They read this because...?

Haven't blogged in forever and didn't plain to ever again. I didn't look at my blog for a year but now that I have I'm ether laughing at something only I would get, laughing at my stupidity, or cringing. Why did people read this at all?

Now I'm trying to think of ways I've changed in that year. I write differently (sort of), I have more wonderful friends, and I don't take as many pills... I can't think of anything else. Maybe I should start blogging again just to see if I still ramble on and write stuff that only I would understand. I bet I do. :P I know I shouldn't delete this junk but it's tempting.

Yep, All 25

So I finished passing of all the Scripture Mastery today. You know, kinda on a whim. I'm deciding when I should start next year's.

I signed up for NanoWrimo.

Yeah...................................

(I'm sooooo embarrassed)

My slug, Turtle

I was seeing what state the garden was in when I saw some white, turtle like eggs in the grass by a board. Having watched ear wig eggs hatch a few years ago (the mother stays with them) I was interest and even more so when I discovered that a slug with a white ball hanging from it was a few inches above the pile. I got Libby (who said "That's gross"), Ann Marie, and Mom who got Grandma and Grandpa to come see my slug, Turtle, give birth. There are 17 eggs so far.

Dad found this site for me: http://www.cirrusimage.com/mollusca_garden_slug.htm

I started sminary today.

Did I already tell you it''s at 630. I am trying to cleaned my room. I have only seviral scriptures to mem. I now more about james. I cant mem it now. I got sugre for brakefast. Solitare it coo;. See you latter.

My Little Boy -- With Dyed Blond Hair

I've only read six books this year. When I write year in this situation, I mean 4/4/09 because I started my book log 4/4/07. That 'year' I read 120, then the next: 39. Embarrassing. Mom pointed out that that's still more than other people but it's still one third what I read in 2007. I think I'll keep track of the pages this 'year'. I did notice that most of the books I read in 2007 were things like Series of Unfortunate Events.

I still haven't been writing. Well, I just did but it doesn't count. I really want to (as I wrote before, this writing doesn't count so I can write really and very as many times as I really want to) but I can't decide what will happen to my personality-less, dieing before the book starts, 127 galaxies away from home, little assassin. His song (if he cared for Gaian rhythms): Ordinary World. I have a few ideas. He could realize he's dieing and run away from home (he's older), something could happen to one of his family members (I have big things planed out for them), TDC could come to get him as an enemy or to help him survive. OR A BIG METEOR COULD CRASH INTO THE EARTH, KNOCKING IT OFF IT'S AXIS!!!..............yeah.

I know what will make me happy! I'll have a lecture marathon!

But that will take the work out of it

Update:

• Mom has been getting me up early to prepare for seminary (and to take my new pill).
• I passed my standardized test with exploding colors.
• I've been trying to read more, including non fantasy. #/
• OYAN (One Year Adventure Novel) is going very slowly. I guess I'm reluctant to cause my newest character of interest pain etc. And maybe a few other things....like forced creative writing.
• I'm getting close to the end of some of my Great Courses. Then I'll get to watch them again!!!
• Lots of people have asked me what high school I'm going to go to. ;p

I think that's funny because.... well, it just is. Mom talked with me about kicking school up a notch this morning/afternoon and going to collage. I (think) I will go to a community collage AFTER I'm done homeschooling to get use to it before I possibly go to a small collage.

Also, I had been thinking about going to high school for one year. Then some girls about my age sat at a table next to mine in the mall. I'll think about it later. A lot later. I'll get some serious education at home because I want to!

Libby was with her friend this afternoon and I heard her talking about (is it laying or lieing! Is that even a word or am I just spelling it wrong. I can never tell in these situations) in the grass and be lazy. I now realize, I can't do that. I have to plan for my books and do some self hypnosis. It's physically not possible for me to not do anything! Is that bad? Have I accidentally trained myself to do something horrible? I'm I messed up forever???? Hmm, I'll think about it while I put my puzzle together - again.

The stupid Gaian can't speak

I had to read my last post because I couldn't remember what it was that I had written about. It made me kind of giggly inside. My writing style was so different than what it is usually. When I go back to read my first writings I think, 'Thank heaven, I got better.' What changes it is what I have been listening to or reading. When I listen to someone with an accent I start to think that way. I read a book in present tense for the first time (some time ago). That was just weird. So if I ever decide to write in present tense I'll reread that book.

There are things that you do that you can tell someone else hasn't when they start (what I have now decided to call) talking jerk. You should now know what I'm about to complain about and that I really don't like that person. It is not someone I know or I would have a sore throat (holly cow I can spell it). I have noticed that I fight a lot with everyone when I think they're wrong. There are somethings that I know I remember right. By the way, if a tree fell in the forest with no one to hear it, it wouldn't make a sound.
So I got this book from the library about Tolkien (hah! got it on the second try). I haven't finished it yet and have had to renew it several times. I am no longer a ludic reader. Boo hoo! There is a review of The Lord of the Rings in it that rips it apart. I hope Tolkien never had to put up with the man (or jerk) that wrote it. Because I know it is wrong. That man (or jerk) has never written a book, I think, but I hope he did after the review was published. Then he would be guilty as long as he lived for being wrong about a dead man.

Also I came up with an insult for the jerk (or man) but maybe I don't want to tell you. Yeah, not really in the mood. 'This is a blog. Blog writing does not count. Doesn't! Stupid Gaian can't be stupid Gaian anymore!' Lynn thought with panic.

I need to start writing again. Like, now. But I don't have the plot just right. I know! April Fool's is coming! I just need to find out if I need a new account or how to sign up......Bye Bye.

Let's see! What is she complaining about now?

There are somethings that you don't do for a long time then come back and do. Some leave you thinking, 'Why did I ever stop?' For me that would be reading. I might do that for writing if I forget that I wasn't doing it on purpose. I haven't been-- I was going to say 'working on' but I have been-- writing, just thinking and planning. I like it. Oh yeah, that's kind of obvious. NaNo WrioMo was good but it is something you mess up once and then you are prepared. Two weeks before it started I decided that I needed to work more on my main story and all of the others. So I came up with a new one. Then three days before, I changed it--a lot. That resulted in a blind writer stumbling around her study, getting a lot of paper cuts. I did win, though. Just not to my satisfaction. I'm pretty sure I'll do it this year (they have competitions like it in April and July. There are many different contests too.) I might aim for 20,000 with school or 35-50,000 without. It is a very good exercise to rush to get your story down, forcing you to work out (or save) some kinks.

Back to my first two sentences. Blogging is the opposite. I think, 'Why did I even start?' Also, I think it best that I don't think about frustrating things other than the ones in my stories, which are easier to deal with because they aren't real ( and I can get rid of them with a thought.) Real things are getting more bothersome. I was sick the 12'th, like really sick. It lasted one night, thankfully. I didn't go to church and feel relieved that I have just one thing planed this week. Hopefully, I will still be considered sick then.


Reading is nice until I realize that was all the author had to offer. They go here, then they almost get caught, then everyone lives happily ever after with only the accidentally push over a cliff bad guy to haunt their thoughts. The books written now are not like The Lord of the Rings. Tolkien was making a place for his lovely language so everything made sense in his well educated mind. And every book needs a plot. His wow-that-could-actually-be-out-there world was so good that his plot was beautiful no matter how simple it was. I love books that could be understood as a young child then studied intently as an adult. The Lord of the Rings is just that. Frodo is presented with the Ring, he is chased, then comes the moment of truth. A story is a hole. The more realistic and thought through the deeper it is. Yet the hole is 2D. It is hard to make it 3D. I wish I could find another as deep, as hard to get out of as The Lord of the Rings. Baby toys are zany these days. That is the only word I can think of to describe the mismatched colors and distorted pictures. Dang! Where was I going with this?

A few minutes later

Okay, I think I remember what I was going for--maybe. Children are given these toys. They are in the baby's memory. I would not be surprised it this next generation is half hippie, half emo. My point is books are not well written. No one studies how to make a story. The result: Stories that can be recognized for what they are only by those who know what a good story is. Children are given bad books and crazy toys. I wish to work on my world until it breathes. I wish to get my story into people's minds so that they can recognize the bad from the good. If that happens no one will want to read bad books so authors will be forced to write better. I also hope to boost imagination because that could use A Lot of help (Right, J.K.?)

The abominable snowgeek

I have gone out to play in the snow I swear. I wish they didn't go and mess it up so it would look better. Even so it has effected me. I am going to live on Antarctica as soon as I can and you can't stop me (though I doubt you would notice I was gone.)


My mommy said I can write what ever I want to because this is my blog.

• Guys are better writers
• The world is going to get sucked into a black hole (they're actually invisible)
• Because black holes stretch the fabric of time and space, Gravity is just somewhere it has torn.
• Planets are made by lots of space stuff trying to get through the rips at once
• It is really hot in the center of most planets because of friction
• My room is way cooler than yours
• People always lie when asked how they are doing
• Nerds are smart but not social - geeks are stupid and not social
• I am right 75% of the time. 25% of the time I don't care

Try to prove me wrong. I actually want to know what you think.


Before I read Twilight I told my mom, "Wouldn't it be funny if I don't like it because Berkeley doesn't like Artemis Fowl?" I don't think it's funny. IT'S SAD! The people with the least experience are the famous ones while the people who worked for it are....sniff I don't wanna talk about it I still haven't heard what he thinks about my view on Twilight. I don't think I'll get it 'cause he doesn't read my blog most of the time.


I have gotten a present from my self this Christmas. Inspiration on beginnings. Mom pointed out that it started when it snowed for the first time. In fact I have an ending on one too. Let you read it in a few years.

I eat novels for breakfast!

I have finished the book. Okay, the first draft of the book. And just to tell you, NO ONE IS GOING TO SEE IT WITH MY BLESSING. I got 20,935 words, twice the first one I started the beginning of this year. I want to have a peaceful, well deserved, day tomorrow but unless the world blows up I won't. :<

And then I don't know

My psychologist says I should stop daydreaming or I could never want to leave because it's more exciting in there. To late. Oh, if a bald guy asks for Pat tell him you might know were she is. When he threatens you tell him I've been waiting for him......

16,770 words. I'm getting desperate. I won't finish the book before November even though I will reach 20,000 words.

Here is a taste of what I've been doing:

They cross the bridge to the maze. They go through the maze with the help of Sophronia and Knut. The war has just started. The Necromancer and Jaelin are waiting for them. Lynn poisens Nov when he tries to fight. She joins the evil guys as a Blue Blood then kills Lugh after pointing out that James and Elliot are Jaelin's sons also. Reuel fights to save Nov and Sophronia. Sophronia gets away and meets King Hans. Reuel transports Nov and herself to a desert. She brings him around and her mind slips. They then go to a....um.

You asked for it.

Thanks whoever messed around in my head

I think when I started writing a year ago that someone said, "Maybe being a writer will help you make decisions." Well, I still suck at making decisions and now I know why. I hope this will be one of those cool qoutes that dead writers have. 'In writing you have only one descision: to fight fate or love it.' I know that because something I didn't plan happened. On the first day of writing (my true love gave to me one sharpened pencil) I was writing (of course) and all of a sudden this cat, Tom, runs away. I didn't know he was going to until he dashed away. Today I was writing (of course) and a cat turns up at the window. I didn't know until Richard called Reuel to see something. It was going to be Tom but it wasn't him. I don't know who has been running my brain for the past few days but I really like them. So, yesterday I changed this idea I had had for at least a month or two. It's now about this boy who was dastardly in another life so some people want to kill him. But his worst enemy from his other life, which he can't remember, is now his guardian angel. Like all my ideas it needs work. All of a sudden (again) Richard is this boy but now a teenager (and again I didn't know). He has seen this cat (who is not Tom) in his other life. Richard kind of remembers that he has seen this cat and tells Reuel that his suspicion that he was an evil guy in his other life. That gets her (Reuel is a her) thinking about magic and that kind of stuff. I like my stories to interlock. And now Richard is here not just to show Reuel what other teens are like but to also lead her mind off in that direction. I like it when someone else runs my mind. Oh, I forgot. Reuel will find this door but what is behind it is a mystery to both of us.

Word update
Words written today: 861 Words over all: 4,609

I plan to write more today so it might be 900 or more.


All of that up there was yesterday. Today I've (it feels so good to squish two words) been lazying around. Ya know, writing, daydreaming, meshing and molding stories. I really could do this for a living if I had a year or two to hand the book over and if people read it. I like writing suspenseful scenes. I even have some music to help. I was looking for a different song but found this really cool album. (Ignore the last three songs)

My head hurts but you don't know that

My word count goal is 20,000 words that means 700 a day. I think I'll go for the adult NaNo WriMo next year because that will be challenging. I've written a little over 3,600 words so I'm a day ahead! I should have time to make roles for thanksgiving.

Oh, Aunt Velvet said I should be a librarian and a writer under a pen name. I have the pen name part already but I'm not sure about the librarian part. I might just own the library and leave it at that.

Happy NaNo WriMo

Yesterday I woke up and thought, 'Tomorrow is NaNo WriMo! Oh yeah, to day is Halloween.' Yesterday evening Dad said something along the lines of, "Tomorrow is when we start writing, isn't it?" So just in case you have been to some place that doesn't have Internet:

Happy NaNo WriMo!

That still isn't big enough. I need to turn the computer off before the Sun rises.

Old Love vs. New

When I was about nine (I'm probably wrong. I don't remember too much from that time. I don't really want to.) I was afraid some other book would come along and replace Artemis Fowl. I shouldn't have worried. Artemis Fowl is one of a kind. The Lord of the Rings is one of a kind. I haven't even finished the whole thing, but I am in love with it. If only I could talk to Tolkien for a day and figure out what he was like. I can't decide which book I like best. That is okay with me. There is room enough for a million books in my heart. One other book I haven't finished but love already is The Hound of the Baskervilles. I guess it's the first real mystery book I've read and I plan to read more Sherlock Holmes.

I'm not going to tell you when my book plans have changed. Yes, they have changed yet again and I still have 6 days til NaNoWriMo so it probably will change at least two more times I'm guessing.

I was going to blog about this a week ago but blogging isn't that fun anymore (like it ever was). I am no longer the 1st counselor for the Beehives. Here is the part that I'm not supposed to be super excited about but am anyway. I'm not in the presidency at all! There are just enough girls now for a whole presidency and one. I'm that one! Call me a slacker if you want to but I'll turn up my music. And just in time for NaNo WriMo. Six more days. Hope I can come up with a good story plot by then.

Waiting to be killed. Waiting to be-oops. Waiting for NaNo WriMo. Waiting for NaNo WriMo..... NOVEMBER WHERE ARE YOU? I CAN'T PLAY SPORE THE REST OF MY LIFE SO GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE! Huhh. I'm going to go read a book.

I don't know....Why do you keep asking me?

I've changed my mind......again. First I was going to write story 1., then it changed to story 2., but now I changed story 2. almost beyond recognition. It was about a girl who was obsessed with writing a book. After she names it she dies. To me it is a satisfying ending because I know her a lot better then you do from my summary. I didn't know how I was going to....The problem isn't exciting. Okay, now....haha I almost told you what I changed it to. I've also changed story 1. but not that much. All I've changed is what time it starts. I think that this is the last time I'm going to change it, but that is what I thought the last time.

My mom is being nice to me right now. She took the two 'kids' to a church activity for the primary presentation. I'm home alone but that's alright with me! Mom said she was going to drop them off, return library books, and come home. It's been awhile, long enough for me to come up with the rough outline for a book. I think she is being nice but then again she could be waiting for me to save her from plutanions who are mad because Pluto isn't a planet anymore. It took them long enough to find out.

I write

Grandma asked why she hadn't been invited to read anything that I wrote. I've told her before that no writer would be stupid enough to show their first draft to anyone. You will see it when I'm done with it. I've also been waiting for NaNoWriMo to write. Then I'll rewrite it and again. Sometime this year I'll start a program Mom got for me. By the time I'm done with it I'll have another book. Lastly I'll rewrite the first book. Then my editors will see it.

You will be warned

Instead of 7 interesting things, I am going to do 7 warnings so that I can get angry at you and say that I warned you.

1. DO NOT GIVE AWAY THE ENDING OF A BOOK EVEN IF I'M NOT GOING TO READ IT.
2. Instead of lifting up my book to see what I'm reading, ask me so that I don't lose my place and get creeped out.
3. If I look like I am going to bite your head off, I probably will unless you get away fast enough.
4. If I look uncomfortable, I am. Pretend I'm not there: It will make my day.
5. Tell me you like something about me. I dare you.
6. Don't say you like Harry Potter or Twilight. I will proceed to think about how much you don't think.
7. Don't think that just because I'm officially a teen that I have lost my mind. I've been in this sorry state for a long time. Don't say that I haven't. I'm not senseless ( I'm a ditz).

You have been warned. So when my books are sad and I kill people off, I'm happy( in La La land).

Why do I need to breathe?

"I'm not getting in the time capsule!"
"But you like the Doctor's."
"His is cool and yours is boring."
"Come on. You'll get to learn about the history of America."
"America is boring. Why can't we go to Ireland?"
"You will get in the capsule whether you are dead or alive."
"This is soooo cliche but make me anyway."
"Get in now or I will tell your mom."
"Scary. What is she going to do? Love me to death? In fact I wouldn't mind dying. It would be better then learning about America."
"You little twerp!"
"If I am little, you are microscopic. I'm tired of this conversation. Hey Owen, do you want to run away now?"
"I thought we didn't run away until you start writing."
"I've changed it again. It starts while we are wandering."
"I don't really want to start now. You should go learn about America."
"You're just saying that because you're Irish!"
"No I am not! I would tell you where I am from but you haven't given it a name yet."

Yes, this is crazy. Mom knows what most of it is about. You don't so I'll tell you. My history book started off with a time capsule. This history book is all about America. I don't like American history. Bor-ing! Sorry. I'm having one of those writer moments. I'm going to explain. Writers ask a lot of questions whether to themselves of to someone else. This habit does not mix well with depression. Example: Why do I need to breathe? Because every one says so. They could be wrong. I should breathe in now. I can't feel my brain. But what if they are wrong? An hour latter someone discovers you, but don't worry I'm sure you'll have a nice funeral. Congratulations, you have proved that breathing is unnecessary if you don't mind dying. Huuuh I feel like writing but I shouldn't start the book yet. I need to take a shower. If you are wondering what happened to the time capsule person: I beat her up and then Owen decided we could go.