When is okay to lie?
Whenever you feel like you need to....just don't make it a habbit!!
Many people consider Memorial Day Weekend to be the kickoff of summer. Show us what you're most looking forward to this summer!
What do you collect?
The souls of dead millionaires.
You may have noticed I have a new banner. I got bored. Anyway, while looking for photos to use I found some of the ones of marie at the dandys and using scrapblog (all of the banners I make use images from there) I found these lovely fantasy things, and they fit sooo awesomely. I want to do something more with them, but need to go to bed, so maybe in the morning, if I still feel like it.
And that is the banner. I think I still like the old one better, but I wanted a change, so this one is staying put for now. I may change it again soon. Who knows.
I finished the book and all I can say is wow. I think that a lot of the reason that I enjoyed it was the honesty of it. There are so many books that just don’t seem to have honest endings; they have cop outs that give everyone a happy ending that just doesn’t seem to fit. I always hate it when they do that. Do they think that their readers won’t be able to deal with it, or can they just not bear to do that to their characters? It’s just like what they did to the northern lights and it drives me nuts.
The night angel trilogy was amazing because it never did that. The book had some really dark parts, parts that never got explained, and some really sad bits. Yes I did cry, the book was very sad, and I predicted most of the ending as well, though oddly that did not annoy me. The book was honest, the author did not try hard to avoid cliché as so many do (and inevitably just make it worse.) I think that is what made the book great.
I liked how I could believe in the characters. I liked the amazing lines and how power and love corrupted and turned good characters into rapists and mass murderers. I think he had the most successful use of prophesy I’ve seen in a while. I loved how it all made sense and didn’t give anything away.
I loved the line it came down to. Seriously awesome, and something you might actually say. Whatever. Awesome book. I demand you read it, and I demand you ship and don’t take the obvious choices. I also demand you play guess the royalty and try to work out which of the males are or will be, or have been royalty.
READ IT!
9:44
*WARNING: This post was typed in Dvorak and likley will have realy bad typos.
I hate it when books do this to me. When they are awesome and I fall in love with the characters, and then they shatter everything. Arrrrrrrrg it happened with Lupin and Tonks. And it just happened again. AHETNEHTNOEA I just want to scream, Dude Brent Weeks is a brilliant, horrible evil man. That was done so damn well. I don't think it could be any more shattering. I want to know what happens but I can't cause I'm so Arrrrrrrrrrggg!
I hate it when authors do this to me.
10:06
It took me along time to type this.
I'm at 8 WPM atm
I was writing random stuff today, practicing my typing. I have no idea what it was realy about but I found writing with such slow speeds intresting. This is what I wrote. I also found a program that tracks your speed while you write in word. 9 wpm.
What have I become? I try with all I Have but still it is destroyed. When I think of what I have done and what my intentions were it is hard to recognize the two paths that I see before me. I intend to protect my family and find in my absence their houses burnt and cattle stolen, I seek to heal and find I poison. The flowers I love wilt and die even as I water them. Is it my fate? Is it my fate to watch my intentions shattered by fortune or fate or ill will?
I wish that I could change my lot. I wish that there was a spell or some power that could change what I think of as fate into...
It only took an entire ad to write this. At least it wasn't the entire add break.
Apparently I type five words per minute. That seems very slow. I want to be faster. This is both very fun and freaking frustrating.
I have no idea if anyone is intrested in this at all, and mostly I am typing this in order to practice, but I shall be documenting my progress here. Likely the the the the the posts will get longer as I get more comfortable with layout. God that took a long time to write. I want to be able to write as fast as I think.
I did another typing test. I got seven words per minute this time. It seemed easyer this time. I have a fair idea of letters like aoeuidhtns well the home row anyway. Also I think I'm O.K with l,m and f as well as the full stop and comma. Yay.
Good night.
I had another one of those dreams the other day, one of those ones that demand to be writen. It made less sence than some of the others that always insist on bugging me, but it had enough of a plot and some characters who struck me. But anyway, I figured I might do a listing of those dreams that need to be written, so that they bug me more. Which I don't realy want, but hell maybe this will satisfy them?
Sometimes I wish my imagination was less inventive, or at least less insistant that I turn every dream into a novel.
So here are the dreams I need to write, with a short (I hope) description, a few of my most vividly remembered scenes, and whatever other details I stick in.
The most recent dream which has not been named yet.
Not sure where exactly this one started. I know there was alot of the start which has completely evaporated from my memory. I was engaged to a man who I was completely in love with. I know that much, I completely adored him, and had known I would marry him for years. Anyway, we had finally gotten engaged, and where going to be married in a year. But I started being odd, having realllly bad mood swings, and I mean realy bad, to the point of losing control of my actions completely. I also started to have a feeling that it was something to do with my grandfather.
In this world each little setlement had a guardian who had magical? power, and defended the setlement, or sought to extend its powers by defeating neigboring guardians and taking their magic, wich was symbolised by a stone. Apparently anyone who had this power is somehow bound to the mountains/cliff faces, and as you move further from your own you get weaker, making gaining more power very dangerous.
Anyway, it got to the point where I knew I had to talk to my grandfather, and my fience insisted on coming with me. We climbed the mountain/cliff face (I'm realy unsure of which it was) it was realy beautiful, but the higher we got, the narrower the path became. There wher seventeen levels, which where flatter areas where my grandfather grazed his goats, or grew vegetables, or whatever. On one there was a realy beautiful waterfall and a pool, surounded by trees. We got to the point where the path was realy narrow, and I was freaking apparently afraid of heights. I decided to talk to my grandfather alone.
When he saw me he reacted by swearing atrociously, telling me that I should not have come, and then softening and telling me that I should have sent 'my boy' up and waited on a lower level. I told him why I had come and he got all cold on me again. Eventualy he told me that I was inheriting the stone thing, which I was somewhat happy about, but he was horrified. I found out why when he told me it would ruin my life. I couldn't marry. I would be bound to the mountain, it would be years becore I could visit the town and I wouldn't be myself when I did. "Mood swings are nothing." He also told me that my boy would marry someone else, but that he loved me, so his life was ruined as well, he'd never be happy, and eventualy he would come to me, and I better damn well do the right thing.
I was very upset, and my grandfather explained the rest of what I needed to know, and then gave me the damned stone. And told me I was the first woman guardian in a couple of decades. "Congratulations, your now chief midwife of the whole of everywhere. Don't bloody know why, but try to act the part." great. thanks. He told me he was going to seek another stone, and then he left. My boy came up eventualy, and I told him about what had happened, and cried alot.
He left and told everyone what had happened. He also tried to insist on getting married to me, which resulted on my mother visiting me on the top level (I couldn't go down at all) and telling me 50 reasons why I shouldn't make him marry me. Including the point of me living on a mountain. She left, and I told him the wedding was off.
Skip a few years, and some realy terrible emotional adjustments, and I can now travel all over the mountain freely. I havn't seen my boy in 3 years. I get bored, ALOT. And content myself by building things on the different levels. Because I can't leave the mountain, the only people who I get to see are pregnant women who come to me for advice. They have told me all about my boys wife, who I knew vaugley, and who EVERYONE likes, which of cource just makes me like her less. Shes all politicly involved, and clever and pretty and I hate her. Anyway, shes already had two kids but didn't come to me. She only comes to me cause she thinks something is wrong. My boy stays a way down the mountain.
She had a baby boy, who was born horribly deformed (that image is bloody haunting me) and he wasn't breathing, and she was crying at me to save him. And it was horrible because I knew I could. I was about to, and then it hit me that the boy would never walk, that he would be completely dependant on his parents, that his brain had been damaged by the time hed spent deprived of oxygen, and that he would be a trap for his parents and for himself. So I let him die, cause I knew as much as his parents might hate me for letting him die, they would hate me more when they realised what it cost them to have him live.
We cried on eachothers shoulders and I realised I didn't hate her so much. I went down a level and collected my man, and it was horrible cause I was all guilty and so was he. He looked after her and they left. But he came back, and we talked alot. He helped me off the mountain for the first time, and it went ok till I lost control and turned into some kind of animal and lost my mind and when running back. But he came back again and told me I should try and heal my relationship with his wife because she would be a great ally.
(Ah crap, I fail at the short bit) Well things went brilliantly because I manged to get pregnant to him. Whoot. Ah fuck. My grandfather turned up and went off at me for being a complete idiot. He then disapeared promptly. I realised that I'd have to give the child up, and knew I had to give it to them to raise. I went down the mountain by myself and told them, and his wife amazingly agreed to raise the child, though there was some serious spite in her eyes.
And then when He was helping me back to the mountain, theres this salesman, who claims to be christopher tolkien, who was selling 'new' tolkien books. I had an argument with him about the difference between his father writing stuff and him writing stuff. Then I picked up a book and discovered that it was the lord of the rings, but only books one and 6, and in the middle instead of the rest of the books are the words "And stuff happens." I dropped the book and punched him in the jaw, and then went to punch him again and he bloody caught my puches which was so wrong, I had the gem. OH CRAP. He's a freaking guardian, he must have taken the powers from somewhere else, cause hes more powerful than me. In fact hes beating the shit out of me. Opps. Also: WAKE UP TIME. Arg. Now I need to work out what happens. Damn it.
Also, I need sleep so am going to bed, I'll continue what will probably be an insanely long post tomorrow.
I had another one of those dreams the other day, one of those ones that demand to be writen. It made less sence than some of the others that always insist on bugging me, but it had enough of a plot and some characters who struck me. But anyway, I figured I might do a listing of those dreams that need to be written, so that they bug me more. Which I don't realy want, but hell maybe this will satisfy them?
Sometimes I wish my imagination was less inventive, or at least less insistant that I turn every dream into a novel.
So here are the dreams I need to write, with a short (I hope) description, a few of my most vividly remembered scenes, and whatever other details I stick in.
The most recent dream which has not been named yet.
Not sure where exactly this one started. I know there was alot of the start which has completely evaporated from my memory. I was engaged to a man who I was completely in love with. I know that much, I completely adored him, and had known I would marry him for years. Anyway, we had finally gotten engaged, and where going to be married in a year. But I started being odd, having realllly bad mood swings, and I mean realy bad, to the point of losing control of my actions completely. I also started to have a feeling that it was something to do with my grandfather.
In this world each little setlement had a guardian who had magical? power, and defended the setlement, or sought to extend its powers by defeating neigboring guardians and taking their magic, wich was symbolised by a stone. Apparently anyone who had this power is somehow bound to the mountains/cliff faces, and as you move further from your own you get weaker, making gaining more power very dangerous.
Anyway, it got to the point where I knew I had to talk to my grandfather, and my fience insisted on coming with me. We climbed the mountain/cliff face (I'm realy unsure of which it was) it was realy beautiful, but the higher we got, the narrower the path became. There wher seventeen levels, which where flatter areas where my grandfather grazed his goats, or grew vegetables, or whatever. On one there was a realy beautiful waterfall and a pool, surounded by trees. We got to the point where the path was realy narrow, and I was freaking apparently afraid of heights. I decided to talk to my grandfather alone.
When he saw me he reacted by swearing atrociously, telling me that I should not have come, and then softening and telling me that I should have sent 'my boy' up and waited on a lower level. I told him why I had come and he got all cold on me again. Eventualy he told me that I was inheriting the stone thing, which I was somewhat happy about, but he was horrified. I found out why when he told me it would ruin my life. I couldn't marry. I would be bound to the mountain, it would be years becore I could visit the town and I wouldn't be myself when I did. "Mood swings are nothing." He also told me that my boy would marry someone else, but that he loved me, so his life was ruined as well, he'd never be happy, and eventualy he would come to me, and I better damn well do the right thing.
I was very upset, and my grandfather explained the rest of what I needed to know, and then gave me the damned stone. And told me I was the first woman guardian in a couple of decades. "Congratulations, your now chief midwife of the whole of everywhere. Don't bloody know why, but try to act the part." great. thanks. He told me he was going to seek another stone, and then he left. My boy came up eventualy, and I told him about what had happened, and cried alot.
He left and told everyone what had happened. He also tried to insist on getting married to me, which resulted on my mother visiting me on the top level (I couldn't go down at all) and telling me 50 reasons why I shouldn't make him marry me. Including the point of me living on a mountain. She left, and I told him the wedding was off.
Skip a few years, and some realy terrible emotional adjustments, and I can now travel all over the mountain freely. I havn't seen my boy in 3 years. I get bored, ALOT. And content myself by building things on the different levels. Because I can't leave the mountain, the only people who I get to see are pregnant women who come to me for advice. They have told me all about my boys wife, who I knew vaugley, and who EVERYONE likes, which of cource just makes me like her less. Shes all politicly involved, and clever and pretty and I hate her. Anyway, shes already had two kids but didn't come to me. She only comes to me cause she thinks something is wrong. My boy stays a way down the mountain.
She had a baby boy, who was born horribly deformed (that image is bloody haunting me) and he wasn't breathing, and she was crying at me to save him. And it was horrible because I knew I could. I was about to, and then it hit me that the boy would never walk, that he would be completely dependant on his parents, that his brain had been damaged by the time hed spent deprived of oxygen, and that he would be a trap for his parents and for himself. So I let him die, cause I knew as much as his parents might hate me for letting him die, they would hate me more when they realised what it cost them to have him live.
We cried on eachothers shoulders and I realised I didn't hate her so much. I went down a level and collected my man, and it was horrible cause I was all guilty and so was he. He looked after her and they left. But he came back, and we talked alot. He helped me off the mountain for the first time, and it went ok till I lost control and turned into some kind of animal and lost my mind and when running back. But he came back again and told me I should try and heal my relationship with his wife because she would be a great ally.
(Ah crap, I fail at the short bit) Well things went brilliantly because I manged to get pregnant to him. Whoot. Ah fuck. My grandfather turned up and went off at me for being a complete idiot. *EDIT* I begged him to tell me how I could give up the powers. And he told me, that I would have to give them to the person in the village who had the most pottential power. And then he told me that it was my man. So I was absolutly trapped. Give it up and ruin his life? His kids lives? We had been traped from the start. Either he would have the power or I would. *EDIT* He then disapeared promptly. I realised that I'd have to give the child up, and knew I had to give it to them to raise. I went down the mountain by myself and told them, and his wife amazingly agreed to raise the child, though there was some serious spite in her eyes.
And then when He was helping me back to the mountain, theres this salesman, who claims to be christopher tolkien, who was selling 'new' tolkien books. I had an argument with him about the difference between his father writing stuff and him writing stuff. Then I picked up a book and discovered that it was the lord of the rings, but only books one and 6, and in the middle instead of the rest of the books are the words "And stuff happens." I dropped the book and punched him in the jaw, and then went to punch him again and he bloody caught my puches which was so wrong, I had the gem. OH CRAP. He's a freaking guardian, he must have taken the powers from somewhere else, cause hes more powerful than me. In fact hes beating the shit out of me. Opps. Also: WAKE UP TIME. Arg. Now I need to work out what happens. Damn it.
Also, I need sleep so am going to bed, I'll continue what will probably be an insanely long post tomorrow.
Yes, added a crucial bit which I knew but somehow forgot. Whoot.
