Thursday, December 30, 2010

Elvish Epicness!

Recently two of the Elves, Millard and Silver Angel, have made a worthy video. Watch, and be amazed. I absolutely love this, because it completely mirrors my own opinions on this subject.

And if you're not an Elf, ye may not get this. But you shall find it amusing nonetheless.

Trolls! Wipeouts! Elves! Give me liberty or give me Elves! Or better yet, just give me Elves.

Epicness.




Huzzah for Elves!

Endurance and Victory,

--
Jake

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

The Hall of the King of Arowdae

The picture you observe there is my woeful Paint version of the Hall of the King. :)  Use your imagination, and let me explain it a wee bit.

Imagine you are walking along...and you see this massive stone wall.  With a golden door. :)  Pretty cool, huh?  If you step inside, you will see a giant, open-aired hall.  On either side of you are giant pillars, and a stone walkway stretches beneath your feet.  It is covered by all sorts of colored carpets and furs.  On the far side of the hall is another wall, bigger than the first.  There are tapestries, paintings, and banners strewn all across it.  At the foot of the wall is a lacquered wooden throne of hard kieda wood.  There is an assortment of furs to cushion the kings's backside laid upon the thrown. ;)

The end. ;)  How did you like your miniature tour through the Hall of the King of Arowdae?  Good?  OK?  Want more?  Well, ye'll have to wait.  No one is reading my novel until I have it halfway edited. ;)

Enough randomness for today.  Until next time!

--
Jake

Thursday, December 23, 2010

O Christmas Tree--Tis the Tag!

Well, I ended up with a tag. >_>  Yay.  Can ye tell I am excited? ;)

Tag Rules:


1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.
4. Tag 20 friends.
5. Everyone tagged has to do the same thing.
And the questions?  *drumroll*

If someone says "Are you okay?" you say...
"Caroling Medley by VeggieTales".  O_o  Hey, don't look at me like that.  Twas a free album.

What would best describe your personality?
"Gibberish by Relient K." Scarily accurate. >_>
How would you describe yourself?
"Prologue."  O_o Prologue to what?
What do you like in a guy/girl?
"Puppy Love by VeggieTales."  GAH!
How do you feel today?
"Break Open the Sky by tobyMac."  (OO) That is interesting...
What is your life's purpose?
"Hey Devil by tobyMac."  ;) Well, actually, tis the opposite...
What's Your Motto?
"Comatose by Skillet."  Hmm...well tis an interesting word, but not exactly a motto.
What do your friends think of you?
"Loud 'n Clear by tobyMac."  That might be. :|

What do your parents think of you?
"Terminal B by Andrew Landers."  Hm.
What do you think about very often?
"For Unto Us a Child is Born by VeggieTales."  Well, I certainly do this time of year. >_>
What is 2 + 2?
"Hark the Harold Angels Sing/Angles We Have Heard on High by VeggieTales."  O_o
What do you think of your best friend?
"Falling Inside the Black by Skillet."  Interesting.
What do you think of the person you like?
"Its About Love by VeggieTales."  I don't like anyone. :P  Who picked these questions?
What is your life story?
"Christmas Sizzle Boy by VeggieTales."  How did ye KNOW?! ;)
What do you want to be when you grow up?
"Rebirthing by Skillet."  Huh.
What do you think when you see the person you like?
"Come Right Out and Say It by Relient K."  Again...who picked these questions?
What will you do at your wedding?
"One World by tobyMac."  <_<  This is starting to get strange.
What will they play at your funeral?
"Say Goodbye by Skillet."  How apt.

What is your hobby/interest?
"Start Somewhere by tobyMac."  Well, ye must start somewhere to get a hobby. >_>

What is your biggest fear?
"Made to Love by tobyMac."  Riiiiight.
What is your biggest secret?
"Candy Cane Blues by VeggieTales."  Aye. :|
What do you want right now?
"The Friendly Beasts by VeggieTales."  Bwahahaha ;)

What do you think of your friends?
"Ignition by tobyMac."  FIRE!
What's the worst thing that could happen?
"City On Our Knees by tobyMac."  Probably not.
What is the one thing you regret?
"Looking for Angels by Skillet."  As if I ever did that. ;)
What makes you laugh?
"Yours to Hold by Skillet."  Not really.

What makes you cry?
"Not in My Backyard by Andrew Landers."  The message behind the song?  Not exactly...but it could, one day.
Will you ever get married?
"Was He a Boy Like Me by VeggieTales."  It avoided the question.
What scares you the most?
"Jingle Ka-ching by VeggieTales."  GAH!  *hides*

Does anyone like you?
"Lord of the Rings, the Fellowship of the Ring by City of Prague Philharmonic."  I like ye too LOTR. ;)  But seriously...if I get another one of these questions I shall quit. :|
If you could go back in time, what would you change?
"Battling Kings by VeggieTales."  I wonder...
What hurts right now?
"Iowa Song by Andrew Landers."  Heh.
What would you want to say to the person who tagged you?
"Joy to the World by VeggieTales."  For once this thing got it right. ;)

What will you name this post?
"O Christmas Tree by VeggieTales."  Okay then. >_>

Well, it ended. :)  I thought I would enjoy this...but I am not sure now. ;)   I tag all of my followers!  Do this if ye dare!  And if ye love this so much ye want to do it...go ahead and steal it. <_<

--
Jake

Monday, December 20, 2010

The. Most. Epic. Movie. Ever.


The above video is about six minutes long--basically, I think of it as the entire musical theme of LOTR crammed into six minutes.

Part of the reason for this post is that 1) I love that video, and 2) I am about to watch the most epic movie ever: Lord of the Rings, Return of the King.

The. Best. Movie. Ever. Nothing comes close. It is the most fantastic fantasy and blow-you-away epic movie ever made and one of the greatest novels of all time.

Enough of my ranting. ;) Enjoy the video!

--
Jake

Sunday, December 19, 2010

The Amazon Kindle

After many moons of saving--delayed by book-buying and gift-giving--I have finally bought the Kindle.  The newest version. >_>  An e-reader!  Books available in one minute in over 100 countries!  Ect. etc. etc.!  Those on the Underground know many of the Kindle's abilities... ;)  More on that later...

So I went through the tedious processes of grabbing some pictures for ye people.  Now, behold!  The Kindle on a field of white. ;)


                                    Actually, that's the Kindle in its case. ;)  Not the raw Kindle itself.


                Here here!  See the Kindle!  Tis a charcoal one.  Emily Dickinson is the current 'screensaver'.


                                                          The Kindle without its cover.


     And what is this?  It's a bird!  It's a plane!  No, it's my novel! ;)  A bit easier than printing it out, eh?


Behold!  There it is again. :)


Read the title: tis the epic novel 'By Darkness Hid' on my Kindle.  With my hand. >_>


My novel again. ;)


And take a look at this: it's the Underground! :D  In black and white. >_>


And look--there's Millard! :)

So that's my Kindle in pictoral form. >_>  What do ye think?  And ye may expect a post on E-reader vs. Paper soon.  Maybe, maybe not.  I'm terrible at promising posts and then not posting...

--
Jake

Friday, December 10, 2010

The Flow'st Upon a Midnight: Christmas Edition

For now, just for $0.99, you can get The Flow'st Upon a Midnight: Christmas Edition from your nearest music retailer or at Amazon.com MP3 store.  This new hit features such lyrics as the original 'Flow'st' and so much more!

;)

I was singing the other day.  If the glass on the car wasn't extra-strong, they would've broken, but the particular song I was singing was 'It Came Upon a Midnight Clear'.  And all of a sudden....I starting singing something different.  You know those weird times when you are singing one song and suddenly switch to another?  That was one of those times.  It was still the same tune, but the lyrics were suddenly different...

"The Flow'st Upon a Midnight Three," I sang.

Wha?!

Turns out, there's enough voice-warping available for this song, that you can set 'The Flow'st Upon a Midnight' to the 'It Came Upon a Midnight Clear' tune.



C       F        C            
I said to him and he to me.
 F             D7         G7
That I had gone and ate a tree
C                 F        C            
The Flow'st upon a midnight three
  F                    G7     C  
And caused the cat to flee.


So that's my randomness for today. ;)   Other things I have neglected to mention follow: Manny, my sister (older than Vrenith but younger than I) has made a blog!  She actually has two, but the one I personally enjoy the most is 'It Can't Get Any Crazier Than This'.  Check it out! :)  Much pie and randomness etc. :)

Other things may be concerning stories.  I am writing a rather 'whimsical' one right now in the spirit of Alice in Wonderland...my creativity has been shot ever since NaNoWriMo, so the other side of my brain (randomness, mwahahaha) has kicked in.  The contents concern hungry cabinets, man-eating mice, cats, cows, and Eighty-five Pounds (a nearby province).

With that....I'm out. :)

--
Jake

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Aye, I Have Something Up My Sleeve...

Woh, it's been a fortnight since I hath posted, hm?  Ten days! :O  Shame on me! 

Excuses first, y'know.  ;)  I have been very very very very busy these days, and I haven't TOUCHED my novel since I finished it... I was planning on doing alot of editing, but alas, events have conspired against me!   It is now the fifth of December, and Procrastination--the hideous beast it is--is crouching at my door again.  Agh! :P

But with other news, I have looked into a wonderful feature NaNoWriMo winners have available for them: the code for a free paperback copy of your own novel!! :D  I am going to take advantage of this very soon...providing I can get some editing done. Perhaps a familial Christmas present?

Anyway, I have something up my sleeve.  Soon, on my other blog, I plan to undertake an undertaking, an undertaking called socks.  Or, more specifically, NaNoWriMo socks.  Aye, I see ye know what I mean: I plan to follow in the footsteps of Millard and Whisper and write NaNoWriMo on my socks.

If ye know the story, Millard, on his blog, decided to write NaNoWriMo on his socks, so he did so and published a picture of it in his celebratory blog post.

Now, Whisper, encouraged by Millard, took up her Sharpie also and wrote NaNoWriMo on her socks as well--but she took a video of it!

So, to top it ;) I am going to write NaNoWriMo on my socks, take a video of it, and then post it on my blog!  But to make it unique *mwahahaha* I am going to write with a giant BLUE sharpie!  XD XD  I shall treasure those socks always. :|  It should be an Elvish tradition. ;)

Anyway, I just have to take up the monumental task of either finding Manny's camera for the video or finding Mom's battery-charger.  And when I say monumental..I mean monumental. :|  I have spent the last hour searching for them *sigh*

With that, my randomness of the day is done again!  Until next time, *tips hat*

--
Jake

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Y'know, I Just Realized....

Two days ago, this blog turned one year old.  :)  Ancient, huh?  It's crazy how time flies.  I remember making this blog... >_>  A lot has happened since then.  I've finished two novels--three, perhaps?  Lots of memories here.  I used to make another blog like once a year, LOL.  But not anymore.  Remember the rabbit scare, readers?  "The Thousand Year Meeting"--those were scary days. :O  Epic, though.

I don't suppose any of you have followed this long enough to remember when I finished my second novel.  Or began my third--or even read my synopsis.  Lots have happened.  There's a lot of history here.  Sorta like the Underground. :)  That's over a year old as well... >_>

So what do you remember of the 'old days' when blogs were young and everyone was eager to write?

And happy Thanksgiving. :)

--
Jake

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

To Darkness Fled Book Trailer

Turns out some awesome people made a book trailer video of 'To Darkness Fled' Check this out! The 'To Darkness Fled' trailer, made by a bunch of Nightwingers. ;) Pretty awesome! Epic, in fact. *watches video again*



--
Jake

Monday, November 15, 2010

In Honor of Those Who have OWNED NaNoWriMo!

I am beside myself with joy! :)  I know three--yes, THREE--Elves/people that have already finished--owned--NaNoWriMo.  So this post is in honor of them!  :)  This is in order of done-d-ness--those who finished first are first in line. :D

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Firstly: Squeaks!

Squeaks has just finished her first novel (HALLELUJAH!), 'In the House of Ramsy Motch'.  AMAZING!  And what's even more epical, is that she is attempting to write the second book in the series by the end of November as well!  WHOO!  *applause*  Good luck, Squeaks! :D  And let us read it sometime. ;)

Second: EP (Elven Princess)!

This is also her first novel, the longest thing she has ever written.  She finished it just behind Squeaks.  :)  GREAT JOB!! :D :D :D :D  It amazed me the speed she was writing. :)

And thirdly (a success story), Millard! (see his post on his finished novel here)

On the eighth of November, Millard was at 10k.  He hadn't written in four days, and he had frantically posted on whether or not he was going to try and catch up--or die trying.  But then he did something amazing.

He wrote 40,000 words in SIX DAYS. 

Believe it, readers!  You want to see his stats? :D  It was amazing!  One of those days he actually wrote 10,000 words!  One day!  GO MILLARD! :D

Here is the comment I wrote on his blog:
"AGGGDKJSDJFSJDKFG!!! :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D

MILLARD YOU DID IT!!! DANCE FOR JOY MY DEAR SHINING LIGHT YOU DIIIIIIDDDDDD IIIIIITTTTTTTT!!!!! XD XD XD XD XD XD PRAISE ELLOS!! YOU DID IT MILLARD! Can you feel the overwhelming achievement?! I can, and I'm halfway 'cross the country! XD GOOOOO MILLLARDDDD!!!!!! YAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!! SOCKS SOCKS SOCKS! :O Y'know, whisper is friends with socks... YOU OWN NANOWRIMO MILLARD!!! OWNAAAAGEE!!! XD

By the way ;) ye are number one. ;) ;) Moahahaha. XD"

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So congrats NaNo OWNERS!  XD  You did it! Hallelujah!

And for those of us still plugging on through dragging word counts, Endurance and Victory!   We can do it!  Just take a look at those stories up there! :)

Over and out,

--
Jake

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Despicable Characters and Some Sort of Betrayal

The title has mostly nothing to do with the post.  Except that it has to do with the excerpt I am going to give you...*turns red*  Oops, I wasn't supposed to tell ye that yet, was I?  Ah, well, the cat's out of the bag *meow* *RWEW!* *tackles cat to the ground and stuffs it into a bag*

Now, where was I?  Ah, yes.  Betrayal and despicable characters.  Both can be summed up in this oneword: Dreadman.  Or, rather, the Dreadman. 

Now, as for an excerpt...aye, I can see that light in yer eyes.  Tis about the Dreadman--I wrote it just last night. :)  Well, tis SORT of about the Dreadman.  At any rate, here it is!

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Kyrsain was the captain of a dying city guard.


All around him, black-cloaked invaders struck strategically in places of the guard. Men fell without a sound, a wordless cry on their lips.

A man near Kyrsain gurgled and fell, and as the bloodied sword slipped out of him and whirled smoothly toward Kyrsain, he tried his best to defend himself. He struck, defended, parried, and attacked, but the man blocked every strike. Kyrsain could just see the moonlight glint on the man's eyes within the black cloak, and a smile seemed to grace the shadowed lips--or was it his imagination?

Kyrsain slipped on the stones and fell backwards. The man lunged towards him, but Kyrsain struck upward with his sword, and he felt it hit flesh. A cry came from the cloaked man, and he fell.

Kyrsain stumbled upward and glanced around the carnage.

Everywhere, men cried and struggled against cloaked men with thin swords of silvers steel. His men, Kyrsain knew. They were dying, being cut down by the hungry swords of the cloaked men.

"Trnshah!" Kyrsain shouted. The friend and warrior below, Trnshah, killed his opponent with a quick thrust, and turned back toward Kyrsain. He shouted something intelligible back, and Kyrsain yelled, "Gather the men and retreat into the city! Hurry, we must protect the palace! PULL BACK!"

The burly warrior nodded, and began relaying the cry.

The men disengaged from the tangled battle as best they could, and those that survived the furious attack pulled back into the city.

At first, Kyrsain thought they had temporarily escaped, that they would make it to the palace. But then he spotted a cloaked shadow in front of them, and the men, tearing down the streets of Tterin, stopped involuntarily.

A figure, taller than the rest, stepped out, his cloak of black blowing back behind him. "How...good of you to join us," he said, his voice a low hissing.

A bolt of fear slammed through Kyrsain, and he pushed it back. Yet he could not help but tremble inside at the inexplicable evil aurora of the man.

Quietly, more figures, shadowed by the moonlight, their faces black from their hoods, stepped beside the man. Closer they came, until the remnant of the guard were surrounded.

And then they struck.

The cloaked men moved forward, quick as lightning, and struck again and again, and the mass of men became a massacre, a battleground of blood.

Kyrsain ducked the first blow his opponent gave him and quickly beheaded him, but no more defeated him than another man took his place, engaging Kyrsain once again.

Through the din and haze of battle, Kyrsain glimpsed the leader of the men--for he deemed that is what he was--engaging Trnshah. Their blades whirled back and forth, and showers of sparks illuminated their desperate swordplay. Slowly, little by little, Kyrsain saw that Trnshah was pushed back by the skill of the other man.

"NO!" Kyrsain yelled, and he stabbed wildly at the man and drove his way through the battle, hacking, slashing, just so he could get to his friend in time.

But he was too late.

As he emerged from the massacre, he saw the man--the cloaked man--stab once, and Trnshah slumped to the ground with an anguished cry, and said no more.

Rage, anger, grief--all of these combined into Kyrsain's emotions, fueling his swordplay as he ferociously attacked the man in the black cloak, the man who had killed his friend.

The man stumbled slightly, but soon recovered. He parried once, and then drove Kyrsain backward. "Do you think you can defeat me?" the man spat, hacking away at Kyrsain's defense. "I am the Dreadman, second only to Magorth."

The Dreadman? Magorth? Kyrsain felt sick to his stomach.

"Magorth has already won your precious Tterin, and he shall conquer all of Arowdae," the man taunted, "And then, you will forever stay in our darkness, be whipped by our people, and bear the brunt of our anger, for all of time, until you die."

"No!" Kyrsain screamed, wildly stabbing at the Dreadman.

A searing pain blasted through his stomach, and darkness hovered on the edges of his eyes. Pain, oh pain! His head swam and he collapsed to the ground.

"You have already lost," the Dreadman said.

But Kyrsain brought his sword up from the ground, and slashed, one last time, at the Dreadman. He grunted in pain, holding his bleeding side.

As Kyrsain looked up at the Dreadman, his hood fell back, and his hideous face was revealed, a burned, marred face with two black eyes leering out at him. Pain overcame him, and darkness swam under his vision. The Dreadman, growling in anger, swung at Kyrsain's head. He raised his sword one last time, in weak defense...

A flash of pain and death overcame his earthly body, his life was severed.

The Dreadman spat on the corpse, and left Tterin to burn.
 
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Tell me if it was too intense.  O.o  I may change it a bit.  Tis completely unedited. :)  Tell me what ye think!
 
--
Jake

Monday, November 8, 2010

Vrenith, Procrastination, and a Hefty Dose of Oskar's Quotes

Aye, ye read the title right. >_>

Now, to start off, I am wishing Vrenith a very late birthday.  It was earlier this November, and I have, alas, overcome by NaNoWriMo, neglected posting on it.  So, for the record....

HAPPY BIRTHDAY VRENITH!

And another thing: Vrenith, my sister, has finally made a blog.  It is a motley band of topics (mainly concerning dragons and drawings), but it promises to be excellent.  So do me a favor--go and flood her blog!  Follow, comment, do whatever is necessary, but give her a hearty welcome into the blogosphere! :)  Ye can find it here.

Procrastination.

That hated thing.  The evil beast that destroys one's dreams and novelings, the creature that creeps into one's soul and blackens all creativity, the thing that must be slayed at all costs.

There!  I am done.  I had to get that out, readers...it was imperitive. 

Now, I'd like to share some of Oskar's quotes.  :)  They have been rattling around in my head lately...

“I’m so sorry. It won’t happen again.”

— Hanwyt Moor, famed shoe burgular

“Whether crushed or sheltered by the Maker’s hand, ’tis beneath it we go, from breath to death.”

— Triliban Plubius the Bruised, The Bridge, (Skree City Press)

“Ugh. Might they have thought of something else?”

— Verbichude Yay, Art: If I Like it, it’s Good, (Torborro Press)

“I’m round as the moon and just as big—ouch! That hurt!”

— Izikk the Slapped, Bandages Abound, (Humer House Publishers)
“I should’ve known.”

— Chonk

“I’ve an idea! Attend closely to me and you might find your shoes.”

— Bimm Stack, Never Do Something You’re Good at for Free, Unless You’re Nice, (Skree City Bookhouse)

*sigh* Have I mentioned lately that I love the Wingfeather Saga? *checks own blog*  Aye, I have.

Farewell for now!

--
Jake

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

A Little Wing as Well as a Feather...

(This was written several days ago, and sadly I had not the time to post it until now.  Enjoy some of my musings...)

Today, I have come before you to share a poem. Yes, again. This is not one of my own keenings, however--it is the wonderful poem from the most venerable and thrice-beloved books of all time (at my house, at least): On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness (henceforth referred to as OTEOTDSOD or OEDSD) by Andrew Peterson. As you can see, this is a book for the randomness lover. Even the very title promises wonderful promises. ;) The subtitle goes as follows: "Adventure. Peril. Lost Jewels. And the Fearsome Toothy Cows of Skree."

Here is a little background from the first paragraph in the book.

"The old stories tell that when the first person woke up on the first morning in the world where this tale takes place, he yawned, stretched, and said to the first thing he saw, "Well, here we are." The man's name was Dwayne, and the first thing he saw was a rock. Next to the rock, though, was a woman named Gladys, whom he would learn to get along with very well. In the many ages that followed, that first sentence was taught to children, and their children's children and their children's parents' cousins and so on until, quite by accident, all speaking creatures referred to the world around them as Aerwiar."

Anyway, I have come to share a poem from OEDSD (bless it's pages!). Tis titled 'The Carriage Comes, the Carriage Black'.


The Carriage Comes, the Carriage Black
-From "On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness"
"Lo, beyond the River Blapp
The Carriage comes, the Carriage Black
By shadowed steed with shadowed tack
And shadowed driver driving

Child, pray the Maker let you sleep
When comes the Carriage down your street
Lest all your dreams be dream of teeth,
And Carriages arriving
To wrest you from your berth and bower
In deepest night and darkest hour
Across the sea to frozen tower
Where Gnag the Nameless pounds you
At Castle Throg across the span,
A world away from kith and clan
You'll weep at how your woes began
The night the shadows bound you

Away, beyond the River Blapp,
The Carriage came, the Carriage Black
By shadowed steed with shadowed tack
The night the Carriage found you."

Scary. And yes, that name was Gnag the Nameless. To quote OEDSD, "That evil was a nameless evil, an evil whose name was Gnag the Nameless."

If you haven't already read these books you must. It is practically a required read for randomness lovers and Carroll readers. Perhaps I will post more on it later. I wrote a review--actually, twas like my first Teenage Writer review ever--some time ago. I had forgotten, however, the brilliancy of OEDSD. And be sure to check out North! Or Be Eaten. All are eloquently epic.  I only used 'eloquent', however, to promote alliteration. :)

Over and away,
Ere breaks the day.
"Good-by" I say,
For I cannot stay.

--
Jake

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Luther

Yesterday, for school, I watched the movie 'Luther'.  It is, of course, a movie about Martin Luther and his life.  It's about the Ninety-Five Theses, about the selling of indulgences, and about a monk named Luther who seeks a loving God.

It was for school, as I said.  Required--I said I'd rather write.  :)  But this proved me wrong.

Joseph Fiennes stars as Martin Luther, the brilliant man of God whose defiant actions changed the world, in this epic, ravishingly beautiful film that traces Luther's extraordinary and exhilarating quest for the people's liberation. Regional princes and the powerful Church wield a fast, firm and merciless grip on 16th-century Germany. But when Martin Luther issues a shocking challenge to their authority, the people declare him their new leaderand hero. Even when threatened with violent death, Luther refuses to back down, sparkinga bloody revolution that shakes the entire continent to its core. [Taken from Amazon.com]

Luther was an amazing movie.  There is simply no words that I can use to describe it--it's a nonfiction movie that has been dramatized, but it is...well, as I said--I have not the words to describe it.

But watch this movie.  It is a moving and amazing display of faith and even now those fateful words echo in my head: "I cannot and will not recant."

Now, as for other news: my novel is over 46 thousand words.  I'm getting there, but I probably need to get off now and write. :)

Flow'sts and flying potatoes,

--
Jake

Friday, October 22, 2010

On the Upside of the Aftermath: What's Going Down?

NOTE: Much of this was written on different days. I have labeled them accordingly.


The 18th

If you didn't understand the title--well, don't worry. I didn't either. >_> There are quite a few things I do not understand about the world. Including my blog posts...it is a way I get to randome myself after a day of the world's rigorousness and rigidality. :)

Anyway, I came to tell you what is up (or down?) here in the wild worlds of Jake's imagination...so let's have a go.

Firstly, it rained (hallelujah!) this morning, and cleared up shortly afterward, leaving no clouds left in the sky--the perfect weather. Why? It gets colder during the day when it is cloudy, and colder still if it rains. It gets colder during the night if there are no clouds; yes, you heard me right. I once had the temperature go up five degrees overnight when it was cloudy... >_> <_< So that means maximum coldness for maximum happiness on my part. O.o The sooner wintertime comes, the better. No leaves to rake, no lawn to mow + snow=a happy Jake. 0.0 Ack, this algebra is getting to my head.

Speaking of the devil...I mean, *cough* algebra, I finished my Algebra 1 book, which deserves a hurrah for sure! On the downside...(or upside?) I have started my Algebra 2 book. >_<

As the title of this post says, I am on the upside (or downside?) of this aftermath...read the previous post for explanation. >_> On the bright side, another Tribe Party is being planned...and KC--where I live--is one of the possibilities. On the downside (or is it upside?) it is most likely going to take place--if it does take place--more or less a year from now. :P

And if you think the next item of interest is a poem...you are absolutely...right. Only, this isn't MY poem. It's a Bible passage...I dug it up today while doing some studying in Isaiah. Absolutely a gem--I'm going to paraphrase it and use it in my novel for sure.

"Raise the war cry, you nations, and be shattered!
Listen, all you distant lands,
Prepare for battle, and be shattered!
Prepare for battle, and be shattered!
Devise your strategy, but it will be thwarted;
Propose your plan, but it will not stand,
for God is with us." [Isaiah 8:9-10]

I'm going to look through a couple other versions before paraphrasing to get maximum effect, but tis pretty good, eh? Nothing like the Bible for epicness...unless, perhaps, tis a tribe party.

One more note on that verse: that last part of the last sentence is literally translated from Hebrew "Immanuel". Even cooler...

Also--in my novel--it is prophecy time. >_> Prophecies are always fun to write, but this one was fiendish for me to torture my character with. Particularly because it was utterly incomprehensible for him. <_< Very fun to write...though I am not entirely sure what this one section means yet. *scratches head questioningly* Well, I'll figure it sometime. ;)

Anyway, that's my two--three--no, three dozen and a half a baker's dozen--cents for today. >_> Hope to see ye all later.

The 19th

Heyo, the Jake person is back. :)

Today has been a strange cocktail of events. My math has been acting strange--but, then again, it IS math. >_>
My sister(s) (unsure how many wanted to do this, and how many drifted into doing it) rented a Barbie movie from Redbox. Undoubtedly the worst one-dollar investment they have ever made--but, hey, it gave me time to write. :)

On the upside (downside?) of things...my novel is going superbly. I have written many words--my count is now hovering just below 45,000. Hooray! Now, prophecies are being fulfilled, and the end is in sight: but I still have to get my protagonist through a couple of confusing events, collect the dracos for war, and then march off to a huge battle and rescue his mother. >_> I am anticipating to have the battle go on fairly long...and have a star appearance from...*cue applause* the EVIL ONE! *claps halfheartedly*
Oh, yeah: and did I mention I figuratively resurrected a major character? Woot. >_> He actually never died...but it still counts as a resurrection.

Also, to end with [Poeticisms], I have conducted a spoof of one of my poems. Observe the following verse:

"Darkness and light meet thundrous crash,
And through the carnage fly,
Dragons fierce, storm and smash,
Dragons live and dragons die."

Pretty epic...but this may be epicer. ^_^

"Darkness and light meet thundrous crash,
Dragons live and dragons die,
And then with a terrible smash,
Dragons poke me in the eye."

Done for today's wackiness. Check y'all later.
The 20th
Ack. Have I mentioned lately that math is terrible? >_>

On the upside (or is it downside?) my novel is now some hundred or so words above 45,000. I can feel the end approaching. Tis rather scary...O.o I am anticipating an epic battle soon--and I LOVE epic battles...because they are epic. >_>

But I had a part where I briefly considered finishing Sadaar and making a whole 'nother novel about the epic battle and the events afterward...but I decided against it. I simply did not have enough plot. But the last bit of the chapter DOES sound like the end of a novel.

"He began his story as a storyteller would; beginning with beginnings. "Over a year ago, I woke up one morning. Little did I know that that very day would change me and my course in life forever..."
"And so he told his story, the story of Sadaar."

Almost made me want to stop the novel then and there--it is a good ending. :) It reinforces the title, and it makes the reader feel 'déjà vu' >_> I need to be thinking up of good endings like that, however.

The 21st
This afternoon, when musing over some excellent novels I have been reading (one of them being Isle of Fire) I am almost completely sure I have struck on the solution and remedy for this lack of words two of my three novels have.

POV. I have but one POV in my novels: in my first, the point of view is Shad (except in the prologue), in my second, the POV is Jacesm (though this is in first person), and in my third, the POV is Aron. Each of these has but one POV--though two of the three are in third person.
Now, there is one story, and one storyteller in these novels. Think about this. If there were still the same story, but two storytellers, wouldn't the story be twice as long? Perhaps. But this may work out for a longer novel for me.... >_> Just so you know, Sadaar is longer because it has a long plot--exceedingly so. I go over the course of a year or two--which is one reason why Bryan Davis's book 'The Bones of Makaidos' is so big and fat. :) It goes over a long time as well as a lot of plot--and it has many POVs as well.
Today, the 22nd

Ah, today is Friday: a good day indeed. Fridays, after Thursdays (perhaps equaling them) are my favorite days of the week. ^_^ Very good days...

As for today--alas, I have not written in my novel. :P I really should write some more--I am getting close to the end and even closer to November: and NaNoWriMo. Nine days until NaNoWriMo--I need to finish my novel before then.

Ack, I might as well start on my Math early...as this is written at 9:10 A.M. >_<  Well, here I go...perhaps I shall write more in this post before the day is over...

...or perhaps not.

Other things?  I read Millard's post on the Tribe Party.  If ye wish to hear my thoughts on the matter, check out the comments.  I posted a lengthy one.

That is all for today.  Checking out.

--
Jake

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Aftermath

The epic tribe party is over.

For those of you who don't know what the Tribe Party was, here's a summary.

For WTB and CH's book, COTSK, there was a thing they called a 'Tribe-Building Contest' where people made tribes and earned Vanadils for them. The winner of the Tribe contest--the tribe that ended with the most Vanadils--would get a variety of prizes, foremost among them a private party with both authors.

Nightwing won that contest last time, and so they got a private party. But before this, a public party--all tribes invited--was planned. Elves from the Underground forum--Swiftstormers, Silvertreers, and Nightwingers alike, to name a few tribes--were invited.

I was unable to go, as it was in Illinois.

The Tribe Party was yesterday at 2:00 central time. They set it up so that Elves that were unable to come--like me and several other people--would be able to watch it live and chat on the sidebar.

It was, in short, amazing.

WTB and CH sparred with swords, arguing all the time over heroic hair styles ("You must actually have hair in order to style it!" was one of Mr. Batson's remarks to bald Mr. Hopper). Afterwards, several readings took place, as well as a bagpipe serenade.

But the best part of the party was when Elves came up and introduced themselves to the screen. Whisper, Hark, Millard, Silver Angel, Goldarrow, Anduril--all introduced themselves. Wow...

The coolest thing? If you were unable--or didn't know that there was a party going on--to get to the streaming, it's recorded here. All of it; the entire hour.

And now I am still among the aftermath--perhaps I can go to the next Party. Ah, well...

Until next time.

E&V!

--
Jake

Thursday, October 14, 2010

[Poeticisms]

What would happen...if I blogged poetry?
But the real problem is...I can't rhyme with poetry.

Yup, tis time for another randomness post.  Straight from Jake's imagination: I'm writing this at 11:00-11:30 PM central time.  But really--don't try to rhyme with the word 'poetry' with anything.  *grimaces*  It doesn't work out...the choices are unsavory. :P

So, anyway: this post shall be rather long.  If you wish to endure it, test your courage and read this post.  There are only two results: you either like it...or die.  Or you could be nonchalant about it... >_>

Recently I have been thinking about smiley faces.  I have been taking a turn for the olde classe "Underground" smileys...
Anyway, back to poeticisms.

I once saw a man who ate a van,
He gave a roar and ate a store,
Can he eat the world?
Believe me, he can!

This, of course, is random poetry.  A great genre of poetry established by Lewis Carroll, I believe.  With poems like 'Jabberwocky' included.

Now...Hm.  What to say, what to do?

Ah!  *lighbulb*  I shall get to something I have been trying to do for a while.  I am going to formally interview my character Aron.  The idea has been politely purloined from Squeaks' illustrious blog.

Now, before I get started, here is a little background info on Aron.

He is...well, that's plot I can't tell you about.  Wild hair--inherited from his father Shad.  He is a nice guy...but he may be a little dazzled when he comes to be interview.  I won't be held responsible for whatever he might say...O.o

Anyway, on to the interview!

--

ARON: *poof* What in the world--?

ME: Hey, Aron!  Welcome to my blog.  I'm currently writing a book about you, called Sadaar.

ARON: *looks around*  *eyes dart back and forth*  Where am I?  What is this place?  I thought I was at the Last Summons!  They were about to make a--

ME: Whoa, whoa, hold it.  That's confidential plot, buddy.  Best to keep quiet about your life in general.

ARON: *is confused*  Then why are you interviewing me?

ME: *is puzzled as well*  Well...how about a question?  Ask me anything, friend.   After all, I know everything about who you are and what you've done and are going to do.

ARON: You mean you wrote me?

ME: Well, yes.  But ask another question, we need to keep things interes--

ARON: But only Saar can make things.  Only He is omnipresent.

ME: Well...

ARON:  You realize you are claiming that you are equal to Saar when you say--

ME: *hurriedly interrupts*  We'll talk about this later.   Ask a different question.

ARON: Why did you kill my father??


ME: *is flustered* Whoa, wait just a second.  First, I didn't...uh, this is another "talk later" question.  *quickly marks out question*

ARON: *crosses arms*  I need to know now.

ME:  Now, now, don't get hasty.  I told you, we'll talk about this later.

ARON: But--

ME:  No buts!

ARON:  I'm leaving.

ME: No, you aren't.  I control who leaves and and who doesn't leave!  I'm the author, remember?

ARON: There you go again!  There's only one Author.  And you aren't Him.

ME:  Wait just a moment!  You can't leave!  I didn't say you could!

ARON: *poofs*

ME: *sigh*

--

Epic fail.  On to the next poem, folks.  :)  (By the way, how do you pronounce 'folks'?  I pronounce it with the 'l' silent.  :) )

Math problems, science test,
School, school, school!
Economics is a hornet's nest,
School, school, school!

And with that, Jake is out of the building, taking his dangerous randomness with him.  I wish you a fond night and delightful dreams.

NOTE: If you are wondering about my sanity level, please read this poem:


"Math, math, hurts my head,
It invades my dreams,
It disturbs my bed,
My insanity, it seems,
Is bursting at the seams!

Algebra, though, is even better,
It bashes my mind,
Making swim the letter,
And now I'm in a bind;
It invades my mind, I find.

Out goes memory fine!
Out flies my sanity thin!
I don't want ye to think I whine,
But like a shark reveals its fin,
I find my mind is caving in!

Out flies my mind, beaten,
Blowing up in glorious flash
Math, it seems, has finally eaten,
Math, is seems, has finally smashed,
My mind, which has finally crashed.

It's nice, however, to finally see,
The sky above my eyes,
My mind is finally free,
Free from Math's evil spies,
Free from Algebra's cries.

The only thing missing (besides my vanity)
That one thing that now useless seems,
My finally broken sanity;
Wild and adventurous roving dreams,
Have finally broken Sanity's seams."

--
Jake

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

ALERT! New Blogger Alert!

Whisper the Spy has finally joined the blogosphere!  *wild clapping and confetti!!*

As far as she has posted, her blog Jabberwocky promises to be a gem.

For those of you who do not know, Whisper is most commonly found on the Underground, where she is a fellow administrator (Sentinel).   Here is how she describes herself in her profile:

"I am an intergalactic spy/knight/ambassador; leader of an army of invisible duck spies and arch rival of Hatshepsut and her Aztec warriors. I love chess, raspberries, caverns, blue, editing, and Lewis Carroll. I love coffee ice cream and good pirate novels and winter and Ancient Rome and creeks. I hope you find me amusing."

So here is your task; check out this blog!  If I know whisper at all, it will turn out to be an amazing blog.

There was one post in particular that had me rolling on the floor laughing.  You can find it here. 

Until next time!

--
Jake

The Unveiling of the Flow'st

Yes, the flow'st is back.  :)  I was rather restless, and POOF!  the flow'st popped up in a poem again. 

This time, I'm going to share the meaning of a flow'st.  Gather 'round folks--we're going to unveil the flow'st.

A flow'st is...what you call a word when you don't know the meaning of it.  O.o   It is an all purpose word, really.  You use it in the same way when you say 'supercalifragilisticexpeallidocious' (yes, I can spell it!); you use it when you don't really know what to say.  A better and more literal definition would be; "A word that personifies randomness; a meaningless word that is used in place of meaningful words." It's a rather strange definition, I know; but the flow'st will always be a mystery.  Always...

Anyway, here's another poem I cooked up.  Pardon if it is a little less lighthearted than the last--things never seem to happen the same way twice, and the flow'st is no exception.


There Echoes Now



There echoes now a call to care,
There echoes now to darkness tear,
Can it be found, O now O where?
A lingering call to care?

Why in the world dost thou care?
That flow'st from here to there?
Tisn't the same, no sanity now;
That flow'st from here to there.

Not a care, nay, not a care;
Not a cheesed dollar to spare,
The flow'st dost flow from here to there;
With naught but a dollar to spare.

Darkening music with no happiness there;
Not an ounce, not a note to spare,
Fleeing on without a care,
The cat loses its hair.

Shriek and shrink; they make a pair,
Not a nice one, not quite fair,
That flow'st shall call from here to there,
And all shall stop to stare.

And echoes now from deep places fair,
A call of pain, a call of care,
It calls out from deep places there,
It echoes out so painfully fair;

"I said to him, and he to me,
That I had gone and ate a tree,
The flow'st upon a midnight three,
And caused the cat to flee."

Painfully it lingers there,
Painfully, wondrously fair,
And all the world wonders there,
The flow'st upon that midnight fair.

--
Jake

Monday, October 11, 2010

Holidays and Writing

Today is a holiday.  My birthday.  Actually, it's Columbus day in the US...but let's just pretend it WAS a holiday.

My mom let me off of school for the entire day--and with a bar of dark chocolate--and do you know what I decided to do?

Watch a movie?  Nope.

Play video games?  Nada.

Eat Cheez-Its all day?  Not that, either.

Think of me...think.

Can you guess what I did?

I wrote.

Yes, I wrote for my birthday.  I wrote in my novel--on my birthday.  I wrote ALL DAY LONG.

I'm still writing, but as of right now I have written 5,000 words.  Whoa!!  I went on a writing spree.  Write, write, write!!!

And the coolest thing is--I absolutely enjoyed it.  I spent the entire day writing, and I loved every moment of it.  I love writing--plain and simple.

So, in celebration of my high-er word count, as well as my birthday (and my friend Aaron's birthday; yes, we share a birthday!), I am going to post a recent excerpt from my novel Sadaar.  :)

Oh, and I'm booming TFK (Welcome to the Masquerade) while writing this; so pardon the high-intensity random stuffs.  :)  I'm choosing an interesting section....

*TFK echoes in the background*

From the chapter "Sons of Drakos".  Unedited glory, so enjoy. :)

--


A voice interrupted his slumber. "And who might you be, boy?"


Aron awoke suddenly, and quickly stood up.

A dragon faced him. Flaming crimson scales, sparkling brilliantly in the sunlight, graced his form, and white fangs jutted out from his jaw.

And yet, it seemed different than the paintings Aron had seen in Aleorendos. The jaw and snout of the dragon was more delicate, and the body was thinner and less burly than Aron had been led to believe. It had straight spines on the crest of its head, unlike any of the dragons drawn in various places Aron had seen before.

"You...you're a dragon," Aron ventured.

The dragon snorted. "You aren't a very smart human, are you? And you can understand me--something someone has never done before. When the prophesied human finally comes, he turns out to be a dimwit."

This stung. "Why do you consider me to be so stupid, dragon?" Aron asked.

The dragon rolled its eyes. "First of all, prophesied one, I am not a dragon. I am I draco."

"What's the difference?"

The dragon sighed, and then recited lines that sounded suspiciously like a child's rhyme.

"There once lived Drakos, long ago,
The First Dragon, who had two children,
One was master of elements; the draco,
And the other a fiery beast; the dragon.

"As you can see, human, dragons and dracos are two different things. You are accustomed to dragons. Dracos are different things altogether, though our kin and I share a forefather. There are four kinds of dracos; Firedrake, Waterdrake, Earthdrake, and Airdrake. Each is a master of their respective elements."

Aron quietly drank in this information. "So you are a Firedrake, then?"

The draco raised an eyebrow. "I see you have not entirely deserted your sense, prophesied one."

"Why do you keep calling me that?"

"Unless you have more powers than the average human, I would not expect you to know about draco legend. I shall tell you, then."

"Wait," Aron said. "You mean, prophecy is coming to life in front of you, and you treat it like it is an everyday experience! Usually people in old stories are all shocked and everything when..." Aron's voice trailed off. Wow, that sounded dumb...

The firedrake snorted. "Do you take me for a petty human out of an old story? Real life works differently. Do you expect me to disbelieve my elders? The prophet said that it would come true. If it was Saar's prophecy, then it shall come true. It is not my place to disbelieve."

"So you believe in Saar?"

The draco let out an exasperated sigh. "Yes. Do you want me to tell you about the prophecy or not, human?"

Aron decided to shut his mouth. "Yes, yes, go ahead."

The firedrake cleared his throat. "Hundreds of years ago, the draco Prophet Sharddë said that a person would come, years into the future, a man unlike other men." Here he gave a pointed glance at Aron. "He would come, and be able to understand us, for no other humans can. To them, they hear growls, hissing, for they have not the ability nor the gift to speak to us. But more, they do not have the faith in Saar to hear us.
"He said that from him, Saar would do a great work. Through him, we would be introduced into the world again, and not be hunted like beasts like in the ages long past. We would be one with Saar's people, and we would again speak to our brethren, the dragons."

The draco turned gazed at Aron. The crimson-rimmed irises bore deep into his heart, his soul. "And from him shall come Saar's Anointed One, from the his line."

Aron felt his heart pound. It was the exact words from Kedus' prophecy, that one that burned into his memory like a flaming iron in his heart.

The firedrake spoke again. "Welcome to these lands, the land of Addewyd. My name is Firescale, promised one."

"Greetings, Firescale," Aron said haltingly. "My name is Aron, son of Shad. I am honored to meet you, and honored to come to Addewyd. I hope that, if I am the one spoken of, that I might live up to its prophecy."

"You are," Firescale rumbled. "I can feel it in my scales, in my bones, in my heart. You and I shall know each other well, before this is over."

"Before what is over?" Aron asked.

Firescale turned his eyes on Aron once more, drilling them deep into Aron's face. "It is also prophesied that the greatest war of this age will take place when the prophesied one comes, one in which nations far and wide shall take part in. A war like none other."

Chills ran up and down Aron's spine. The pieces were in place, he knew. Aleorendos was going to attack Paladain, and when they did, a war like none other would take place. The board was set. The game--the gamble--for the lives of both sides was beginning.

---

Ooh...perhaps it is a wee bit serious.  :)   Now it's Skillet singing...

Well, I should probably go before I drown you in a sea of midnight randomness....ooh, poetic...

--
Jake

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Strange Happenings

Today is 10/10/10.  In fact, at 10:10 a.m. and ten seconds this morning (and it will happen again at ten tonight) the date will read (from seconds to years), 10 sec. 10:10 on 10/10/10.  Woha! :)

So this makes today a day of strange happenings.  At current, such things as these are happening: tropical trees bloom in my living room, my dog is getting itchy, the tree in the backyard is turning red, and my procrastination regarding writing is getting annoying.

As for other happenings, I learned about an interesting idea for a Bible translation in church today.

Turns out, we speakers of the English language have a problem--You.

What?  Oh, did you think I said that YOU were the problem?  LOL!  No, I mean that the word 'you' is a problem.  In the Bible there are different Greek words that are both translated 'you'.  One is plural, and one is not.  The word 'you' in English covers both.

Now, take a look at this: I am reading the Bible.  "You are the light of the world," it says.  Wow!  Look at that.  I am the light of the world.  Yep.  Feelin' good about myself!

That, of course, is NOT what it means.  But, hey; it said 'you'.

But that's a problem we're stuck with.

But the Texans--well, that's a different story.  They have it figured out.

You see, the whole idea about this special translation of the Bible (which has yet to be made)--is a great idea.  It's called the 'TNIV'; Texan's New International Version.

Now, here's the TNIV translation of that same verse.

"Ya'll are the salt of the earth. But if the salt loses its saltiness, how can it be made salty again? It is no longer good for anything, except to be thrown out and trampled by men.

"Y'all are the light of the world. A city on a hill cannot be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house."


Heh heh.  :)  I hoped ye enjoyed that. 

Well, my musings for today has ended.  

Over and out;

--
Jake

Saturday, October 9, 2010

New Header...of Books

Yes, my header has been improved and updated!  It's bigger, better--and it has a lot more of my better books--On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness, Venom and Song, Kestrel's Midnight Song, etc.  :) 

I also corrected the 'thoughs' from the last header (it was supposed to be 'thoughts'), and added 'writer' to the title--as well as changed it to 'eighth grader'.  :)

So what do you think of it?  Better?  Worse?  Should I change the theme altogether?

--
Jake

Friday, October 8, 2010

Weird Poetry, Apologies, and Complaints

Yes, the above title said, 'Complaints'.  I'm not going to whine to you guys--but I really don't like the warm turn the Kansas weather took. :P  Ah, well...I can't help it.

Now, as for apologies--yes, I haven't posted in over a week on here.  It is utterly shameful and I have no excuses.  :)  I'll try to warn you before I take a leave of my blog, next time.

I was reading a section out of Alice in Wonderland for school yesterday (I had read 'Alice' some time before of my own accord), and I was again dazzled by Carroll's wonderful randomness and hilarity.  This morning--in protest of my math--I wrote this bit of nonsense.  It was inspired by Alice in Wonderland--quite catchy, if I say so myself.  I've been humming it under my breath all day.


The Flow'st Upon a Midnight


I said to him, and he to me,
That I had gone and ate a tree,
The flow'st upon a midnight three,
And caused the cat to flee.

Upon a straw, upon a star,
I wished my feet would fight them far,
Around a moon, around a car,
I golfed my way to par.

I bought an egg, so dearly bought,
On the spoon the battle twas fought,
But alas and alack, twas all for nought!
A slimy fish I caught.

That twas when I said to him,
"Take my car out for a spin,"
In danger false and danger grim,
The old man gave a grin.
I said to him, and he to we,
That I had gone and found a flea
The flow'st upon a midnight tea,
And caused the gnat to see.

Why and fly I spun my lie,
And on that manger-place did cry,
"A spy, my lord! That spy!"
And took away my pie.
Then I coughed, and came out smog,
Covered the roof--and then the dog,
"Woof and meow," cried the frog,
And I called down a smelly bog.

Take a nap--take a wink,
This will go on, I think,
Over bath and under sink,
I hear a little plink.

Secret poem--yes, it be!
Secret straight from you to me.
Read it backwards, and you will see,
Read it forwards and so will we.
I said to him, and he to three,
That I had gone and ate a flea,
The flow'st upon the midnight me,
And saw the reader, see.


Before you ask, I have no idea what a flow'st is.   That's the price I pay for random poetry.

--
Jake

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Updates, Unicycles, and U-Turns

Wow, has it really been almost a week since I last updated?  Perhaps it was because I have had little to update for... :)

So I have two personal tidbits to update for.  Firstly, I have begun the writing on my OYAN novel.  :)  Second, I have...uh, what WAS the second one?  Hmm.... Oh, yes!  I've been enjoying awesomely cool weather. :)  Even during the day, you can get a little cold!  Which is great. :)  Unfortunately, it seems like California has not my luck... 110 degree weather?  :P  I feel sorry for them...

I've been exploring this program that several people have recommended--yWriter.  And I find it very interesting...and probably very useful when actually beginning a novel.  I haven't had any excuse, yet, to write something in yWriter--since all of my novels are over 25,000 words already, completed or no, it would be rather hard and useless to put them into yWriter.  But I think I'm going to try out yWriter for NaNoWriMo...

U-turn!  Screech around and go in the other direction!  Turn your unicycle around; I'm changing course.

I have been searching for allegory ideas for my novel, and I've found a few.  :)  Here's a couple verses that I found.  Golden stars for you if you can guess how I'm going to use them!  XD

-Revelation 13:3
-Ezekiel 36
-Ezekiel 20:40
-Jeremiah 33
-Ezekiel 11:16-25

With that, I sign out.

--
Jake

Thursday, September 23, 2010

They've Failed!...Again

This just in!  The rabbits have failed again!  They've failed again!  Read below for more information.

GREAT RABBIT PLOT FAILS AGAIN
Author: John Dayburg
Editor: John Playfurg
Thursday, September 23, 2010
The Rabbits have failed again.  The details are unclear, but it seems as if one of the kamikaze rabbit pilots had technical difficulties and crashed into an adjecent aircraft.  The chain reaction continued, above the Council place.  At 3:53 CT, the kamikazes crashed into the Rabbit Council and blew the place to kingdom come.

The mass of the damage was uncertain, but a great number of rabbits have been killed.  Bunnies all over the world are watching with great delight.

The damage is worth an estimated $0. 

We sent a reporter to inquire of the Meetingmembers, but the rabbits declined--and the reporter was not seen again.

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As you can see, it seems that the Thousand-Year-Meeting has failed again.  You can put your dogs out back now, and throw the pinecones into the backyard.  :)  Everything should be relatively safer now...until next year. :)

--
Jake

It Has Begun...

The Thousand-Year-Meeting is over--and rabbits everywhere are about to launch their master plan.

Last night, right after writing my eerily prophetic post on rabbits, my mom almost got herself--and two of my sisters--into a car wreck. Because of a rabbit. No, I swear this is completely true--my mother almost ran over a rabbit, and swerved wildly, as the story goes.

So launch your dogs! And prune your pinecones--you may need them before the day is out. I'll update as soon as I have news.

~~~UPDATE!!!~~~

Kamikaze bomber rabbits have been spotted in Kansas. Be prepared.


--
Jake

PS; And by the way, thanks for putting up with this madness--I'm rather venting right now. :D

--
Jake

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

The Thousand Year Meeting

A terrible thing is about to happen...on this dark night...or was it tomorrow?

WARNING! The rabbits are in the middle of their thousand-year-meeting as I write this. I learned this from my wonderful dog, Moby. Here's a record of our conversation.

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ME: Moby, do ye swear you will speak the truth and nothing but the truth?

MOBY: Arf!

ME: Now, are the rabbits having a secret meeting? When?

MOBY: (sniffs) Pah hahahaha.... (panting) [TRANSLATION: Yes, they are. They have it every year on September 23--the first day of Autumn.]

ME: (gasps) You mean that they are meeting right now?

MOBY: (loud sniff) [TRANSLATION; Duh.]

ME: Do you know any of their plans? Resources? Etc.?

MOBY: Or? [TRANSLATION: Ex eat eera is hard to say in Doggish...]

ME: Stay on target! Yes or no?

MOBY: (burps) [TRANSLATION: Nope.]

ME: Then how did you know of their plans?!

MOBY: (pants loudly and repeatedly) [TRANSLATION: I heard it from a friend of mind who heard it from a second cousin twice removed on his mother's side. He heard it from his sister's son--oops, make that his nephew.]

ME: (sighs disgustedly) Never mind.

--

So there you have it! Straight from the mouth of Truth. The Thousand Year Meeting is underway--who knows where it will go? To protect yourself, arm yourself with this information; it may be to your advantage.

-Every year is a thousand to rabbits. They live to be 5000 years old or older--if one has attended five Thousand-Year-Meetings, they are considered Elders and are highly honored.
-Their meeting is tomorrow. The first day of Autumn--they'll strike then.
-Their telepathic ability goes up with years. Young headstrong rabbits--always eating and hardly ever fighting, shame on them--can barely contact others in the Rabbitdreamworld.
-Some rabbits live elsewhere and attend the meeting telepathically, using their dreamworld dealio--I'm not quite sure how it works.

If you live on the American continents, BEWARE! All rabbits are out to get humans tomorrow. They'll have some sort of devious plan planned. Suicide bombers, nukes, World War 1/2...who knows?

How should you protect yourself? There is only one known thing; have your dog lay in front of the door at all times. Since it has a unique ability to trip up humans, it may trip the rabbit(s) and provide you an extra five seconds to live. : Other than that, you're on your own.

I'll keep you updated on the developments here on my blog, provided I'm not eaten.

--
Jake

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Strange Days--and Posts

Today has just been an off day. It has been a day of such weird and wearisome things as;
-No rabbit sightings
-Busyness all around
-Schoolwork
-Tiredness

..and besides this, I have been writing a rather depressing chapter in my novel, which is affecting my mood, perhaps. After all, C.S. Lewis once said that 'The Screwtape Letters' was depressing to write because he was writing from inside of him. My character is going through all sorts of depressing stuff, such as...well, how about I show you?

"He forced himself upright, and continued onward through the snow. Aron could barely see the ship in front of him, with the blinding white snow obscuring his sight, but he thought he was going in the direction of the captain's cabin.

Aron's danger sense began to steadily grow. His head began buzzing furiously, and he felt dizzy and swayed for a moment. He stumbled over a drift and fell into the snow, breathing hard.

Then he looked closer--and discovered that it was no drift. It was a body."


Yep. Scary. :) And scary to write, I can assure you. I had no idea that that would happen until the second paragraph of those three. Funny how those things happen. :)


Besides this, I have been using my science to make some stuff up in my fantastical world (no pun intended). I just learned about how there are no storms in the somethingsphere, which is above the bottom somethingsphere--or at least, there are rarely storms up there. So I made up a storm--known only to me as a yarjasti storm--that cruises down from the what'shisfacesphere and generally wrecks havoc on pretty much everything. Which is what Aron, my Protagonist, is experiencing. :) He is experiencing this because he was brave enough--stupid enough would probably be a better word--to sail up the northern Great Sea (isn't that always what the great seas in novels are called?). Y'know, that place from where 'no man has ever returned', and is a 'ship grave' etc. etc. etc. That seems to be the fate of all stupidly brave Protagonists...


Oh, and did I mention that this yarjasti storm is driving Aron's ship into the open sea? No, this wasn't already open sea. The area in which Aron is traveling is like a HUGE bay--like Hudson Bay, up in Canada. The Country of Paladain is on the far eastern side, the Countries are underneath and in the middle, while Aleorendos is smack on the bottom of the map. Now, where Aron is traveling is the faaaaar north-west corner of that bay. And beyond the 'bay'? Even I don't know that. If you're still confused, examine the tidy (actually, tis rather untidy) little Paint map that I created below.




The straight blue line (it doesn't really look blue from this vantage) is their path. The squiggly line is where they are going. And the big dot? Where they were at the making of that scene. :)

So now you know the stakes--and, unfortunately, I have yet to devise a way to save my poor Protagonist from this pridicament. Moahahaha. :D

One more thing; I just had a 'twelfth of a dozen' of my mom's heavenly rolls. *sigh*

But now that I've gotten this out, I actually feel a lot better. Thanks for enduring this sarcastic torture, my faithful readers! :)

--
Jake

Friday, September 17, 2010

The Amazing Tag...With Horses???

So I have recieved a tag! From Star-Dreamer over at the Pen and the Parchment. With horses. Unfortunately, like I said in a comment, I don't know horse heads from horse hooves--so I will have my 'middling' sister speak for me.

Top 5 favorite songs: (not necessarily accurate--I'm pulling off the really good ones out of my head randomly)
1) Diverse City, tobyMac
2) Tonight, tobyMac
3) Savior, Skillet
4) Welcome to the Masquerade, TFK
5) Avalanche, Manafest

Top 5 favorite colors: (yes, half of them are different shades of blue)
1) BABY BLUE!
2) Turkey color ;)
3) Sky blue
4) Deep red
5) Morning Glory-blue

Top 5 favorite animals:
1) Ooh, hard choice... Dragons. Yes, dragons. The non-sentient kind.
2) Moby, my dog! (This is tied for first, by the way)
3) Several kinds of cats
4) My sisters...What? They don't count as animals? Darn. ;) Well, I'll have to go with rabbits, then, despite their dangerousness.
5) Various fantasy beasts

Top 5 favorite horse breeds (Tis my sister speaking):
1) Appaloosa
2) American Saddlebred
3) Arabian
4) American Paint Horse
5) Morgan

Top 5 favorite :fiction: books: (WHAT?!?! HOW IN THE WORLD AM I SUPPOSED TO PICK!?!)
1) Brisingr by Christopher Paolini--but just barely
2) The Infinite Day, by Chris Walley
3) The Return of the King, by J. R. R. Tolkien
4) The Dark Foundations, by Chris Walley
5) The Final Storm, by Wayne Thomas Batson


Keep in mind that the above list is not completely accurate. It would take hours of agonizing turmoil to compile a complete list. ;)

So...whom to tag? Well...

I tag Beorn! I'll give ya somethin' to blog about. :) And I am curious to see what your favorite horse breeds are. ;)

--
Jake