
The streets of Percyville were far nicer than those of Peonte or Croogia in Widdoland. They weren't crowed at all. The shops were spaced nicely and there were sidewalks, much like one would see on earth. The center thoroughfare was used for carriages and carts of all shapes and sizes. Some were pulled by prancing horses, others were pulled by Yiddelites. The layout was, altogether, very clean and tidy. Ramsy walked beside Abrie as they followed the winding street upwards towards the civilian area.
"Where are we going?" asked Aarty to Pordado.
"Up! Up and up, my friend."
Abrie and Ramsy exchanged a look and smiled at each other. Up and up? thought Ramsy, he certainly is weird.
As they trekked further towards the top of the city, where Percyville Castle lay, Ramsy noticed the lots became more spacious and blooming cherry trees were planted along the side of the road. Their sweet smelling blossoms littered the path. As the carts and people crushed them, their released their fragrance, making the entire street smell heavenly.
"This really is a wonderful place." admitted Ramsy. Abrie nodded.
"Aha!" cried Pordado. He jumped up and nearly clicked his heels together. Ramsy rolled his eyes and looked ahead. In front of them lay a quaint tavern.
"Tis the Big Nose." said Pordado.
"The Big Nose? What kind of name is that?" snorted Ramsy.
Pordado stared at him, "Tis a good name, lad. A very good name. I like it myself. Come along, come along. Let's go find a room."

Yes, this is the original, un-edited version...so there are lots of grammar errors and such :P editing will come later, once I finish this tale!

Signed to mo ghile mear, Omriel (even though he isn't really ghile lolz neither is he much of a mear XD),

Squeaks.

Who Am I?

2011-07-06T09:35:00.000-07:00

Who Am I?

by Dietrich Bonhoeffer

Who am I? They often tell me

I stepped from my cell’s confinement

Calmly, cheerfully, firmly,

Like a squire from his country-house.

Who am I? They often tell me

I used to speak to my warders

Freely and friendly and clearly,

As though it were mine to command.

Who am I? They also tell me

I bore the days of misfortune

Equally, smilingly, proudly,

Like one accustomed to win.

Am I then really all that which other men tell of?

Or am I only what I myself know of myself?

Restless and longing and sick, like a bird in a cage,

Struggling for breath, as though hands were

compressing my throat,

Yearning for colors, for flowers, for the voices of birds,

Thirsting for words of kindness, for neighborliness,

Tossing in expectation of great events,

Powerlessly trembling for friends at an infinite distance,

Weary and empty at praying, at thinking, at making,

Faint, and ready to say farewell to it all?

Who am I? This or the other?

Am I one person today and tomorrow another?

Am I both at once? A hypocrite before others,

And before myself a contemptibly woebegone weakling?

Or is something within me still like a beaten army,

Fleeing in disorder from victory already achieved?

Who am I? They mock me, these lonely questions of mine.

Whoever I am, Thou knowest, 0 God, I am Thine!

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¹³ For you created my inmost being;
   you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
¹⁴ I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
   your works are wonderful,
   I know that full well.
¹⁵ My frame was not hidden from you
   when I was made in the secret place,
   when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
¹⁶ Your eyes saw my unformed body;
   all the days ordained for me were written in your book
   before one of them came to be. (NIV; Psalm 139: 13-16)

Sometimes we have this crisis in life. I call it the who-am-I crisis. It involves the asking of questions such as: who am I? So let me ask you this; who are you, really? What defines you and makes you different from other people in the world? Why are you you?

This question can be difficult to answer, especially since we, as humans, share so much in common with other people. However, let me share some things with you that define me as being unique and special both in my relation to the world and in my relation to being...well, unique.

In Relation to A Select Sampling of Everyone-Else

I love to laugh
I love to be around people
I love Jesus
I play piano and guitar and love it
I love music
I love love :) the concept of it, that is
I love dancing
I love being sappy/mushy
I love being serious/a realist
I love daydreaming

Ok, so those are pretty general things right? How about some specifics now that define me as not only being cool but also being uniquely made...

In Relation to being Unique

I have a special smile that only a Squeaks can conjure up :)
I have a unique voice that no one else can truly imitate
I have a mash of genes in my DNA that make me genetically unlike anyone else
I've got a unique fingerprint :P
No one else can ever have my purpose in life ('course, I'm still figuring that out, but God knows exactly what it is)
The gifts and talents I've been given by God are specially designed just for me and the way I use them makes me unique
I have a special way of loving people; no one else can love in the way that I can because I am Squeaks and no one else is like me.

If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away. --Henry David Thoreau

Perhaps that's a rather sorry list...and I know there are other ways in which I'm delightfully (*cringe* ok, the word veers towards the English tea scene, but w/e) myself. Now for my question of the day:

Who are you? Are you trying to be yourself or are you attempting to fit in with a world of fakes and clones? Being you is so much fun, why waste time trying to be someone else? It's harder to try and fit into a skin that doesn't belong to you when you can simply slip into your own that was specially crafted to fit your whole being -- your ideology and passions -- your everything.

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The Moral

Don't waste time trying to fit in, just be yourself and you'll find life more meaningful and special :) Jesus made you unique not because he wants you to feel uncomfortable, but because he wants you to become everything he made you to be...so that people can step back and go "Wow, he/she is a stunning reminder of the awesomeness of our God." Just think of your favourite musician/singer/band, your favourite author, your favourite friend. What draws you to these people? Perhaps it is the fact that they are living their lives as being purely and simply themselves...their uniqueness draws you to them because they're different and because of their difference, they become special.

Signed with sunlight,

Squeaks.

A Hundred Tails (ahem Tales)

2011-07-01T19:30:00.000-07:00

Hi!

*shameface* I know, I should have really considered writing earlier, but I honestly felt like, "Bah, they can wait." So maybe I was right, but then again I may have also been wrong :P Point of the matter --> sorry for being soooo darn late in getting another post up and explaining what's been going on :P

When I left you last, I said I was going away through the clouds to another province to babysit my cousins. That mission has been accomplished :) It was a great trip. I did take pictures, but none that you can see :P since they have family members in them...and me XD and I'm afeared I'm not quite ready to release images of myself to cyberspace. Maybe if I become an author then you'll get to see what I actually look like :P *ahem* moving on.

There's a big big point I must make before continuing.

HAPPY 144th CANADA DAY!!!

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And yes :) I am very proud to be Canadian :D

So what did I do today? Well, we didn't celebrate or do anything suuuper crazy :P this last week we've been cutting hay, so I raked for most of the day...the job is quite dusty and hard on the back, but it's fun and I enjoy it. After I'd finished raking and doing various other jobs, I came back up to the house and saddled up Cearazo (my baby :P pure bred Peruvian Paso...adoooooorable darling!). I rode him in laps around the hayfield working on our transitions. He's good between walk and trot, but from trot to canter he's kinda off-beat and tends to trip up. So we worked on that and also on his stop-walk-stop transition. He's pretty bad at stopping when he first starts out...that's usually cuz he's antsy and just wants to go, but by the end of our work today he was doing rather well. I also let him have his head on our last lap and he pulled into a strong gallop...although by the end of it he was huffing :P

I didn't work him too hard today, since he's out of shape and I just took him on a 2hr mountain ride yesterday. He's got a saddle-sore which broke open again today; I was hoping my girth wouldn't bug it again, but apparently it did...so I'm going to maybe try bare-back tomorrow. I love riding bare-back, but Ce-ce doesn't behave as well when I ride that way. He tends to spook and shy more.

After I'd cooled him down, I washed him off and then scraped him down and gave him a little treat :) He was a great boy today and hopefully will behave himself tomorrow as well.

After I'd finished all that, I went on a bike ride with SOTK. Our legs are gonna get buff now that we have bikes again :P our old ones would be easy enough to fix, but I guess dad figured new ones were a better idea XD (my old one has two slashed tires...that's it! *shrug*). We get our bikes from a bike-recycle type place in town where they're sold for really great prices. So yeah :D that was fun :P *nods solemnly* I can already feel my legs getting buff again XD

Working outside has also been very beneficial to my tan :P yep, normally (since I usually do school through the summer) I'm whiter than snow. But this year I've managed to get a nice bronzed look :P put me among a group of average folk and there's a noticeable difference in skin colour lolz tis epic :D makes me feel like a real farm hand. Umm *cough* of course...I am a real farm hand :P thus my point is confirmed.

Once the last of this hay is brought in, we'll hopefully have a chance to go hiking up some major mountain. I'd like to do Mt.---'s ridge. Last year we did that mountain...it was 20km total; 10km up and 10km down. This time, we'll simply drive up to the summit and then hopefully hike the ridge and check out the glaciers. I'm pretty stoked :D plus, all this biking will put me up one on mom and dad :P Oh yeah, and our youth group is going to --- Canyon Sunday afternoon, after church. If my folks allow it, I'm TOTALLY going to head out there. I've heard and seen so much about the place...now I want to check it out for myself :P

Oh yeaaaaaaah. And there's another thing I have to tell you :P (oh yes, I just HAVE to tell you this *shakes head and laughs*) So Tuesday, SOTK finished his last day of school. That is, he completed his very last exam and now he's scot free! Since we had to drive through our home town to the next one down the valley for the exam, we were heading back on the highway towards our home town. Earlier, mom had randomly asked me if I'd like to get more piercings o.O yes :P so I had thought about it. By the time we made it back to our home town and we crested Hospital Hill, I turned to her and said, "Hey, is that offer still up?" she looked at me and said yes...so, doing what any crazy person does, I asked her to pull into the downtown area and we walked over to the tattoo shop.

Thus, I have acquired 2 more holes in my ears :P crazy isn't it? Mom says this is it for piercings while I live in the family home. I'm cool with that, I don't really want any more right now...later...well...maybe :P we'll see where life takes me later. As for the current point in time, here's a picture for you!

yes, that's my ear :P the helix is healing REALLY well :D it doesn't need cleaning much anymore. The first lobe is healed all the way and I can change earrings now. The second...well...4 weeks till I can change that :P

So now I feel like a real true metal head *sloppy grin* ok...bad joke XD lol but I think it looks seriously-cool-awesome-crazy :P my mom and I are now official twins, cuz she has the same number of holes as I do. Exact same style: Four lobe piercings and a helix.

Another piercing I'm rather fascinated with is the labret. That's the lip :P but I promise I won't be ever getting one of those. They're bad for the teeth, even if they're done right. Plus, that would hurt and undoubtedly set back my singing :P

Anyways, that is definitely enough for now :P I could go on and on but I shan't. Thus, I shall write more later :D I hope you have enjoyed my little explication on the recent activity in my life!

Signed with a peanut butter cookie,

Squeaks.

Leaving on a Jet Plane :D

2011-06-20T07:51:00.000-07:00

Hey folks!

I'm going on my first airplane trip of the year :D (which is rather surprising, since before university I used to travel by air alot). Difference? This time I'll be flying for the very first time by myself :D I'm going off into the yonder unknown to care for two adorable cousins of mine for 4 days :) If I take any good pictures I'll make sure to post them!

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In the mean time, I'd like to ask for your prayers: that the flight would be safe and I wouldn't be a clutz and spill my juice over the person beside me (that would be horrid O.O) lol, and that babysitting would be a breeze :)

Have yerselves a grandiose week!! *throws up hat and hoops like uh... like a monkey*

Signed with strawberries, truffles, cat claws, and whipped cream (with a cloud base),

Squeaks.

Whispers In The Dark -- A Random Tag

2011-06-17T18:27:00.000-07:00

Helloooo! *echoes*

I've returned with some random tag that I snatched from some odd blog or other on bloggosphere. I found it HIGHLY amusing so I did it several times just for fun...because I'm bored and need this kind of odd amusement :D ENJOY!!!

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Steps: Put your iPod or music library on shuffle and answer the questions with the title of each successive song.

IF SOMEONE SAYS ‘ARE YOU OKAY’ YOU SAY?
Someday
WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
Free
HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?
Breaking Me Down
WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
Crispy Critters [XD hahaha]

HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
The Sad Cafe [actually I'm quite happy lolz]
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?
Starspin [WOOT! Totally :D one of my fave Downhere songs!]
WHAT’S YOUR MOTTO?
The Saving One [huzzah for Jesus!]
WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
Parting Glass
WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
River
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
The Final Toast
WHAT IS 2+2?
Make Believe

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
For Pete's Sake [XD LOL]
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Wild Horses [woot!]
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
I'll Be Alright Without You
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Fiddle Polka [oh yeah, I totally want to be a Ukrainian dancer XD lol]
WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
My Heartstrings Come Undone [o.O]
WHAT WILL YOU DO AT YOUR WEDDING?
I Want To Get Lost
WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Stick To Your Guns
WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
Lord of the Dance [Loooove this song!]
WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?
Goin' Down [This song brings back such awesome/hilarious/funny memories]
WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
Smack Down
WHAT DO YOU WANT RIGHT NOW?
Blood on Blood [O.O]
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
The Return of the Seven [LOL]
WHAT’S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?
Heartache Tonight
WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?
Only The Strong Survive
WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?
Whiskey in the Jar [LOL XD oh dear]
WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?
Never Enough
WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?
The Biggest Mix Up [BAHAHAHHA!! A song about an Englishman (orange) and an Irish lass (green) who get married XD hilarious]
WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?
The Ring [O.O *ducks for cover*

DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?
The Unicorn [yep, we're best friends :D]
IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?
Rusty The Rocking Horse
WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?
Great Unknown
WHAT WOULD YOU WANT TO SAY TO THE PERSON WHO TAGGED YOU?
Fraud [bahaha, since I tagged myself LOL]

WHAT WILL YOU NAME THIS NOTE?
Whispers In The Dark

Ok, now here is round two XD I'm having soooo much fun LOL

IF SOMEONE SAYS ‘ARE YOU OKAY’ YOU SAY?
Scream
WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
Te Deum Guarani [I have no clue what that means lol]
HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?
The Living Years
WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
Beautiful You [:)]

HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
We're Alright
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?
Live On
WHAT’S YOUR MOTTO?
Best of Both Worlds
WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
What Am I Doing Hangin' 'Round [LOLZ]
WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
So Beautiful
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
More Love, More Power
WHAT IS 2+2?
No Other Saviour

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
Small Rebellions [O.O whaa?]
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Love Will Find Us [FYI: I currently like no person in implied way lol]
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Don't Close Your Eyes
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Randy Scouse Git
WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Early Birdie
WHAT WILL YOU DO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Best Is Yet To Come
WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Take A Giant Step
WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
Think It Over
WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?
Black Bear Road [o.O gotta watch out for em bears lol]
WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
The Sword
WHAT DO YOU WANT RIGHT NOW?
Open Arms
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
These Things Take Time [tis actually a good Sanctus Real song]
WHAT’S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?
No One Else
WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?
So Goes Love
WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?
She Thinks She'll Marry [O.O]
WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?
Comatose [maybe I'll be comatose rather than cry XD]
WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?
I'm A Man You Don't Meet Every Day [Oooookaaaay]
WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?
Johnny Appleseed

DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?
Cosmic Cowboy [bahahaha, I wish]
IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?
Love Is The Reversal
WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?
Whiskey On A Sunday
WHAT WOULD YOU WANT TO SAY TO THE PERSON WHO TAGGED YOU?
'Round the World With the Rubber Duck [<3]

WHAT WILL YOU NAME THIS NOTE?
Top of the World [but I'll stick with the first title I got]

Okay lol, so there ya go haha; amusement for the moment XD

I tag anyone who wants to amuse themselves or is bored :P

Signed with a twister,

Squeaks.

"Zero" by Hawk Nelson

2011-06-16T09:26:00.003-07:00

Okay, this is kinda a test. I "found" this really sweet site called Grooveshark and wanted to attempt something here :P

^.^ Pretty eh? :P

Signed with a note,

Squeaks.

Writers as Emotional Beings

2011-06-09T14:38:00.000-07:00

Hey Folks!

I'm back to talk about writers as emotional beings. Now, I know that this doesn't go for all of you, so I'm simply going to talk on what I know from my experience as a writer. I understand that some of you write...perhaps more so than myself, yet you are not considered a very "emotional" person (and by emotional I mean that you are generally more sensitive than others around you). Alrighty, let's get started.

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First and foremost, I'd like to explain why I think writers are emotional beings...or at least more sensitive than the majority of folks who don't write. As a writer, I've had an appreciation for the little things in life instilled into me ever since I was a wee lass. I'd sit for hours looking at puddles, mud, and grass. I'd stare at the stars (and I still do), combing the heavens for a satellite or a comet. The constellations always caught my fancy, and I still love them to this day. Particularly Orion...but that's another topic altogether.

I enjoy running outside to smell the fresh air; I can detect whether it's going to rain or not just by the scent of the breeze and the change in the clarity of the environment. I love the rain; dancing in it is something I've always loved to do (except when it gets on my glasses, then it's absolutely annoying...that's why I wear my contacts when I dance in the rain, lol).

I think my eyes just never are or will be satisfied enough with looking at things. I love observing textures and colours; those perfect views from lookout points are all the rage, in my opinion. Sunsets, mountains, rivers, creeks, ravines, gorges, flowers, weeds, sticks, grass, stones, bushes, trees, fences, raindrops, dew, and even worms... they all hold a special beauty for me that I just LOVE!

The writer part in me says, Oh, please, write that down! Put it out on paper; get your pen and explain to people how amazing this phenomena is! They're missing out, show them the beauty of it all! Yes, that's the cry that races through my veins. Unfortunately, I'm not satisfied with my work as a writer; I don't think I ever will be. One can always perfect their craft. I know I can always go back and add more detail, explain things more clearly, describe something in a billion ways just to get across the fact that this is just so beautiful.

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Now, since I'm sensitive to the environment around me and love just taking in everything through my five senses, it's only logical that I'm also sensitive to the people in the environment around me. I think something of it also has to do with my spiritual gifts as a Christian. God gives every one of His children special gifts and I've come to the absolute conclusion that He's gifted me with a love for his people and the ability to encourage them (there are other things He's gifted me with too, but these two are the ones that apply to this conversation).

As writers, I think we're all gifted with some kind of enhanced sensitivity to our environment. That sensitivity could be directed towards scenery, conversation, or the entire environment in general. That's what makes us special. Of course, every human is special, but I think there's just something in a writers' spirit that is very cool. I can't really put my finger on what that it exactly is...perhaps it's the desire to capture beauty and pen it, the love for action and adventure, the sensitivity to the surroundings, or maybe it's simply the marking of a creative soul. Whatever it is I'm certain it's special :)

The writer in us goes with us everywhere. Our job is not a normal, everyday job that we can forget and push aside after 5pm (or 10pm; however late you work). Everywhere I go and everything that happens around me is potential material for my writing. A witty comment, an especially pretty flower, or an old rusted truck... they all capture my attention and I store that info in the back of my brain for later. We never leave our job; that's another spot in which we differ from other people.

Now perhaps this is just me, but I'm what some folks would call hopelessly romantic XD ok, you can quit the eyerolling now. Really. I have a feeling that most romantic (and let's stop cringing at the use of the word) folk are really artists. They have that appreciation for beauty. Now before we go any further, let me clarify: by the term romantic I don't just refer to couples... the word has a much larger sense than that. I'm talking about things that just feel mellow and beautiful; something you'd want to share with your spouse or family members.

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For instance, the things that appeal to me as being romantic include: moonlight walks, candle wax, low light, beaches (at night), cool breezes, campfires, minor key songs, fog, and sunsets. Why do they seem romantic to me? Because they're beautiful, pen-inspiring scenes that I want to share with people who are special to me. In no way does it mean that I'd ruin the whole picture by sticking some drooling couple in the middle of it all *gag* gross! That ruins the scene! Methinks the term 'romantic' has lost its beautiful meaning :( Anyways, moving on.

So we've concluded that writers appreciate the small and big, the unique and cloned. We react in ways that are generally considered 'emotional' when compared to others. We're softies with giant doses of courage and bravado (not in a false sense either). We dare to look for adventure around every bend; we have an appreciation for the dangerous, the mushy, and the awesome. We are artists who wield pens of fire to write of the world as we see it, or would like to see it. We write from our hearts.

If you see a book full of death and destruction or one on adventure and myth, you can pretty much guess what the author's innermost feelings and desires are. Why? Because writer's write from the heart. You can't get away from it, I'm afraid. One cannot write a successful book unless they have experienced, to a degree, what the characters are experiencing.

...For the mouth speaks what the heart is full of. A good man brings good things out of the good stored up in him, and an evil man brings evil things out of the evil stored up in him. --Matthew 12: 34b-35

We can't really escape it; writers write from the depths of their soul. They delve into their feelings and inner workings, so to speak, and bring forth an art that is very passionate. In my opinion, a good book (one that really captures you) is written by an author who is allowing their life blood to flow into the words. The emotions they've felt, the feelings they experienced, the pain they've gone through...it's all poured out. In order to do that, one must become very vulnerable. Not many people have that ability to place themselves in such a position (whether they realize it as being so or not).

If you're a writer and you're reading this and saying to yourself, "That totally doesn't describe me. I'm not emotional! I'm a toughie!" Don't get me wrong ;) when I use the word emotional I don't mean all cry-baby type, what I mean is that you have an appreciation for natural beauty, for God's creation...for excitement and adventure! Something compels you to write, whether you realize it or not, and that something is like a tuning fork that matches the note of your soul. It appeals to your artistic and "emotional" side and encourages you to be vulnerable and pour out your heart into your novel. You're a sensitive individual who picks up on things and the term "word-war" has an actual meaning to you... because words are dangerous; you wield them every day in your language and in your writing, yet you alone know how powerful they really are. Those who don't have an appreciation for writing or do not write themselves, while they may understand the power of words to a degree, it is never the same as what a writer understands it to be. We wield words carefully; we're sensitive in that manner, for words are strange creatures that should be respected, in a way.

I hope this has been of aid to you, the reader :) I have plenty more to say, but I shall conclude with this now. Thanks for reading!!

Signed with peaches,

Squeaks.

A Blogger of Interest: Siriana from Concrete & Grace

2011-06-08T20:28:00.000-07:00

Here's a cool blog that I thought I'd publicize and thus share with my dearest beloved piratey bloggy folks :D It's hosted by Siriana and is called Concrete & Grace. She's a writer who loves Jesus and her art (writing of course :P ). I encourage you to check out her stuff :D I really liked the blog design... yeah :P

On a slight side note, YES I'm still working on my post... no, it's not very long... yes, it's coming soon... no, it won't be up today :P

Signed with a magpie feather (they're really pretty!),

Squeaks.

Listening: Enya
Reading: Nothing
Quote Love: I LOVE PUPPETS AND SPARKLIES!!! --by Squeaks

REVAMP!!!!

2011-06-06T13:32:00.001-07:00

YAY! I'm revamping my bloggy here a bit :P Pardon the long-time-no-post but I will get that one up about writers as emotional folkies. Honest :D I hope you enjoy the new design. If you notice any glitches or the system here is kinda slow or anything is just not working to your liking, let me know in a comment and I'll get things patched up asap.

From the seventh sea,

Squeaks.

"Little Things" by Squeaks

2011-05-25T12:55:00.000-07:00

I wanted to share a poem I wrote with you folks before I get into the topic of writers being emotional creatures :P It's called "Little Things"; I wrote it with a friend in mind who simply makes those little things in life become all the more appreciated :)

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Little Things

By Squeaks. Dedicated to Night Owl.

25 March, 2011

Green.

Glistening green leaves, swaying back and forth.

Heavily sagging off of branches.

The smell of wet, crushed dirt,

Mixed with morning sunshine

And rainfall.

The joy of little things.

Little things are special jewels

Shroud in mystery.

Only thieves and only fools

Would cut them out from history.

Burnt amber.

Eager glow of fire, caressing wooden boughs.

Archaically snapping & twisting in circles.

The smell of rusty metal, soft flame,

Curdling with the winter fog

And snowflakes.

The joy of little things.

Little things are found in friends

In cheerful smiles and laughter.

Even if our friendship ends,

Sweet mem'rys stay thereafter.

Charcoal.

Calmly rolled like chalk, along the silky face of rocks.

Silently meandering like Egyptian hieroglyphics.

The smell of cold

And bruised water.

The joy of little things.

Little things are found in pain

In tears and heavy sighs.

Yet even when our love's restrained,

A simple touch can ease the cries.

Cream.

White clouds, plodding across the expansive sky.

Bumbling by like morning soup.

The smell of fragrant rose-petalled water.

And the haunting friendly clasp.

The joy of little things.

Little things are found in ghosts,

In all the gone have-beens.

The sweet embrace, the joyful toasts,

The bashful smile, rain dancing spins.

Blue.

Oceans pounding, never ceasing--pull and push against the coastline.

Crashing waves, foaming crests; little puddles.

The smell of salt and humidity,

The spritz of water against skin.

The joy of little things.

Little things are found in eyes,

In gazes soft and kind.

The blues, the browns; the fool, the wise,

Each beckon, break, define.

Little things.

Crisp paper, splattered in ink, destined for you.

New sunrise: red, orange & pink, rising to view.

Warm heart beats, scattering graphs, monitors blipping.

Soft embrace, small joyful laughs, puddle skipping.

Little things are found every day

One's the smallest, yet sweetest, delight.

A hearty grin, brine...ocean spray,

Hope flickers in warm glow of candlelight.

From the blue beyond,

Squeaks.

When Shadows Entice

2011-05-22T17:37:00.000-07:00

I was reading Ara's (previously Shilah) blog post "When Silence Wonders" just this morning and felt led to do a post on shadows...and how they entice.

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I think I can confidently say that writers are emotional beings; in fact, perhaps we're more emotional than the 'normal' non-writing populace. Why? Because we create; we use our words and etch our souls into the causeway of time...leaving behind pieces of ourselves in the works we pen. We become vulnerable by writing, because we allow others to see into our own souls; we open up a part of ourselves that is very special and we share it, because we want to teach, to tell stories...we have this burning desire in us that cannot be quelled by the simple statement, "Ok, just stop." It's not like that. Try telling a writer to stop writing and I guarantee you you'll receive one of those "What-on-earth-did-you-just-say" looks as well as a head-shake and the peppy reply, "Bah, I can't."

I tried. I really honestly did try to stop writing. In fact, when my inspiration left me in November, it was a struggle to write and I thought I'd gotten rid of the bug forever...but then I looked back and realized I never truly did stop. Going through my emails and journals, I see that I simply found another faucet to turn on and let my creativity flow through.

So writers are emotional. And writers cannot stop being writers. Some are just born that way; I'm one of those people. I was born an imaginationist (my own term) and a writer. I thrive off of words and books. To not write or muse would certainly be the death of my spirit.

Being a writer might sound wonderful to you, especially if you're not one. You think, "Oh wow, I wish I felt that way...I wonder what it's like to be a writer, it must be amazing!" Let me tell you this, it is amazing and I'd never want it any other way, yet there is a price.

As a writer, I'm emotionally vulnerable, and I'm guessing (now this wouldn't be for all writers, but if you're a thinker and a writer as I am, then perhaps it is the same) that you too are emotionally vulnerable. This leads us to the statement about shadows. What are shadows? Let's answer this question first.

Shadows are many different things for different people. For me, shadows are those dark thoughts that linger in the back of your mind and draw your attention to them right away, once you're by yourself...alone...unaware that they're lurking there. They entice you into the pit of despair. Of course, they make it all seem like this luxurious valley with trimmed hedges and swimming pools...perhaps a bit of white sand bordering a small lake. However, it's a farce. It's a lie; don't believe it, my friend. The shadows always lie. However, they're so good at deceiving (for they've done it for ages) that time and again I fall for their tricks.

Perhaps the shadows whisper to you in the night, while you're curled up with your favourite blankets and your head is cradled in your soft pillow...and they say,

Come now, you're all alone. Look, no one cares for you. You don't mean anything to anyone. Of course, of course, they're all just saying those nice things to get rid of you. No one understands you. No one sees things from your point of view...you're too different. A freak of nature.

Yes, the shadows are small, sneaky things, but they're powerful. My advice:

Don't Listen To Them

Plug your ears. If that doesn't work, jam your headphones in and crank it up to some peppy music. And if that doesn't work, then let the shadows speak, but fight them with your sword. Words. Write. Write for your life. Write like you've got nothing to lose. And don't let those shadows win. Or pray. Prayer always helps, it cuts into the darkness like a light sabre and tears those shadows up and down until they're mangled strips of their normal selves. Yes, pray. And write.

Sometimes the shadows take a different approach. They fly into your soul on the words that others spear into your heart. Oh now this is painful. Very painful.

As a writer, I know that words are powerful. You can mould them in your mind to take any shape and form; they are highly flexible creatures, words are; used rightly, they can be very beneficial to the human race. Used wrongly and they'll destroy a person in one swipe.

You've probably experienced the pain that comes when someone close to you uses words as a gauntlet, to wrench out your heart from your bosom. Does it ever hurt; they pierce so deeply it's as though you'd actually been stabbed by a sword. I know, because I've felt that pain. In fact, I feel it almost daily. Unlike real swords, you can't really dodge the blow of words, unless you happen to have your ears plugged. Once they've entered your head they begin this macabre dance that thrashes your soul good. Sometimes this beating is well deserved, however other times, you're the victim of verbal abuse (to put it in very lofty terms; however the word "abuse" in this case does not refer to what the government would call "abuse", rather it refers to any stinging, painful remark made by an individual).

So the shadows enter your soul, riding like little imps on the tips of these verbal swords. Once they're in, it's hard to get them out. They swirl around in your homey darkness, often repeating things like:

You're a failure...a failure...failure...fail...
You look horrible...horrible...horrid...ugly...
Oh really? Oh really? Really now? Hahaha....

How do you get those things out? The best advice I can give is to just let Jesus in to sweep them away. I heard He's rigged up an awesome vacuum system that just slurps all those junkies up. *shrug* There really isn't any other way. Of course, if you wear armour (spiritual armour that is) then there's a good chance those word-swords will simply bounce off your chest and send those blasted imps to kingdom-come. However, very few writers remember to put on their armour. Now that leads me to another point.

Always wear your armour.

I can't explain how important this little statement is. As wielders of words, we immediately find ourselves in a vulnerable position, due to our sensitive emotional state. The shadows seem to direct their demons to assault us heavily. Their poisoned barbs can taint our words and spoil our minds, reducing our effectiveness as creative individuals and rotting our inspiration so that we write what is not pleasing to God. However, if we wear our armour, we're protected from the majority of the shadow attacks.

Now there is one last point I must make; the title of this blog post is based on this last point: Shadows Entice. Yes, they truly do. When they realize a writer has been fitted with excellent armour and is turning a deaf ear to their cries, they seek to entice. And let me tell you, some shadows are exceptionally good at enticing people. I won't get into the details, for I haven't time to write all about it, but the sum of the story is this: when shadows entice, they seek to capture the attention of a well-versed warrior by doing something different...by appealing to their creative intrigue or by posing as inspiration itself (remember they are deceivers). Once that warrior lets down their guard, the shadows can sneak into their lives and attack. The weakened warrior has an even harder time fighting back those shadows that if they hadn't been wearing armour at all.

The moral of this is: Always Wear Your Armour; Never Listen to the Shadows; Be Prepared

Have you any thoughts on shadows or the emotional nature of a writer? If so, please share :)

[I intend to write another post concerning the emotional nature of writers; tips/suggestions would be welcome!]

Signed with a smoky cloud,

Squeaks.

Yahoo!

2011-05-21T14:38:00.000-07:00

Short update:

Issue of confusion has been resolved!! Yay! Now I feel so much better :D Life is still tough, hey...it's always like that lol! But, with Jesus everything works out in the end and I can trust that the sun will still rise tomorrow so ... all is good :)

Signed with a sunflower,

Squeaks.

Confusion: How it Got to Where it Did

2011-05-15T17:48:00.000-07:00

Not my image :P from google images lol

Confusion. The word rings out like some low tolling bell in a village square on a gloomy, rainy day. Confusion. It's such a hard, snake-like sounding word. I hate it. I don't like confusion; I don't like to be confused, however it seems that I'm at that point in my life right now where confusion is the apex of my low point.

Characters in my stories have been confused before. Confused with life, with their direction and potential, with situations and relationships. I always thought it was funny to set them down inside these scenarios where they dealt with life-destroying measures of confusion. Now I see that perhaps I was wrong in doing so. Of course, a little confusion is good since it keeps your head on your shoulders and sets your feet in the right direction. It strengthens your beliefs and makes you who you are today. However, too much confusion can clamp down on your head like an iron bar. It compounds the minuscule problems in your life and makes living so much harder.

I don't consider myself a fickle person, you see. Shopping is a one-time deal for me. I don't spend hours and hours trying on clothes for an outfit. I see something I like then I get it and go. The only thing that will make me fickle is choosing between one book or another. Now that can be tough; although it is usually remedied by simply buying both books.

So no, I'm not a fickle person, but some things have come up in my life lately that have utterly and entirely thrown me for a loop. They've confused me to the maximum possible level of confusion and beyond. I find myself, like a character out of place, switching between one view and another...sometimes even within the matter of five minutes. How is that possible? I really honestly don't know.

Thus, I conclude my case. Confusion got to where it did because somehow life just opened up its big mouth and swallowed confusion. If that's not a confusing enough finale for you then I guess I haven't proved my point.

In moderation, confusion is good. Too little leads to a boring, unchanging life. Too much leads to a major headache (from being whacked with the iron bar) as well as a very poor life quality. I am highly confused right now. However, I'm praying to Jesus that He'll intervene and stop that confusion, so I don't end up like one of my darling characters that *ahem* got squashed. Jesus is always the way to go when you're having a bad day :)

Thank you for hearing out this rant (or rather reading it out).

Cheerio!

Signed with a squiggly line,

Squeaks.

Quotable Pictures

2011-05-13T21:02:00.000-07:00

Here are some awesome pictures with quotes and such on them...just random coolness :D [Note: all pictures were found using Google Images and don't belong to me :D]

O.o has nothing to do with quotes XD I just love eating cookies.

Epic Bible verse :D

Excuse all the pink-ness XD just thought these were some cool quotes :D

Signed with a fleur de...something,

Squeaks.

"The Map Across Time" by C.S. Lakin

2011-05-08T19:05:00.000-07:00

"Heaven is not impressed with power and strength, but favours those with a true heart. Let your heart lead you, Adin, for love is what will drive you and protect you. The solution to all your troubles lies in your past."

An ancient curse plagues the kingdom of Sherbourne, and unless it is stopped, all will fall to ruin. The King, obsessed with greed, cannot see the danger. But his teenage twin children, Aletha and Adin, know they must act. A hermit leads Adin to a magical map that will send him back in time to discover the origin of the curse. Once back, Adin must find the Keeper, who protects the Gate of Heaven, but all he has is a symbol as a clue to guide him. Unbeknown to Adin, Aletha follows her brother, but they both arrive in Sherbourne's past at the precipice of a great war, and there is little time to discover how to counteract the curse.

One unexpected disaster after another forces the twins to make difficult choices. Adin's only hope for saving his kingdom is to return to the future to manipulate events so his quest can succeed. Through his trials and failures, Adin learns that nothing can stop heaven from accomplishing its goal, and that all events work for the good of those who trust heaven. An epic fairy tale with surprising twists, embracing the enduring power of love and faith.

*Note: All material above was copied directly from the back of the book and all rights belong to the publisher*

The Map Across Time is the second book in The Gate of Heaven series. Compared to the first, I enjoyed this one a LOT more. What did I enjoy about it? Well, first of all the characters were amazing, the concepts were mind-boggling (get this, traveling back into the past, then into the future, seeing yourself do things and wishing you acted differently, living in three separate times all at once with three separate futures). It was slightly confusing, however I enjoyed the challenge. Compared to The Wolf of Tebron, The Map Across Time was not choppy at all. The storyline flowed quite smoothly and it was an altogether enjoyable read :)

The one thing I did dislike about this book was that the plot could have been deepened a fair bit. Through the span of the story, we get know very little about the bad guys and why they do what they do. I'd also like to know a lot more about the curse business. For instance, the scene that explains the beginning of the curse was very short and, since the whole novel revolves around this pivotal scene, I think it should have received much more attention.

Despite this, I found the story very enjoyable. Perhaps the most surprising part (and this isn't a plot giver-away-er...thing...uh, yeah), was that the story didn't end when I felt that it was going to end. In fact, I think there were some 50-100+ pages left before it actually finished. That slog into the backstory wasn't all too necessary...it did kinda read like a very long epilogue, however I enjoyed the added detail and the plot of the whole book makes a lot more sense now that I know what happened after the little drop that follows the climax.

If you're interested in reading about strange birds, magic, curses, time travel, and multiple persona's I think you'll love this book :) I do note, for the sake of the male race, that there is a wee bit of romance, but it's not too ooshy-gooshy and it certainly doesn't take over the plot (although it is critical to the direction of the plot) but don't let that phase you if you were interested in this read from the beginning!

Signed with a gold feather,

Squeaks.

[p.s. check out the cover art for this book, it's amazing!]

"The Wolf of Tebron" by C.S. Lakin

2011-05-08T18:47:00.000-07:00

"Go to the house of the Moon. She is there, with your wife...Your dreams will point the way north, but it is beyond the ends of the world, and the traveling perilous..." -- The Goose Woman

Joran dreams of living a simple life as a blacksmith in his forested village of Tebron. But when his wife, Charris, disappears in a whisk of magic, his dream shatters as he is forced to go on a perilous journey to the ends of the world to rescue her. The goose woman tells him he must solve the riddle of the three keys, and will wear out three pairs of shoes before he battles the Moon -- who has trapped Charris in a sand castle perched above the sea.

Dismayed and fearful, Joran sets out alone, but along the way finds unlikely companionship in a wolf named Ruyah, who becomes his guide and trusted friend. In true fairy-tale tradition, Joran must face daunting challenges -- within and without -- in order to bring Charris safely home.

The Gates of Heaven series celebrates the reinvention of the fairy tale in the tradition of C.S. Lewis's The Chronicles of Narnia. These hope-inspiring tales, replete with unforgettable characters and engaging plots, will delight readers of any age, reawakening the simple joy of a tale well told.

*Note: All above material was copied directly from the very back cover of the book and all rights belong to the publisher*

My mom brought home The Wolf of Tebron (and the second, of which a review will be coming up shortly). To my current knowledge she has not yet read them, as they've remained in my room since I've received them from her...in beautifully new condition :) The cover of this first book captured my attention instantly. It looked curious, particularly with the strange face the moon is making.

Without giving away details or particulars, I will tell you straight up that the plot was intriguing but the writing was quite poor. I had a hard time following Lakin's choppy style right from the beginning and while I hoped it would get better, it proceeded to be choppy straight through to the end. Yet, if you're able to read around the choppiness, I do believe you'll enjoy this plot. There were several cool twists added and the originality of the entire "find the moon", "find the sun", "find the south wind" concepts was very refreshing. However, I might add that the conclusion of this book was not as good as it could have been. In fact, I was quite disappointed with it. Despite this, I still think it is a good read and I did become attached to the characters quickly, particularly Ruyah and Bryp.

As for a moral, this story was undeniably wound around Biblical truths and analogies. I thought Lakin was quite witty in the way she wove everything together. Remove the choppiness and poor ending and this would be an utter masterpiece! Thus, because of the great plot and loveable characters, as well as originality, I would suggest this book to anyone who feels up to the challenge :)

Signed with quotes,

Squeaks.

"The Book of Awesome" by Neil Pasricha

2011-05-08T18:33:00.000-07:00

"Sunny without being saccharine, it's a countdown of life's little joys that reads like a snappy Jerry Seinfeld monologue by way of Maria Von Trapp." -- The Vancouver Sun

Sometimes it's easy to forget the things that make us smile. Sometimes it's tempting to feel that the world is falling apart. But awesome things are all around us:

Popping Bubble Wrap

The smell of rain on a hot sidewalk

Hitting a bunch of green lights in a row

Waking up and realizing it's Saturday

Fixing electronics by smacking them

Picking the perfect nacho off someone else's plate

The Book of Awesome reminds us that the best things in life are free. Based on the award-winning blog of 1000awesomethings.com, it's a high five for humanity and a big celebration of life's little moments. With wise, witty observations, The Book of Awesome is filled with smile-inducing musings that make you feel like a kid looking at the world for the first time: AWESOME

"LAUGH-OUT-LOUD FUNNY." --Wired.com

"Strangely heartwarming...perfect for rainy days." -- The New Yorker

"1000 Awesome Things is the #1 awesome website." -- Frank Warren, author of PostSecret

"THE AWESOMEST PART about The Book of Awesome is the realization that if you enjoy the simple moments in your life, you will be happier." -- Ben Huh, author of I Can Has Cheezburger?

*Note: above quotes and synopsis were copied from the very back cover of the book; all rights belong to publisher*

When I first saw this book it was at our Canadian Wholesale Club. Usually I don't bother to look at the book bins because they're often filled with humourless junk. In this case, however, I was randomly talking to SOTK about witty books and out of the corner of my eye, the multicoloured cover of this book nabbed my attention. As soon as I saw the big word "AWESOME" on it, I knew I must look into the book. As I cracked open those fresh smelling pages I knew I had to get it. Besides, it was 40% off the original price so it was a good deal.

I would definitely recommend this book for everyone who needs a brightening read. Some of the entries are absolutely witty and undeniably humorous. Others are more tranquil and make one sit back and muse upon the suggestion placed forth. I can totally see this as being the type of book one would curl up with on a rainy day.

Talking about rain, it's hailing outside right now. The sun is shining brilliantly through the clouds (which are large puffy white monstrosities) and it's rather warm outside. Probably like...15 or so degrees.

Signed with crayons,

Squeaks.

Absolute Pain + Why Writing is a Bother + Three Treats

2011-05-06T18:33:00.000-07:00

Hello Folks,

Yes, as the title suggests, I'm in absolute pain. Actually, it's not that bad, but it isn't exactly pleasurable. Why am I in pain? Well, you see, after being in university for the last 4 months, I've not been exercising. Aaaand as a result, I've lost my muscle tonage XD lolzy! So yeah, I'm back to running 45+ minutes a day as well as Taekwondo training :D I can't wait to get back in shape so I don't huff and puff every time I go to sprint :P but trust me, it's coming back quickly and I'm quite happy with that.

Noooow, onwards. Why is writing a bother to me these days? Well, I just can't seem to find something captivating to write about. I've got this story line strumming in my head about an ex-assassin, current bodyguard named Danor, but he's just not really alive to me right now. The plot is there, but yeah, nothing is really coming...and that is frustrating. Another word I use for frustration is "bother", thus at the current moment writing in a "bother" :P

I suddenly just ran out of words to say to you (which is really really sad, considering that I'm actually going to publish this poor excuse for a post) so I figured I'd give you three treats. All of them are youtube videos. The first is a cute adorable Christian love song type thing, the second and third are HILARIOUS songs. I think Jake will like the last two :P I think it's a tie for Most Awesome Song of the Day between "Alien Conspiracy" and "Roast Beef" hehe!! Enjoy!!

Dancing in the Minefields by Andrew Peterson (yes the Andrew Peterson of The Wingfeather Saga)

Alien Conspiracy (The Cheese Song) also by Andrew Peterson

Roast Beef by Andy Gullahorn (a friend of Andrew Peterson; Andrew is sitting to the far left with the guitar)

Signed with an enchilada ;)

Squeaks.

"Smile" by Uncle Kracker -- a cover

2011-04-29T19:52:00.000-07:00

My favourite song lately has been "Smile" by Uncle Kracker. My good friend, JC, introduced me to it :D So, to make his day I decided to record my own rendition of this AWESOME song :P I wanted to share this bit of awesomeness with you. This is of course, not my song and I don't own anything about it...except maybe my voice and piano skills lol! Yes that is me playing and singing :D I'm sooo thrilled with how this turned out!! I hope you folks enjoy it as much as I do (I've listened to it over like... 15 times now!! it's silly XD)

***EDIT*** (from here to the bottom is newly added material :D)

So I know this is a bit late, but I kinda figured (because I feel like it) I'd add in the who, what's, where's, and why's this song is so special to me :P here goes.

I was chatting back and forth with a friend of mine (JC) who lives on the other side of the province (isn't it awesome how IM'ing can like...close distance so fast? :P 'course I don't get to see him till the summer but w/e it's still fun to chat!). Anywho, I was talking with this folk and we were being kinda random :P ya know...talking about weird things like nuclear physics and atom smashers and literature and school. Ok, that part was cool, but the hilarious part was when we started talking about what kind of animals our family members reminded us of. I said someone reminded me of a shrew and from that point on I thought I might die from laughing so hard :P in fact, I can't contain my smile now as I think of how hilariously awesome it was XD

There was a small lul in our conversation then I suddenly see this link pop up on the window and JC says, "This song came to mind." So I listened to it and was instantly hooked :P It was so catchy and fun and just... cool :P now, every time we talk and start laughing we're both just like "Aah!! That song!!" haha! It's so funny! So yeah, I just decided to randomly record my own self singing it because I figured that would make people smile even more :P (esp. JC haha! we had a good howl over that one).

I shared it because I know this song brings good memories to mind and definitely makes me smile and I wanted to make other people smile too. Of course, it doesn't hold the same meaning to you as it does to me, but hey, if I can brighten your day in some way then I'd do it!! :D

Signed with a drop of sunshine,

Squeaks.

Royal Wedding + School + Small Update

2011-04-29T11:53:00.000-07:00

I know I know there are lots of things I've wanted to post about, especially Easter, but with finals and stuff I just haven't had a chance. Now, I woke up this morning at 7:30am PST and realized, "Waah?? The royal wedding is already over!!" I was disappointed :( but oh well, I've been looking through pictures and stuff online and some of the outfits are awesome!! (some are atrocious!) and I loooved Kate's dress! So beautiful! Definitely princess ;)

Now I'd like to add pictures to this post but I'm currently in stunned mode thus too lazy to do so :P Maybe another day.

So many things are going on lately...here are a few:

The royal wedding!! I was stoked for that :D
Voting time! Our Prime Minister (currently Stephen Harper) is on the campaign trail again and on Monday we'll be voting for who we believe should take that position (either Harper or another folk from another party). If you read this, it would be awesome if you could keep Canada in your prayers :D
I'm DONE SCHOOL!!! I'm so stoked haha!
My final marks are back :D I got...

A- in psychology
A+ in physics
A in chemistry
A in English
-- in calculus (mark is still pending; I'd be surprised if I got an A...)

I've got a job :P on the farm and in my dad's office

Thus, my life is fun :D I hope yours is awesome too! I shall write more later (I promise!) but for the moment, I wish to just enjoy these moments of utter nothingness!

Signed with a whisp,

Squeaks.

SHOUTS 911!! (actually, it's not an emergency but if I could borrow your eyeballs for a moment that would be sweet!)

2011-04-25T10:48:00.000-07:00

Hey folks,

Yes, please, eyeballs...hand em over. Actually, ok, I don't want to handle those slimy things... (lol) but if you could adjust your viewing range and read below that would be absolutely AMAZING!! *ROFL* (I don't know why this is so hilarious, guess my self-made title just tickles my funny bone hehe)

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My brother's and my friend has started up a little business selling jewellery to fight against abortion; she's only doing this for two weeks I believe...and all proceeds go to "Right for Life" which is a pro-life organization...so any girls out there, I'd encourage ya to check it out and support "Right for Life" by purchasing some of this cute jewellery!

http://believingandbeyond.wordpress.com/jenessa-jewels/

This is one piece I LOVE! It's so pretty...the blue colour and everything with the little spiky things! [I've always loved these jelly spiky ones] (mwhahaha, maybe I'll have to invest in this...I can't wear other earrings just yet...my piercings aren't fully healed. I believe I've got 3-4 more weeks left :D)

Here's what she emailed me:

Every month 100,000 unborn childeren are aborted. How horrible is that? Everybody deserves the right to live, but unfortunately not everyone gets that chance. Today I'm launching a program called "Jenessa's Jewels." What is Jenessa's Jewels? Jenessa's Jewels is a fundraiser to help prevent abortion, I'm selling jewelry that I've created myself on my blog "Believing and Beyond.."

http://believingandbeyond.wordpress.com/jenessa-jewels/All profits go to "Right To Life", an organization that wants to prevent abortion. Please check it out, buying one key chain, necklace, or bracelet helps.

Emailing, facebooking, blogging, or tweeting the link also helps. Please, everyone deserves the right to life.

Blessings,
Jenessa
jenessajewels@gmail.com http://believingandbeyond.wordpress.com/jenessa-jewels/

Thanks for reading!! Remember, you can do something to help :D

Squeaks.

Let it Rage

2011-04-21T12:33:00.000-07:00

Fire. Fire is nasty. Fire is dangerous. Fire is awesome.

Not my Image

Why do I like fire? I suppose you could say I'm a bit of a pyro...not super pyro (not nearly as bad as SOTK *nervous chuckle*) but I do love fire. You know, you stare into the crackling, dancing flames and your eyes go all wonko and get really dry and start sizzling. *sniff sniff* and the smell of fire...it smells so beautiful. Of course, in the summer time when the hillsides are all a-blaze I despise the smell of fire because then it means that people are loosing their homes and animals are being consumed by those nasty flames. Controlled fire...now that's my kinda thing. Explosions, flames licking towards the stars. Now that is just beautiful.

Not my Image

What exactly does a raging fire have to do with writing? Well, sometimes (such as this current moment) one gets that feeling of utter desperation...it's like a raging fire inside one's limbs. Yes. Fire. Liquid, molten, flaming awesomeness. That awesomeness is so awesome it cannot stay within one for long...it must find a way to leak out. If one isn't careful it will leak out in all the wrong ways. Through the eyes...a firey glare, a flaming laugh, or (worse yet) a blazing barrage of tormenting words. Awful. Fire hurts. But, if used properly, that burning fire can be channeled (like water) and used to benefit an individual and their craft. Harness thy emotions sir knight and we shall proceed!!

Not my Image

Fire is dangerous, as I have already stated quite blatantly. It overcomes you and you spin out of control. Then, it suddenly sputters to its death and leaves you to freeze in its chilly absence. What do we do when we're overtaken by flames? Ok, I'll try to speak less symbolically.

Fire = emotion. Hot emotion too. Not that stuff that's just like "Oh I feel happy!" or "Oh my, that does make me happy." No no no, fire is emotion that is so out of control and raging that you can't do anything about it:

"AAAAAHHH!!! My goodness did you JUST DO THAT??? SMOOOOKIN CLOUD PUFFS!!!!! SOOOO SWEEEEEET!!!"

Yeah, that's excitement (placed in Squeak terms of course). Your heart starts pumping double beat, your breathing rate increases, you face gets blotchy, and you feel like your heart is going to pound its way right out of your ribcage and start doing the polka on the floor.
Or, there is:

"What the heck? WHAT THE HECK??? WHY THE HECK DID YOU DO THAT??? Oh my goodness, I could just punch a stagnant steel wall right now if you don't get your blob out of here. I AAAAAAAAAARGGGHHHHH!!!!!!"

*ahem* anger. Yep. It's a pretty powerful emotion (and ^^ said example does not convey the firey crazyness of such a heated emotion).

So what do you do if you get like...super heated to over-melting point? You're so filled with emotion that you're literally trembling and you feel like you need a coffee (actually, the best idea is to not have a coffee, it'll just worsen the situation, trust me). Here's what I do.

I stop. It's really hard to stop...really hard...I feel like being a dork and just smacking my fists against the wall (if I'm angry) or jumping in jubilation and believing I'll actually fly (if I'm excited). So yeah, I stop. Then you have a trembling emotional Squeaks stuck in a pose of utter agony...then...you take that Squeaks, plop her down in front of her computer and tell her "WRITE!" and she writes. Her fingers clack so dog gone fast against the keyboard or she scrambles for a pen/pencil and begins madly scribbling poetry onto a page of crinkled paper.

Folks, here's the bad news. Our emotions, our raging fires, they're really not good for our health (when they get really out of control). But, there is good news; what could potentially destroy relationships and make us into utter fools can be used to benefit us. We just have to simply take a moment to grab that breath of fresh air and then force ourselves to sit and write.

Scenario
One day, I was super super super super mad. I was so steaming mad I thought I'd pop a gasket and steam would fly out my nostrils and boil my brains. And then yeah, I'd be a mental case for the rest of my life. Thank God that didn't happen! :P So I was in my room, fuming mad...so mad I punched my pillow. It felt like my heart had swollen to five times its normal size and was going to rip itself out of me and thwap along the bed onto the floor and then run off screaming some weird canto.

What did I do then? I angrily grabbed my pen and my note pad and furiously started scribbling what came to mind on the paper. Thirty minutes later, I had 13 pages of flaming poetry that seriously expressed my feelings and just invigorated me as I re-read it (not in a bad invigoration way of course). As I slowly calmed down (and 13 pages later had calmed me a lot) I went to the end and added a proper, humane finis to the poem. The resolution of torture was beautiful and it has become one of my favourite poems, because it had captured my heart and emotion and that emotion had made my words come alive (to me at least).

Emotion is a dangerous thing, as I've already mentioned. It's a fire of our bones. It surges from our inner-ness *raises eyebrow* and plunges through our veins like a barrage of firey horses; once it reaches our hearts we could very well be done for, but if we learn to harness those horses then we can seriously pump out some awesome sauce.

Not my Image

As an emotional individual...here's my tip of the day. Let it rage. But, be careful how you let it rage. Emotion can be harmful to you and others, thus learn to master it. Learn to direct it. If emotional is harnessed properly then it can be beneficial to you and your family but if you let it run rampant like an uncontrolled blaze you'll wreck havoc on your life and others. As a writer I say: Let It Rage. Just be careful.

Signed with a flame,

Squeaks.

Huzzah! It's Award Time (jk)

2011-04-20T10:41:00.000-07:00

So I don't actually do awards or tags on my blog anymore, due to the time consumption and stuff, but sometimes if I happen to get handed a really cool one then I'll do it for fun (or if I'm just really bored lolz). In this case, it was the famed Stylish Blogger Award :P Thanks Eldra and I do believe another person awarded me as well but I couldn't figure out who it was because there is just so much stuff on my dashboard and in my comments section XD sorry!!

Essentially, I'm just supposed to tell you 7 things about myself :P and no, I'm not going to pass this along since I'm not "officially" receiving the award lol!

I love my villain. Yeah, his name is Omriel and he's amazing :P of course this is not from my NaNo novel, I put that away for a looong time since it's originally what stole my inspiration (please see archives and hunt for details if curious).
I feel hippie today. I'm wearing my hair down long and a soft hat :P k, that's not super hippie but w/e
I LoooooOOOOOooooOOOOooooVE Kraft peanut butter (light smooth) and I absolutely delight in Mr. Christie's Arrowroot baby cookies :P
I have 2 more exams to go and then I'm done for the rest of the summer! (I know, that's not really 'about' me but w/e it's cool info!! haha)
I love cats and dogs and horses and cows (we have all of em)
I despise mushrooms and tomatoes (for those of you here last year you may remember that great hubbaloo we got into over tomatoes and mushrooms haha
I'm engaged. :D ...

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...in the art of writing. Don't spazz folks! Remember, there are many definitions for the word engaged ;)

And that's it for now :) Adios!

Signed with water,

Squeaks.

Beautiful People -- Round 2

2011-04-17T14:49:00.000-07:00

So I'm in for this catchy little thing that's going on at Sky's blog (click zee linky folks and join in!!) Here are the questions for this week. I decided to use my character Omriel (ya know, the evil dude from Children of the Song *whispers* and we all thought he was dead eh haha). Here goes!

1. How old is he/she?

Omriel is somewhere between 23 and 27 years old. I wanted to say he's 24, but *shrug* his personality keeps getting me by surprise ... super slippery if ya know what I mean, so his age is kinda up in the air.

2. What does he/she do with his/her spare time?

He likes to scope out people and take long walks in the woods. His heart is constantly going back to the past and all the troubles he's had. He loves to write and dream. Deep inside, I think he's a romantic dude, but on the outside he's so dog gone hard and calloused he makes us shiver with disgust :P

3. Does he/she see the big picture or live in the moment?

Both. Omriel can be very wise but he can also be very narrow-minded, especially in the heat of battle. *shrug* He's a villain. Let's give him that.

4. Is he/she a perfectionist?

Yes. Omriel likes his victims just so...and he practices each time, trying to get the art of killing just right XD I don't agree with his style, no one should, but hey, as I just said...he's a villain.

5. What does her handwriting look like? (round, slanted, curly, skinny, sloppy, neat, decorative, etc.)

His handwriting is perfectly neat. It's very decorative and curly and all the way cursive.

6. Favorite animal?

His horse. He loves horses. Especially big black, majestic war horses. Ya know, kinda like the Canadian warm blood (k, that's not a war horse, but w/e they're very majestic...we own one, her name is Widdowmaker).

7. Does he/she have any pets?

No, although he may in the future :D I'd love to hook him up with a fwubuloo, it would be hilariously cute, but it would have to be an evil fwub...and I don't know how I could turn such an adorable creature into an evil beasty. Ah, I'll work on it :P

8. Does he/she have any siblings? How many? Where does he/she fit in?

I seriously don't have an answer for this question. I think I used to know if he had siblings, but I can't remember at the moment :S sorry folks :P

9. Does he/she have a 'life verse' and if so what is it?

Omriel lives like a heathen XD "Do unto others as they have done unto you." The dude seriously needs a fix-me-up in his whole moral section of life.

10. Favorite writing utensil?

A quilled pen; he loves writing with black ink from the sparcum tree, but since that is very rare he often just uses what's available...like blood. There's lots of that hanging around his place...ya know what I told ya about the blood market and everything, well, yeah...let's just leave it at that.

Signed with a snowflake (cuz it's snowing at my place here in south-western Canada right now o.O I know, intensely crazy and very weird for this time of year!)

Squeaks.

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