Wednesday, October 11, 2017

September's Writing Challenge: The Winner Announced

And the Winner is.......

Adaline Griffiths

Another guy I need!


The bearded stranger propped himself against the wooden gate, two knives peeking between his fingers. The soldiers around he corner lifted their lanterns higher, the flames barely peeking out of the mist.
"No," the stout man gasped as his brow clenched in fierce determination. "It shall not beat me. It shall not be my ruler." But even as he spoke, his body shook. His eyes became blank and he straightened, his demeanor transforming.

He twirled the steel blades between his hands and stepped out of the shadows to confront the guards, a cocky grin dominating his face.
One of the soldiers pointed his spear at the intruder. "The castle isn't the place for the likes of you," he warned. "All you do is cause trouble for us all."
The bearded man's eyebrows rose, his chin lifted high. He was in front of the man in mere seconds and pushed him to the ground.
"No," he whispered as his eyes swirled inky black. He slid his knife into the guard's side.
"What I create is chaos."


Thank you, Adaline, for joining in the action! I really liked the way you portrayed the bearded man as being cocky - almost likable - but also a dangerous killer. You did a fantastic job using the prompt!

But Adaline isn't the only one who wrote a fantastic story! It was actually a really hard choice because everybody did such an amazing job! A big thanks to all the people who joined! (If you want to see their entries you can click HERE)


You all did an amazing job and it was so much fun to have you all join in! 





Wednesday, September 27, 2017

September's Writing Challenge

Greetings Faithful writers! 

Welcome to the second Writer's Challenge! This time we're going to shake things up a bit. 

Here is your Quest: In 100-250 words, create a story that captures what is happening in the Picture and utilizes one or both of the Prompt options! 

First: The Picture
Another guy I need!

Second: The Prompt

Option #1
“You said we would be safe here!” I screamed, stumbling as another tremor seized the ground with tremendous force. “I didn't say we would be safe,” Ryder yelled over the chaos, swiftly kicking a door above the knob. It swung open hard, adding another bang to the already chaotic sounds. “I said we would be safer. Follow me!” @Calathiel0114

Option #2
Pretty much Reynold's theme after everything he does.



As before, you can submit your story, with your name, in the comment section below and I will announce the winner next week! Whether you are a writer or not, feel free to enter. Just keep everything clean. (no swearing, gore, or sensuality)

I will be announcing the winner on October 11th!

Let your imagination run free!


P.S Feel free to include your blog address (if you have one) alongside your name. If you win, I'll make sure to post your blog address with your entry. 



Monday, September 18, 2017

A Writer's Life According to Hiccup and Toothless

How to train a dragon

So, let's just say I've been a bit busy. (Hence my disappearance from the internet world)

A list of my activities include:

  • Hunting (I'm an archer)
  • Trying to get another job
  • Riding horses
  • Being the oldest of a huge family
  • Planning end-of-summer vacations
Couple every bullet point with random/sporadic me and suddenly my day is a perfect routine of Craziness. 

But hey! I'm finally here and I have a really fun post for you all!

A Writers Life According to Hiccup and Toothless

When you finally solve that Plot Hole that has been torturing you
-Dragons- Gift of the Night Fury..toothless


You have just finished banging out the lights on your keyboard and your friend asks you how your book is coming along.
Hey! There's that old smile! I fell in love with his awkward smile in the first movie and it seems to have disappeared in the second. It's nice to have this show to make that transition.

Coming back to the real world
I think I'm crying....this is hilarious xD love Toothless so much ^^

When people say writing is a waste of time
It actually sounded like he was trying to imitate the words "baby boo" to me.<----- I think he's saying "blah blah blah" to me. <== I don't even care I just think its the best thing ever XD

When you read a scene in another book that's almost identical to one that you wrote in yours.
I want a dragon so I can do this! This would sooooo be me!!!

Writer's Block
This is hiccup

Trying to socialize with real people
What we all do in awkard situations ... the hand tap and cheek puff

When you're working through a complicated story idea at a random/bad time (a.k.a when somebody is talking to you) and you just hope nobody asks you a question.
When someone is talking and you're not listening at all.

Realizing you completely messed up an entire story line and have to back and fix it.
Hiccup looks like me when I try not to cry or I'm around Mom...and DON'T want to be!

When people try to talk to you while you're writing
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A great idea getting smashed by logic
How to train your dragon birthday party. Power point presentation ideas. hiccup and toothless ... httyd2


And there you have it! Hopefully I'll have something a bit more substantial next time!

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

In God's Image

A good book...

Have you ever considered yourself to be a wizard? or perhaps an elven noble traveling through the forest. Maybe you're the villian plotting in a castle to rule the world. You have lived many lives and gone of dozens of adventures. And the best part, you can decide to go whenever you want.

So is the life of a Fantasy Author

 We create worlds in our minds that are unique from anything else and live a different life with each character we create.

But where does this imagenation stem from and how should be use it?

I believe it began one upon a time.

Genesis 1:1 In the beginning God Created the Heaven and the Earth.

The greatest Story of all time began because our God wanted it to. He created a world, time, and space - the building blocks of everything we hold dear. As the well-known chapter continues we read how God created plants, the oceans, and the creatures that share our world. It's a pretty amazing and unique story.

Then God decides to create the main character. God creates a man in His image and in His likeness. We are made in the image of God, and He said 'it is very good'. But if God is a spirit, and has no flesh or bones, how are we made in His image?

Think about when you first get an idea for a book.
You have a new idea for a magical world where the trees grow taller than sky scrapers and everybody lives in tree houses. There are three moons that make the night almost as bright as the day and the water droplets stick to the leaves for the people to drink. 

You have just created a world.


Then you come up with a strange animal that will live in your world - sort of a cat/deer/flying squirrle that can glide from one massive branch to the other.

You have just created a creature to share your world.

And then you create a person - an elf or something totally different - to rule over your world. Because you created him/her, they're kind of like you in their personality and tendencies. This person goes on grand quests through your world where the future is unknown, and in the end they live happily ever after.

You have just created the main character - a life - just as God created you.


With our likeness to God comes our ability to create and find satisfaction in that creation. In our own limited fashion we have the ability to create a world just as He did. We can create animals just as He did. We can create a life just as God created ours because we are made in His image.

Now you have a magic power, the ability to create, and can use it to touch lives.

How will you use it?


Thursday, August 31, 2017

Writer's Challenge: The Winner Announced



And the winner is...
(Drum roll, please!)

Lindsi McIntyre

"I would expect you to know of an easier way," Brodgen muttered. "I don't particularly enjoy crawling through the toilet as an option." Reynold hissed back

The rope bit deep into Aaron's palm as he dangled high above the ballroom floor. 
Below, the Lords and Ladies of the land went about their daily lives, too busy looking down on everyone around them to notice him dangling from the ceiling rafters.
A herald cried out for attention from where he stood by the door.
"Her Highness, the Crown Princess Gisselle."
The massive doors opened. The princess entered the room.
Show time.
Aaron's grip tightened around the razor sharp blade he held in his right hand as the Princess made her way up the center of the room. His focus shifted to those gathered on the sidelines, alert to any suspicious movement. He had not been a big fan of the plan to use the Princess as bait to catch her would be assassin. His opinion hadn't mattered though. All he could hope for was to stop the killer in time.

Thank you, Lindsi, for your amazing story! The ending was what sealed it for me. I had a perfect idea of the moment for this picture, what needed to happen, but not of what was going to happen! I also loved your line, "Too busy looking down on everyone around them to notice him dangling from the ceiling rafters."  It perfectly shows the arrogance of the nobles.
Readers, if you wish to expand your knowledge with some great posts related to writing, fun facts, and other useful information, I would highly encourage you check out Lindsi's Blog.

I would also like to thank the other people who entered! (If you want to see their entries you can click HERE in the comments)

All your stories were amazing, and I was thrilled to have you participate! I will certainly be doing this again, and I hope you will join in with your riveting stories!!!

Until next time!
 I just want these people in my books I just do. I swear they will be in every book I ever write



Thursday, August 24, 2017

Writer's Challenge



Welcome mighty Pens of Valor!

I'm so excited to host my first ever Writer's Challenge!

Here is your Quest: In 100-250 words, create a story that captures what might be happening in this picture!

"I would expect you to know of an easier way," Brodgen muttered. "I don't particularly enjoy crawling through the toilet as an option." Reynold hissed back

You can submit your story, with your name, in the comment section below and I will announce the winner next week! Whether you are a writer or not, feel free to enter. Just keep everything clean. (no swearing, gore, or sensuality) 
Let your imagination run free!


P.S Feel free to include your blog address (if you have one) alongside your name. If you win, I'll make sure to post your blog address with your entry. 


P.P. S Also!! I am guest posting on an amazing blog called Heather's Ambitions! You should click over there and check it out!

Friday, August 18, 2017

Liebster Award

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I was tossing around the idea of starting my own tag when I received a nomination for the Liebster Award! Now, the first thing I did was google what in the world Liebster means. (It's German for Dearest. Now you know.)
Thanks Heather for tagging me! (btw, I lover her blog) I encourage you to check out the blogs of the people I'm tagging, and Heather's as well, down below. They have some really great posts!

Rules for the Award

  • Acknowledge the blog who nominated you and display the award.
  • Answer eleven questions that the blogger gives you.
  • List eleven random facts about yourself
  • Nominate up to 11 other Bloggers that you think are deserving of this award (with less than 200 followers)  {I am not 100% certain that every blog I nominated has less than 200 followers. Most of them don’t display the number of followers they have.}
  • Let the bloggers know you nominated them
  • Give them 11 questions to answer


  • My 11 Questions

    1) What is the story behind your blog: Your mission and name?
    Answer: I've always wished that I could find a simple blog where the blogger just writes what is on their hearts and what they are pursuing. This is especially true when it comes to writing. It's easy to hear the 'happily ever after' of a great author, but have important details about the 'once upon a time' skipped. I figured that I wasn't the only one, so I started blogging just One Word At A Time. My mission is to live a full life pleasing to God, write adventure/christian/fantasy books that point to Him, and share my knowledge and life with the world through my blog!

    2) Who is your favorite band/musician? 
    Answer: I could probably listen to Taylor Davis all day long.

    3) What is your favorite quote?
    Answer: Oh goodness, that's like asking me what my favorite book is! Um... Here are some. (I literally have a whole book full of quotes that I add to, so picking one is impossible)
    Quotes, Life Quotes, Love Quotes, Best Life Quote , Quotes about Moving On, Inspirational Quotes and more. Follow rickysturn/quotesRomans 5:8
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    4) Iced coffee or Hot coffee? Or no coffee? 
    Answer: I try to avoid coffee because caffeine does weird things to my emotions after it wears off. But on Sunday I'll usually have a tiny bit of hot coffee because I wake up early to get to worship practice before church starts.

    5)  What is your favorite ethnicity of food? 
    Answer: Mexican

    6) Ice cream or frozen yogurt?
    Answer: Ice cream, hands down!

    7) What is your favorite bible verse and what does it mean to you? 
    Answer: Unlike most people, I have never really found that one verse that some call their Life Verse. I go through so many different struggles I have an address book so I know where to turn when a particular trial comes up. But for the most part, I really love Hebrews 12: 1-2 "Let us run with endurance the race set before us, looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith." Because, though all the trials, I have to keep running!

    8) Do you like exercise? If yes, what type is your favorite? 
    Answer: Yes! I love hiking! There is nothing that compares to the feeling of victory when you reach the top of a mountain and get to look down on the whole world! Cross country running is also really fun. 

    9) What is your favorite thing about Blogging?
    Answer: Being able to share the things that I've learned with other people and hearing from them.

    10) Do you prefer writing on a computer or using pen and paper? 
    Answer: I have the worst penmanship that is only made worse when I try to write fast. I prefer writing on the computer because my fingers can hardly keep up with the pace that my brain works at. If I were using a pen I would have the ending scene playing through my mind while my pen was trying to write out the beginning.

    11) If you could travel to one place in the world and money wasn't a problem, where would you go? 
    Answer: I'm being pretty silly, but Hawaii would be the place for me. (But not the main island.) I would probably rent a small house on a distant island so I could enjoy the beauty without being crowded out by hundreds of people.

    Whew! I did it! Now for:

    Eleven Random Facts About Me
    1. I like riding horses without a saddle. Even if I fall off.
    2. I love re-reading random parts of books to capture the same feelings I got when I first read it.
    3. I tend to be a bit blunt.
    4. I love eating chocolate chips straight from the bag.
    5. I've never broken a bone or had stitches and the only cut that required a trip to the hospital I ended up taping together myself to avoid going.
    6. I love Christmas so much I start singing Christmas songs in September.
    7. My leg shakes when I'm nervous. (seriously) It got so bad once while I was playing guitar with my church that I started shaking my music stand.
    8. I don't like getting wet unless I'm swimming in a deep river or at the ocean.
    9. I like smelling old books. (And new books) 
    10. I hate letting people down.
    11. I can quote many lines from Shakespeare's play Hamlet, but can't get through the first two lines of his famous part "to be, or not to be." 
    Who I'm Awarding

    Here Are Your Questions
    1. If you had a whole day with nothing to do and nothing that needed to be done in the future, how would you spend it?
    2. What is your favorite book and author?
    3. Ice cream or cake?
    4. What is your favorite mythical creature?
    5. What is the one chore that you absolutely hate doing?
    6. Which is your favorite season?
    7. What is your favorite breakfast food?
    8. Why did you decide to become a blogger and what do you hope to accomplish by it?
    9. Would you rather fly or be able to breath underwater?
    10. What is your favorite genre of music?
    11. What is the most recent crazy thing you have done?



    Saturday, August 12, 2017

    !!Exiles Release!!



    It's here! It's here, it's here, it's finally here!!!


    Jaye L. Knight’s newest novel, Exiles, has been released! Exiles is the fourth book in the Christian fantasy series, Ilyon Chronicles, and I am absolutely ecstatic about it!!!! I only just discovered this series and the books have quickly climbed my Favorite Books list to Narnia level. This is one of the most fantastic Christian Fantasy series I have ever read and I have dubbed it re-readable! If you want to know more you can check out the official tour page where there will be links to tons of different bloggers posting different things from book excerpts to character interviews.

    Today, I am going to introduce you to the amazing author herself: Jaye L. Knight

    Question #1: What is the most important message you want people to hear through reading your book?


    "I think the biggest theme and message in all my Ilyon Chronicles books is that no matter how bad things get, God has a plan and is in control. My characters face so many hardships and tragedies, but it’s all for a purpose in the end, even if they can’t see it at the time."



    Question #2: What are some of your favorite hobbies? (Besides writing)


    I’m really big into historical reenactment. I reenact either the French and Indian War or the Revolutionary War, depending on what I’m in the mood to wear. I have a group I’ve camped with for several years now, and they are like family. It’s something I always look forward to every year. Besides that, I just really enjoy outdoor activities.


    Question #3: Why did you choose to write Christian Fantasy?


    I got hooked on Christian fantasy when I first discovered The Lord of the Rings. Before that, I had been writing the usual stories about girls and their horses (yeah, I was a horse crazy teen). While I’ve done some historical fiction, I love the freedom of fantasy and being able to create my own worlds and civilizations.


    Question #4: What would you say was the hardest part of writing the Ilyon Chronicles?


    I’d say the hardest part is just that it’s such a long series. It’s the longest I’ve ever written. I’ve been working on it for a full six years now, and am still working on the last book. While I did get one other book written in the meantime, six years is a long time to devote to only one story. It’s a big commitment. I’m glad I didn’t know when I started what it was going to take to finish.


    Question #5: Do you do all the editing, cover designs, formatting, and advertising yourself? Or do you have other people who come along side you and help?


    I do my own cover design, formatting, and advertising myself. For editing, I have fantastic help from my group of beta readers. They’ve been invaluable to me. In the past, I have hired a proofreader, but since money has been tight, this time my mom skipped being a beta reader for me and was my proofreader instead.


    Question #6: Is Jaye L. Knight your real name, or a pen name?

    It’s a pen name. My real name is Molly. I originally chose to use pen names to keep some anonymity, but now it’s more about branding. I consider Jaye L. Knight to be my business name and have worked hard to build a platform and brand for it.

    Jaye L Knight has truly inspired me to be a better writer and to pursue my goal wholeheartedly!

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    About the Book
    Exiled after their defeat in Samara, the Resistance struggles to find allies in their quest to restore King Balen to his throne and put an end to the emperor’s tyranny. When the crete people refuse to lend their aid, Balen leads a group to Dorland to reason with them and win their support. However, enemies prove to be everywhere, and they find themselves in a fight to keep Dorland from becoming Daican’s latest conquest.

    Back in Landale, the arrival of a new enemy forces Trask and Anne to tread more carefully than ever. Tensions are rising, and the enemy is determined to test Anne’s loyalty and root out the location of Trask and the Resistance once and for all.

    Feeling trapped within the walls of Valcré, Prince Daniel must contend with an ever-eroding relationship with his father. As their clashes escalate, the situation becomes potentially life threatening when his loyalty is called into question. His sister seems bent on branding him a traitor and actively seeking to condemn him to the fate of those put to death in their father’s new arena. Daniel is certain his father would never execute his only son and heir, but with other forces at work, it might not be that simple.

    One small misstep could prove fatal for all.

    Review

    The only thing that made me put this book down was the fact that my eyes were burning from reading so fast and for so long! This is an absolutely fantastic book that I can't wait to add to my library. I'm usually a skeptic of long series because a person can only come up with so many ideas right? But not in this case. Somehow, Jaye made an edge-of-your-seat thriller with plenty of romance and enough adventure to keep me up until midnight, while still building the tension for the books to come! (I'm honestly a bit scared to find out! I'm getting my tissue box just in case!)

    I would say that most of the focus in this book was on the character's relationships with each other and their arcs, which is fantastic because she writes characters that are deep and feel like real people, and less on taking back the kingdom. (Although they do their fare share) The story moves through multiple Points of View as it did with the preceding books, and I would definitely say that Prince Daniel's part was what pushed me to read just "one more chapter." So much happened with Prince Daniel that I was left completely stunned! I'm already chomping at the bit for the book 5&6 to come out!
    But Daniel isn't the only one who has his life changed. Leetra and Timothy have their differences to overcome while Anne's resolve to refuse Trask's proposal is beginning to weaken, especially with the increasing pressure of the disgusting Goler. The many adventures will take you on a journey through the various cultures, from Cretes to Ryricks, with something unexpected at every turn! I never knew what was coming next.

    Little Warning: Just beware, although the book is clean and nothing actually happens, there are some scenes were some Ryricks have evil intentions are desired upon Karyn.


    All in all - this book deserves and exceeds Five Stars! If you have never read the series - or have read them and are thinking about reading Exiles - I can not recommend them enough! Everything about the books are amazing and I am so happy I found them and am able to spread the word so more people will hear about them as well!

    Available now on Amazon!

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    Haven’t discovered the world of Ilyon yet? The first three Kindle books are on sale August 11th - 14th!
    You can find them on Amazon.

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    About the Author
    JayeAuthor2015Jaye L. Knight is an award-winning author, homeschool graduate, and shameless tea addict with a passion for Christian fantasy. Armed with an active imagination and love for adventure, Jaye weaves stories of truth, faith, and courage with the message that even in the deepest darkness, God’s love shines as a light to offer hope. She has been penning stories since the age of eight and resides in the Northwoods of Wisconsin.

    You can connect with Jaye on her website, blog, Facebook, Twitter, and Etsy.








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    Friday, August 4, 2017

    Best Things To Eat While Reading

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    I know I'm not the only one who enjoys eating while reading. (or drinking tea for that matter) Some people I've met can't seem to read a book without a snack.
    I've tried to eat just about everything while reading, and that includes things that a decent person would use two hands for. There are certainly some foods that are more manageable than others. Unless you are the Ninja of Food&Books, pizza can be a test that would certainly earn you a black belt. But there's also a bit of science behind which snacks you choose to eat. You don't want to eat something to yummy or else it will distract you from the book, or the book will distract you from enjoying the food.
    So, if you happen to have a good book but no snack-ies, here's a nice little list to help you out.

    Item 1: Chips/crackers
    These are great because they don't make a mess. (As long as you leave out the dip. That can be a fun balancing game, but terribly distracting for you and probably the people around you as well.) There are many different kinds to satisfy your preferred taste - salty, sweet, nacho, or ranch. I mean, seriously, who can't eat an entire box of Wheat Thins at one sitting. I always laugh at the box that says, "Family Size."  Apparently I'm a family of one!

    Item 2: Popcorn
    It's like chips, but with butter! (Butter = Better. Right?) If you want to indulge a tad more, sprinkle a little powdered sugar on top to make a simple version of Kettle Corn.

    Item 3: Dried Fruit/Nuts
    This one you have to be a little careful with. It is way too easy to eat an entire bag of dried bananas and realize that it was probably the equivalent of eating 12 full-size bananas. But it's a healthy alternative to chips. If you're brave, try eating raisins and cheese together. It's one of my favorites!

    Item 4: Smoothie/Tea
    OK, so smoothie might sound a little weird to some people. But it's actually not bad! Especially if it's too hot for tea (I mourn the day when that happens) nothing beats an ice cold Key Lime smoothie.
    But when the evening comes and things cool down, there's nothing like a nice cup a tea. Preferably  a very large one.

    Item 5: Chocolate
    Hands down, there is no argument that can deny the fact that Chocolate is amazing, rain or shine. But if you don't feel like gnawing on a chocolate bar, go for something simpler and get chocolate chips! It is a rare and special day in our house when a bag of chocolate chips remains unopened until the day it is placed inside a batch of cookies.

    What is your favorite food to snack on while reading? I would love to hear about it because I have a good book to read and nothing to eat with it! (I ate all my snacks during my last book)








    Friday, July 28, 2017

    How To Get Widsom For Life

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    Can anybody sympathize with me in this scenario?

    It's a happy day and you wake up feeling great - the birds are singing and the sun is shining. You lay in bed contemplating the many wonderful things you can do when ... it hits you. Life comes and grabs you by the throat with a death grip. A thousand thoughts and questions swirl through your mind in a matter of 3 milliseconds.

    Should I go to college?

    What should I do in college?
    What if I don't want to go to college?
    What should I do for a living?
    What are my future plans?
    How should I manage my time?
    Ah! You forgot to call that car seller! What if it's sold already?
    Should I start looking for a better job?
    Am I doing this whole Life-thing right?!?

     Somebody please raise their hand with me. *raises hand* 

    Insecurity is a common struggle for many people. And for most, it can be linked with fear. The unknown can be a scary place. 
    Whenever insecurity raises its ugly head, along with the overwhelming amount of decisions as its weapon, it can get really easy to start beating yourself up about everything and feel like a total failure. This life is way to much for us to handle on our own!
    That's why it is so important to turn to the One who is outside of the present, and knows the future. And there is one thing that can help us more than any other - Something that is so valuable, it deserves the acute attention of every Christian.

    Proverbs 1:7a

    “The fear of the LORD is the beginning of knowledge,”
    Here is where our journey begins. Without a fear of the Lord there is no desire to pursue
    His will. Our lives should be filled, centered, saturated, guided, and molded by God. But this
    isn’t the same fear that we get when we watch a frightening movie. This is a fear of His supreme
    power compared to our insignificance. Our finite lives compared to His Omnipotence; Our broken
    love for His ultimate Sacrifice. Without God, our lives are nothing. This should be our fear.

    Proverbs 9:10b
    “And knowledge of the Holy One is understanding.”
    The next clue is Knowledge. Our fear of the Lord should prompt us to know His will,
    which can be found in the Bible, and keep it in our hearts; although it is possible for someone to
    have the facts, but not know what they mean or what to do next. (otherwise known as head
    knowledge.) This leads to the next clue:

    Proverbs 2:9
    Then you will understand what is right and just and fair-- every good path.

     
    Understanding is a lens which brings our Knowledge into crisp focus and produces
    principles. Like any classroom setting, you can know what the teacher is saying, but not
    understand. It’s accepting what we learn as Truth. This is especially hard when it comes to the
    bible and oftentimes, understanding doesn’t come until later. Occasionally God calls us to action
    before we understand the reasons. Sometimes He calls for Faith before Facts.
    Once all these clues fall into place, we get the key to living succesfully. When you fear the
    Lord, seek His will, (understanding is more of a lucky bonus) than you get the prize.

    Proverbs 16:16
    How much better to get wisdom than gold, to get insight rather than silver!

    Wisdom is when you put the Knowledge that’s in your head into your actions. It’s living
    in the Spirit instead of the flesh. Knowing God’s will and putting it into action produces
    Wisdom.
    The Hebrew translation of the word Wisdom is 'The ability to live life skillfully.' God
    desires what is best for our lives. He wants to see our lives used to the fullest. But that can’t be
    done outside of His plan. When we are in tune with His desires, and put them into action, than
    we shall live a life that is truly skillful and we will be satisfied to hear God one day say, “Well
    done, good and faithful servant.”


    So when those big decisions come hammering against your door, you can politely invite them in for tea because your God has all the games for the party figured out.

    Have you ever had a time when you were overwhelmed with Life and God helped you through it? Feel free to share in the comments!







    Tuesday, July 18, 2017

    How To Write Accurately


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    If anybody were to look at my google search engine they would probably lock me away and take my laptop. I could be googling anything from the meaning of a word to figuring out how long a dagger wound takes to heal.(Or where you can get stabbed and still live) It's really important that authors know what they are talking about, right?
    Here are a few questions and random things I've had to google this last week.

    1) The order of military ranks.
    Answer: 
    • Lieutenant. A seasoned lieutenant with 18 to 24 months service. Leads more specialized weapons platoons and indirect fire computation centers. As a senior Lieutenant, they are often selected to be the Executive Officer of a company-sized unit (110 to 140 personnel).
    • Captain. Commands and controls company-sized units (62 to 190 Soldiers)
    • Major. Serves as primary Staff Officer for brigade and task force command regarding personnel, logistical and operational missions.
    • Lieutenant Colonel. Addressed as "Lieutenant Colonel" or "Colonel." Typically commands battalion-sized units (300 to 1,000 Soldiers),
    • Colonel. Typically commands brigade-sized units (3,000 to 5,000 Soldiers)
    • Major General. Addressed as "General." Typically commands division-sized units (10,000 to 15,000 Soldiers).
     2) What color can cats see at night?
    Answer:  It's a common misconception that cats can't see any colors, only shades of gray. Humans are known as trichromats, meaning they have three kinds of cones that allow them to see red, green, and blue. Cats are also thought to be trichromats, but not in the same way that humans are. A cat's vision is similar to a human who is color blind. They can see shades of blue and green, but reds and pinks can be confusing. These may appear more green, while purple can look like another shade of blue.

    3) What is a suede jacket?
    Answer: Suede -  leather with the flesh side rubbed to make a velvety nap.
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    4) What is a foray?
    Answer:  A sudden attack or incursion into enemy territory, especially to obtain something; a raid.

    5) How long does it take for a fractured rib to heal?
    Answer:  A fractured rib usually takes at least 6 weeks to heal.

    Making your book realistic requires research. It's time to own up to it: You don't actually know everything. (as nice as that would be) I have found that a really great way to learn more is to keep a notebook with me while I'm reading. The moment I come across something I don't know, a question pops into my mind, or I want to see if something is accurate I write it down so I can google it later. (That way I can finish the chapter!) It only takes a moment and your book and your IQ will be better because of it. 
    Readers depend upon authors to know what they are writing about. We, as authors, are communicating to readers and helping them learn - even if they don't know it.

    What is one of the strangest things you've had to google for your book or just something you wanted to know? I would love to hear it! Please share in the comments below!

    Monday, July 10, 2017

    Book Peek

    Truth

    I have finally been getting back into the groove of writing every day. (Now that life has decided to give back a little of the free time it stole from me) Honestly, a lot of it had to do with prioritizing writing above other things. *stares angrily at the Pinterest link*
    As a treat for all my loyal readers, I've decided to post a small chunk of my book. Some of you may remember the beginning from my post Snagged a while ago, so you should enjoy seeing how the story continues.
    As always! Critiques are welcome. In fact, they are requested! If you have a tip to share, a problem you noticed, or just a thumbs up, pretty-please share in the comments at the bottom of the post!

    Chapter 1
    Loriens


                    Nobby’s heart pounded in his ears and his lungs burned with fire as he dashed through the shadowed forest. His soft leather boots made only the slightest thump on the marshy floor with each flying stride he made and his flight was as silent as it was swift. A patch of mist hovering low over the ground warned Nobby of the starving mud below. Rapidly counting the strides, he leaped over the mist and landed on the safety of firm ground. Nobby glanced back and saw several fleeting shadows following him like wraiths in the night. He snapped his head around in time to dodge another patch of bog. A fallen tree lay up ahead, its gnarled roots splaying in all directions like an overgrown palace. Nobby bounded up and slid down a root that led into a maze of dirt tunnels that barely allowed his slim form to slip through. He clambered up a web of roots and slid down to the other side in a desperate attempt to lose his pursuers. There was a loud scuffle and several hissed oaths because the pathway only allowed one person to go through at a time. Nobby changed his direction and grasped a low hanging branch, swinging himself into the tree. With the agility of a squirrel, he bounded from limb to limb; using only the sturdiest ones that wouldn’t shake as much. After a distance he dropped back onto the ground and continued to run. His legs felt like water and his heart was a burning ember in his chest. With a final burst of energy, Nobby swung himself into another tree and climbed up into the crotch. He sucked in several choking breaths before forcing himself to stay quiet. He shut his eyes to focus on steadying his trembling limbs that would shake the branch he was hiding in. He resisted the urge to pull down the black cloth covering his mouth and nose. His pale skin would shine out in the night if he pulled it down to gasp in fresh air.
                    All was painfully silent for an eternity of time. Nobby’s eyes scanned the forest floor, picking out the areas of mist covering the bog that, in the daytime, looked like any other patch of marshy, moss covered ground. The mist, the key to avoided death by drowning, only appeared in the dead of night and evaporated in the morning– making the Murkwater Forest the most treacherous to anybody other than the Loriens.
                     Nobby tensed as a shadow silently drifted by underneath him. Judging from the broad shoulders and sturdy stride, Nobby suspected Garner was just below him. Another figure, slimmer than the first, joined Garner, and they held a hushed conversation. Nobby’s sensitive hearing picked up several words.
                    “…Must have headed towards the Blackwater”
                    The slim figure shook his head. “Would have heard him.”
                    Nobby held his breath as the two figures looked around the forest. As long as they didn’t look up he would be safe.
                    The rustling of branches behind him caused Nobby to jerk around just in time to see a third black figure pounce towards him. Nobby gripped a branch and let himself fall, only to be caught by his hand. His assailant, missing his intended target, fell to the forest floor with a thud and the other two figures looked up. Nobby hung precariously from one hand over thin air for a moment before hauling himself back into the branches. He considered jumping to the ground and fleeing on foot. A glance down made the decision for him. Too late. Garner and the other figure were already halfway up the tree while the third figure picked himself up and waited for him to make just that decision. Nobby slung himself through the branches, jumping from tree to tree. The next tree was a far jump and Nobby took it without hesitation. Suddenly his leg was caught from behind and his momentum stopped. Nobby fell to the forest floor inches from a section of mist and the air was forced from his lungs as his attacker fell on top of him. Before Nobby could catch his breath his hands were pinned and a dagger was at his throat.
                    “Close. But no close enough.” A smooth male voice said from behind the black cloth that covered everything but his eyes.
                    Nobby looked up into the eyes of his captor, whose razor sharp blade was dangerously close to slitting his throat. The corners of the bright hazel eyes wrinkled as the owner smiled. Nobby tensed as three more black figures joined the victor who pinned him down.
                    “You don’t have to completely humiliate me, Twain.” Nobby gasped against the dagger.
                    The figure sheathed his dagger and got to his feet, offering a hand to him. Nobby allowed Twain to pull him to his feet. His legs were still shaky from the flight and his lungs burned as his breathing gradually returned to normal. He ripped the cloth away from his face and inhaled the cool forest air.
                    “You nearly gave us the slip going through the Tarn,” Garner said through wheezing breaths.
                    The slim figure pulled off his hood and revealed his tan skin and black hair. “If Garner hadn’t insisted on going first we wouldn’t have lost him.”
                    “That’s what you think, Varl,” contradicted the third, “You were the one that – “
                    “Peace, Severin,” Twain said with a smile as he clapped a hand on his companion’s shoulder. All of them were nearly the same height except for Garner, who’s thicker build made him appear larger, but Twain was most certainly the shortest. “Nobby gave us all the slip quiet neatly. I just happened to be the lucky one in the tree when he took that foolhardy leap.”
                    “Couldn’t you have avoided landing on me?” Nobby asked, wrapping his arms around his bruised chest. “I would never be able to explain a broken rib to Edmund.”
                    The spark of Twain’s eyes shone around his massively dilated pupil, which looked eerily cat-like, as he grinned. “Be thankful I didn’t grab the hood of your cloak or you would have had to explain a broken neck as well.”
                    Nobby rolled his eyes, which showed as much blue than Twain’s showed hazel. The extra dilated pupil enabled him and all other Lorians navigate the dangerous Murkwater Forest where no Human feet ever tread. The woods, blanketed in the midnight darkness, was a canvass of blues and greens to Nobby's dilated eyes.
                    Twain looked up through the fluttering leaves of the trees. “The moon is going to sleep.”
                    Nobby nodded and pulled his cloak back over his face, giving a farewell nod to each of his Lorenian friends. “I need to get back before the servants wake up and Edmund hears I’ve been out again.”
                    Twain gave Nobby a backhanded slap on the shoulder. “You did much better tonight. Perhaps tomorrow Severin will deem it a good use to time to throw some knives around.”
                    The Lorien named Severin folded his arms across his chest and glared. Twain spread his arms out in innocence. “That was meant as a compliment. We all know you could pick a crabapple off a branch while reclining in the grass.”
                    The cold in Severin’s eyes eased a bit and he nodded.  Nobby thought he caught the faintest hint a smile tugging at the corner of his stoic friend’s mouth.  Garner, Varl, and Severin raised a hand in parting.
                    “Cowritte,” they said in broken unison.
                    Nobby raised his hand in return. “Cowritte, hu cwaik.”
                    The three Loriens disappeared into the forest as silently as shadows.
                    “Your forest navigation isn’t the only thing improving,” Twain commented approvingly. “Soon you will be speaking Lorenian so well nobody would guess you weren’t a full-blooded native.”
                 Nobby turned and allowed a faint smile cross his face at the compliment. Twain, who had just pulled the fabric over his freckled nose, gestured for him to follow.
                    “Come along, cwaik. I shall walk you to the Forest’s edge.”
                    Twain began sprinting across the ground and swung into a tree. Nobby followed a few steps behind as they dashed from tree to tree. When they neared edge of the forest they dropped to the ground and walked until they could see the fields and dark silhouetted houses of Marlin. Nobby stopped and turned to his friend.
                    “Tomorrow is a full moon. We will be able to see better while throwing knives.” Twain said in the typical blunt fashion that seemed to accompany the Lorien blood.
                    Nobby nodded and grasped the hand Twain offered. Twain turned and vanished back into the forest while Nobby headed down the dirt road that skirted the village of Marlin. The fields were bathed in pale moonlight and the long shafts of wheat waved gently in the wind that caressed them. Nobby broke into a jog as the fields and quaint wooden cottages petered out into the cobblestone streets of Marlin Square.
                    Nobby slipped into the shadows of a building and paused for a moment. He closed his eyes and trained his ear to sift through the night sounds until he picked out the gentle creak of leather and rubbing of gloved hands. A shuffled footstep pinpointed where the guard was standing. Nobby retreated and turned down another road where he knew no guards would be patrolling. He paused for a moment to think. It was probably about the third watch of the night - there would be guards stationed along all the roads leading home. Nobby ran to a dead end alley and shimmied up a pile of crates. He leaped up and gripped the corner of the roof. The wood nearly gave way under his weight as he pulled himself up. Keeping low to avoid being silhouetted against the sky, Nobby ran from roof top and rooftop. Several times there was a large gap over an alley. With practiced strides he cleared the daunting obstacle. As the houses grew farther apart he was forced to return to the ground. He was on the outskirts of town again and before him stretched the manicured lawn of Marlin House, belonging to Baron Gormon – the only home he could ever remember. Nobby avoided the main brick pathway that led to the Manor doors, instead slinking along the outskirts where a thick hedge walled in the grounds. He came to the far side of the house where ivy grew in a thick tangled web up the rock walls. Nobby dashed over and gripped a stout ivy vine. He shimmied up the ivy ladder until he was below a window. He reached a hand up and grasped the ledge, digging his nails in as he pulled himself up. Balancing on the ledge, he pushed the window inward before swinging his legs into the empty room. He listened for a moment and was satisfied with the silence that greeted him.
                    After closing the window, Nobby shed his Lorien garb which included leather Baldricks, which held his daggers and knives, a Jerkin of dark oiled leather, his forest green cloak, Bracers, and the black scarf that wrapped around the lower part of his face. He sat on the edge of his bed to pull off his boots and unbuckle the sheathed knives around his ankles. Nobby gathered everything together and tied it in a bundle with his cloak before stuffing it on the top shelf of his wardrobe where the servants wouldn’t find while cleaning.
                    Nobby closed his window and slid under the blankets just as the moon dipped behind the distant mountains. He collapsed against the pillows and his body gave into the exhaustion he had been fighting off on the journey home. He had slept a few hours before leaving and with another hour of sleep he would be back to normal. His Lorien blood worked in bursts of energy that hardly needed any sleep to fuel. But after the night’s chase through the forest, Nobby was completely spent. Sleep soon captured him and refused to let go even after the sun’s rays pierced the window’s curtains and fell on his face.
                    A knocking on his door finally dragged Nobby from the arms of sleep. The door opened and Edmund strolled in. Nobby pushed himself out of bed and raked his fingers through his unruly copper hair.
                    “You are about to miss breakfast, Nobby.” Edmund warned as he pulled back the drapes.
                    “Too bright!” Nobby exclaimed and winced against the sun, shielding his eyes with his hand.
                    Edmund crossed his arms over his chest and stared down at him with piercing blue eyes full of suspicion. Once Nobby was able to see against the sun he threw back the covers and swung his legs over the side of the bed. His toes tingled as they touched the cold wooden floor.
                    “We have riding lessons after breakfast,” Edmund stated.
                    Nobby nodded, jerking on his boots. As he pulled his white tunic over his head he heard Edmund sigh. “You were out again last night, weren’t you?”
                    Nobby slipped his arms through his green doublet and began fastening the buckles, hoping his silence would give Edmund enough of an answer.
                    “Answer the question,” Edmund demanded with a harsh edge to his voice.
                    Nobby looked up at his brother. They stood nearly eye to eye despite the fact that Nobby was seventeen and Edmund a year younger; they were different in nearly every way except their blue eyes. Even that one similarity had its limits since Nobby’s eyes could dilate far more than Edmund’s.
                    Edmund gave an exasperated huff and turned away to run his fingers through his wavy, dark brown hair. “Why do you still cling to that side?”
                    Nobby threw his arms out. “Why not? I’m just as much a Lorien as I am a Human.”
                    “But we live with Humans,” Edmund said, his voice rising ever so slightly.
                    “Correction: You live with Humans. I, on the other hand, live in both worlds.”
                    Edmund sighed in defeat. Nobby walked up and laid a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “You should come with me, Edmund. You are Lorien as well.”
                    Edmund shrugged his hand off. “I don’t choose that side.”
                    “If you have the freedom to choose, can’t I?”
                    Edmund’s shoulder’s sagged and he slowly nodded. Nobby put his hand back on his brother’s shoulder and this time Edmund allowed it to stay there.
                    “I don’t want to always have this conversation,” Nobby said, trying to dispel the tense atmosphere. “You are the only person who knows that I spend my nights with the Loriens, and that’s how it will always be. No questions will ever be asked and you will never be hindered by my actions.”
        Edmund glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. “That’s not what I’m worried about.”
        “You can try to pretend,” Nobby said, “But I know that’s what bothers you. I don’t want our life here to get messed up any more than you do.”
        “If the people ever learned that you went out with the Loriens.” Edmund didn’t finish his sentence, but the point was clear.
        Nobby nodded. “Nobody will ever know.” And awkward moment of silence reigned until Nobby said, “I’m starving.”
                    The corner of Edmund’s mouth twitched up and Nobby felt his chest relax as his brother nodded again. He grabbed his riding gloves and cap off his desk before following Edmund out into the hallway. They walked down the carpeted halls lined with stone walls covered in painted pictures. Several maids, dressed in stiff grey dresses and starched aprons, bustled by to clean the rooms without making eye contact. Nobby flipped the soft green hat over his unruly hair as they neared the dining hall. He reached a hand up and pulled the corners of the hat low enough to cover the point of his ears. The points were subtle enough that people dismissed it as a deformity. But anybody who saw him dressed in his Lorien clothes would quickly discover the truth.
        Nobby could hear the clinking of dishes as he rounded a corner and came to the dining room where the servants were already setting the table. Baron Gormon, a pale, sickly man, who spent far too much time in his dungeon of a library studying absolutely nothing of any importance, sat at the head of the table peering at the breakfast preparations down his long and skinny nose.
                    “It’s a pleasure to see you two have remembered to be on time for a change.” The Baron declared louder than needed. “Hurry and eat before the stable master rides without you. He is not as patient as I am.”
                    Nobby suppressed his facial expressions as he and Edmund took their seats at the table. Thankfully, this condescending comment was all the Baron deemed worthy to say for the rest of the meal and Nobby didn’t linger any longer than necessary. He excused himself as politely as he could without sounded sarcastic and exited the dining room followed closely by Edmund.  They went through the heavy oak doors and into the intense sunlight that bathed the world in its warmth. The trees were just beginning to turn into the brilliant shades of Fall. Winter would set in soon. Then the Murkwater Forest would freeze and there would be no more midnight chases.
                    Nobby put off these somber thoughts and followed the pathway to the far side of the grounds. Here the manicured lawns gave way to several large paddocks where horses grazed. They picked their heads up at the sound of his footsteps and nickered their greeting. Tethered to the hitch stand outside the stable were several horses belonging to village boys who were training under the Stable Master.
                    “Come inside,” a deep and raspy voice called from the stable door.
                    Nobby turned to face Peter Snade, the Stable Master and trainer. He had come to the village only a few years ago and had instantly begun training all the village boys who were big enough to draw a sword in the art of being a King’s guard. Baron Gormon had insisted upon Nobby and Edmund joining the ranks so there was little choice.
                    Nobby after master Snade into the warm barn. Dust drifted through the air and Nobby stifled the urge to sneeze as he inhaled the scent of crushed oats, broken hay, and warm horses. Over a dozen boys, all around his age, stood in a military line against the barn wall. Nobby and Edmund joined their ranks, though their clothing distinguished them as higher ranking. Nobby caught the eye of Gary Whiliker, a blond village boy who spent most of his time ploughing the fields alongside his father. He was a bit of a troublemaker and fiercely set upon being a king’s guard. Gary acknowledged Nobby and Edmund with a barely perceptible nod as they came to stand alongside him.
                    “Some of you boys from the village have your horses already saddled,” Master Snade grated. “Those of you who don’t will have to work double time to saddle up and get out into the yard. Those who are late will spend the rest of the day cleaning this barn until I can actually breath without inhaling half of mother earth through my nose.”
                    Nobby couldn’t hold it any longer. He doubled over with the force of his sneeze and half of the line erupted into terribly suppressed giggles. When Nobby straightened he met Snade’s steely eyes.
                    “Unless you’re volunteering now, Lord Gusto, I suggest you keep your thoughts to yourself.”
                    Nobby bit his tongue to fight a snarky comment as Snade jerked a thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the paddocks. “Saddle up, soldiers.”
                    Nobby, Edmund, and several of the other village boys entered the paddocks where the horses eagerly came to them. They nuzzled their pockets hoping for a carrot or a lump to sugar. Nobby selected a long-legged black gelding named Raven and slipped the bridle over his ears. He tied the reins to the wooden fence while he picked up the saddle and hoisted it across Raven’s back, cinching the girth tight. Raven tossed his head as Nobby swung astride. Across the paddock, Edmund mounted a grey mare with a testy personality. Nobby grew slightly concerned as Edmund worked the bit out from between the mare’s teeth.
                    “There are many other horses in the pasture.” Nobby said as they rode out of the paddock to join the other riders alongside master Snade.
                    “Don’t pretend you’re the only one who can ride.” Edmund retorted as the mare’s tail flicked irritably.
                    Nobby shrugged and they pulled up in a line next to the other riders. Snade began laying out their riding course for the day. It was going to be a lesson in reconnaissance.
                    “The only way to learn is through life.” Snade bellowed at them. “Several farmers have new livestock. Based off of your work yesterday you should be able to locate where they house them, how many there are, and who they belong too. I want you back before noon. The Loriens in the forests are getting more sneaky in their raids so we need to keep tabs on every single animal that these farmers have. As a guard you don’t have time to dilly-dally. All decisions must be based off of instinct. If you hesitate,” here Snade dragged a thumb across his neck.
                    The riders nodded and Nobby felt Raven began to prance under him. Snade stepped back and pointed in the direction of the village. “Captain Nobby will take the outskirts with his men, Captain Trisk the middle ring, and Captain Peete, the town Square. Get out of here.”
                    Raven lurched forward without the need of the riding crop and Nobby leaned forward to keep himself from being flung off. Edmund was only a stride behind him as they raced over the fields. Nobby glanced back with an ear-splitting smile as he cleared a fence into a local pasture. He knew exactly which farmer had gotten at least some of the animals. Yesterday while on patrol he had overheard farmer Hon talking about getting some piglets from his neighbor. Nobby caught sight of several riders branching off from the group. No doubt they were having similar recollections. Edmund and Gary still followed him as they thundered across the fields towards a little cottage not far outside of village. A grey haired man stepped out of the house at the sound of horse hooves.
                    “We heard you’ve gotten new piglets,” Nobby stated in an authoritative voice.
                    Hon’s eyes flickered between the three youths in unease. “Yes, sir, just got ‘em this mornin’. I hope there ain’t nothing wrong.”
                    Nobby felt bad for making the old man nervous but he couldn’t slacken his posture.
                    “As our rank demands, we are obliged to keep track of all happenings in the village of Marlin.” Edmund said crisply.
                    Hon paled a bit. Edmund leaned forward on the saddle horn to stare down at him. “How many animals did you get?”
                    “Just three, your lordship.” Hon stammered. “They’re housed in the barn as I speak.”
                    Edmund sat back up and narrowed his eyes. Nobby stopped his from rolling at his brother. One of these days I’m going to put a pig skin full of air under his saddle so when he leans forward it will sound like there’s a pig in his pants. Nobby jerked the reins and tapped his riding crop to his cap before riding off towards the next house. They inquired at every cottage until they had gleaned every bit of information they could squeeze out. Nobby led the way towards the Square, where he hoped to meet up with Captain Peete. The shops that had been closed during the night were now open and people filtered through the streets. Nobby navigated among the people at a brisk trot. Several of the other riders joined him and reported their findings. Nobby’s eyes drifted over the crowds around him to see if there was anything out of the ordinary. As he analyzed each his gaze came to rest on a cloaked figure with a light brown beard covering his chin. Intense eyes stared directly at him from under the shadow of the hood. Nobby felt his skin crawl and he sidled close to Edmund without taking his eyes from the man.
                    “He’s new,” Nobby muttered.
                    Edmund followed his gaze until they rested on the cloaked figure. “Let’s go find out his business.”
                    Nobby rode towards the man with Edmund close behind. When the man realized they were coming towards him he turned and fled into a side street.
                    “Stop!” Edmund yelled as he kicked his horse into a canter.
                    Raven needed no urging and Nobby yelled at the people to move. They rounded the corner and Reynold saw the tip of the man’s cloak disappear around another corner.
                    “That way,” he yelled and spurred his horse onward.
                    Nobby came around the next corner first and pulled is horse to a stop. The alley was empty and a dead end.
                    “Impossible.” Edmund exploded as he stared around wide eyed.
                    Nobby checked but there were no doors that could have allowed the man to slip through their net and nothing big enough for him to hide behind or in.
                    “He was up to no good, I can assure you of that.” Edmund conjectured.
                    Nobby gave a half nod. “Master Snade won’t be pleased that we let him escape.”
                    “Escape?” Edmund snorted. “The wraith vanished into thin air. How could he expect us to trap a shadow?”
                    “He was no wraith, Ed. Just a very good escape artist.” Nobby muttered.
                    Edmund turned his horse around and rode back towards the square, still muttering under his breath angrily. As Nobby turned to follow his eyes fell upon the far corner of the dead end where two buildings came together to form a sharp corner. Along both edges there were deep ruts scraped into the plaster and the moss was worn away from a few areas. Reynold’s heart leapt in his chest. Only a Lorien could climb like that! But what was a Lorien doing in Marlin?






    As I said earlier: Tips, suggestions, and approval/disapproval are all welcome!! Also, if you would like to read more of the story, let me know and I'll start posting more of it on my blog.

    Monday, June 26, 2017

    Trying To Be Good

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    I realized that I have been very naughty. I haven't been keeping to my blog at all! (honestly, I actually forgot about it for a while.) Life has been crazy busy with trips, events, work, and finishing up school! And, to be honest, I haven't been writing in my book as much as I should be. As an author, I should be writing. That's kind of what we do. (hence the name)
    But I'm back in the game now! And actually, taking a break from sitting in front of the computer allowed me to have time to think about the complicated parts in my story.
    I know I've read a lot from writing websites that talk about always - ALWAYS - finding time to write at least a little every single day. But that may not be such a good idea. I know I haven't found it helpful. Because if I'm hitting a part of the book that just isn't coming together, sitting in front of a screen isn't going to help me. It just puts more stress because I'm staring at a wall of letters that fades into white nothingness knowing I need to write SOMETHING! (panic attack ensues!) I mean, does anybody besides me get tired from listening to the same song every single day? It wears you down until you want to throttle the speakers!

    Taking a break is important, but it doesn't mean you have to completely ditch your book. (As an author, it's always in your head anyway.) I find that there are certain times throughout the day when I can think through a hard part of the book. Planning doesn't have to be done in front of the computer. Here are a few places and times that I get most of my brilliant ideas! (ok, brilliant may be too strong of a word. I think they are brilliant, but I'm probably biased.)

    1: Doing Chores
    I am the dishwasher in my family. And being the oldest of six means there are lots, and lots, and lots of dishes. This is a perfect time for me to work through some of the nitty-gritty things. I'm the type of person who will write the intense and exciting story line and totally ditch the details.
    Author Tip: Try to ask yourself questions about your book. Questions like: "Why would my character do that?" "How does this scene help the story?" "How can I make this part with a lot of talking more exciting?"
    Don't always go along with the first idea that pops into your head. There are more options for how a character can find out that the dying man he's holding in his arms is his supposedly-dead father. The dying guy doesn't have to say it through gasping breaths. That's been done way to many times.
     Writing:
    2: Working Outside
    Ok, so maybe not everybody spends 4 hours outside like I do. (I don't have much of a choice because my job is exercising horses, I have to be outside.) But most people go outside every now and then! I mean, tending gardens, mowing the lawn, trimming bushes, these are all great times to think about your book! Come up with different lands and areas that would make great settings for different scenes! Or keep asking yourself questions.
    A book is not mere paper and words...:

    3: Reading
    I know this might sound a little weird, but sometimes a great book can spark new ideas! Or it can pose a new way of looking at something that you never would have thought of before and fits perfectly with your book! Learning isn't always from a textbook. A lot of knowledge is passed down from other people who have walked the path before you. If there is a certain way that you want to write, read a book that is written in that way. It will help get you into the mood or give you the intense feelings that you want to transfer into your book! (Just don't be a copy-cat because that's lame)
    Robb Stark =( He will always be King of the North! Omg I'm still in denial about this. It so sad.:

    What are some of the ways you come up with great ideas? Please share in the comments so other people can learn! Don't let Writer's Block get the better of you! And remember: Take a break every now and then. Shut the computer down and live in the beautiful world that God has put you in. No book can ever tell the story you are writing with your life.