Okay - One more Eurielle video for you - feel free to listen without watching, or watch and then freewrite for a bit. What do you see when listening/watching this?
This week, its a Lindsey Stirling song - Prism - for you to listen to and then freewrite for a few minutes. Have a good time with this! :)
I have a thing for doors.... I mean, look at this one? What kinds of things does it protect? Is it designed to keep them out...or in?
Have fun with today's inspiration post! Next one will be another youtube based/music based inspiration!
I feel like this book is a comedy of errors waiting to happen, and I really want to read it. A girl who's not a girly-girl having to be a debutante? What could possibly go wrong?
She can score a goal, do sixty box jumps in a row, bench press a hundred and fifty pounds…but can she learn to curtsey?
Megan McKnight is a soccer star with Olympic dreams, but she’s not a girly girl. So when her Southern belle mother secretly enters her in the 2016 Dallas debutante season, she’s furious—and has no idea what she’s in for. When Megan’s attitude gets her on probation with the mother hen of the debs, she’s got a month to prove she can ballroom dance, display impeccable manners, and curtsey like a proper Texas lady or she’ll get the boot and disgrace her family. The perk of being a debutante, of course, is going to parties, and it’s at one of these lavish affairs where Megan gets swept off her feet by the debonair and down-to-earth Hank Waterhouse. If only she didn’t have to contend with a backstabbing blonde and her handsome but surly billionaire boyfriend, Megan thinks, being a deb might not be so bad after all. But that’s before she humiliates herself in front of a room full of ten-year-olds, becomes embroiled in a media-frenzy scandal, and gets punched in the face by another girl.
The season has officially begun…but the drama is just getting started.
I have a soft spot for English historical fiction. This one looks really interesting, with three very different ladies and their goals. Can't wait to read this one!
Eliza dreams of being a playwright for the king’s theater, where she will be admired for her witty turns of phrase rather than her father’s wealth.
Beth is beautiful as the day but poor as a church mouse, so she must marry well, despite her love for her childhood sweetheart.
Zabby comes to England to further her scientific studies—and ends up saving the life of King Charles II. Soon her friendship with him becomes a dangerous, impossible obsession. Though she knows she should stay away from the young, handsome king, Charles has a new bride, Queen Catherine, and a queen needs ladies in waiting.
And so Zabby, Beth, and Eliza, three Elizabeths from very different walks of life, find themselves at the center of the most scandal-filled court that England has ever seen.
This one just seems pretty awesome. I can't tell you why, but it somehow reminds me of Labyrinth.
Before you enter the world of Caraval, you must remember that it’s all a game . . .
Scarlett has never left the tiny island where she and her beloved sister, Tella, live with their ruthless father. Now Scarlett’s father has arranged a marriage for her, and Scarlett thinks her dreams of seeing Caraval, the legendary, once-a-year performance where the audience participates in the show, are over.
Then, Scarlett’s long-dreamt of invitation to Caraval finally arrives. So, Tella enlists a mysterious sailor’s help to whisk Scarlett away to this year’s show. But as soon as the trio arrives, Tella is kidnapped by Caraval’s mastermind organizer, Legend.
Scarlett has been told that everything that happens during Caraval is only an elaborate performance. But she nonetheless soon becomes enmeshed in a game of love, heartbreak, and magic with her sister, with Legend, and with the other players in the game. And whether Caraval is real or not, she must find Tella before the five nights of the game are over, a dangerous domino effect of consequences is set off, and her sister disappears forever.
I'm going to take a slight deviation from the normal focus on words and books and writing here today. Because as many of you who follow me on instagram may have figured out, I have a love for crafty things.
No, really, its kind of a problem.
I have also been on a quest for the last five years or so to get healthier, especially when it comes to what I eat and making more things for myself. Its led to some interesting discoveries - but that's a long and involved post for another time (and probably place). One of those journeys into making things for myself led me into making soap and body products. I LOVE it. I mean, its just fun, AND its like playing MAD scientist while still being artsy. And you have to use it, because its soap. What's not to love here?
So i'm totally hijacking my own blog to post about my small hobby/business - Lyebrarian Soaps! If you're interested, stop by my etsy store or website and see what you think. There will be lots of things coming up on the website soon - right now I'm focusing on making lots of things to restock after pretty much selling or giving what I had for Christmas.
I really love making soap. It kind of makes me feel like a mad scientist and an artist all at the same time. Which means that I cackle while I mix lye. Ask my husband. He's smart enough to stay away and play video games while I'm messing with soap. :) And when I'm making cards. I love sending and recieving snail mail, so I also make a lot of cards. I'd always hand drawn them before - but I got a Cricut machine for Christmas, and now I can scan in my images and recreate them in half the time.
The US post office will be getting a lot of my money in stamps, I think. I mean, who doesn't love snail mail, really?
Do you have any hobbies you love? I'd love to hear about it!
Where will this one take you? I really loved these statues. They were on either side of a doorway in Warsaw, Poland, and I just thought they were so cool. The carving is lovely, and they were weathered to perfection. I hope they inspire something for you!
Its the halfway point for NaNoWriMo! Are you as far behind as I am? I mean, I've been busting it to try and catch up, but I'm not sure I'm gonna make it. This story is not coming fast. Its a slow, plodding adventure. Which is interesting, because I've been thinking on this story for MONTHS. Seriously. I thought it was going to be easy to write. Except that I did what I normally do and managed to somehow screw up where I was heading, so the novel had taken a totally different turn.
Its not bad, it just threw a kink in the works. I suppose that's why I identify with being a "Plantster." One who has a plan, but also doesn't have a firm plan so you can be more flexible. (For me, that means, I have a good idea where I"m going, but I'm not entirely sure... SQUIRREL!)
All the same, the story is getting there. I'm making progress, and that's the important thing, right? To me, as long as you make serious progress on whatever you work on, you're a "winner" in NaNoWriMo. Its less about word count and more about getting the words out, on a page, and proving to yourself (or reminding yourself) that you can do it.
So stop reading this, close twitter and FB (yeah, we know you have them open), and go write something! At least five minutes. Then you can be distracted for another ten minutes or so.
Or is that just me? :)
I read LONG LANKIN by Lindsey Barraclough awhile ago, and I only just recently realized that there was a sequel (prequel?) to that book now. Its been out awhile, but I'm interested to read this and see what happens in it. I'm a bit confused about whether its a prequel or a sequel, as it seems to be a bit of both, but I'm game, all the same! I'll have to reread LONG LANKIN first, I think, since its been so long. But that's not a bad thing either.
Damaris lowers her voice still more. I hold my breath to catch the words: “You know, there is something about the girl, Zillah. The spirits come to her.” Damaris pauses. “I—I have heard the child whispering in the voice of another.”
In 1567, baby Aphra is found among the reeds and rushes by two outcast witches. Even as an infant, her gifts in the dark craft are plain. But when her guardians succumb to an angry mob, Aphra is left to fend for herself. She is shunned and feared by everyone she encounters, except one man: the leper Long Lankin. Hounded and ostracized, the two find solace only in each other, but even this respite is doomed, and Aphra’s bitterness poisons her entire being. Afflicted with leprosy, about to be burned as a witch, she manages one final enchantment—a curse on her tormentor’s heirs.
Now, in 1962, Cora and Mimi, the last of a cursed line, are trapped in an ancient home on a crumbling estate in deepest winter, menaced by a spirit bent on revenge.
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