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I made a little owl applique around Christmas time for Heather, I used it as a bookmark topper and posted the completed product as well as a rough pattern on Ravelry. The link to the pdf is above this paragraph. It’s a fairly simple and straight-forward pattern. However, since this is the first time I’ve written up a pattern and it’s not any kind of formal crochet… format, I’d understand if anyone is confused. If you have any questions, feel free to comment or e-mail and I’ll try and get back to you as quick as I can.
One of my friends took the rough pattern I’d made and made a pdf of it so I could share it with others. So cool. Thank you so much TypoqWeen, that was so awesome of you.
just not posting during November. I got busy during National Novel Writing Month and haven’t posted since the beginning. I finished my novel and I’m sure I’ll post portions here in the coming days but since I’m over at my sister’s house, not today.
I’m going to focus on the Ballard Brothers for a while, partially because I’m really enjoying playing with those characters and partially because I really want o hammer out the universe some more. What started out as a Fullmetal Alchemist AU has really taken off into something huge and I love it.
I’m considering entering/joining WriYe next year and focusing not only on simply writing daily as I have been doing but focusing on a single project for longer than a single month. We’ll see how that goes.
Happy holidays to all the people who read my blog. Hopefully things will heat back up again with this. I’m usually horrible with daily journals and such-like. We’ll see how it goes.
Dwyn knew he was young. His bodyguard often told him that his youth made him impatient. He was all of thirteen and realized that it colored his perspective. However, it also made him slightly less cynical. He truly believed that the world could change.
There was a time, many decades ago, that non-humans were looked upon as equals. If things had changed so that people would put them in a sideshow menagerie, then things could change back. Things could even change for the better. Dwyn smiled, imagining a time when the races lived together – not separately – as equals.
Arthur was always surprised by how mature some lings acted while others acted like the children they seemed to be. The inn staff worked to prepare the inn for a night’s business amid the rumbles and crashes of lightning.
For Columbine, the sounds were a background noise; meant to be ignored, just as they were for Alair and Baxter. However both Mirabelle and Ally seemed terrified of the flashing lightning and rolling thunder. A thought occurred to him and he knelt between the two girls, able to meet their eyes for once.
“You can hear how far away the lighting is, you know,” he said.
“You can hear it?” Baxter said, looking up from the bar. “How’s that.”
Arthur paused, remembering something his mother had taught him many years ago. “When you see a flash of lightning, start counting blue monkeys. Every five blue monkeys is a whole mile.”
“There’s no such thing as blue monkeys,” Mirabelle said, chuckling softly.
“Counting such silly things is part of the fun,” Arthur said, with a shrug. He noticed Columbine grinning and smiled back. He knew that his mother had told him to count second by using the phrase “blue monkey” because thinking of something so silly would keep his mind off being scared. Counting how far away the lightning actually was also helped. It didn’t seem so terrible once it was given some distance.
In moments both girls were back at work and seemed les frightened of the storm outside. They even began something of a contest, competing with each other to see who could count more lightning strikes. Arthur shrugged and returned to work, not really remembering how the girls had learned the trick but glad that it was reassuring them.
I had an interesting weekend and actually felt the need to write about it. As an unemployed person, my interesting weekend began with the meeting I had with the advisor the labor department has assigned me until I actually have a job. (Is anyone hiring?) He told me that all the jobs I have applied for in the private sector have an equivalent job in the public one. The state pays well (at least until the governor shuts it down) and has great benefits (provided the politicians don’t spend all the money) so I should try for those. Unfortunately… at this point the only job that my over a dozen years of experience as a teacher qualifies me for is… a food service worker. Well, that’s one application the state’s getting.
Saturday was a much nicer day. I went to the Farmer’s Market on Main Street. For the first time in over a year I got to enjoy sitting and listening to Celtic live music. One young man had a guitar, a lady played a variety of penny whistles and the last moved back and forth between a bodhron (I think that’s how it’s spelled, it’s a kind of drum) and a fiddle. For those of you who don’t know, I love this kind of music. It inspires me to write about bards. ^^ We only got to hear two songs before they packed up to leave. Maybe we’ll come back next week and listen to something else.
The coffee was delicious, even though Retriever Roasters (where we were supposed to meet a friend) was closed. Our friend wasn’t able to make it due to a family emergency, but we had a good time anyway. I hope everything in her family is well.
As always happens, the Dana attracted attention. “What kind of lap top is that?” is the usual question. I don’t mind answering and even talking up the company. My Dana is the best little computer I’ve ever had, even with the little hiccups I occasionally get from it.
I can’t imagine why any place would be closed when something like a farmer’s market is happening just outside. Not only was it beautiful out, the farmer’s market brought everyone down to Main Street. As annoying as it was to have half of Main Street closed off, if it helps the local businesses it’s worth it.
Then came Sunday. Sunday was the last service our pastor will give before she retires. I loved her preaching style and I’ll miss her both as a pastor and as a person. I can’t express the gratitude I have toward her for the support she’s given me since my divorce and all during the stuff that happened at my last place of work. So I was really looking forward to listening to the sermon. Then, seated up in front of literally God and everyone, there were people in the choir behind me who insisted on talking throughout the sermon. I get glared at because I write (usually religious poems or my thoughts about the sermon) or draw (again, usually religious artwork, often inspired by the sermon or time of year) and these folks are chatting about I don’t know what during the sermon. What the heck? I gritted my teeth and focussed on the sermon.
Well, that all made me feel much better and I’m shocked that I wrote an honest to God blog entry. It won’t be my last entry for the day though, the story is yet to come. If anyone is reading my story, please comment. I get tired of the spam lists as comments.
My sister, who is the ML of our region, asked that I should mention Script Frenzy today on my blog as a way of getting the word out. ^^ I’ve done it every year since it’s inception and had a lot of fun. I’m not sure how many people read my blog, and I’m not sure how many of those who read are also writers but… challenge yourself this April – 100 pages in 30 days. What harm could it do and it might be fun!
http://www.scriptfrenzy.org/
Hello. My sister has an account on WordPress that links directly to her Facebook account and she puts her stories there. I figure with NaNoWriMo coming up, I might want to do the same thing. Hopefully I’m better about updating this site than I was my Livejournal one. (That was just too much html formatting for me.)
