Am I Supposed to Blog? Oops.

You can award me the "blogger who blogs the most" award. Yup, that's me.

Sarcasm.

It's been a fortnight since I've posted on here. That's a while, isn't it? Days kind of blend together in the summertime. Let's see, what's happened since I last blogged? I feel a list coming on.

- I've finished my outline for my next novel, codenamed Tornado C. Huzzah! Writing begins soon! I haven't written in any novels since November. I've done tons of revisions and completed five long short stories, but I haven't done any actual novel-writing for quite a while!

- On a whim, I've started yet another short story. It's a half-allegory-half-mystical fantasy that's going to be pretty cool. I've written a thousand words in it so far. :) The title? "The Flame That Does Not Burn". I'm focusing a lot on theme this time around. I mean, more than usual.

- I've read some books, but less than usual, since I've felt rather sick recently. DragonLight by Donita K. Paul is one, I've also read through several of the Epistles; right now I'm rereading Raising Dragons. I only have the first two books in Dragons In Our Midst, though. O_o

- I've listened to a lot of TFK and some other artists as well. My favorite songs keep changing. Right now, my favorites are Monster (Skillet), Break The Silence (Thousand Foot Krutch), Down (Thousand Foot Krutch), and We Are (Thousand Foot Krutch). They'll probably be different tomorrow. :P Down is a consistent favorite, though. I love that song.

- We have four cats and three dogs. They eat a lot of food. And now that the three kittens are growing up, I have to change out the litter box a lot more, or they "go" underneath my bed. In those times, I have to sleep while breathing through my mouth. And since it's been raining, the sand is wet and holds odor very well. Continuing on the subject of rain (and steering it away from cat litter):

- It's been raining. A lot. Our local lagoon has filled up and drained itself out once already in the past week, and it takes a lot of water to fill it up. (When the lagoon drains out, the local people turn out to go tramping down in the mud and fish in what little water is left.) Also, there's a live crab in one of our water bins. What puzzles me is how it got in there, because the steel bin is three feet high and sheer. Then I thought we ought to have a crab farm in the water bin, but I'm not sure if our crabs are edible...

- My sister (Vrenith) entered an dragon art contest the other day. Her division (fifteen and under) only has seven entries, so the proud brother I am says, "She's SO going to win!" I'd give a link, but I write my blog posts offline.

- My other sister ("Manny") also entered a contest, with me; Bryan Davis was holding a contest in which the entrants would take a picture of themselves and one of his Dragons of Starlight books. His three favorites would win an ARC of Liberator, the last of the series. (ARC means Advanced Reader Copy. That means we get it before it comes out officially!) Turns out that he decided to give an ARC to each entrant, so we got a copy. He sent it to my grandparents. Speaking of which:

- My grandparents are coming to visit in TWO WEEKS. GAAH! So excited! And they're bringing the Liberator ARC. (:

Now that I've subdued you with the Dreaded List, I will now subject you to more horrifying poetry. ;) It's in the same sort of style as "Rising Up" but I don't like the verses quite as much. I really like the chorus, though. :)

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Hold Onto The King

It thunders outside, echoing the inside of his mind

He's putting pen to paper, knowing that he'll find

There's a way to do it, a path already traced

But now he sees it's the most difficult he's faced.

Because in his ears are the jeers

Of those who might speak

And in his tears all the fears

Of his failures peak

But he has one more thing

In the pain and the rain

Hope lends him a wing

He holds onto the King.

You wouldn't tell by the face, but he's scared inside

Because they'll tear it apart and they won't let it slide

Sometimes like this it's hard to do the right thing

But when you're facing the "saint", it's even harder to sing.

Because in his ears are the jeers

Of those who might speak

And in his tears all the fears

Of his failures peak

But he has one more thing

In the pain and the rain

Hope lends him a wing

He holds onto the King.

He can see the words they'll say, blowing in the air

He looks out the window, pain in his stare

Will he write it? Can he do it? Or will he fail?

Will he be able to follow a divinely appointed trail?

Because in his ears are the jeers

Of those who might speak

And in his tears all the fears

Of his failures peak

But he has one more thing

In the pain and the rain

Hope lends him a wing

He holds onto the King.

He decides, hope collides

With fear, and wins

He will try and he will die

The world, it spins

There was nothing, hope is rushing

Into us, it does

Make the best and the rest

Is up to us, because:

Though in your ears are the jeers

Of those who might speak

And through your tears you'll find your fears

Are gone for the week

Now you have one more thing

Through the pain and the rain

Hope will lend you a wing

You must hold onto the King.

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I don't think I quite accomplished anything in this blog post. O_o What's happened in your week, readers? I'm sure it's been considerably more interesting than mine. ^_^ I wonder if the life of another person is more interesting simply because it's not YOUR life. Hm. I'm going to have to ponder that one...

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Jake