Sort of, not a huge update, but I did add some character descriptions.
More to follow, I promise, I just have to kick myself in the butt to write it!
You can find the Two-Spirit site on the right, or by clicking here!
I'm still working on a better website for the main page. I really am. I swear! It actually looks pretty good right now. But I'm going to create more content before releasing it to the world.
So, guess what happened to me today?
I've always thought about it happened. Not really worried. Just imagined. And seeing that we live on the 27th floor, it was bound to happen some time.
I got stuck in the elevator.
It could've been a lot worse, really. I was bringing a couple of bags of groceries up and I happened to step into the elevator. There were three really smelly guys in there moving suitcases. When the door didn't open for their floor, I got nervous, worried that I would have to endure their musk for an extended period of time. Fortunately, after a few tries, we managed to open the door for their floor and I continued on up.
But the door wasn't so kind to me.
And then the elevator took off with me inside it, going to whichever floor it pleased with me stuck inside. I managed to get the attention of the people on the main floor, and he told me to press the emergency call button, which I did.
"(The Blah blah blah Company) cannot take your call right now. You have been placed on hold until one of our specialists can take your call. Thank you for your patience."
"BUT I'M STUCK IN AN ELEVATOR!" I said to the machine.
It of course couldn't hear me.
But I only had to wait a few seconds to say it to a real person. And they took my information and said they would send someone over.
I shouted on every floor I went to that the elevator was broken and not to call it. One person shouted back, "But how am I supposed to get down?"
Sigh. *Facepalm* "Use the stairs!"
Eventually, once I was back on main, and after trying to pick the lock of the service controls with a safety pin in my purse (it worked in the movies!), the helpful guy on the other end told me to push the door, and he would pry it from his side. We did, and the door opened.
"Wow, that was easy," I said.
"Yeah, why didn't you try that ten minutes ago?" he asked.
I had of course done so.
Then I had to jump in another elevator to get upstairs, since despite this adventure, I wasn't going to walk up 27 flights with groceries. I was pretty much fine, just a little light headed from all the stomach lurching.
But, I think it's fair to say I gained life experience today. 500 XP REWARDED!
I've always thought about it happened. Not really worried. Just imagined. And seeing that we live on the 27th floor, it was bound to happen some time.
I got stuck in the elevator.
It could've been a lot worse, really. I was bringing a couple of bags of groceries up and I happened to step into the elevator. There were three really smelly guys in there moving suitcases. When the door didn't open for their floor, I got nervous, worried that I would have to endure their musk for an extended period of time. Fortunately, after a few tries, we managed to open the door for their floor and I continued on up.
But the door wasn't so kind to me.
And then the elevator took off with me inside it, going to whichever floor it pleased with me stuck inside. I managed to get the attention of the people on the main floor, and he told me to press the emergency call button, which I did.
"(The Blah blah blah Company) cannot take your call right now. You have been placed on hold until one of our specialists can take your call. Thank you for your patience."
"BUT I'M STUCK IN AN ELEVATOR!" I said to the machine.
It of course couldn't hear me.
But I only had to wait a few seconds to say it to a real person. And they took my information and said they would send someone over.
I shouted on every floor I went to that the elevator was broken and not to call it. One person shouted back, "But how am I supposed to get down?"
Sigh. *Facepalm* "Use the stairs!"
Eventually, once I was back on main, and after trying to pick the lock of the service controls with a safety pin in my purse (it worked in the movies!), the helpful guy on the other end told me to push the door, and he would pry it from his side. We did, and the door opened.
"Wow, that was easy," I said.
"Yeah, why didn't you try that ten minutes ago?" he asked.
I had of course done so.
Then I had to jump in another elevator to get upstairs, since despite this adventure, I wasn't going to walk up 27 flights with groceries. I was pretty much fine, just a little light headed from all the stomach lurching.
But, I think it's fair to say I gained life experience today. 500 XP REWARDED!
Fellow Writers!
The 3-Day Novel Contest is coming soon! You don't know what that is you say? Well! Allow me to enlighten you!
It's exactly what the name suggests. Starting on September 5th, at 12:01am, you begin writing your novel. On September 7th at 11:59pm, you stop writing.
I've always wanted to do it, but alas it's always interfered with school. This year for September and October I have my honours project to do. On September 5th I know I have to go in to my professors and meet and talk about the project, etc, but that's only for 4 hours maximum, plus add one hour traveling time.
Basically they suggest that you write 100 pages double spaced. That's approximately 25,000 words. Hmm. That's not much. Divided into three days, that's roughly 8,333 words per day. I could do it. Maybe. Not to mention I'd have to get the time off from work.
The first prize is publication and distribution of the novel, second is $500, and third is $100. Everyone gets certificates and stickers saying that they survived the contest.
Anyone from anywhere is eligible to enter, so long as the entries are in English. And as long as they can pay the $50 registration fee.
I really, really want to do it. I won't be able to do National Novel Writing Month, because of school. (Well, I *could*...but it would be really hard to finish).
So...we'll see.
The 3-Day Novel Contest is coming soon! You don't know what that is you say? Well! Allow me to enlighten you!
It's exactly what the name suggests. Starting on September 5th, at 12:01am, you begin writing your novel. On September 7th at 11:59pm, you stop writing.
I've always wanted to do it, but alas it's always interfered with school. This year for September and October I have my honours project to do. On September 5th I know I have to go in to my professors and meet and talk about the project, etc, but that's only for 4 hours maximum, plus add one hour traveling time.
Basically they suggest that you write 100 pages double spaced. That's approximately 25,000 words. Hmm. That's not much. Divided into three days, that's roughly 8,333 words per day. I could do it. Maybe. Not to mention I'd have to get the time off from work.
The first prize is publication and distribution of the novel, second is $500, and third is $100. Everyone gets certificates and stickers saying that they survived the contest.
Anyone from anywhere is eligible to enter, so long as the entries are in English. And as long as they can pay the $50 registration fee.
I really, really want to do it. I won't be able to do National Novel Writing Month, because of school. (Well, I *could*...but it would be really hard to finish).
So...we'll see.
I've got a new addiction. Well, it's more like an add-on to the addiction I already have. Something that makes the addiction a little easier to satisfy.
It's Amazon.com.
And Amazon.ca, for that matter, considering I'm Canadian and that I can qualify for super free shipping.
See, Ben owes me money for rent, so he offered to buy me a bunch of books to help put a dent in his debt. I agreed, naturally. So the books I've purchased from Amazon so far and will arrive very soon are...
Dreamquake, Book 2 of the Dreamhunter Duet. The first one is called Dreamhunter, and it's by this New Zealand author named Elizabeth Knox. It's about a place where dreams are the main form of entertainment, caught by special people who can go to The Place, where the dreams reside. But are they REALLY dreams? What about those terrifying nightmares that are sometimes caught? Dun dun DUN!
Graceling. I don't really know much about this book other than it has a pretty cover.
Inkheart. Recently made into a movie, it's about a guy who can read book characters into life. Pretty cool.
The Shack. I've seen this book around. Apparently it was originally self-published because the mainstream publishers found it to be too Christian, and the Christian publishers found it to be too controversial. So I figure it's worth a read.
Princess Ben. So, we were heading for the Amazon checkout when it gives you a list of recommended books. I saw the title for this one and burst out laughing.
"Hey, Ben, look at this!"
"Princess Ben?" His scrunched his face up in disgust. "No, you're not getting that book."
"Oh yes I am!"
And I did. I can't wait to read it. Although in all fairness, I do believe that Ben is short for Benevolence. It's just too hilarious to pass up the opportunity.
Speaking of books, I went to the library while I was home and got this book because to submit to the publisher you need to have read at least 3 of their books. One happened to be in Sheet Harbour, so I decided it might be worth a read.
It wasn't terrible, but it wasn't great. The story was interesting, and researched, but IT IS NOT ABOUT TIME TRAVEL. This book suffers from a split focus. The back of the book tells you that it's about Annie, a girl who finds a heretic's tomb and is transported back in time to the middle ages. Except the entire first half (the book was 160 pages, so up until page 75) it's about Lady Isabella, the heretic herself. It's like the author only decided half way through the book that it was going to be about time traveling, and invented the character. It felt rushed and was poorly organized.
It really made me think...I could do better than this. Do I really want to submit to a publisher where the editing was clearly not thought through?
Maybe I shouldn't judge by one book. The author has many other books published by the same publisher so maybe I'll check them out before passing too much judgment.
On a lighter note, from my own bookshelf, I'm currently reading Murkmere. Isn't the cover art beautiful? It's really good. I love how the religion is based around the worship and interpretation of birds. By interpretation, I mean that birds are omens of things to come. It has a companion book that I'm tempted to buy as well.
Oh dear, someone please take me away from the internets.
It's Amazon.com.
And Amazon.ca, for that matter, considering I'm Canadian and that I can qualify for super free shipping.
See, Ben owes me money for rent, so he offered to buy me a bunch of books to help put a dent in his debt. I agreed, naturally. So the books I've purchased from Amazon so far and will arrive very soon are...
Dreamquake, Book 2 of the Dreamhunter Duet. The first one is called Dreamhunter, and it's by this New Zealand author named Elizabeth Knox. It's about a place where dreams are the main form of entertainment, caught by special people who can go to The Place, where the dreams reside. But are they REALLY dreams? What about those terrifying nightmares that are sometimes caught? Dun dun DUN!
Graceling. I don't really know much about this book other than it has a pretty cover.
Inkheart. Recently made into a movie, it's about a guy who can read book characters into life. Pretty cool.
The Shack. I've seen this book around. Apparently it was originally self-published because the mainstream publishers found it to be too Christian, and the Christian publishers found it to be too controversial. So I figure it's worth a read.
Princess Ben. So, we were heading for the Amazon checkout when it gives you a list of recommended books. I saw the title for this one and burst out laughing.
"Hey, Ben, look at this!"
"Princess Ben?" His scrunched his face up in disgust. "No, you're not getting that book."
"Oh yes I am!"
And I did. I can't wait to read it. Although in all fairness, I do believe that Ben is short for Benevolence. It's just too hilarious to pass up the opportunity.
Speaking of books, I went to the library while I was home and got this book because to submit to the publisher you need to have read at least 3 of their books. One happened to be in Sheet Harbour, so I decided it might be worth a read.
It wasn't terrible, but it wasn't great. The story was interesting, and researched, but IT IS NOT ABOUT TIME TRAVEL. This book suffers from a split focus. The back of the book tells you that it's about Annie, a girl who finds a heretic's tomb and is transported back in time to the middle ages. Except the entire first half (the book was 160 pages, so up until page 75) it's about Lady Isabella, the heretic herself. It's like the author only decided half way through the book that it was going to be about time traveling, and invented the character. It felt rushed and was poorly organized.
It really made me think...I could do better than this. Do I really want to submit to a publisher where the editing was clearly not thought through?
Maybe I shouldn't judge by one book. The author has many other books published by the same publisher so maybe I'll check them out before passing too much judgment.
On a lighter note, from my own bookshelf, I'm currently reading Murkmere. Isn't the cover art beautiful? It's really good. I love how the religion is based around the worship and interpretation of birds. By interpretation, I mean that birds are omens of things to come. It has a companion book that I'm tempted to buy as well.
Oh dear, someone please take me away from the internets.
So, Hurricane Bill wasn't as bad as Hurricane Juan.
As soon as I woke up, as I described in the previous post, the wind was howling and it was raining really hard. So hard that it was coming through the window frame.
But you know what I did? I used the handyman's secret weapon. That worked, sort of. The drips slowed. But then I had another problem. The water had formed a big pool on the window sill, and it was only getting bigger. So I took some towels and placed them there, hoping that would soak up the water.
All this, and Ben was still sleeping.
The water was coming in more quickly than I thought. The towels were soon soaked. I tried to replace it, rushing the wet towel into the bathroom (and stepping on sleeping Ben in the process, because the bed is right against the window). Eventually I was satisfied with the work I had done and returned to writing on my computer.
A few hours later, Ben got out of bed. "Uh...Clare, why is all this water on the floor?"
"Oh, I had to rush the towel to the bathroom, but..."
Then I swiveled around on my chair and looked down. And for the second time in my life, my bedroom floor was covered with water.
Okay, so it wasn't as bad as the first time. Those of you who recall, I had a very nasty flood two years ago in the house where I stayed. This was only a traveling puddle. The only casualties were a few wet garments, which I hung to dry. I had had enough sense to move all the books off the window sill before they got wet (Wet books would've been the greatest tragedy ever!).
Ben and I placed towels on the floor to soak up the water. Then he got the idea to take our mixing bowels under the dripping towels from the window sill. And believe me, it was a great idea. We caught so much water! Like, two entire basins full before the storm died down. If we hadn't did that, we would've had a bigger problem on our hands.
And by late that afternoon, the storm had passed. The sun even came out. That means that yes, I still have to go to work today. :P
As soon as I woke up, as I described in the previous post, the wind was howling and it was raining really hard. So hard that it was coming through the window frame.
But you know what I did? I used the handyman's secret weapon. That worked, sort of. The drips slowed. But then I had another problem. The water had formed a big pool on the window sill, and it was only getting bigger. So I took some towels and placed them there, hoping that would soak up the water.
All this, and Ben was still sleeping.
The water was coming in more quickly than I thought. The towels were soon soaked. I tried to replace it, rushing the wet towel into the bathroom (and stepping on sleeping Ben in the process, because the bed is right against the window). Eventually I was satisfied with the work I had done and returned to writing on my computer.
A few hours later, Ben got out of bed. "Uh...Clare, why is all this water on the floor?"
"Oh, I had to rush the towel to the bathroom, but..."
Then I swiveled around on my chair and looked down. And for the second time in my life, my bedroom floor was covered with water.
Okay, so it wasn't as bad as the first time. Those of you who recall, I had a very nasty flood two years ago in the house where I stayed. This was only a traveling puddle. The only casualties were a few wet garments, which I hung to dry. I had had enough sense to move all the books off the window sill before they got wet (Wet books would've been the greatest tragedy ever!).
Ben and I placed towels on the floor to soak up the water. Then he got the idea to take our mixing bowels under the dripping towels from the window sill. And believe me, it was a great idea. We caught so much water! Like, two entire basins full before the storm died down. If we hadn't did that, we would've had a bigger problem on our hands.
And by late that afternoon, the storm had passed. The sun even came out. That means that yes, I still have to go to work today. :P
Here I am, sitting in front of my laptop. To my right, the wind is howling so hard that I had to turn the volume up to full in order to hear the Star Trek Voyager episode I was watching.
All that, and Ben is snoring in the bed next to the window.
Water is dripping from tiny cracks in the window frame. I tried to duct tape them closed, but somehow the water has wormed its way through. It hits the bottom of the frame and bubbles, but only for a moment, because then the bubble pops and water droplets explode everywhere. I tried putting towels down but within minutes they are soaked.
All this, and Ben is still asleep.
The wind is whistling and howling, and I'm afraid that the power will go out, or worse, the windows will smash.
But then, suddenly, it stops. There is a calm, as if the storm is taking a breath. Pausing. But for no more than a second. It exhales with such force that the papers taped to my walls are fluttering like scared butterflies, pinned down with nowhere else to go.
And then they calm again. The storm breathes.
All the while, Ben is still asleep.
I keep thinking that the phone is ringing. I hurry out to the living room, but then it's gone. Maybe it's just my ears playing tricks on me, Hurricane Bill calling out saying, "Answer me, answer me..."
I know that I should go outside to Sobeys to stock up on food, but I'm afraid I'll be whisked away by the wind.
So I cuddle up with my books and read, waiting for Ben to wake up.
All that, and Ben is snoring in the bed next to the window.
Water is dripping from tiny cracks in the window frame. I tried to duct tape them closed, but somehow the water has wormed its way through. It hits the bottom of the frame and bubbles, but only for a moment, because then the bubble pops and water droplets explode everywhere. I tried putting towels down but within minutes they are soaked.
All this, and Ben is still asleep.
The wind is whistling and howling, and I'm afraid that the power will go out, or worse, the windows will smash.
But then, suddenly, it stops. There is a calm, as if the storm is taking a breath. Pausing. But for no more than a second. It exhales with such force that the papers taped to my walls are fluttering like scared butterflies, pinned down with nowhere else to go.
And then they calm again. The storm breathes.
All the while, Ben is still asleep.
I keep thinking that the phone is ringing. I hurry out to the living room, but then it's gone. Maybe it's just my ears playing tricks on me, Hurricane Bill calling out saying, "Answer me, answer me..."
I know that I should go outside to Sobeys to stock up on food, but I'm afraid I'll be whisked away by the wind.
So I cuddle up with my books and read, waiting for Ben to wake up.
You are The Star
Hope, expectation, Bright promises.
The Star is one of the great cards of faith, dreams realised
The Star is a card that looks to the future. It does not predict any immediate or powerful change, but it does predict hope and healing. This card suggests clarity of vision, spiritual insight. And, most importantly, that unexpected help will be coming, with water to quench your thirst, with a guiding light to the future. They might say you're a dreamer, but you're not the only one.
What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.
I chose the cat people deck. I like how the kitty is glowing, hehe.
Okay, so I've got something to confess.
I'm playing DnD.
It's not like before, when I played for one or two nights. I'm playing a real campaign, full on with miniatures, voice-acting and cue-cards for my spells.
And you know what? It's REALLY FUN!
There's a bit of a learning curve though. I'm still not used to all the dice you have to roll for everything. It's all very technical. Strength check this, Grapple check that. Did you know you have to roll to see if you hit the creature, and then roll again for damage? That completely confused me at first. Why can't I just roll once, and make it so that 1 is complete and utter miss, and 20 is a lot of damage? Sigh.
Anyway, I'm playing an Elf Druid (is that really a surprise?). Ben's playing as well, as a human, something called a cleric of Tempest. He does this Austrian accent for his character that is hilarious! It's an undead campaign, so although a druid wasn't the best choice, I still find ways to be useful. Like last time, I totally used Call Lightening to obliterate a bunch of enemies while my allies were incapacitated. As my friend Colleen remarked, "They say that lightening never strikes twice in one spot, but boy are they wrong."
I guess I never realized that DnD has such a potential for storytelling. Not that I was opposed to DnD before. But I was really getting into it. Once our DM said, "Gotta find some light for in here."
I looked at my spell list. "Damn, I don't think I have a light spell with me."
The DM walked over and turned on the light. And it was then I realized he was talking about real life, and not the game. LOL.
Once I know enough about it, I would love to be DM and tell my own stories. Even better, I'd love to make my own system. Less dice, more creative thinking.
I'm playing DnD.
It's not like before, when I played for one or two nights. I'm playing a real campaign, full on with miniatures, voice-acting and cue-cards for my spells.
And you know what? It's REALLY FUN!
There's a bit of a learning curve though. I'm still not used to all the dice you have to roll for everything. It's all very technical. Strength check this, Grapple check that. Did you know you have to roll to see if you hit the creature, and then roll again for damage? That completely confused me at first. Why can't I just roll once, and make it so that 1 is complete and utter miss, and 20 is a lot of damage? Sigh.
Anyway, I'm playing an Elf Druid (is that really a surprise?). Ben's playing as well, as a human, something called a cleric of Tempest. He does this Austrian accent for his character that is hilarious! It's an undead campaign, so although a druid wasn't the best choice, I still find ways to be useful. Like last time, I totally used Call Lightening to obliterate a bunch of enemies while my allies were incapacitated. As my friend Colleen remarked, "They say that lightening never strikes twice in one spot, but boy are they wrong."
I guess I never realized that DnD has such a potential for storytelling. Not that I was opposed to DnD before. But I was really getting into it. Once our DM said, "Gotta find some light for in here."
I looked at my spell list. "Damn, I don't think I have a light spell with me."
The DM walked over and turned on the light. And it was then I realized he was talking about real life, and not the game. LOL.
Once I know enough about it, I would love to be DM and tell my own stories. Even better, I'd love to make my own system. Less dice, more creative thinking.
New Template, after the last one started giving me photobucket errors.
It's pretty. Not as note-booky as the last one, but it's pretty.
The more I look at it, the more I like it. But that's just psychology :)
It's pretty. Not as note-booky as the last one, but it's pretty.
The more I look at it, the more I like it. But that's just psychology :)
I guess the moment I get excited about blogging every day in a row is the day I stop blogging.
As I've said before, I'm in a self-publishing mood, and I came across an interesting site that hopefully will help revolutionize the industry. I hope. And, it's Canadian. Hehe.
It fits with the rebellious mood I've been in these past few days. It doesn't help that I've been reading Inferno, by Robin Stevenson, which is about a rebellious teen who hates her school and wishes she didn't have to go. It's the second Orca Book Publishers' book I've read this month. Usually I never buy by publisher. But I've been paying more attention these past few weeks.
Does anyone buy by publisher? Maybe other publishers.
Another reason why self-publishing shouldn't matter. The argument of quality aside, of course.
Speaking of publishers, I sent my children's chapter book off today to two Canadian publishers. I was hoping to make two other packages as well, but I'm not completely done editing all the chapters yet, and the other one requires I read at least three books the company has published. I was going to go to the library and do just that--I even had three titles picked out--but when I look it up on the library website, the one title that I want to read is in Sheet Harbour.
Seriously. The one title I get excited about, and it's in the middle of nowhere. Aka, home.
So, holding off on that. In the meantime, more editing needs to be done, and more research about indie publishing. Yay.
As I've said before, I'm in a self-publishing mood, and I came across an interesting site that hopefully will help revolutionize the industry. I hope. And, it's Canadian. Hehe.
It fits with the rebellious mood I've been in these past few days. It doesn't help that I've been reading Inferno, by Robin Stevenson, which is about a rebellious teen who hates her school and wishes she didn't have to go. It's the second Orca Book Publishers' book I've read this month. Usually I never buy by publisher. But I've been paying more attention these past few weeks.
Does anyone buy by publisher? Maybe other publishers.
Another reason why self-publishing shouldn't matter. The argument of quality aside, of course.
Speaking of publishers, I sent my children's chapter book off today to two Canadian publishers. I was hoping to make two other packages as well, but I'm not completely done editing all the chapters yet, and the other one requires I read at least three books the company has published. I was going to go to the library and do just that--I even had three titles picked out--but when I look it up on the library website, the one title that I want to read is in Sheet Harbour.
Seriously. The one title I get excited about, and it's in the middle of nowhere. Aka, home.
So, holding off on that. In the meantime, more editing needs to be done, and more research about indie publishing. Yay.
I transferred all my old blog files to a new url:
If you want to read all of my old posts, click here.
Now I'm free to put up something new on the main page, yay!
If you want to read all of my old posts, click here.
Now I'm free to put up something new on the main page, yay!
Woohoo, on a roll! Blogging everyday for 4 days! Can I keep it up? Depends on how long my inspiration lasts. Being a fire sign, it's hard to keep the flame alive in one place for very long.
Writing update:
Got up early and worked on The Grandfather Clock. I'm still on Chapter 8 but I have to add a new part on to it, and I got through most of that this morning.
I identified four--maybe five--publishers that I'd like to submit to. I'm also hoping to pitch the publisher with this one this year. Though I will admit, I have caught the self-publishing bug once again, and all I can think about is independently publishing this book, even though I wrote it especially to get published the traditional way. Sigh!
Work update:
Last night at the big NDP convention, there were 7 of us working, and we made $42 in tips EACH. That's almost $300! Not too shabby, I say. And it's all going in the Money-For-Clare-When-She-Wants-To-Run-Her-Own-Publishing-Company fund. Yay!
I can't believe that there's only two more weeks left of summer. Then I have to go back to school. Which means, I have to do WORK. Journalism work! But I think that my experience working at the brewery this summer really helped me feel more at ease performing and interacting with strangers, often improv. Hopefully I can translate this to journalism.
Writing update:
Got up early and worked on The Grandfather Clock. I'm still on Chapter 8 but I have to add a new part on to it, and I got through most of that this morning.
I identified four--maybe five--publishers that I'd like to submit to. I'm also hoping to pitch the publisher with this one this year. Though I will admit, I have caught the self-publishing bug once again, and all I can think about is independently publishing this book, even though I wrote it especially to get published the traditional way. Sigh!
Work update:
Last night at the big NDP convention, there were 7 of us working, and we made $42 in tips EACH. That's almost $300! Not too shabby, I say. And it's all going in the Money-For-Clare-When-She-Wants-To-Run-Her-Own-Publishing-Company fund. Yay!
I can't believe that there's only two more weeks left of summer. Then I have to go back to school. Which means, I have to do WORK. Journalism work! But I think that my experience working at the brewery this summer really helped me feel more at ease performing and interacting with strangers, often improv. Hopefully I can translate this to journalism.
Yesterday the early tour was canceled, so I ended up going in to work early for nothing. But that's okay. We sat around and did crosswords, me barely keeping my eyes open, before getting into our costumes and starting the tours.
There was also a feast last night. It was a gathering of people celebrating the Sconestone, a stone engraved with Scottish markings that will make its way around the world through people who do kind acts. An interesting concept. The person who has the stone is called The Keeper of the Stone, which is kind of cool. The Keeper has a period of time to do a kind act and then passes it along to the next person. The only problem I see is that one could quickly lose track of the stone--the Keepers and others who encounter the stone are encouraged to record your experiences on the website. What if it ended up in some second hand store by a forgetful yet kind person? Worse, what if someone just wanted to keep it? It's a very pretty stone. I imagine someone would pay a lot of money to have it. Hopefully it continues to represent kindness and holds true to its purpose.
I'm glad that I have today off, mostly. I played the Sims 3, and then I was spending some time writing. I'm on Chapter 8 of the third draft of The Grandfather Clock, the children's chapter book I'm writing. I can't remember if I wrote this yet but I got another rejection letter recently so I'm determined to get it out there once more.
Tonight I have to go to work for the NDP convention that is happening here in Halifax. It's being hosted at the brewery. I get to play my fiddle and bartend and schmooze with the politicians. Lol. :P Nah, mostly just bartend.
There was also a feast last night. It was a gathering of people celebrating the Sconestone, a stone engraved with Scottish markings that will make its way around the world through people who do kind acts. An interesting concept. The person who has the stone is called The Keeper of the Stone, which is kind of cool. The Keeper has a period of time to do a kind act and then passes it along to the next person. The only problem I see is that one could quickly lose track of the stone--the Keepers and others who encounter the stone are encouraged to record your experiences on the website. What if it ended up in some second hand store by a forgetful yet kind person? Worse, what if someone just wanted to keep it? It's a very pretty stone. I imagine someone would pay a lot of money to have it. Hopefully it continues to represent kindness and holds true to its purpose.
I'm glad that I have today off, mostly. I played the Sims 3, and then I was spending some time writing. I'm on Chapter 8 of the third draft of The Grandfather Clock, the children's chapter book I'm writing. I can't remember if I wrote this yet but I got another rejection letter recently so I'm determined to get it out there once more.
Tonight I have to go to work for the NDP convention that is happening here in Halifax. It's being hosted at the brewery. I get to play my fiddle and bartend and schmooze with the politicians. Lol. :P Nah, mostly just bartend.
Mmmmm. Ice cream cake for breakfast.
Today I have a very busy day ahead of me. Here's my artinerary.
11:00am: Leave for work. Have to get there by 11:30, get dressed in my costume and be in the bar by twelve. Some head-honchos of the large company that owns the beer company I work for are coming on the tour early so everything has to be awesome. Which it will be, since we all do this in our sleep. Or at least, I know that I do it in my sleep.
(For those of you who don't know, I work at a brewery doing a theatrical, musical tour).
12-9pm: Work. Do I do anything else? (Yes actually. I play the sims and write children's books....but for the majority of time...no.) It's a double today. Clare is not amused. A double after her birthday! Should've booked it off, but, I was TOO SLOW. Ohs wells.
9:30pm until my eyelids close: DND! I know, I'm a nerd. But some of my workfriends are also nerds. So it generally works out. Ben is also joining us, and it will be good times. It'll only be the third time I've played.
I also forgot to mention yesterday that for my birthday, Ben bought me a real working copy of the Sims 3!!!! It's awesome. But I'll still be playing the Sims 2, since I have some legacies to play out. And possibly post on the internets...? We'll see.
At least tomorrow I have all day off. I just have to go in at night because the NDP are hosting a party in the bar. So I get to be in costume and play my fiddle, hooray!
I really love my job.
Today I have a very busy day ahead of me. Here's my artinerary.
11:00am: Leave for work. Have to get there by 11:30, get dressed in my costume and be in the bar by twelve. Some head-honchos of the large company that owns the beer company I work for are coming on the tour early so everything has to be awesome. Which it will be, since we all do this in our sleep. Or at least, I know that I do it in my sleep.
(For those of you who don't know, I work at a brewery doing a theatrical, musical tour).
12-9pm: Work. Do I do anything else? (Yes actually. I play the sims and write children's books....but for the majority of time...no.) It's a double today. Clare is not amused. A double after her birthday! Should've booked it off, but, I was TOO SLOW. Ohs wells.
9:30pm until my eyelids close: DND! I know, I'm a nerd. But some of my workfriends are also nerds. So it generally works out. Ben is also joining us, and it will be good times. It'll only be the third time I've played.
I also forgot to mention yesterday that for my birthday, Ben bought me a real working copy of the Sims 3!!!! It's awesome. But I'll still be playing the Sims 2, since I have some legacies to play out. And possibly post on the internets...? We'll see.
At least tomorrow I have all day off. I just have to go in at night because the NDP are hosting a party in the bar. So I get to be in costume and play my fiddle, hooray!
I really love my job.
My birthday!
Today I am 21. I can't really believe that I'm that old.
I had an awesome party. All of my friends was there. It was like I was a little kid again. Ben made all kinds of curry and pizza and I provided all the beer, and we had cake and chips and everyone was full by the time they left. Jessie came too, and they brought out the cake and sang happy birthday to me. I wasn't really expecting that. It was nice to finally have a large party for my birthday. Brittney was there too! I'm so glad she came out. Even though she got lost trying to find the apartment, and then had to walk around the huge hole in the middle of the road that is the construction on the street. Hehe.
I also had my tarot cards read. I figured I'd spurge for myself since it was my special day. It says that I have to follow my own ideals and not worry about what people think of them. It also said that I can't get distracted by ideals that sound promising but in reality are just a diversion from what I really want to do, because I have a habit of taking on too much at once. So true.
The cards also said that I have a large support base, mostly family, but after tonight I got a since that it was larger than that. It made me feel really happy and...supported. Hehe. So it's my birthday-new year resolution to follow my crazy dreams even if they go against the norm.
Aka, independent publishing.
Perhaps this was sparked from my 6th rejection letter for The Grandfather Clock, the children's chapter book I wrote last October. I'm vigourously re-writing it all the time. I still want to find this one a home with a "real" publisher.
Then again, I'm constantly inspired by other Canadian self-publishers who took it upon themselves to promote and pay for their books.
I'm not going to promise that I'm going to update this blog everyday. Whenever I make a promise such as that, I always tend to break it. But I do promise to be honest. More honest. I'm an adult now and I don't have time to always worry about what others are thinking.
Anyway, enough of my ranting. I'm ohhhs sleepy.
Today I am 21. I can't really believe that I'm that old.
I had an awesome party. All of my friends was there. It was like I was a little kid again. Ben made all kinds of curry and pizza and I provided all the beer, and we had cake and chips and everyone was full by the time they left. Jessie came too, and they brought out the cake and sang happy birthday to me. I wasn't really expecting that. It was nice to finally have a large party for my birthday. Brittney was there too! I'm so glad she came out. Even though she got lost trying to find the apartment, and then had to walk around the huge hole in the middle of the road that is the construction on the street. Hehe.
I also had my tarot cards read. I figured I'd spurge for myself since it was my special day. It says that I have to follow my own ideals and not worry about what people think of them. It also said that I can't get distracted by ideals that sound promising but in reality are just a diversion from what I really want to do, because I have a habit of taking on too much at once. So true.
The cards also said that I have a large support base, mostly family, but after tonight I got a since that it was larger than that. It made me feel really happy and...supported. Hehe. So it's my birthday-new year resolution to follow my crazy dreams even if they go against the norm.
Aka, independent publishing.
Perhaps this was sparked from my 6th rejection letter for The Grandfather Clock, the children's chapter book I wrote last October. I'm vigourously re-writing it all the time. I still want to find this one a home with a "real" publisher.
Then again, I'm constantly inspired by other Canadian self-publishers who took it upon themselves to promote and pay for their books.
I'm not going to promise that I'm going to update this blog everyday. Whenever I make a promise such as that, I always tend to break it. But I do promise to be honest. More honest. I'm an adult now and I don't have time to always worry about what others are thinking.
Anyway, enough of my ranting. I'm ohhhs sleepy.
