They are the times when you go somewhere far away from your normal life and distractions and get closer to God. Often during these experiences we learn who we are, who God is, and what we should do with our lives. But, when we come down from the mountain, we forget what God told us and soon fall back into the patterns we were used to before we left.
Every year, when I go away, I experience a spiritual high of sorts. I hear God speak as I spend time with him far away from my normal life which is buzzing with distractions. But when I come home, all those lessons are forgotten and I return to my usual patterns of life. I know it is the same for most people, but that doesn’t make it any less of a disheartening occasion. I desperately want to change, but I just can’t seem to find the motivation to do so since I’m back in a familiar environment that just urges me to keep doing what I was doing.
Just last week, for the second year in a row after coming home from my experience, I remembered a quote from The Silver Chair that I think speaks to this situation. (In all honesty, the entire book speaks to the Mountaintop Experience, but I won’t quote it all here)
“Here on the mountain I have spoken to you clearly: I will not do so down in Narnia. Here on the mountain, the air is clear and your mind is clear; as you drop down into Narnia, the air will thicken. Take great care that it does not confuse your mind.” -Aslan
Don’t let the busyness of everyday life distract you from what is important: from what you were shown on the mountaintop. As Aslan also says in this chapter, “remember the Signs. Say them to yourself when you wake in the morning and when you lie down at night, and when you wake in the middle of the night.”
Don’t forget. Don’t despair. Keep trying.
This is a lesson I’m still trying to learn, and I know it’s going to be a hard time for me to try to break the old habits and turn out the better from my experiences, but this time I’m relying on God and not myself.
God bless, have a great day, and thanks for reading:)
Now for the third songfiction. This is based off of the song “Steady as She Goes”, the third song on Sky Sailing’s album “An Airplane Carried Me to Bed”. Despite my dislike for first person present tense, I figured this one would sound best in that style.
Anyway, read it (if you dare), and I will be back in a few days!
I wake up at daybreak, my alarm clock going off beside my bed. My eyes open with a start, even though my body is a tad slower. Dust motes float in the golden beam of sunlight peeking beneath the ragged blinds of the only window in my room. I grin in anticipation as I realize what today is. Excitement pulls me out of that bed. I don’t bother making it. I have no need for it.
No more nightmares. Sweet dreams for as long as I can foresee. Storms are turning to fair weather.
I load my bags into the trunk of my car, completely forgetting to eat breakfast. I had left everything I knew behind, chasing vain dreams: a voyage that had left me stranded, but finally, I am returning. The ship is returning to port, fresh breezes pulling at twice mended sails, stale ropes creaking, but alive with the promise of the return. Life has thrown so much at me, yet here I am: still alive.
Taking a deep breath, I start the car and pull out of the driveway. All my belongings are packed in the trunk and I am ready to never see this old apartment again. I turn the radio on and the long highway stretches out before me towards the horizon. As the song that I hardly recognize fills up my ears, my mind turns towards the friends and family who are anticipating my return.
Rachel is back home waiting for me. The thought of her brings a smile to my lips. It is barely morning, the sun still not fully suspended in the sky. long shadows are falling away to the west, pointing my way back home, but she is most likely awake and worrying about my safety. I hope her thoughts are on me even as mine are on her.
On the passenger seat, propped against one of my bags, I had placed the book she had let me borrow last time I visited. I had enjoyed it, even if the only reason I had done so was because she had recommended it. i can not recall the plot line of the book, only that I had thought of her with every turning of the page.
Next to the book, spilling out of the broken zipper of my backpack, is a picture in a simple wooden frame that is more valuable to me than anything. I am standing next to a young woman wearing a graduation cap and gown, holding her diploma above a radiant smile. Sarah had just made her debut on stage, fulfilling her dreams of being an actress on Broadway. This will be my first time seeing my little sister since then. I am so proud of her, and have looked forward to seeing her ever since. We had encouraged her, her angelic voice filling up our home as she practiced, the voice that will fill many theaters in the years to come. Our parents had mailed me a letter filled with newspaper clippings, and I knew we were not the only ones who believed her to be the best. I wonder where both of us would have been without our parents’ encouragement.
If it wasn’t for them, I wouldn’t be coming back.
My thoughts are elsewhere, but I leave my concentration on the road as the radio plays song after song that I can barely distinguish over the sound of the tires eating up the distance between here and there. I sign proclaims my passing from one state to the next. One less state line between me and those I love. They are always in my heart, and even if I do not tell them that enough, it is one of my most recurring thoughts.
A memory flashes behind my eyes of Rachel and me. We had taken a walk once over the beach, the crashing waves crowned with white, drowning out the words we were trying to say to each other. So we looked into each other’s eyes and kept our thoughts to ourselves. We would try to read each other’s minds (with unsuccessful results), but there is one thing she knows. I’m dying to see her again.
The sun rises and sets over my journey, and I soon see a long familiar country road. i new chapter of my life is starting and I am on my way to a better life, although I do not know what lies out there. This ship might be putting into port, but it is about to head out again on a grander adventure. The seas can change, the tides will turn, but so long as she remains steady, the ship can handle anything.
Hello and welcome to my second songfiction! If you don’t know what a songfic is, I explained it in my previous post, and if that didn’t help anything, maybe google it or leave a comment that I will get to in a week and three days when I get back from my “vacation”.
Titled “Brielle” this is the second song off of the album “An Airplane Carried Me to Bed” by Sky Sailing of which Captains of the Sky is the first song (seeing a pattern here yet…hm?)
He lifted his pen from the paper, thinking about the words he was trying to write. There was so much he wanted to say. So much he couldn’t say. So much he was scared to say.
He sighed and looked at the blank page before him with eyes brimming with tears. Why had he waited so long to write?
He picked up the small photograph that sat next to the letter, on the crate he was using as a table. Bringing it close, he saw the familiar face of Brielle.
I am sailing away, recalling that day miles from shore…
It had been the last time he saw her. They had been young, and carefree…He had teased her about her dress. It was an old thing, white and robin’s egg blue, and had belonged to her grandmother. She wore it in the picture, the muted colors white under the glare of the sun. If he cupped his hand over the small photo, he was able to see her face. Her dark locks framed her heart shaped face and her beautiful sea green eyes stared at him, creased in laughter.
Finally, he knew what to say.
Only whispers can tell of the sweet dreams that we knew so well…
They had spent many hours together, before he had left on this seemingly endless journey. As the ship swayed beneath him on the rolling waves, he wrote, reminding her of all they had said. Sharing their dreams. Sharing their memories. Planning their future.
The frozen days we set ablaze send me drifting away…
Before she had come, he had felt so alone. His days were colorless and meaningless. He trudged from one pointless day to the next. There were so many dark thoughts he had had in those desolate nights, those frozen days where he felt numb. Then Brielle came along, bringing a splash of color; melting his heart and giving him a reason to live.
Like a butterfly you floated by and now you’re alone…
How much he wished he had not left. Wanting to see the world, he had enlisted, not knowing that a certain girl would steal his heart weeks before he had to leave. Like a butterfly, his heart beat for her. He had asked her to come along, but she told him no. He continued writing, finally sealing the letter with a promise.I’ll sail home again…
Strolling over the sand and cobblestone paths that wind through the trees…
The ship sailed into port, giving the sailors a respite from the rollicking wind and waves. The letter was sealed, and the sailor was the first to step off the vessel, his feet meeting the cobblestone paths of the small village built near the sand, on the edge of a forest. It reminded him of a place so familiar, but yet so different. Born for the sea in an oceanside village similar to this one, he had naturally felt the call of strange lands. But now, how he wound up here was anyone’s guess.
Breathing the sweet forest air makes the bluebird aware that she could be free…
He strolled across the sandy dunes towards the forest. A bird fluttered and chirped overhead. He smelled it too. The sweet aroma of pines, once again reminding him of home, and of the freedom he had desired. A gust of wind pushed at his back, hastening his steps. The same bird he had heard overhead swooped down in a flash of blue plumage. He held out the letter and the small songbird took it, flying off into the breeze.
I wish I knew when I’ll be back again…
He waited until he could no longer see the bird. Only then did he return to the village and his voyage. He was beginning to count the months and days until his service was over. Adventure was beginning to lose its flavor, reminding him that soon he would be able to return home.
But until then I wish you well…
The ship sailed away–off towards another destination, led by the untraceable tides of wind and time, fueled by adventure. The sailor stood upon the prow of the boat, scanning the watery horizon for a sign of land, his dark hair blowing in the breeze.
So until then I wish you well…
He thought of Brielle. He wished her all the happiness in the world…and all the hope. Hope was what they needed as they waited see each other again. Inhaling a breath made of salt and breeze, he sighed into the wind. Echoing the closing line of his letter, a statement he had made many times before but was only just beginning to mean, he whispered towards home…
I love you my darling, farewell…
The sun set, dousing the world in darkness but for the stars and the moon, newly reborn. They shone down upon the faces of two lovers separated by seas, continents, and time—but united, if only by something as small as hope.
There’s a handwritten note pressed in the door of her screened in porch…
Well, what did you think?
this is my favorite of my songfics, but don’t tell the rest that because then they’ll think I’m showing favoritism
Today I shall be sharing a songfiction (a short story based off of a song) with all of you. Titled “Captains of the Sky” this is based off of the song “Captains of the Sky” by Sky Sailing (aka Owl City aka Adam Young).
It’s a good song, you should listen to it and then read my songfic 🙂
The sun rose bright and early, setting the world into motion, and the boy awoke with it, flinging himself out of bed. Dashing to the window, he saw the fields across the street and inhaled, feeling his heart beginning to race. The light had not yet banished the shadows from his small room. The silhouettes of model airplanes danced on the green papered wall. Not taking the time to change out of his pajamas, he grabbed the few things he needed, and flew down the steps, nearly falling before he grabbed the railing.
Slamming doors and fleeing feet brought him to her house. She was waiting for him in her driveway, clothed in her pajamas. Having just woken up herself, her face was bright as it reflected the rosy rays of the sun. “Look!” the boy exclaimed, pointing upwards breathlessly.
The girl followed his gaze, her mouth open wide in amazement. Sailboats flew through the air far overhead. “That’s where your dad is?”
The boy nodded vigorously. “I’m going to join him up there!” He dashed away before the girl knew what he was doing and grabbed her bike. The girl stared at him as as he strapped on his helmet and goggles, which he had grabbed from his room. “Ben!” she cried in alarm as he put his hands on the handlebars and his feet to the pedals. “What are you doing?”
“There’s magic in the air, can’t you feel it?” he whispered, pausing momentarily, but before she could respond he took off. In moments he was airborne, the bicycle propelled with what could only be magic. His laughter rang throughout the valley. The girl dashed to the end of the driveway, not wishing to be left behind. He remained in the air for only a short amount of time before he came back, pedals whirling.
Smiling, he held his hand out to her, the bike hovering only inches from the blades of grass. Nervous, but not willing to be scared, she took his hand and squealed as he ascended into the sky with her in his arms. The cool summer wind stung her cheeks, filling her lungs with the smell of pine and the taste of lemon. Her short brown hair flew behind her, tickling the boy’s freckled nose. Below them, the town, like a map, spread out for miles in all directions. It was impossible to tell which houses were their own as they looked down upon the roofs.
Pedaling faster, the boy propelled them into the nearest cloud. Delightedly, the girl took handfuls of the clouds, and blew, spreading the fluffy substance around, small bits coming to land on her nose and in her hair, dampening them with the water inside. She turned around to see the boy, ready to throw some cloud into his face, but she found he was no longer on the bike. “Ben!”
“I’m building a hangar!” he replied. She saw that he was in the cloud right below hers, molding the clouds with his hands and his breath, creating a runway. Laughing, she fitted her feet to the pedals, brought the bike down next to him, and began to help. Above, the sailboats and airplanes continued to soar, not knowing of the two children who had just discovered the magic of flight.
This was not the first time the two friends had attempted to fly. The first time was a long time ago, at the beginning of their friendship. Ben had shown her his room, and proceeded to fold a paper airplane that matched one of his models. “I can fly too,” he bragged after throwing the paper plane across the room, watching it soar across invisible air currents, finally taking flight out of the window and into the sky. “Will you try with me?” he asked, and she had decided to come.
Standing at the top of the staircase, they both jumped, following his instructions. They were airborne for a moment, several moments which gave her the hope that they might just be able to soar right out of the front door and follow the airplane, but it was only a second before they crashed to the kitchen floor, their moment of triumph crushed, but she knew Ben never gave up hope that he could fly again someday. He practiced every day since then, trying to jump off various tall items, or riding his bike as fast as he could down the road, like an airplane down a runway. He chased every strand of magic in the hope that it would bring him his dream, but to no avail. Not until today.
Now the two of them were airborne, blowing the clouds around their hangar. The girl took the bike back down to her house, slipped in through her bedroom window, and grabbed a ream of paper. They spent that sweet summer afternoon sitting on a cloud, folding paper airplanes which they sent off into the distance. They whispered words into them, hoping the strangers who received them would be encouraged by them when they found the small planes sitting on the back porch or the windowsill.
Night descended and they had no intentions of returning home. The cloud had taken them across the valley, and the new view showed them the mountains that were no longer purple. Now they could see the trees growing upon the rocky slopes and the flocks of birds soaring beneath them.
Birds flocked to their hangar. Ben, in a spirit of recklessness decided he was going to join them. The girl barely protested, and watched from the edge of the cloud as he jumped into the air, a mile from the ground, and soared with the birds, his arms outstretched, touching the bright blue wings of the birds beside him. In minutes, he had her joining him, laughing together as the currents of wind took them across the sky, silhouetted against the stars. Soaring up and up, the girl felt certain she could touch them. “I’ll get you one,” Ben promised, almost reading her mind.
He spread his arms like wings and soared higher, his hands folding around a tiny diamond of light, plucking it from the expansive garden of night. Flying back, he presented his gift to the girl. It was no bigger than a daisy, and shaped just like one. She tucked it in her hair and they returned to the cloud.
The morning dawned, the birds flew high, and joined them on their cloud, lifting their voices in song—a beautiful song that the children echoed with their voices. Crawling to the edge of the cloud on their stomachs, they found they were just above their street. They saw their mothers in their yards, and they waved at them. “We should go back down,” she told him.
Ben was in the middle of folding an airplane, his hands frozen upon the center fold. His eyes were looking into the sky. “I’d rather be here,” he told her.
She placed a hand on his. “We’re captains of the sky now. We can come up here whenever we want.”
Giving a sigh of agreement, he took the last piece of paper and folded it meticulously. He whispered in it a soft message, meant for only one person, and sent it off into the sky. It flew up and up into the mass of ships. The magic that had befriended the two children took it exactly where it needed to go.
As the last of the ships passed the horizon, a bicycle carried a boy and a girl down to the ground, to the embraces of their mothers, and a father received a message, wishing him well upon his adventure.
So, I hope you all liked that!
Let me know in the comments if you enjoyed and you want me to post my other songfics (there’s more where this came from). Though you don’t have a choice. Muahaha
Today I leave to go work on support staff at White Sulpher Springs for two weeks (Well, a little more than that). I will be gone until the 24th, and therefore will not be responding to comments or any other type of internet fueled communication. I will be posting more songfics over the next few weeks (yay for scheduling), so look forward to those 🙂
I used to love shopping, but recently I have begun to despise it because it takes too much time; time that I could be spending writing or thinking about writing or another method of procrastination.
But, over the course of the last month or so, I have been shopping a few times and I discovered two stores that I really wish I had encountered a while ago.
Just like with my previous post, Two Amazing Things I Discovered This Week, everyone is probably aware of these stores’ existence, most likely have been there a couple of times, and it’s just me who is uncultured because I never go shopping.
So the first store I discovered was Hot Topic. I had heard about it, mostly on the internet, though one friend had recommended it to me.
My sister decided to go to the mall and I came along, packing a book or two just to make sure I wasn’t bored. It must have been May 2nd because that’s when I started reading Paper Towns. She was looking for a dress. I was looking for something anything that was less than ten dollars (no luck there). The mall is just too dang expensive and I don’t understand why girls would even want to wear half the stuff I saw.
Then, as we were walking around Abercrombie and Fitch or Aeropostale or <insert clothing store name that starts with an “A”>, I happened to see Hot Topic just down the hall. I went in, passing a rack of graphic tees and tanks, the one on the front saying “Panic! At the Disco”, and fell in love.
There was Harry Potter merch in the front of the store: Hogwarts house tanks, Fantastic Beasts necklaces, mugs, pants, and other things. Then I soon found the Doctor Who section, and in the very back there were the band tees. I couldn’t decide which Twenty One Pilots shirt I preferred (there were maybe five styles). The interior was dark and small and they played “Death of a Bachelor”, among other songs that you never hear on the radio. I eventually had to leave, but I returned and finally decided on and bought a TØP shirt.
The second store I discovered was Barnes and Noble. I went there on Mother’s Day with a friend. I absolutely loved walking in and seeing all the books. I know a lot of people talk about smelling books, but I honestly don’t think that books have a smell. Sorry for being a bad bookworm
I wanted to sit there all day and just read all the books. Maybe buy one or two. In the end I bought a book, Made You Up, because I decided to indulge myself instead of doing the usual two hours of research and finding references before I make a purchase. I finally read it two days ago. It was pretty good and from what I understand is a good representation of schizophrenia, not to mention that the cover is beautiful. I did write a review on it, but it’s not all that great because I only spent fifteen minutes on it before I had to leave for work. And….just a little thing that made me happy….on the receipt, they had a list of books that you might like if you enjoyed the book you bought. I’m hanging onto it with the plans of eventually checking out those other books.
And the bags have the first lines of classic novels and beautiful black and white illustrations.
So, now I shall end this post saying that I am no longer fully uncultured and that I shall look forward to going shopping again at these stores.
I AM NO LONGER FULLY UNCULTURED AND I LOOK FORWARD TO SHOPPING AGAIN
Thank you for reading, wonderful person.
Let me know if there’s another fandom or bookish store that I should check out.
If you’re human, you’ve probably doubted yourself before. You’ve stood in front of the mirror, calling yourself ugly, wondering how anyone could possibly love you. You’ve hid from your friends, doubting if they really care about you like how you care about them. Repetitive thoughts assail you, reminding you that you think you’re worthless, ugly, or unloved.
I can’t remember the statistics, but the amount of people suffering from depression is crazy, and depression is only one of the few mental afflictions out there.
In honor of May being Mental Health Awareness Month, I have compiled a list of a few things that I have found helpful in keeping myself mentally healthy (with a little bit of physical health thrown in, even as much as I’d like to deny it).
Disclaimer: I am no expert. There. That’s all you need to know.
So, here is the list:
Sleep. Yes, this is the best thing for you. If you are stressing about something, I recommend going to bed early and don’t worry about it until the morning.
Trust your friends. Doubting what they tell you, especially their compliments, really hurts you by causing you to learn to doubt yourself and everyone around you in the process.
Eat breakfast. it’s good for you. I don’t care what that random relative/health fanatic told you. They lied.
If you’re going out someplace and are socially anxious like me, wear something you feel completely comfortable in. Sure that one outfit might look super cute, but if it makes you feel uncomfortable, it’s best to stick with t-shirt and jeans (or whatever else you always wear).
Don’t diet or starve yourself. First off, it makes you gain weight because when you eat again your body stores it away as fat in case of another period of not eating, and second off ‘die’ is in the word ‘diet’. If you really want to lose weight, exercise is the best route.
Smile. It has been scientifically proven that smiling makes you feel happier, and it also makes everyone else who sees you feel a little more happy.
Sarcasm. This is a personal revelation so I don’t know if others can relate, but I think sarcasm is the sixth love language. I only use it when I feel comfortable with the person I’m talking to, so when someone uses sarcasm on me, I feel some sort of platonic connection.
Don’t procrastinate (preaching to the choir, I know. I know). Instead, do whatever you’re supposed to do and give yourself little breaks to do your procrastinating activities, whether it be pinterest or cookies. Or both 🙂
Whenever you see your reflection in the mirror, make sure to tell yourself how pretty you are. Sure, a lot of us would like to have brains over beauty, but it doesn’t hurt to have both and it starts with you feeling comfortable in your own skin.
Extrovert. Go out with your friends. Talk to that one person at work or church you really want to get to know better. (this is me steeling my nerves. I’ve been wanting to talk to this person for at least two years now…)
Keep a diary. When you get angry or frustrated with other people it helps you if you write about it, therefore basically having the opportunity to vent but not doing it to that person’s face or involving a friend in your discord.
Don’t get worked up over your crush. There are better things to devote your time and mental energy to. Fries before guys. Cake before potential dance partners (yes. I danced with a cake at prom)
Don’t be ashamed about how many donuts you can eat or how many slices of pizza you can devour in one sitting. Food is great and people who don’t eat it are on a one way track to starvation and depression.
Read instead of spending time on social media.
Stay hydrated. yes. this is one of those physical health tips, but seeing as how your mind and body are connected, it helps, especially if you’re often exhausted and don’t feel like doing anything.
Last but not least, get closer to God. Even if you only have time to pray before you go to bed, do it. You may have a lot of friends, but God is the best friend you can possibly have, and he’s always there for you, no matter how long you ignore him and no matter how many other people he has to talk to as well.
Thanks for taking the time to read this post. I hope there was something in there that can help you 🙂
Also, as an important side note, you should probably seek out a professional if you are struggling with mental health.
Feel free to share some mental health tips of your own in the comments! I would love to see them 🙂
With you I have finished my childhood, and now I must move on in life. I will look back on you in fondness as the days when I could just sit back and imagine what it was like to grow up, when I would complain about having to do schoolwork and wonder why anyone would even want to go to college, but this is the end. I’m not coming back. I’m saying goodbye.
I won’t miss all the hours spent crying over algebra or the forced literature guides or the callus on my ring finger from having handwritten so many three-point paragraphs. I won’t miss required reading for history which gave me an intense dislike for reading for a very long time.
I will miss the times exploring my interests, when I would draw people or dragons and turn them in as schoolwork, when I would write novels for NaNoWriMo and count that as english even though the finished products were absolute traitors to grammar. I will miss the freedom of homeschooling.
I feel like my love of learning came too late, and sometimes I wish I could do it all again just so I could actually appreciate everything my mother tried to teach me as an obstinate fifth grader. I would appreciate the literature guides, the essays, and the history lessons. Gosh, I’d probably even enjoy math (though there is no assurance that I wouldn’t cry again).
Despite these sentiments, I am glad to say I am finished. Hindsight is twenty/twenty, but the road of life only goes straight forward. Here is where we go separate ways, you to some other child who will probably hate you until it is time for you to go, and me to my future; wherever that leads.
But know this:
If it wasn’t for you, I never would have made it this far.
Sorry for being really inconsistent with keeping up with my blog and posting on a regular schedule I bet no one missed me, so I might as well resume my posting starting off with what has been keeping me absent, and I’ll finish up with a question for all you wonderful people out there who read my blog!
Besides work, school, psychology exam (I passed!), preparing for the Goldstone Wood Fanart contest, chicken pox, life, and procrastinating in general, most of my time has gone towards working on my Camp Nano project. It’s unofficially titled “The Shark Story” even though, funnily enough, there are no sharks in my fantasy world (emphasis on fantasy).
The Shark Story is a novel that I’ve been writing off and on since I was thirteen. The main character is a boy named Piper (named before I realised that Piper is actually a girl’s name…) and he stows away on a ship and becomes a pirate. It follows him growing up as a pirate, and documenting the various choices he makes in his life, some good, some bad, and basically I don’t want to tell you any more or I’ll spoil the book.
Also, since I pants most of my novels, there isn’t much more to it than the basic plot (which was written down when I was fifteen and hasn’t changed much since), so I don’t have anything to spoil you with…
The question that is probably on your mind right now: If it’s about Piper and pirating and there aren’t any sharks in your obviously fantasy world, why is it called the Shark story?
Well, there is a secondary character who ties this story into my master series (see this page for more clarification because I’m not going to explain it here) and his name is Shark. Shark is short for something that I forget. I’ve been avoiding the story he first showed up in for a reason. Also, I love my secondary characters so much, it’s no surprise that I would name an entire novel after one of them.
Now, the next question you should be asking is: How is it going?
Heheh…not well. You would think that when I was ill with the chicken pox earlier in the month and therefore free from college attendance and working I would have spent more time on my writing. I can’t remember what I did with my time, but it wasn’t spent working on my nano project. I lowered my wordcount from 50k to 30k and I’m at 18k right now and I’m scared that I might not finish.
And, because this is a rough draft, I can justify making up words and inserting notes in the document so I can boost my word count:
“Men, we have a mission to complete within the next two months. There is a fleet of ships from the country of Not Armilos (please think of name) that will be sailing through the western ocean…”
(I wouldn’t mind some imput on what to call the country because all of a sudden I can’t call it anything but Not Armilos in my head and it’s driving me nuts)
I know this is probably a boring post since I’m not really talking about plot or characters, but here’s some excellent cover art designed by my best friend, with a very unofficial title (though it is accurate, I guess).
So now for the fun(ish) stuff.
I’ve been wanting to write a serial story for some time, but I can’t decide if I’ll do one or not because I know I will never be able to live up to amazing stories like Tried and True or Blank Mastermind. I have a few ideas and was planning on asking you guys which story you wanted, but then I realised I need to find out if you even want me to do a serial story.
Just let me know what you think! I will listen to all your wonderful opinions.
Technically, I have had Fox in Socks for longer, but I’m not counting it on account of not being a novel. Johnny Tremain was a birthday present to me when I was nine or ten, and has been one of my favorites ever since. There’s even a crease in the cover from where I accidentally sat on it. Let’s just say that there were a lot of emotion when that happened…
2. What is your current read, your last read, and the book you’ll read next?
Current Read: Veiled Rose by Anne Elisabeth Stengl. It’s a reread, and I am realising just how much I miss The Tales of Goldstone Wood series. Eleven year old Leo is the best:)
Next Read: Les Mis. Maybe.But seeing as how I don’t plan any further than 10 hours in my future without having a nervous breakdown, this is not a definite. And seeing as how it has taken me nine months to get to 31%, we might be here for a while before I finish it.
My cousins loved it and I read it out of curiosity. It was my first Sci-fi novel, and I hated it. Ender is a terrible person, and so is basically everyone else in the book. If I were to reread it, I might like it more and would no longer hate it because of the Sci-fi element, but I don’t think anything can force me to like any of the characters.
4. What book do you keep telling yourself you’ll read, but you probably won’t?
I tried, folks. I tried. I’ve attempted at least five times, even got halfway once, but I don’t think it will ever happen.
5. What book are you saving for retirement?
Retirement? Seeing as how I don’t believe in this thing called planning, this is an irrelevant question. However, as soon as I’m eighteen, I will probably start reading the books in the Adult section at the library. I’m currently cautious around that section because I’m scared some adult is going to card me or something. Be proud of me, Adult family members who are concerned for my well-being: You will find me in the library, not in the tobacco store, exercising my right as an adult this November.
6. Last page: read it first, or wait ’til the end?
I used to have a bad habit of reading the last page, but I have recently broken it. I will only know what happens later in the book now if I accidentally flip to the wrong page or I accidentally stumble across someone’s review that isn’t labeled for spoilers but should be.
7. Acknowledgement: waste of paper and ink, or interesting aside?
I like them! I very rarely ever read everything in the acknowledgement seeing as how they are full of names I don’t know and tons of inside jokes, but I definitely appreciate the author putting them in there. I want to be in an acknowledgement someday. I want to write an acknowledgement someday. #writergoals
8. Which book character would you switch places with?
This is a very hard question. I like a lot of fictional characters, but wouldn’t necessarily want to become them… Maybe I’d switch with a Hufflepuff in Harry Potter (not Cedric Diggory though) or some character in Tales of Goldstone Wood.
I got it.
I”ll be Owen from The Secret Series. He’s my favorite character, and I would love to have his skills 🙂
9. Do you have a book that reminds you of something specific in your life? (Place, time, person?)
I envy people that can basically hide memories inside of books, but I just can’t. I tend to remember what I was writing during a specific time of my life. I can reread one of my old manuscripts and give a patchy description of what was going on in my life at the time. I can’t do the same with books.
10. Name a book that you acquired in an interesting way.
I’m too young to remember this, but once I tore a library book to shreds so after paying our fine, our family got to keep it, so now there’s a scotch-taped picture book version of The Little Red Hen on our bookshelf.
11. Have you ever given a book away for a special reason to a special person?
Last year I gave away my Lord of the Rings piano book (it counts as a book, right?) to my previous crush’s little brother. I’m pretty certain I just let him borrow it, but I can’t remember how I worded it (so he might just keep it forever). The reason I let him have it was because he loves playing piano and Lord of the Rings, and he’s a special person because he has a cool name.
12. Which book has been with you most places?
First place goes to my Bible. Second place goes to Johnny Tremain. I’m certain I brought that book everywhere. Though in more recent times, Les Mis wins, even though it’s on my kindle and where it goes, fifteen other books come as well, but I have definitely read it in the most places: at my driver’s test, at my grandparent’s house, at my aunts house, at co-op, at home…
13. Any “required reading” you hated in high school that wasn’t so bad two years later?
Well, seeing as how I’m still in highschool…I only really hated reading The Knight of the White Cross, and I’m fairly certain I will still hate it in two years time. It was terrible.
14. Used or brand new?
Brand New, though more often than not, I will get used books because they’re cheaper.
And physical books are way better than ebooks.
15. Have you ever read a Dan Brown book?
Nope. Have you?
16. Have you ever seen a movie you liked more than the book?
The Maze Runner, even though I actually haven’t finished reading the book, but I’ve gotten far enough to form an opinion.
17. Have you ever read a book that’s made you hungry, cookbooks included?