The Beauty of Words

Some people collect stamps. Others collect rocks or trinkets or magnets or keychains: things to remember places by or things to set on their shelf and admire.

I collect words.

But words aren’t quite as tangible as a rare rock or gold trophy, right? Words are almost abstract. Can you touch words? Can you taste words? Can you feel words?

Words are beautiful. I say them sometimes to simply taste them on my tongue. “Pomegranate” is a lovely example: It has an elegant, soft pop that slips back, like the edge a the tide, sliding up, sending a wave of chilly shock up your tingling limbs, and then pulling back.

Maybe not all words flow as smoothly as others, but with each I can taste a clear personality. Like the words, “lurid” or “dado.” The first begging to be sneered, the later to be stuck into a limerick.

Each word has a taste. Each word has it’s rhythm.

And that’s just the personality of it’s outside form.

What about it’s meaning?

It’s funny how specific words can be.

Have you ever wanted to know what to say when you throw someone out a window? Maybe it would be handy for throwing out insults?  Defenestration would be the word you’re looking for. What about describing your favorite activity? Curling up with a huge, thick book. Or curling up with a tome.

Or what about a sense of longing in your heart for something that is now gone. A wishful heart for the “good ole days.” A deep homesickness.

There’s a Welsh word for that. My favorite word in fact.

Hiraeth.

Even in its taste, the word whispers of deep longing.

It sounds like the kind of word you would stand on a distant moor in the middle of a misty morning and mummer to yourself.

One interesting thing I took away from reading the novel Watership Down earlier this year was the world building behind the rabbits’ language.

Different cultures, I realized, shape different words.

While we have no need for the word “silflay,” the rabbits need something to call the action of leaving their holes to go feed on grass.

That fascinates me.

But words are not only beautiful and interesting, they are powerful too.

I feel the glow of words shaped around love. I feel the sting of words shaped around hate and anger. In fact, as the Bible says: “Death and life are in the power of the tongue.” (Proverbs 18:24) That’s a huge power and, like from the quote in the old Spiderman movies: “With great power comes great responsibility.”

Do you use words? How often do you use them? On a daily basis?

I do. A lot actually. And so, everyday I hold the power of life and death in my hands. Every minute, every second, I could explode. I could blow up in someone face and scream and yell and tear them down. Or I can take a deep breath. I can smile. And I can ask, “How can I help you today?”

You see, words are tools. Like a hammer, you can use it to build a house. You can shelter your family or bless a person in need. But also like a hammer, you can take words turn them into your weapon. They can be used to tear or build, to scream or laugh, to calm down or to stir up, and to dance or cry.

We all have heard the saying “Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.” We curl up in the night and whisper it ourselves, saying it shouldn’t hurt when it does. But it just isn’t true.

We see in Proverbs 12:18 that wise words heal while rash words harm: “There is one whose rash words are like sword thrusts, but the tongue of the wise brings healing.” Also Proverbs 15:4: “A gentle tongue is a tree of life, but perverseness in it breaks the spirit.”

In fact, I could keep going. The power of the tongue is a recurring theme in the Proverbs as King Solomon emphasizes the value of a prudent man’s words and the iniquity of rash man’s.

Words are also powerful because they shape one of the ways we communicate. They help us express our pains and share our thoughts. Collecting them can be useful.

So what are some of your favorite words?

 

Why Kermit Is My New Best Friend + Looking On the Bright Side

I have returned!

Hither from a magical land of falafels, wedding cake, and cousins.

I was told I should write a story about falafels gone wrong, but unfortunately, I was absent from the kitchen when the woeful event occurred and only heard tale of it later when I was asked to step out of the way as the huge can of burning oil was run out of the house to be disposed of.

When the Falafel Flopped does sound like a best seller though, doesn’t it?

And everyone wants to read a story where Whole Foods is the hero, right?

Well, amidst the busy kitchen bustle, the fountains of flowers, the family get-togthers, the glorious flood of frisbee games (in the middle of thunderstorms no less…), gyros and falafels, and the mysterious mosquito bites that appeared the day after the wedding, I have made a new best friend.

Reader, meet Kermit, Kermit meet reader.

Kermit is my new role model. And he really is a frog-of-all-trades.

I have found his wisdom in moments to be absolutely priceless and breathtakingly insightful.

Kermit… Kermit is one of those crazy-talented friends that just gets you. One of those people you respect.

For example.

When your first sibling gets engaged.

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And then gets married a few months later.

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And then when you realize school is just a few days away.

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And then you realize you still haven’t finished your book’s first draft like you were hoping…

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And then you spontaneously decide to make a goal of writing 10k this month.

But then achieve half of that goal in two days.

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And then someone asks the name of your brother’s “wife.”

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And then you discover that your little brother is officially taller than you even when you wear your high heels.

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And then you realize you’re the oldest non-legal adult out of the siblings…. your turn is next.

 

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And then you get stuck on the subject school again and realize you’re only a few years away from graduating high school….

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And then realize that the next academic Mock Trial season is coming and you can’t wait and so you begin flailing your arms and screaming.

But, of course, first grab a legal pad and your favorite black pen and throw on a suit.

Then cue the flailing.

And you end up screaming the Rules of Evidence and Hearsay Objections, instead of random gibberish.

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(For those who don’t know Mock Trial is simply the best sport ever and the only sport you play in high heels and suits and the only sport you get to scribble notes on legal pads and pretend you know everything or pretend to cry or pretend you’re British and the only sport you get to interrogate people during and the reason I have a strange sense of being home when at a courthouse. See why I’m flailing??)

Well sitting here eating a fresh slice of homemade zucchini bread and sipping some Irish tea and trying to sit still (because my mind is still stuck on Mock Trial…), I’m realizing that I’m not sure where to take this post.

My (not-so-little) little brother said that he has never seen a random post from me.

…even though I literally had a post named random.

He says I should just randomly end the post with a random “bye” and shrug off any sense of satisfaction and unconcluded flailing, and no lesson learned.

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Confirmed fact: My little brother is Fozzie Bear. 😉

Not that I don’t like silliness, jokes, or such wonderful-ness, it just feels so inadequate to leave you hanging. Especially after flailing in your face and internal screaming in excitement and shock.

I remember one time chatting with some friends and one offered a template: Thanks to the family who birthed me, raised me, and taught me to _____.

I filled that blank in with “laughter.”

My family has a talent of being able to step back and laugh when everything goes wrong. Not in a mean or flippant way, but just in a fun, spunky, relieving-sort-of-way.

Like when the fire alarm goes off at a hotel in the middle of the night after a day running around at a rollercoaster park, even though it turned out there was no fire, and we end up standing in the middle of a parking lot for three hours, with no shoes and in our pajamas seven firetrucks blinking and flashing until our heads hurt.

Dad says: “Hey let’s see if someone will take a family picture of us in front of one!”

Or during a road trip when we are just chilling on top of a mountain in New Mexico and a huge thunderstorm suddenly covers the sky and pelts us in huge pieces of ice and freezing rain that drenches us to the bones until we can’t feel our limbs are sloshing down as fast as we can, crying so hard we’re laughing, and laughing so hard until we’re crying.

Dad says: “Hey this is a great time to take a video to send to our friends back home!”

 

 

Or the week of a huge move, when a hurricane decides to have in on the fun. Our power goes out for days straight (and we were on a well so that means no water. Period.) while we were hosting my brother and his co-worker for furniture market. (no showers…) and then a friend comes over to help us take apart furniture only to get stranded when our favorite tree (and one of our thickest, largest trees) throws a fit about our abandoning him and tries to smash the first moving trailer that shows up, but barely misses and barricades our driveway instead. And trying to pack everything into the moving trucks (which get stuck in the mud in our yard and are there for many hours) until we are loading in the pitch dark with fifty people in our house (remember no water. Which means no toilet flushing) tripping over each other with boxes of books and bed railing and big fat heavy dressers.

Bright side? I will never forget my last week in my childhood house. It seemed so fitting too and I wouldn’t want it to have ended any other way.

Of course I struggle.

Being stuck in a house with a handful of other people for a week with literally nothing to do or even to sit on but the hard cold floor, can get tense and chaotic. Dramatic. Crazy. Without books (except your Latin textbooks) and no furniture (but sleeping bags) suddenly everyone’s personal bubbles are a bit easier to rub against.

Between the glares, strange new character voices bubble to the surface and are added to our repertoire. The strangest pieces of art work splatter out of our brains and the weirdest inside jokes or newest sarcastic comebacks.

I still find myself worrying over things going-wrong too, which is probably why movies like Father of the Bride and Meet the Parents are just plain… painful.

Views which just make my family laugh harder, as I cringe and groan and consider hiding under a blanket and covering my eyes and ears.

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me when watching those types of romcoms ^^
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^^ my siblings

 

I guess when I sit down for entertainment I’m not looking to cringe and laugh and wince at how everything goes wrong in everyone else’s lives.

Too close to home maybe.

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Or maybe its the fact that the characters never seem to get it. Instead of making a fool out of yourself and trying to make it look like you’re brilliant and nothing goes wrong under your watch, why not laugh it off and just clean the spilled (chocolate) milk up with a cheap roll of paper towels from Dollar Tree?

After spending a whole week surrounded on all side with siblings, working all together, our super-duper superpower has come out even more. Even when the falafel-mission failed and all we had left were some strange form of hushpuppies and a can of burning oil, everything was fine because my siblings focused on what mattered.

The food didn’t need to be perfect. The décor didn’t need to be exact. We definitely worked hard to make it beautiful and special, but if something small popped or cracked, we went with Plan B. Pulled out the super glue and paint supplies. Trimmed the bushes with leaves brown and dying from the power wash.

Why?

Because it was all about family and love and laughter and fellowship, not about being perfect.

Some things just aren’t worth getting upset over. Fretting about. In the end it’s the people and what you make out of what you have. And come on… it is kinda funny that the couple decided to have Greek food for their wedding and cook it all themselves the afternoon before even though they have never tried it before. Even sounds a little cliched ha.

Well, a thing about life: When it gets crazy, it only means you can make it crazy fun.

I even think part of my training in becoming a poet has greatly stemmed from the laughter my family has taught me.

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(I know you were wondering if I would make it through a post without a single mention of poetry… 😉 )

Being a poet is being someone who sees through surface things. As written in the song that Andrew Peterson sings, To All the Poets, they see “beauty in the common place, saw incarnation in a Baby’s face, and in a drop of rain the stars.”

My family has taught me how to see things. How to see the funny side to being stuck camping in a teepee with a gaping hole designed in the roof for a couple days of thunderstorms.

How to see the fun side of a literal 22 hour road trip (yes… we drove 22 hours straight. Yes, 22 hours in the car driving) or being able to have a conversation about how the kudzu in the dark makes it look like there’s a giant elephant sitting in our backyard. Either that or an old man wearing a hat.

Much of my playful limerick-type of playful poetry comes from true stories. But in a way don’t all fictional stories stem from a true story?

You just have to decide what type of genre you are living in. 😉

 

So, in closing, remember:

When your falafels flop, Whole Foods is always there.

Kermit Smiles

Love you fam.<3

 

**all gifs hunted and trapped by my personal internet minion squad via giphy**

All the Summer Vibes // hiking, writing, reading, and that glorious sunburn

I’m a very crafty person.

No, no. Not that kind of crafty.

Despite what gossip my character have been spreading, I am not a crafty villain scheming up plans of horror and pain. Maybe.

I mean ‘crafty’ as in, I like to take little string and sit for a couple hours looping it on sticks to try to make hats and scarves.

However, during the school year with school. And school. And more school. I only have time for sitting and translating Latin sentences and learning that the Romans defeated the Gauls.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Oh and that the sailors refuse to pray.

So when I finally finished that last math test and ‘summer’ was here, I pulled out my supplies and dove into the world of waking earlier, living at my desk in the basement, and having my family point out the paint stains on my hands I had missed or the bits of thread I had forgotten to brush off my shirt.

Here’s what I’ve been up to:

cause I am obsessed with bullet points

#1. Quilting

I’ve always been interested in quilting, but it wasn’t until a couple years ago I made my first quilt.

Okay, actually it was about five years ago and it was so tiny my doll would even have trouble using it.

Not that she got the chance because I didn’t finish that quilt until two months ago when I pulled it out again.

In the meantime, somewhere in the past five years I did patriciate in a crazy quilt day workshop and came out with a finished mini quilt, but, while I learned a lot, in the end, it was still mini.

Well after pulling the first quilt out and finishing the binding at the beginning of this summer, I took in the stack of scrap fabric in our craft closest and the bundle of batting and, remembering a book I had once read at the library, decided to try my hand at making a bigger quilt.

I picked the Log Cabin pattern, because I really loved the examples in the book and it seemed perfect for left-over fabric, since really all I needed was two-inch wide strips.

Originally I sorted out these little stacks of fabric: one blue themed, one pink themed, brown, green, yellow, etc., thinking I might be able to squeeze out three or four squares out of each.

Out of the blue stack of fabric, I was able to make twenty 11 inch(ish) squares: perfect for a baby blanket size.

Shows you how much I know about estimating.

I’m that person who always scoops left-over food in a container that is way too big.

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setting out the squares

I sewed the squares over three days, trimmed them and pieced them together another, and then, after a trip to Hobby Lobby to buy some backing and edging, began the actual quilting process (which I should hopefully finish today.)

It was a lot of fun piecing together, and I’m starting to now eye the stack of pink fabric in the closet. (:

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When the back of your stitching creates a perfect treble clef! O.o

#2. Jewelry Making

I began making earrings about a year ago when my sister and a friend organized a craft day at our house.

They’re really fun and fairly easy to make. The hardest part is looping the wire. Especially since I was trying to use the wrong kind of pliers to do it.

Imagine my joy when my grandmother gave me the right type (and more beads!)

To illustrate the immediate affect:

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They’re amazing, thank you GranAnnie! ❤

So I’ve been making tons of earrings lately.

My homeschool co-op community has a craft fair each December so I’ll probably bring my growing stash of earrings.

Or I might decide to keep them all muahahaha

If only I had more ears. 😉

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owls! and everyone goes “awww”

It’s really cool being able to make things that I know will be used. Gone are the days of braiding hundreds of random strands of rainbow colored craft yarn I found.

It’s doubly neat to be able to make those things I’ve always wanted. Whatever style of earrings such as ones with beads partially wrapped in wire.

Then last week my mother was out running errands when she noticed a small artisan shop in our downtown that is opened only a couple times a month.

She stopped and looked around and decided to take me that afternoon for inspiration and ideas.

Such as quilled paper earrings:

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setting them out to dry

 

#3. Writing

Yes!

Despite what this post has so far implied I have been writing this summer. I’ve been continuing my attempts to capture everyday, little things in a fresh new way, and have been plowing away at 51 usually late in the evening or early in the morning. I’ve found over the past year that those are the most productive times for me.

When people ask whether I’m a night owl or morning bird, me: “Um…both?”

Who said owls aren’t birds… 😉

51 has been going well though.

A week or so a writing friend mentioned during a conversation about names how they once read somewhere about a writer using elephant in all caps as a place holder in the rough draft stage.

So of course I had to steal borrow the idea.

 

ELEPHANT in the Room

 

Who knew Zeb had such big pockets?

Or that he was that strong. 😉

As a technical update: 51 is at 21,651 words and maybe through one fourth of the story written.

The good news is, I have the ending planned! and written shh don’t tell anyone.

Now I just have to fill in the rest of the middle… 😛

 

#4. Reading

I’ve been reading a nice amount of books too. A lot of revisiting for old favorites, but also some new ones.

Current book I’m reading?

The Mollhill, Vol 3!

It’s my first one to read and I’m really enjoying it.

Basically, for those who don’t know, it’s a collection of poetry, art, essays, stories, and recipes from The Rabbit Room, a community of Christian artists.

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Also! I was forced to join joined a local book club started by a writer-friend.

The first get-together that I have been able to attend yet will be tomorrow. Book for that meeting?

The Book Thief!

I’m excited. (:

#5. Hiking & Swimming

 

Summer did not feel truly feel like summer until last week when we finally went swimming.

It had been a full year for me because of the craziness of moving and settling in and life.

But after spending a day splashing in the sun, and I came home and collapsed on my floor, limbs aching and with raisins for fingers, and my shoulder burning with the most glorious sunburn, it was suddenly summer.

I had never realized how nostalgic that feeling is…

I’ve also gone on a couple hiking trips. The most notable one was with my Dad a couple Saturdays ago. We packed some water, books, and hammocks and hiked up to a private little overlook. There we spent a couple hours swinging lazily in a mossy clearing, swatting flies, and (for me) reading Canterbury Tales.

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When I said it was mossy, I meant it was mossy.

This gorgeous clearing gave an entirely new meaning to the common phrase “the forest was carpeted with moss.”

 

#6. Sketching and Painting

And one of the other things I’ve been doing quite a lot is experimenting with is mixing ink sketching with watercolor.

As you can see, I’ve only been doing little simple projects of things I’m familiar with. (i.e. plants, elephants, and my school drawers)

And finally…

#7. Prepping for school

And here we are at the end.

My first day of class with my weekly homeschool co-op is three weeks away, so I’ve pulled out the brick of biology flashcards, put tabs in my math book, and sped up in my reading of the literature books I will be writing papers on through the year. (Right now it’s Sir Gawain and the Green Knight. And I thought the first part of the book was weird…)

I’m surprising excited for the school year as a whole. This year focuses on British literature, I’ll be studying paintings, music, and art in general, more Team Policy debates, and more Algebra and Trigonometry.

 

Which finally brings me to a quick note about one last thing that’s been going on around here: my brother’s wedding!

I am suuuper excited about my (soon-to-be) new sister! She is just soooo amazing and fun! And just… well I probably could write another five paragraphs about it but I better not. (:

I must say it’s weird growing up though. (Any one else agree out there? *raises hand* Anyone?)

Well, because of this joyous occasion of amazingness but also the busyness that comes with it (did I mention it will be held in our backyard?), I am not going to promise a post next Friday.

Maybe I’ll throw out a poem or something, but we’ll see. (:

What time of day is best for writing for you? How has your summer been? Are you prepping for school yet? What will you be studying?

~ evelyn ~

 

7 Things I Wish I Knew When I Started Painting {aka what I have learned in the last couple months}

It all started with Shakespeare.

I know, I know.

It’s a strange place to start but that’s where it all began.

For almost five years I had not touched my painting supplies, partly out of fear and partly out of busyness, but in March my co-op class was studying The Taming of the Shrew, and were assigned to pick a topic of interest of the Elizabethan era and report back on it with physical props.

Cue the brainstorming.

Originally, I thought I might study the fashion and show up, with the closest example of an outfit from that time period, but that had been my sister’s choice a few years earlier. Next idea was to write a Shakespearean monologue from the point of Queen Elizabeth and perform it, but I had never even succeeded in writing even just a sonnet, much less an entire monologue. Besides, I had enough things to memorize already.

A third thought was to study Shakespearean embroidery and replicate it, but I wasn’t sure I could finish it in time.

With some more brainstorming, my mom then came up with the idea.

Why not study art from the era and creating a slide-show presentation of Elizabethan paintings?

Cha-ching!

Perfect.

I had (and still have…) this strange (then new-found) obsession with creating PowerPoint slides and I find art very interesting. Put them together?

Just makes sense.

I began researching and making notes, learned so much, and picked out three different pieces.

There. Done.

But wait…

At the next class, my tutor explained this project would be presented in a different room in front of the younger classes, meaning I couldn’t use the projector.

So my mom suggested that I just take one of the paintings I had picked out and reconstruct it.

Except I had never painted with oils before and never ever painted a person.

So yes.

I decided to pick up painting for the first time in about five years and use a medium I had never used before to paint a subject I had never even attempted before under a deadline.

At least Hobby Lobby had all painting supplies half off that week.

…except that deal ended the next day.

So I convinced a sibling to take me and bought the supplies.

Thankfully, the following afternoon when I unpacked my new paints, I decided to mess around with them before starting the project on the canvas.

I pick out a red and squeeze it out of the tube onto my palette. I take the brush and paint a simple rectangle. And then another.

And then I go for a circle.

But the paint won’t spread out right.

I dip my brush in the water and try to thin it.

It doesn’t work.

For at least five minutes, I sat there in growing frustration as my paint refused to move or spread.

It was after I filled have the page with strange shapes, that it finally hit me.

Duh.

Water doesn’t mix with oil.

I call the piece “Ignorance.”

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Isn’t it beautiful? 😛

I guess all those repeated experiments about trying to mix oil and water on a plate as a kid didn’t stick. (Sorry Mom!)

Well, this story has a happy ending: I discovered the substance called “paint thinner” and went on to paint the portrait, and though it doesn’t look much like the original, it definitely looks like an Elizabethan painting.

Over the following months, I have continued to paint and have learned more about it… often learning the hard way.

Here I have compiled a list.

If you have a time-machine, feel free to take this back in time and shove it in my face. 😉

With that, let us begin…


#1.  How to take care of tools {especially the brushes}

One thing about my ten-year old painter-self: I had no idea how to keep tidy and clean, whether it be my palette, my easel, my table, my clothes, my brushes or my hands (though to be honest, I don’t care much about that one…)

This was very evident when I finally unpacked my supplies after a couple years of almost-moving.

Exhibit 1:

Oh look at me fine brushes… notice especially the forked blue one.

Gorgeous am I right?

When I was ten, I didn’t know simple rules like, don’t store brushes on their bristles, don’t leave in the jar of water, or even the importance of cleaning them as soon as I’m done with them.

When you have tools, research how to take care of them! Whether it be through Google, a library book, or someone you know, discover proper ways to treat them well: how to store them, how to clean them, how to use them.

#2. Plan ahead

I have this awful habit of being terrible at making decisions when I really don’t care.

You know that friend who is that person who is always the one to say when hanging out, “Oh I don’t know… what do you want to do?”

Yeah… well that’s me and it comes across in my paintings.

Here is one of my first paintings.

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I specifically remember painting this… originally it was to be a field filled with flowers beneath a huge mountain range.

But then the mountain wouldn’t corporate and decided to be a scrapped blob of blue. I tried to fix it, but with little experience or knowledge failed. So I decided it was a rain pour in the distance and decided to paint a forest.

I wanted it to be a great, thick forest, but I had already made one of those and so wanted it to be different.

So I made the trees small and spread apart…

And then, I thought it looked weird (a very justified observation…) and so decided to add a creek. But something was still missing so I decided to add a rabbit. And then a butterfly. And then another one. And then a log.

And so this piece came to be.

Even if I had had the talent to make the trees look like trees and the grass look like grass and so on and so forth, it has terrible composition.

So now to try to avoid that I think ahead. Maybe sketch out a plan or follow a picture.

As beginner, especially, I wish I had picked more subjects I was familiar with.

#3. Research techniques & practice

Study paintings! Watch videos! Read books!

As a beginning painter I’ve found it so helpful to do all of the above, but then also to practice the techniques.

Otherwise it would be like trying to read a math book but never doing any of the problems. 😉

Right now for me it’s those gorgeous watercolor moons I’m trying to learn. (keyword: trying.)

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#4. Always finish a project

Last week I decided to paint some pictures for some friends: an animal for each. The flamingo was pretty simple and straightforward, the koala was small and fun, but the puppy…

I spent literal hours on its coat of fur.

I wanted to give up through the entire process, beginning here:

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At that point, normally I would have given up, but for two things.

First: I was using a canvas and my guilty conscience would never have let me just throw it away, and then secondly I needed to finish it by the next day or pick a new subject and start an entirely new painting to finish by the next day.

So I kept going…

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And going…

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And going…

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Finally I was somewhat satisfied with the poor puppy’s blotchy coat:

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And in the end, I just added a bunch of flowers to cover it all up.

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Ta-da!

So it didn’t turn out too bad, and I learned a lot that I would not have learned if I had stopped when I first wanted to.

Like, don’t try to paint a puppy.

See? Lesson learned. 😉

#5. Don’t throw it away

When do we ever finish a art project and feel fully satisfied and proud of it? Do you ever want to rip up your page, burn its pieces, and throw its ashes into the wind?

I have. A lot actually.

Like with this lady…

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*coughs* only painted a couple months ago..? that must be wrong… 😛

Go ahead and shudder. I don’t mind at all, just don’t stare at it too long, please… for your sake.

The story behind this creepy face?

Well.

At the start of this year I was trying to use watercolors to paint a face and it turned out reeeally weird.

Yes, to be fair, I was going for a certain style.

But still.

Hideous, am I right?

The strange blotchy blush, the squinty right eye, the heart shaped head, and paper thin eyebrows, with absolutely zero eyelashes or forehead.

But the thing is, in another year or so I’ll pull it out and try again and compare.

Like I did with an elephant I painted…

Elephants compared

And a wolf I once drew.

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Which is why everyone should also…

#6. Always date & sign the piece

And at this point I probably will remind you of your mother when you were in kindergarten: “Don’t forget to sing your name and put the date on it, okay honey?”

I’m sorry, but they were all right.

And I was wrong when I did not listen. 😛

And now I am left to wonder when I painted this little treasure and all it’s homeless buddies:

All I know about this little guy is that he was inspired by Monet (or at least created in the studying of Monet) and that it was a long, long time ago.

Besides, there’s something official and satisfying to signing one’s work.

And last but not least…

My frens.

Don’t drink tea or coffee while painting.

There have been at least five separate occasions where I found myself subconsciously picking up my painting water to drink from.

And many times I was inches away from dipping my brushes into my chai latte.

It just ain’t worth it.

Even if you avoid these tragedies, you will end up living long enough to see either your drink die and transform into tepid liquid or your paint dry on your palette and brushes.

You can’t always multitask.


So there we go. Seven brilliant gems I have discovered and am still trying to work out.

What are some things you wish your younger self knew?

~ evelyn ~

Of Books and Binders and Book Binder Poetry

Good morning!

It’s a beautiful Friday and we are back with our next installment of Evelyn-finds-something-neat-about-poetry-and-comes-to-share-it on The Rain-Drenched Writer!

Or, as my dad would say, “Have you heard Evelyn’s new poem? She didn’t write a single word!”

Well, I am sure we are all glad to be here. If you are new to these series, check out previous episodes: here and here and here. 😜

Today’s topic of discussion: book-binder poetry!

It’s a simple idea. You take a stack of books and arrange their titles into a poem.

(Quick note though: I do not necessarily recommend all the books displayed in this post. I have not read all of them but am only using them here for the purpose of poetry. :))

Here is the first poem I created:

 

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I began to realize quickly that verbs don’t show up much in titles. Neither do many “which” or “who” or “what.”

For my second one I was very glad to find a book titled With. I ended up using this book a lot… it was very helpful! (Keep in mind to ignore it’s subtitle… 😛 )

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My third one, I am quite fond of! I titled this one, Gossip.

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To my delight, after that, I found two books about a watchman…

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Then I decided to take a visit to the Christian-living bookshelf in our household and see what I could find there.

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Suddenly my poems became a lot less poetic and star-spangled, but more blunt and foreboding…img_1369-1

 

And finally, my very last one which I found quite by accident as these books were already right by each other, separated by only two other books:

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Which one is your favorite? Have you ever played around with book-binder poetry?

~ evelyn ~

The Liebster Award 2.0

And the saga CONTINUES!

Thank you Mary for tagging me!

For a refresher, here are the rules again:

  • Acknowledge the blogger that gave it to you and display the award.
  • Answer 11 questions that the blogger gave you.
  • Give 11 random thoughts about yourself.
  • Nominate 11 other bloggers and notify them of their nominations.
  • Ask your nominees 11 questions.

And here I am already trying to brainstorm 11 people I can tag when Mary managed to tag 22 people. O.o

Anyways, on to Mary’s Questions!


 

#1. Who is your favorite Marvel superhero and why?

Loki!

What? He’s not a superhero? Hmm.

Bucky then!

He isn’t either?

Okay, okay. Captain America or Spiderman. 😛

 

#2. What Hogwarts house are you in, and why?

I have not read Harry Potter (…and the crowd gasps…) but! I do have some friends who have.

According to their judgement, I would be in the Ravenclaw house, which apparently is the best one. 😉

For those who are as clueless as I was:

There are four houses of Hogwarts that the students are sorted into. Here is an overview:

  1. Slytherin. This is for very cunning, “whatever it takes” kind of people.
  2. Griffindor is all the brave/hero sorts, the confident ones.
  3. Hufflepuff has all the sweet laid back types: small and innocent.
  4. And Ravenclaw is for the more focused and studious types. 

Shout out to aforementioned friend (you know who you are!) who gave me a quick crash course on this. (:

 

#3. If you could spend one day hanging out with one character in a book you’re writing or wrote, who would it be and why?

Arthur from my WIP, 51.

I started on version 2.0 (or 1.5? since I didn’t finish the first one…) and was realizing how much I want to better understand his character. Perhaps hanging out with him for a day would explain a lot.

 

#4. Out of all the superpowers out there, which one would you want to have? And why?

Is having an unending store of wisdom considered a super power? xD

Cause honestly that’s what would be the extremely helpful. If not, then the ability to fluently speak every language on Earth. That would be pretty helpful too.

 

#5. What inspired you to start your blog? 

My longing to write consistently, to own a place to scrawl thoughts, and to see my words live in the daylight.

 

#6. What is a book or book series that you would recommend to anyone?

I thought long and hard on this one and then it hit me, and now I feel bad I did not think of it earlier.

The Bible!

(duh… 😛 )

 

#7. If you could go into your own world that you wrote or are writing, where would you go to first and why? 

I would go to the Urlynwagh of the Anielian Dwarves. It is the very heart of their deep underground world: a large cone room with walls slanting to the base, covered in paintings, history, and old inscriptions etched from centuries of ancestors. It is there one may find the Dwarf counsel gathered in their battle armor, or the ancient Elders in their solemn garb. I’d love to listen to their arguments and cases, and the wisdom of their luvoren.

Then I would travel through the city to the castle and sit and hear the songs of the largest and most famous verhona played by the most skilled and aged musicians.

Maybe after that go visit a ynwalu trainer above the caves in the fresh mountain air, or try to discover what the trifelines actually do in their spare time…

 

#8. What food do you absolutely LOVE the most, and what food do you loathe to the ends of the earth?

This is a hard question to answer. Thanks to those ole green bean wars of my young childhood, I am not a picky eater, and on the other side there are so many tasty things in the world, and the majority of them reside happily in my mother’s kitchen via her amazing talent of creating delicious meals.

I’d say my mother’s homemade bread and white chicken chili are high on my list along with the grits casserole she makes. (I always request it for my birthday breakfast…)

Speaking of breakfast foods, her pancakes and waffles are the best I have ever had.

Red peppers, bagels, and grape tomatoes are also great.

Did I mention that my mom’s homemade salsa is from heaven?

I could keep going. xD

Just the other day my family was discussing how we love being in the “I Love Mom’s Cooking Club.” It’s amazing guys.

Anyways, as for something I dislike… Hmm. Ranch dressing comes to mind. It has a weird after-taste for me. And I’ve never really been fond of Ketchup either.

I hope condiments apply for this question…

(And I told you guys I don’t rant about food. Ha.)

 

#9. Which of the four seasons (summer, spring, fall, winter) is your favorite and why?

Oooh. Um. Hmm.

Did you just ask that? Really?

Summer is so beautifully, toasty hot. Days spent in the sun and bare feet squishing fresh green grass between toes. And the satisfaction of surviving another year of school and tying it up in a bow.

Fall is spectacular with all the trees turning red, brown, and orange, then carpeting the roads in their hair. It’s cool again and perfect for quiet, peaceful walks of awe.

And then winter is beautiful because they are the days curled up inside in a thick sweater by the fire with a cup of hot chocolate, listening to Christmas carols, and watching the snow cover the backyard in yards of brilliant white icing.

And the beauty of spring comes from the end of winter, as you wake up one morning to the sound of birds and open your windows to the sun and realize there’s a batch of flowers waiting beside your door step.

Sooo

Does that answer your question? xD

 

#10. What is the biggest goal you have in life right now

That I can think of off the top of my head?

Well, it would probably be the goal to start over and write an entire first draft for 51 by August.

Or maybe not dying during Driver’s Ed this summer.

Yeah.

One of those.

#11. What is the one thing you love doing most in life?

How can I narrow it down?

Well…

Experiencing life with people I love.

Creating something beautiful for a fellow human.

Telling a story that touches a soul.

Watching young children.

Watching people grow up.

Geeking out over books with other writers.

And finishing a trigonometry problem and actually getting the answer right.

 

 

Now 11 random facts about me.

 

– I love music and currently I have 34 playlists on Spotify. (Is that too many?)

– Apparently, I am a first alto.

– My earliest nightmare I remember included me being kidnapped by a troll and taken to his treehouse. (Someday I’ll turn it into a story…)

– Ey, guys!! I am officially a professional artist! This week was the first time I was paid for my work.

– Now I am currently brainstorming what to do with three empty canvases.

– My name is a combination of the name “Eve” and “Lynn” so it means “life and light.”

– I have named a villain once after a name my parents were considering for me if I had been a boy.

– This summer is going to be a combination of reading, writing, pulling weeds, learning to drive, and hoping to start a small calligraphy business.

– I have discovered writing a note to a friend with a dip ink pen late in the night is lovely.

– I’ve been to 29 of the 50 states of America.

– I cry at the end of Toy Story 3 because the baby doll in it looks just like the one I’ve had all my life.


 

Well, now time for some tagging.

I tag…

  • all those tag thieves prowling around out there (I promise I won’t look if you steal it…)
  • anyone who has not done this award yet (Does this species even exist anymore?)
  • any fellow Ravenclaws (High-five guys!)
  • any book characters out there who feel up to the challenge of hacking into their writer’s blog and posting (Muhahaha.)

 

And your 11 questions.

– What type of music do you enjoy? How has your music tastes grown over the years? (And how many playlists do you have??)

– What is one of the weirdest/scariest dreams you’ve ever had?

– Where is your favorite place to do homework? What about reading or writing?

– How many draft posts do you currently have for your blog?

– What is the worst experience have had in your writing life? (Or written life for those characters who are answering here. 😉 )

– Where is the weirdest place or situation you’ve found inspiration for a story?

– What was the last book/movie that made you cry? (Unless you’re one of those people who never cries…)

– What is a recent piece of insight you found that you really appreciated?

– What is something deeply satisfying that happened this week?

– What are you looking forward to this summer?

If you had to pick one of your characters to haunt you the rest of your life, which would you pick? (Or for characters… which of your acquaintances would you love to go haunt your writer for you?)

 

And ten points for a bonus question! Who started the Liebster Award? Whoever they are, they’re a genius and they’ve taken over the blogging word with their self-multiplying device.

I’ve always wondered who is behind it all…

Well, friends, this is the end, but I’m curious. Does anyone else dislike Ranch Dressing and Ketchup? Or am I the only one?

 

a little post named “random”

Have you ever just wanted to write for the sake of writing?

Nothing planned. Nothing plotted.

After a long day of pounding out papers and scratching out math equations, just you and your thoughts winding out slowly onto the page, forming little splotches of black on white.

The itch comes every once and a while for me. A little itch to be wild and dreamy with some prose; to make some words purr with my wandering ponderings and watch them stretch out and then curl up before the fire.

Maybe EvEn BREAK the RUles and cApitAlIzE in STRANGE wAys

like I use to get away with.

Well, the itch has come today, and I’m afraid I will indulge myself in satisfying it with a scratch.

I might ending up sounding a little philosophical. I might end up sounding a little poetical. Maybe silly. Who knows, but are any of those bad things?

Already I’ve made some alliteration for the sake of alliteration. I’ve sprinkled in some personification and metaphors, and stirred in a tasty verb or two.

Art is easy to compare to soup.

You dump in a little of this and a little of that, like Amelia Bedelia baking up her lemon meringue pie, and then watch the colors swirl. Add a pinch of seasoning, and take a deep breath of the spicy smell.

You make mistakes. You learn to differentiate the walnuts from the pecans, the salt from the sugar, and the vinegar from the water. You learn there’s a reason they tell you to stir your concoction and that there’s a reason they say to set timers on ovens.

There is something unmatchable about learning from trial and error. It is personal and it is physical, unlike that advice found on scraps of paper books. These lessons learned have scars to prove it.

Well this past month was Camp NaNoWriMo and I learned a few things.

When you have a complicated time-traveling plot that twists and turns on itself, you might want to plot it out in greater detail before diving straight in.

Who knew my six pages on the workings of time-traveling would not be enough? Maybe I should have written more than half a page on the actual plot?

I reached 23,000 words about two and a half weeks into April, but the story was falling apart. There was also a lack of unique creativity that I was trying to go for. Plus I had yet to discover how it would end. Though that is typical when I start a project, at 23,000 words in I usually want to know before continuing. I brainstormed and brainstormed and brainstormed, but I could not work it out.

At that point, I was going to essentially burn it to ashes and then throw those out the window, but my oldest brother was visiting for the week and we began talking about it. Suddenly, explaining the plot, I began questioning my decision: Wait, what am I thinking? I love this story! I love these characters! Why give up on them??

Well, thankfully, said brother came to the rescue and gave me a good picture of what happens in my story, giving insight and blowing my mind!

Yes… a picture. Literally.

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There, doesn’t that clear everything up?

One of my other brothers saw it sitting out the other day and asked, “Were you guys just destressing?”

No, I promise that graph makes sense to me.

Two words: Time travel.

So, at the moment, instead of throwing out the lovely, tangled manuscript, I will lock it up and wait for it to gather some dust, and until then I will work on fleshing out some timelines and charting the plot.

I also want to brainstorm different ways to tell the story. I was having trouble telling such a complicated plot through my third person narrative. (Maybe time to try the fun of rambling in my character’s personas?) Well, I have a couple ideas up my sleeves.

Beyond all that, I discovered that even the worst of times can be turned into great art!

Frantically finishing finals” is an amazing alliteration, don’t you agree? 😉

Now they are officially done! *throws confetti*

…but I have some math to catch up on. Sooo… *gathers up confetti to save until that glorious day of true freedom*

But! Tuesday was the one year anniversary of The Flabbit Room’s Ildathore project. *throws confetti again*

I might say something more about my writing family, but it would end up being a mix between sappy sentences and a incoherent jumble of inside jokes.

So, instead let me delight over my Google drive folders which I discovered can be colored!

 

ALL THE COLORS

 

Isn’t that just amazing??

Well, fare thee well, friends! I wiLL REturN neXt wEEk for mor chicken fun.

~ tA-Ta-fOr-NoW! ~

 

20 Questions Tag

I’m afraid I was tagged for this *coughs* a while ago.

Maybe a month.

Or two.

Anyways, thank you Bethany for the tag! (And sorry I did not get to it sooner… 😛 )

Looks like there are no rules, just questions. And if I need to, I guess I can plead the fifth. 😉

So let’s begin!


#1: How many books are too many in a series?

Ha, I’d say six is pushing it for a series that has an overall story arc. Those books I feel expected to read all of them, and read all of them in order.

Something like the Nancy Drew series can get away with 60+ books only because they are all the same, and one can just read as many or as few as she wants until she feels satisfied.

For me, I took me about forty. xD

#2: How do you feel about cliff-hangers?

Muhahaha, as an author, they are completely evil and I love them. >:)

As a reader, they are completely evil and they steal my precious sleep. (How dare you, author! 😮 )

#3: Hardback or paperback?

I actually do not have a huge preference. Let’s say, if it’s poetry, hardback, but if it’s fiction, paperback.

#4: Favorite book?

Just one?

Well then its a tie between Island of the World by Michael D. O’Brien, The Book Thief by Markus Zusak, and The Giver by Lois Lowry. 😉

All three of these books were quite an emotional ride for me and very powerful experiences, however, I have to make the note… don’t consider them necessarily recommended. The Book Thief has its fair share of language and Island of the World brutal violence.

The Giver is good though. Everyone go read that. 😉

#5: Least favorite book?

Yikes, such a negative question. Least favorite book? There have been books that I haven’t cared for, and books that annoyed me, but at the moment I can’t think of any that I hated…

#6: Love-triangles, yes or no?

I am not a huge fan of the romance genre. I have enjoyed books that happen to have romance in them, yes, but a book solely about it?

I mean, I really have to wonder what’s going to happen at the end of the story. It’s just a total mystery. *coughs*

It’s similar with love-triangles. Most of the time, no, but sometimes, if done well and if it makes sense, then sure. 😜

#7: The most recent book you couldn’t finish?

Starship Troopers by Robert A. Heinlein for school. It was not that I did not like the book, I did and I would have finished it, but I ran out of time. Thankfully I had read it last summer already so I was still able to write the required paper in time.

#8: A book you’re currently reading?

Inkspell by Cornelia Funke.

A writer-friend (you know who you are) has been pestering me to finish the trilogy ever since I read the first book about a year ago. Said person even hinted that a certain beloved character is killed… O.O

#9: Last book you recommended to someone?

The Giver. You better go read it. 😉

#10: Oldest book you’ve read? (publication date)

The Bible.

I have also read some of Euclid’s Elements, (written around 300 B.C.) but only part.

#11: Newest book you’ve read? (publication date)

The Legends of Matt Baker!

It is actually a self-published anthology released on Amazon last December by a writer friend, which was both weird and cool to think about. (Congrats again, Sabina! :))

#12: Favorite author?

N.D. Wilson. I love his voice and style in both prose and plot. It’s so unique, adventurous, fun, and even poetical.

#13: Buying books or borrowing?

I love owning books, but I also love my siblings and I have a fair amount of them and they all have birthdays.

Soooo….

#14: A book you dislike that everyone seems to love?

The first thing that comes to mind is a book called Fawkes, but I actually have not read that yet. It seems to be very popular among the writing circles I frequent, but I have yet to see the appeal. Its premise just hasn’t peak my interest.*shrugs*

#15: Bookmarks or dog-ears?

Bookmarks! Who would dare to fold the corners of pages in a book on purpose?! Such disregard! Such destruction!

Can’t you just memorize the simple two or three digits called “page number“?

#16: A book you can always reread?

The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. TolkienFor a while, I was keeping up an average of reading it at least once a year.

#17: Can you read while listening to music?

If I’m familiar with the music, then yes. Or if it is quiet music, I can zone it out.

So I guess, I can read while music is playing, but I can not read while consciously listening to the music playing.

#18: One POV or multiple POVs?

For those who don’t know, “POV” is an abbreviation of “Point of Views.”

I remember the first book that I consciously noticed changing point of views was Brian Jacques’s Redwall. Thing is, switching between point of views extends cliffhangers, so on one hand, it can be the most annoying thing and on the other, it can add so much more content.

Example: the switching point of views in the book Wonder gives time to flesh out the characters and move the story along in such a unique, personal way. Suddenly, one of the characters is no longer the stereotypical flimsy and flippant teenage-jerk, but a struggling girl who is lonely, neglected, and hurting.

Yet, other books’ charm come from their first person narrative that never changes.

So, as to which I prefer, I’d say, which ever way the author does it, if she/he does it well, then I am satisfied. 🙂

#19: Do you read a book in one sitting or over multiple days?

When I have the time, one sitting. In the “old days” (aka when I had no school and nothing to do… those days of devouring Nancy Drew books) I’d even read two or three books in one sitting. Those days past long ago.

I’d say, most recently, reading a book has been taking me about two to four days.

#20: Who do you tag?

Those slower than me. 😉


Well, there we are. Another Friday post posted. I hope your week is going well.

The other day I sat down at my window and lo and behold! Archibald is not dead! He growth two hairs.

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He is the newest edition to my succulent array. I rescued him from a free table and have been trying to revive him from his pitiful state. Apparently, so far… it is working..? Hopefully?

We shall see.

Happy Friday!

~ evelyn ~

Tags Galore!

In an age of needing to write 3000 words per day on a novel, tags come in handy for blogging. Thanks Ariel for the well-timed taggings!

Both of these tags are focused around characters, and so let’s dive right in!

 

Tag #1  – The Heroes of Legend

Rules:

  1. Very graciously thank the blogger who tagged you. (Thank you Ariel! :)).
  2. Answer the following ten questions in the tag. Images of your characters are encouraged, but not necessary.
  3. You may only use Original Characters (OCs) for this tag. As expected.
  4. Characters from fairytale retellings are not allowed. Because then that would be too easy.
  5. Explain why your character matches the description, because if you don’t, that would not be fun.
  6. MAKE SURE YOU KNOW WHAT YOU’RE DOING. Do not hurt your little babies in this process.
  7. Link back to Merie’s blog post where she started the tag.
  8. Tag a few other bloggers to play this game too! (And make sure they’re writers… because if you tag a non-writer to do this one, it would be really awkward.)

Can I first comment on how glad I’m not given an exact number of bloggers to tag? I’m very grateful. Trying to find eleven people who haven’t participated yet is always the hardest part. xD

The Questions

1. Who is a character that is most likely to be turned into a frog (and then thrown against the wall because of additional obnoxiousness)?

I’d say this depends on who has the ability to turn people into frogs. First person to come to mind though, would be Matthew, a bratty street kid from my first (and unnamed) fantasy novel, which has been retired to a cardboard box in the back of a dusty (virtual) closest. He’s the kind of kid that doesn’t understand compassion, and tries to be sassy and clever.

Yes, indeed. Quite annoying.

2. A character that could probably persuade a man–sent to kill them on pain of death– not to kill them, through charisma or charm alone (or manipulation, whichever way you take it)?

Ooooh. I’d say Arvia as a child. Just too sweet and innocent.

3. Who is that kind of person who waves around a weapon (or other sharp pointy object) everywhere they go, regardless of their skill in handling it (which is to say, probably quite doubtful)?

That would be Chris from my novel, Beyond the Will. He would have no idea how to use a weapon – any weapon – but to order to stay on top of things, he would fake it until he makes it.

Or until he fails.

4. Who can endure the most pain with a stoic, completely neutral face (maybe s/he’s dancing)?

Are we talking emotional or physical pain? 😉

I would say Charlie, from my WIP, 51. She is stubborn, optimistic, and stable enough. It’s the pain of others she would not be able to endure.

5. Who is most likely to pull off a Hua Mulan and face a trial as one of the opposite gender if need arises?

Oh, um. Hmm.

6. A character who would be quickest to obey a talking cat when it demands them to buy it a pair of boots?

That would be Arvia as a child again. Arvia lives by the sea, free to wander, dance, and sing. If a talking cat showed up, she won’t even consider doubting it’s existence.

7. Who would be willing to do anything– absolutely anything– in order to rescue someone s/he loves (includes killing innocent foxes and asking the moon for help)?

Ethan, from the aforementioned, unnamed fantasy novel. No spoilers, but he does a lot to rescue his little sister. 😉

8. A character who seems to stubbornly not die no matter what you put them through (if you haven’t tried the Big Bad Wolf, now’s the time)?

Ha.

I’m going to pick Matthew again. This poor kid… He actually was created because a couple years a friend of mine asked me to put her brother in my book and kill him off as a joke. xD

I said sure! I can do that. Sounds fun!

So I planned to have him 1) betray everyone 2) live a miserable life filled of loneliness and guilt and then after a good amount of that 3) I’d eventually kill him off.

But then Matthew stubbornly refused, turned out nothing like my friend’s brother, and did all the wrong things. He wouldn’t go where I told him, and much less betray my main characters (at least at that time… it just wasn’t his way), and then he insisted on getting dragged along on the journey. (And pretending he didn’t want to. ;))

So, yeah.

He’s still alive.

For now. 😉

9. Who is the terrifyingly malicious, extra-megalomaniacal, wildly unpredictable Queen of Hearts/Bluebeard villain (the kind that makes you want to run and hide)?

My cliched villains of my first full length book: again the unnamed fantasy novel. I promise I didn’t copy the Nazgul. At least not consciously.

“The Riders,” dressed in black, rode black horses and could turn into black vultures.

And, believe me, not those kind of vultures that sit around and sing about friendship. 😉

10. Who is a character that is the terrifyingly placid, blood-freezingly calm, monotone-voiced villain that is Every Fairytale Villain in History Incarnate (the kind that makes you want to run and hide)?

I don’t think I have a single monotoned villain. They either hiss, or yell, or shriek, or roar. And sometimes whisper. But never monotone.

 

Tag #2 – The Star Wars Character Tag

Rules:

1. THERE ARE NO RULES.

Oh dear. The paradox.

2. Refer To Number 1.

Thank you kindly.

3. There is one absolute rule: You MUST use your own characters (OCs) for this tag. (Brownie points if you add pictures of your characters.)

Hmm. I’m getting such mixed signals here… no rules? Rules? Rules that say there are no rules?

4. The Sorta Rule: Scream a huge thank you to whoever tagged you for this whilst treating them to a pizza dinner at your favorite pizza chain.

Oh dear, now, I’m really trapped….

5. The Kinda Rule: Include This Link In The Post So That The Penny Can Read Everyone’s Answers To This Smol Strange.

6. The Rule That’s Not Really A Rule But It Would Be Great: Include the graphic and tag at least three Jedi or Sith Lords.

Tagging Jedi? This is getting harder and harder. xD

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Okay! Let’s get started with the questions!

 

1. Who’s Your Obi Wan Kenobi? (sassy, a great mentor, but can be a bit strict)

Closest I can think of is either Walter, from 51, or Seth from The Unnamed Fantasy Novel. Walter would be pretty strict and a great mentor, but not as sassy as Seth, who would be a worse mentor, due to anger and disgust issues toward the kids he’s stuck with. (Don’t judge him… one of those kids is Matthew.)

2. Who’s Your Leia Organa? (feisty, incredible comebacks, and does their own thing)

Allie. One of the twins in Paper Adventures. She’s got quite a spirit and likes to tease her brother endlessly.

3. Who’s Your Finn? (overeager, adorable, a cinnamon roll)

Yes, I’m about to compare Finn to my villain’s pet. 😉

Doodle Pup is definitely overeager and adorable. He’s the companion of the villain from my novel Paper Adventures, which is taking a break from the editing stage at the moment. He’s not exactly a dog, but a simplistic cartoon of a dog (meaning a oval with four stick legs) who is green and wears both a tie and a top hat.

4. Who’s Your Padmé? (kind, loving, but also kick butt)

Charlie again. Very kind and loving, but also spunky and sarcastic, with a fierce passion for justice and for protecting others.

5. Who’s Your Count Dooku? (deliciously evil, extra, and sick burns)

A certain character from 51. 😉

6. Who’s Your BB-8? (too cute, everyone loves them, can do no wrong)

What if I go with Arvia’s baby brother, Adrian, this time? xD

7. Who’s Your Yoda? (underestimated, extra, and wise)

This was the hardest question yet.

I’m going to go with Erath from my short story, Into The Forest. She’s pretty young, but don’t let that misguide you. She filled with a surprisingly amount of strength and courage.

8. Who’s Your Anakin Skywalker? (bratty, rebellious, whiny)

*coughs*

Matthew.

Remember him?

9. Who’s Your C3-PO? (always worrying, gives depressing information, constantly wailing)

Miss Agnes from my novel, Beyond the Will.

She has got to be one of my favorite characters to write. She gets away with saying things I couldn’t.

Agnes’s lips pressed together tightly and she set her cup down. “Chris, right?” He nodded. “You’re here for the funeral?” He nodded again. “Well, thank goodness that man’s gone. The world’s a better place now.”

Chris coughed uncomfortably. “I… I never met him.”

“Of course,” she snapped. “Any good parent would keep their innocent little child away… though it didn’t seem to help in your case. I assume you got your piggish, sugar-gobbling tastes from him too?”

^ case in point ^

 

10. Who’s Your Luke Skywalker? (hero, has been through a lot, has their share of flaws)

Zebulon, another character from my Camp NaNoWriMo project, 51. He has his flaws for sure and has been through a lot (though nothing compared to what is up my sleeves muhahaha). No spoilers, but his past actually has a lot to do with the story. 😉

 

And that’s all of the questions. Now for passing them on to others!

I tag…

Dekreel @ Inky RambleBeast

N.C. Stokes @ Weird As Usual

and

Bethany @ Shastin’s Notebook

 

So, I’m actually going to add a question to whichever tag(s) you choose to take. Have you ever written a friend/family member/acquaintance into your story? Why? And how did that go?

If busy (or simply in the mood) feel free to say we’re playing two hand tag and that I only managed to catch you with one. 😉

Until next Friday!

~ evelyn ~

The Liebster Blog Award

Another Friday dawns, and another post is sent via my electrical minions to your fake mail box.

Good morning!

Today I come with an award. The Liebster Blog Award to be exact, thanks to fellow blogger R.M. Archer tagging me. (Thank you! :)) Aaand… actually tagged by Dekreel too. (Thank you! :))

I must just be so popular. 😉

Anyways, I found a problem on my hands, as I received two entirely different sets of questions to answer. I juggled the options. I could answer them all (long post), pick and choose (seems a bit like cheating),  decide first come, first serve (a bit unfair), or write all the questions out on little scraps of blue paper and then draw them one by one out of a hat (overly-dramatic).

In the end, I decided to go for the long post. Not everything long is bad… right?

Well, buckle up. Get ready for some strange questions, strange answers, and some doses of sarcasm. Here we go!

Liebester Award


 

The Rules:

Acknowledge the blogger that gave it to you and display the award.

Answer 11 questions that the blogger gave you.

Give 11 random thoughts about yourself.

Nominate 11 other bloggers and notify them of their nominations.

Ask your nominees 11 questions.

 

R.M. Archer’s Questions:

1. What’s your favorite color to wear?

Dark green or blue.

2. If you were a color, what color would you be and why?

This question stumped me. A lot. I eventually asked one friend and she said yellow, and then my brother said an algae green. So… one of those?

3. What’s your favorite thing about your current project? (Writing project, art project, music project, school project, etc.)

Being able to study the strange and intriguing minds of humans for school.

4. What’s the story behind your blog name?

I love to write and I love to take walks in the rain. Ta-da! (:

5. If you were to dye your hair, what color would you dye it?

Oh dear… um. Blue?

6. What book are you most excited to read this year and why?

Well, my list of books I haven’t read on my shelf is shrinking, so I’ll limit this to school books. I’ve heard so many differing opinions on The Old Man and the Sea that now I’m curious, if I’ll like it or not! (:

7. What’s your favorite thing about your blog?

It’s mine. 😉

8. What’s your favorite book of the Bible and why?

The Psalms! They’re so poetic and wrestle with the struggles and joys of life. And then they are just simply beautiful.

9. What’s your favorite Bible verse and why?

Psalms 46:10: “Be still and know that I am God.” I’ve always loved how simple and yet rich this verse is. It’s strong with truth and love, and both soothing and empowering.

10. What’s your favorite thing to write? (Fiction or non-fiction.)

Fiction.

11. Skittles or M&Ms?

M&Ms! Even though when I was little my siblings tried to convince me they were dead ladybugs dipped in colored sugar. xD

 

Okay, now on to Dekreel’s questions…

The Questionnaire // Part 2

1. Why would a woodchuck chuck wood in the first place?

Well the first place, he saw… first. And that wood he was hauling must have been heavy. So, being tired from his long trip, he decided to go ahead and chuck them right then and there, even though the sign told him that he should recycle them at the second place.

So, because the woodchuck has no respect for nature. 😉

2. If you had the ability to travel back in time, but could only stay in that time for one hour before warping back to present time, “to when” would you go?

I suppose, I’d go to the very beginning. I’ve always wondered what nothing would feel like. And then to suddenly see expanse. And then the waters separate. It must have been spectacular!

3. Would you rather live in Antarctica for a year, or the Sahara Desert for a year?

Which one are my friends moving to?

4. Give the most random use for a cucumber.

Making a educational Bible-based tv show off one.

Oh wait…

5. You get to rule the world for five seconds. What do you do?

Stand there, wishing I had more time and energy to do something good. 😛

6. Pick one of your OCs (Original Characters) and give him/her a camera. What does (s)he take a picture of first?

Charlie would take a picture of either the sunrise or sunset. Whichever happened to be closest to her.

7. If a man in a creepy half-mask started calling for you on the other side of your mirror, would you follow him in?

After I enlisted my tall brother, yes. 😉

8. Describe the perfect ice cream sundae.

Oh see the syrup slide on top!

Of the fine ice-cream filled cup.

The delicious dark chocolate swirled in

And fresh strawberries to earn the win.

I tried.

9. If you could design a t-shirt, what would you put on it? What color would it be?

It would be a beautiful grey t-shirt with the Flabbit Room badge on the front:

Flabbit

10. What is one thing you love about God?

His creativity. 🙂

11. Pick the GIF that describes the taste of coffee in the most creative way.

Hobbit Shrug

… because I’ve only truly had it once. xD


 

Eleven Random Facts About Me

  1. I just accidently misspelled “eleven” as “elven.” 😛
  2. I have killed multiple wasps with fly swatters. Two wasps with a stapler. Another one with a moving box filled with books. And another one with tape. (Yes, even office supplies can be turned into weapons. 😉 )
  3. My first published writing (a poem) was in a magazine’s photo contest.
  4. I love elephants.
  5.  I first read The Fellowship of the Ring in two weeks, The Two Towers in three days, and The Return of the King in two.
  6. I am having trouble thinking of more random things about me.
  7. Psychology is my favorite science.
  8. I have a scarf named Shellupa.
  9. I prefer odd numbers over even ones.
  10. I have participated in Mock Trial (the one sport performed in suits and heels) and basically watched it all my life. And finally, because of that…
  11. I have a strange, but very strong sense of being at home when in a courthouse.

 


 

Well! Did we survive?

Okay, now, it’s someone else’s turn to be ‘it.’ 😉

Tagging…

  1.  Hope Ann
  2. Jane Maree
  3.  Writerfury
  4. Elia Tyson
  5. Alabama
  6.  Lydia @ Childlike Wonder
  7. Chalice @ Lionhearted Art
  8. Bethany @ Shastin’s Notebook

 

And then the questions:

  1. What is the one book that you would feel the least guilty about burning into ashes?
  2. What is an occupation that you would despise having? One you would love?
  3. How many books are on your bookshelf? (Yes, I just asked you. Muahaha. ;))
  4. Where in the world would your dream home be?
  5. What was the most interesting thing you learned today?
  6. What is your favorite blog post you’ve ever written and why?
  7. What genre do you see yourself never writing in and why?
  8. What is one subject you wouldn’t mind teaching at a school?
  9. How would you feel if you were randomly willed an upside down house from an great aunt you didn’t know you had?
  10. What fictional character do you feel like meeting right now?
  11. What do you want to ultimatly be remembered for?

 

And there you go. Can’t wait to read all of your answers! 🙂