As the School Year Begins...

That title's not depressing at all, is it?

Hello all! This is a very short, very quick post just to say...that the summer is officially over. School (college, in my case) has begun and oh boy here we go! I'll be heading down to school again today (I commute, so it's about a 45 minute drive every day back and forth from school), the first of many days.

Needless to say, I'm going to be VERY busy these days. I'm taking 18 credits in this first semester alone, which is 9 classes (WHAT!!!!!) with varying amounts of credits. Two are zero credit. And so I'm not going to have as much time for this blog as I did over the summer. I will mainly be trying to keep up-to-date on Saturdays and Sundays, so if you comment and I don't respond for a while, please don't be mad at me! I WILL respond eventually, I promise! I might be a little late to see things both on my blog and other folks'. 

Well, that's it. That's all I have to say. Talk to you later, Auf Wiedersehen, Au Revoir, Vaarwel, Atsiprasau, Tchau, Mihi, Hwyl Fawr, Proschay, and Mar Sin Leat. Bonus points to anyone who can guess these languages! 

"Let us not say farewell--but as the French have it, au revoir!" 

Me going to school

Announcing...a book review!

It's taken me long enough to get this out there! I planned on writing a review as soon as I finished, but of course it took a little while longer. Anyhoo, here it is. My review of C.S.Lewis' The Space Trilogy (comprised of Out of the Silent Planet, Perelandra, and That Hideous Strength)! 

The Space Trilogy--C.S.Lewis 

And here's a great Lewis quote that I found, just as food for thought.

In terms of money...we have no money...

So remember back when I said I was car-shopping? Well, I was. Now I'm not anymore. The reason for this is, quite simply, that I finally BOUGHT a car! (Which is, along with purchasing college textbooks, why I have no money.) AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

What you say after buying a car and realizing that you finally don't have to spend hours searching online anymore.

Yes, I bought a car. Me, my dad, and my younger-but-taller brother drove out to Grand Rapids, almost 2 hours away, one Friday morning to a conference celebrating the anniversary of the Protestant Reformation (no offense meant to anyone who does not agree with Protestantism, but that's just where we went that morning) where we listened to a few sermons, wandered among book tables, and went to eat Burger King. (I had a grilled chicken sandwich, which I'd never had before and discovered was quite delicious.) Ahem.

After that, we drove down another hour to Kalamazoo, which is where we had seen a pretty good car listed on Craigslist. We test drove it, talked to the guy selling it (we prefer private party sellers), and it was pretty clear that I was going to buy it. And so...I counted out a great big pile of cash (bye-bye, savings account...), shook hands with the seller, and drove away. I drove that home while my dad drove his car. And my brother rode with me just cause. Then we stopped for dinner (at Arby's, which was super healthy after already eating fast food) and I drank something caffeinated, which may or may not have been good for me. Ah well, we made it home safe.

Oh yeah, you're probably thinking "Well, all of this is great, but what IS the car? What does it look like?" Well, it's a 2004 Chevrolet Impala and it's silver. It's a nice, not-too-small but not-too-big size, sturdy so that it won't fall over in a high wind, but small enough to get decent gas mileage.

Ok, so these are stock photos, but it's pretty much what the car looks like.

We were really thankful to find such a good deal. For the age of the car it is in extremely good condition, maybe a couple spots with surface rust but nothing worse, no mechanical (or whatever) problems, only 70,000 miles on it. And a decent price, when compared to similar vehicles. So yeah, I went to the Secretary of State (the sketchy one that's open on Saturdays) today and got my license plate. And I'm sure I'm understating everything--I mean, that was the biggest purchase I've ever made in my entire LIFE and probably the biggest until I have to buy my second car in hopefully over 10 years or a home someday. Kind of intimidating.

Anyway, just wanted to give an update on that situation. Don't worry, I'm really financially fine! Just like Dave Ramsey says, I paid cash for my car and didn't go into debt. And just so you know, I'm not "into" vehicles, so car posts are in no way going to become regular with me! :) Thanks for reading!

Thankfully I wasn't stuck with something like this...

What's up Doc?

Yeah, I know. Bugs Bunny. 

Hello there! I have been rather busy lately, running here and there, doing this and that, and thought that this post title was very accurate. It fits the hectic last-weeks-of-summer-break attitude that most of us have around here!
So, without further ado, here is what's up, Doc:

Writing: 

Uhhh...yep. I've been slacking off, of course. I did finish typing out the 2nd draft (I handwrite my first drafts, so this is the first typing) of my 5th book, which is chronologically the 1st prequel, but as I wrote it the 2nd prequel (yes, it's complicated). Also, I've been working a bit on the 1st draft of the 6th book, which is chronologically the 3rd prequel AND I'm writing it last. Ha. There's at least some semblance of order! Then working on editing the second book in my trilogy, which thankfully, needs I think a bit less editing than the first one and I'm about halfway through the first stage of editing. 

Reading: 

• Exiles by Jaye L. Knight (the fourth book of the Ilyon Chronicles). It was quite good! Thanks Natalie! (Read her latest post about it here) 
• That Hideous Strength by C.S.Lewis. This summer I read the other two books of the Space Trilogy and I need to finish it. 
• Other people's blog posts :D

BLOWING ALL MY MONEY ON BOOKS AAAAAAAGHHHH!

Ahem. Sorry about that. It's just that I discovered that for college, one must buy textbooks, and to buy textbooks, one must spend money. So I bought all 12-ish of my books and spent a grand total of $754.17.  Lemme say that again.  Seven hundred fifty-four dollars and seventeen cents. I mean, come on people! How expensive can schoolbooks be? At least I could borrow my brother's Amazon Prime for free shipping (at least for 8 of 12 books). And I get to read Stephen Hawking's A Briefer History of Time or whatever it is for school. Whoop-de-doo. 

Oh well, that's college for ya. I'm getting ready for that in a couple weeks, which I hope and pray will be a good transition from being homeschooled all my life to a public university.

Gallivanting:

Which basically means going around to different resale stores not particularly searching for anything, but just to get out and do something. I was able to go with a few different friends over the past week or so, and it's such a good time! Even when you don't find anything (such as when I ALMOST found a complete, old set of LOTR books, but didn't buy cause it was missing ROTK) it's fun. 

Gallivanting also can mean going different places as a 'last hurrah' before the school year. My family went up to Tawas yesterday, just for the day and to see some relatives who live up there. We ate too much food and had a good time. Plus I got to try bubble tea for the first time ever, which was interesting. The kind I had was actually rather good--tolerable at the very least--and I may have to try it again sometime. :) 

Car Shopping:

...yes...it's fun. So far I've driven 3 cars. One was nice to drive but had a terribly dirty interior (and it hadn't been used in soooooo long that there was a wasp nest on the thing-where-you-put-gas-in). One was nice-ish to drive (if I'd had more time) but REALLY messed up. One was really nice inside but I wasn't crazy about the way it drove and there was a strange clunking noise. So now I'm back to the drawing board. Or back to Craigslist, as the case may be. 

Eating and Sleeping:

This may sound rather dull, but the end of summer usually is the time I sleep in the most, knowing that when school starts I won't get that...uh, privilege, I guess. Weird thing is, I like to get up early but I don't like to WAKE up early if you see what I mean. I like getting up early once I'm out of bed and awake, but it's the waking up part that I simply cannot stand.

Watching:

How could I have forgotten this Very Important section until now???? *Smacks forehead* 

• Oliver Twist (BBC, the 1985 version...someday when I can, perhaps I'll review it).

Oliver had a different actor when he got older, but little Oliver is simply adorable!

• The first two episodes of Cranford with some friends who hadn't seen it before. That was fun! 
• A bunch of other random movies that I won't bore you with listing...
• Some episodes of Spongebob, because of my brothers.

And now I find that I don't have a 'wrap-up' for this post...so I will wave and awkwardly say "Good-bye!"

The best coloring page ever

My Daily Walk, a.k.a "I never knew there was this much green in the whole galaxy."

Hullo there! I have just returned from a Very Long car trip! That is, I suppose it was only 5-6 hours, but it was Very Long when 6 of us kids were riding in the back of a large van with only 7 seats between us. Along with all our cargo: backpacks and duffel bags, sheets, towels, a guitar (yep), seventy boxes of food and drinks, and a bunch of board games, books, and things. Oh, not to mention our pillows. All 8(ish) of them. And my younger siblings' stuffed animals. And...well, you get the idea. We went up to Michigan's Upper Peninsula (or the U.P. if you prefer) to spend a vacation week at a little cottage on a tiny, private lake called Piatt Lake. It's owned by a Bible conference society or something, and is quite a nice little place in the middle of Hiawatha national forest.

It is sooooo beautiful up there! I'm just going to share a few highlights from our trip.

• The lovely view from our cottage deck, where I could just stand with a cup o' tea or coffee, listening to the silence.
• Eating tons and tons of tasty food, getting ice cream at a small place in Newberry called "The Scoop." Living on the water makes me hungry.
• Hearing somebody call their kid "Lando."  Like, as in Lando Calrissian? 
• Two chipmunks, affectionately named "Teedo" and "The D.L.F" (by me) who would annoy us when we ate outside--one time, one was so close to me it was eating out of my hand. They didn't seem overly afraid of us. 

Aren't they adorable???

• Hiking through the beautiful, lush green woods of the Upper peninsula (even if it was a bit muddy) and being blown away by the beauty of God's creation

The pictures don't do the lighting justice by a long road.

• Chillin' with the guac from my chip hat, or rather, sitting inside with my notebook (I drafted like 16 pages!!!) and listening to my brothers' stir-crazy rainy-day madness. Somehow it was decided that Cinderella would henceforth be known as Cinderooble. Not sure how that happened. 
• Jumping off smallish cliffs of sand and bouncing down the sand dunes! 
• Reading books: "Out of the Silent Planet" by C.S. Lewis and "The Secret-Keepers" by Trenton Lee Stewart
• Standing on a giant dune with 500 feet to the waters of Lake Superior beneath me, the closest to flying I'll ever get. It was majestic. One wrong step and we would fall, on the edge of a precipice, but with such a glorious landscape. It was awe-inspiring indeed, and I plan to return someday so I can run down the huge dune. 
  
  
  
  
• Seeing two Bald Eagles sparring in midair and getting it on video! Seeing a little baby bear in the wild (from a distance, that is) as well as hearing the eerie cries of loons.  
• Kayaking across our "home lake" to a place where the water seemed like glass and all was silent. It's called "the lagoon" by the residents of the lake, and I can truly say that some of the places seemed magical. 

A view of the lagoon

• Just...doing stuff...I guess....getting totally carried away in my book that I was writing and hardly being able to stop. It was lovely. 

Although I loved it up north, we didn't get to swim, really, it was already too cold (which is why I wouldn't want to live up there all the time--wouldn't be warm enough for my liking), and I was exceedingly glad to be home! To sleep in my own bed that doesn't smell like a stranger's house, to have the comfort and convenience of home...it's good to be back. 

The Master of Rivendell

There are probably hundreds or thousands of blog posts out there about the characters of Lord of the Rings. Mainly they are written about the bravery of Hobbits, the awesomeness of Aragorn, or the sweetness of the Shire, but this post is going to be dedicated to a sort of side mentor character.  Over the past--oh, I don't know, year or so--I have come to realize that there is more depth to this character than first meets the eye, and I want to bring that to light.  So here goes. Here is our character of the day:

He has had many names over the past 6000 years of his life, but most people just call him Elrond now. It got too hard to keep track of all those other names.

So, yeah. Elrond. Of course he's not an Aragorn character, he doesn't go on the quest, and he really isn't seen fighting much, but we all know he's got the skill. He's got all Legolas' skill most likely multiplied by six. Plus, he's like the manliest elf alive (ahem) at least in the movies, and just really a nice guy. I'll go better into detail below. First, let's start with his family: 

Okay. So, Elrond's parents were Eärendil and Elwing, who were both of mixed human/elvish blood if I am correct. I have the Silmarillion sitting next to me and the Tolkien Gateway website open in another tab, so I'd BETTER be. They had two children, Elrond and Elros, who were given the choice, due to their mixed blood, of remaining as an elf or as a human. Elros chose to become a human (interestingly enough, it's from HIS line that Aragorn came) and Elrond remained an elf for thousands and thousands of years. He married Celebrían, who was the daughter of Galadriel and Celeborn of Lothlorien. 

I mean, imagine having her as your mother-in-law!

He and Celebrían had twin sons, named Elladan and Elrohir, who are REALLY COOL in the books. They come with their ranger friends to help Aragorn and co. through the paths of the dead. That is one thing I really, really wish had been in the movie. They would constantly shoot Aragorn looks like, "You better be good to my sister!" I would have loved that. Anyway, I digress. Arwen was the youngest of Elrond's children, and she lived with Galadriel (her grandmother) for a great time, while Elrond was helping to raise the young man named "Estel" (aka Aragorn) in Rivendell. 

500 or 600 years before LOTR (obviously before Aragorn was in Rivendell or even born), Rivendell was attacked by Orcs and Celebrían was captured. Elladan and Elrohir managed to rescue her, but she was injured beyond cure and Elrond had to send her into the west in order to save her life. He would rather send her away and let her live than keep her in Rivendell with him for a short time while she died. Awwwww........isn't that so sweeeeeeet???!!!

It makes more sense after that why he would be so protective of his only daughter and be so eager to sail into the west as well. He doesn't want her to end up hurt like her mother was, and wants to send her somewhere where she will be safe. And he wants to see his wife again. Sniff, sniff. 

In The Hobbit, Elrond is described thus: "He was as noble and as fair in face as an elf-lord, as strong as a warrior, as wise as a wizard, as venerable as a king of dwarves, and as kind as summer." In The Fellowship of the Ring: "The face of Elrond was ageless, neither old nor young, though in it was the memory of many things both glad and sorrowful. His hair was dark as the shadows of twilight, and upon it was set a circlet of silver; his eyes were as grey as a clear evening, and in them was a light like the light of stars. Venerable he seemed as a king crowned with many winters, and yet hale as a tried warrior in the fulness of his strength. He was the Lord of Rivendell and mighty among both Elves and Men."

I mean, wow. I personally think Hugo Weaving did a very good job portraying him in the movies. Your thoughts? 

Now, on to some other things. In the very beginning, we see Elrond trying to get Isildur to throw the ring into the fire, get rid of it for good, and save the land. He knows what's going on and how to fix it, but nobody ever listens to his very wise advice! Come on, Isildur! Get it together man! If you had listened to Elrond, then maybe poor Frodo wouldn't have had such a bad time of it! 

Throughout the years until the ring is re-discovered, Elrond continues to keep an eye on Middle-earth, helping all kinds of folk with their various things. He helps the company of Thorin Oakenshield decipher their map to the Lonely Mountain, is generous and lets Bilbo keep one of his silk pocket-handkerchiefs (in the book), and is a father figure to Aragorn throughout the years. He is also part of the White Council (along with Gandalf, Saruman, Galadriel...), and a bearer of one of the three elven rings of power, though never corrupted by it. 

Vilya, the Ring of Air, arguably the most powerful ring of the three given to elves

During the Lord of the Rings, Elrond is considerably helpful. He hosts the Council to determine what is to be done with the Ring (the real Ring, the One Ring), heals, or at least mostly heals, Frodo from his terrible wound inflicted by the Ringwraiths, and gives Aragorn the reforged sword of Isildur. In the books, Aragorn has the sword right after they leave Rivendell, but in the movies, Elrond rides all the way to Rohan from Rivendell just to give Aragorn the sword (see? Legolas x 6 = Elrond's skill) and then back again. Of course, Peter Jackson and I agree that was a very good plot twist and appeals to the audience's emotion, but Tolkien and I agree that the way it was written is the way it was supposed to be. But that's more a criticism on Jackson's depiction of Aragorn's character, and I will have to talk about that later.

Now, the last topic is the relationship between Elrond and his daughter, Arwen. It is never really talked about much in the books of LOTR, but that's one thing I actually liked that Peter Jackson added in the movies. Like, he's not changing anything between father and daughter, just adding what he imagined Tolkien would have written (maybe), and I am kind of a sucker for father/daughter relationships. 

It's so sweet. She wants to marry Aragorn but Elrond doesn't want her leaving him, he wants her to sail away with him, where they may be reunited with Arwen's mother someday and live happily ever after. He knows that Arwen will have to face the difficulty of losing a spouse (in her case, Aragorn) someday and doesn't want her to have to go through that. Maybe it's because right now I'm working on writing a book where a big part of the story is a father/daughter relationship and how he doesn't want to let her go, but it just gets me every time. Elrond has a really strong love for his daughter and never wants to let her go. He doesn't want to give her over to another man, to let another man become her protection, her comfort, her help in everything. 

THIS SCENE! You guys! I had to make it big enough for you to see it all.

So, he finally comes to realize that, "Whether by his will or not," Arwen loves Aragorn, and he is what will fulfill her and make her life complete. She is meant to be with him, and Elrond understands that. It hurts, but he understands. (In the movie, he reforges the sword and comes to give Aragorn a little pep talk, but, all that aside...) And he decides to let her go to her Aragorn, to leave the shores of Middle-earth and sail into the west with the other ring-bearers, marking the end of the Third Age. Near the end of The Return of the King, we see him with his daughter in Gondor at Aragorn's coronation, still guiding her and finally giving her over to another man. 

You can see it in his face: love, joy, pride, sorrow. He's terribly sad to have his daughter leave him, to see her all grown up and married, but at the same time so proud of her, so glad to see her happy, with the man she loves, and knowing that Aragorn will take good care of her. And he's half-crying, half-smiling. He knows this is what's right to do for Arwen. But he's still going to miss her.

I know for my part that whenever my dad cries, it makes me cry, probably more than when anyone else is crying. And as I've been getting older, actually paying attention at weddings, I've realized how much it must ache for a father to let his daughter go to another man, and the mixture of joy and sadness he would most likely be feeling. She wouldn't be able to cry into his shoulder anymore, to come to her "Ada/Daddy" for help, and I can never say that I truly understand the feeling or ever will, because I won't, except a very hypothetical-someday-but-probably-not MAYBE from Arwen's point of view. But I can sympathize. 

(Wow, that got more personal than I intended. Ahem, oh well.) 

The story of Elrond ends with him sailing away into the west, helping Bilbo aboard the ship and being quite ready to leave. He's ready to go and see his wife again, leaving Rivendell and the world of Middle-earth behind. The departure of him and the other ringbearers (Gandalf, Galadriel, Bilbo, and Frodo) marks the end of the Third Age in Middle-earth and the beginning of the Fourth Age, the Age of Men, in which his daughter will still play a part.

In closing, I think that Elrond is one of the best father characters I can think of. Until recently, I never realized the depth of his character, and I don't know if it's intended to be quite so deep, but the thing about Tolkien is that he always put a whole lot of thought into each and every character he made up, even somewhat less important characters. Elrond is one of those characters, who is the wise, great elf-lord at the same time as being a soft-hearted, loving father. 

If anyone read this whole post, then good job you and thank you for being very patient! I hope you learned something out of it or at least were interested. Thanks for reading! 

Hey, I'm Elrond! (Rankin-Bass version of "The Hobbit")

No, I'm Elrond! (Ralph Bakshi version of "The Lord of the Rings")

I'm just gonna go ahead and say it: Hugo Weaving did the best job.

A Quick Announcement for all you book lovers out there....

I'm not going to talk much in this post. It is just to announce that I have become a Goodreads author (finally). That's really it. So, if you care to, please check it out! Thanks y'all! Please enjoy!

The Beginning of the War--Goodreads

"[Don't] Read the Last Page First"

My graduation open house was several weeks ago. Part of a very kind gift from an aunt was a bag of Dove dark chocolates (my mouth waters just thinking about them) which I, being stuffed from the other open house leftovers, put away in my Aragorn lunchbox (yes, I have an Aragorn lunchbox) to save for later. I remembered them today and ate several. Upon removing the first wrapper, these words of wisdom from Dove chocolates greeted my eyes:

I shook my head, laughing inwardly, because I have accidentally read the last pages of books first, and it always ruined the experience for me. I would know who married whom, who died and who didn't, and all that stuff. Then I opened another (hey, the serving size was 5 chocolates, okay?!) and saw the same message, "Read the last page first," again. I don't know why, but that message has been on my mind all day since then. 

I have always liked to know the plan. I like to have all my ducks in a row, my shelves organized, and purse filled with useful things that I may need for where I'm going. I would like to read the "last page" of my own story first, so that I'll know where I'm going and how to get there, planning ahead. But the thing is, life isn't like that. It throws things in your face that you would never expect, things so unlike what you want that you wish you COULD see into the future, read your last page and say, "Oh, I see! That's where I'm going. I will now plan accordingly." 

The characters in a book can never see where they're going until they get there and look back, until the author is finished writing their story and allows them to "live happily ever after"(or not--I mean, they don't HAVE to live happily ever after). All of us have a story, just as much as Frodo Baggins, Lucy Pevensie, or Elizabeth Bennet have stories.  Some of us have stories more stressful, more tragic, or harder than others, just like those made-up characters, and all of our stories share the same Author; an Author who is not just making up pretend characters in a pretend world, who created us as real characters in a very real world. And the cool thing? He loves us more than I (or any human author) love my characters. One way or another, He'll get us through our mortal lives, over hill and under hill, to our "happily ever after," when we finally get to MEET our author, join the great story that never ends, and finally understand why He wrote what He wrote about us. We can look back and say, "Oh, I see why this character had to die," or "I understand now why I had to endure that trial," because then we'll be at the very end of this story, just before the words "Happily ever after" are written. 

You know, I'm rambling, but I just kept thinking about this and wanted to write it down somehow so that I don't forget my musings. And I don't know if my writing makes any sense whatsoever to anyone, but I hope so. We weren't made to read the last page first. We are ink in the pen of the greatest Author in the history of everything, and it's fair enough that that the Author decides what to do with us. After all, He created us.

The "Four Fictional Characters" tag

The "Four Fictional Characters" tag

(From Olivia at "Meanwhile in Rivendell")

Rules:

1. Link back to the person who tagged you

2. List four fictional characters (use pictures if you want! They can be from movies or books) and, if you like, describe what they're like and why you believe they relate to you

3. Tag a few other blog people! Three, or four, or even twenty. :) Share the fun! Be sure to let them know you've tagged them!

Okay, so here we go: 

 Number 1. Jo March

I've always been told that I'm a lot like Jo. For one, people (mainly my brothers) have commented on how 'tomboyish' I can be at times, and I find it easy to get along with (most) of my brothers' friends. I'm the second oldest as well, in my family, along with being a writer who wants to do something that people won't forget after I'm dead. There are just several personality similarities that are hard to describe but are definitely present. 

Also, I have a LOT of hair! If you've seen this version of "Little Women," that scene where Mrs. March is braiding Jo's hair is basically me. I actually did have it cut short once, but not to help anybody in a war. Just to get it cut. I also hate socializing much, and would much rather hide in a side room with one other like-minded person than mingle with lots of people. 

Number 2. Peregrin Took

I couldn't pick just one picture! :) So, yes, I feel that I can relate to Pippin. I know exactly that feeling after he drops the skeleton/bucket/other stuff down the well.  When you drop a milk carton in the checkout aisle of the grocery store and it explodes--there is a brief moment of silence as if everyone is thinking, "what just happened?" and then some laugh, some groan and roll their eyes, and you just stand there in shock feeling like the most foolish person to ever live, still not totally sure how that had happened. 

Both Pippin and I tend to blurt things out before we think about it or really even realize what we're saying, which leads to saying really, really dumb things at the worst possible times. We also both love food. Food is the best! I haven't ever stolen any vegetables from Farmer Maggot, but I do scour the backyard for black raspberries in the summer and grow some vegetables in my grandpa's garden. I always eat far too much dessert, which always reminds me of the "Lembas" sketch in LOTR! I don't know if this is really a "Pippin" thing to do, but I can be rather slow to get jokes or puns. Also, SOME PEOPLE think I talk like him! I DON'T! Not really. I am not Scottish (well, maybe a very small bit of Scotch-Irish blood on my father's side), and so it makes no sense that I would have a Scottish accent.  

Number 3. Henrietta Willis (from the book series "100 Cupboards")

As of yet there is no movie, but I'm hoping there will be soon!

Probably most of you have no idea who Henrietta Willis is. That's okay, it's what I'm here for! She is the cousin of the main character in 100 Cupboards, who helps him--well, I'll let you read the book to figure that out. I feel like Henrietta and I are kindred spirits. We both have two sisters (though in different orders of age) and again, lots of curly brown hair. And when we find a secret door, we immediately want to explore it. Hey, let's open it up and see what's inside! Probably something magic or at least really old or cool!

Henrietta and I both care about other people, but have an aversion to showing much of that love for our family/friends in public. When something bad happens to others, it hurts us more than we would like to let on about, and we both hate crying. Crying is the stupidest thing ever. We both enjoy adventure, or at least the idea of it. We like to be strong and able to take care of ourselves and others but not be feminists. 

Number 4. Emmet Brickowski

Emmet (from "The Lego Movie") is amazing! I think he and I share a lot of characteristics. For one, "I never have any ideas." Also, "Just tell me exactly what to do and how to do it." Pretty much the story of my life. We are both reluctant to step up into a leadership position unless absolutely necessary, and can be very silly and ignorant at times. We are both creatures of habit, with a routine that must be followed every day. (Usually.) And we are both rather silly, somewhat carefree people. I just feel that whenever I watch that movie I can relate most to Emmet,  not Batman or anyone else more popular (arguably). And plus, his workout routine is pretty much all I can do. "One!...Two!...Three!..." :D

Thank you for the lovely tag Olivia! That was such fun! Now to be boldly extroverted and tag  other people! ;)

❋Evangeline ❋Lois Kimmel❋Rachel❋Gray Marie❋

The Very First Post: Exciting News!

Well, this is my Very First Post. Ever. In the history of anything. Due to this fact, you'll have to forgive me if I'm extremely too verbose and rambly. I tend to be like that on paper, though in person I'm not--I can think of things to say much more easily when I'm sitting at my own leisure.

Anyhoo, if you read the "About the Author" page, you'll know that I like very much to write, and this Very First Post is to celebrate the Very First Time that I can truly, finally say that one of my books is finished! After six-ish years of writing, editing, and re-re-re-re-re-editing (ahem, those of you who write should understand), I've finally self-published the first installment in my trilogy!

What should have happened above my neighborhood when I finally clicked on "Approve Proof"

It was a very exciting moment, as you can imagine. The book is officially available for purchase. Woo-hoo! (I bought twelve copies already...I had had that money set aside for six months just so I could buy my own books!) Here are a couple of links if you would care to see how official it is. One is for Amazon and one is for Createspace (the Amazon self-publishing company that I used).
The Beginning of the War--Createspace.com
The Beginning of the War--Amazon.com
The Beginning of the War--Barnes and Noble (I just added this after seeing that my book is available on Barnes and Noble!) 
I am also planning to make it available as a Kindle e-book sometime in the future. Not sure when, but I probably will eventually.

Why did it take me such a long time to finish my book, you ask? Well...let's put it this way: I started when I was about 11 and thus, the first draft was VERY childish. So, my father read the whole thing aloud a couple years later (about) and I edited some more. And then some friends critiqued it and I edited more. And more and more and more and more and more and more and....you get the idea. It took a long time. THEN when I was almost done, the spacing on the pages was messed up. THEN when I was almost done, I had to add another chapter. THEN when I was almost done I couldn't get Drop Caps (which is that fancy thing when the first letter of a chapter is big) to work in Microsoft Word. Does anyone else hate Microsoft Word? It's a complicated, mixed feeling I have about it. But I finally, after a long, arduous trial and deep pondering how to fix the problem ahem, when I tried NOT indenting the paragraph at the beginning of the chapter, the Drop Caps worked!

Literally me when I got Drop Caps to work

Now, I could go on and on for a long time, but I believe this post should be ended with the announcement of this Very Exciting News. In the event that you want to know more about what is planned in my writing, check out the "Writing" page (just in case you COULDN'T figure that out on your own). If you care to give my book a read, please do! And if you read it or have any questions, please ask me! Now, it's debatable whether I will be able to satisfy you with a perfect answer, but I shall try my best.

I know this is a short post. But what else is there to be said? More news is to follow (even if you don't want it), and I hope that this blog thing (I seriously have no idea what I'm doing) works out okay.