I got a haircut today and it feels strange, because I cut it real short in the front and long in the back, layered. I like it though. It feels really weird. :)
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"With characters , only 10% of what the author knows about the character actually appears in the story,...but if he or she doesn't know the other 90%, then that will be apparent to the reader: the character will appear lifeless."
Today is the one year anniversary of the Black Forest Fire. One year ago today at about one o' clock, we got a call from a cousin who said that there was a big fire near us. There was nothing on the news, so we weren't worried. We got a few things in an overnight bag to go stay at someone's house, just in case, because we didn't want to get evacuated in the middle of the night. Then we started to smell smoke and saw an orange and grey pillar start to block out the sun. Within about a hour, it got bad, with ash falling and smoke so thick, it stung your eyes. Police started driving in and yelling above the huge roaring, through their bullhorns, telling us to get out of there. We managed to save all the dogs and the llamas and goats were unharmed, and the chickens were a pile of burned bones. Poor things. But we live in a beautiful house now, and we're closer to each other. For the full story, you can read the short story, From Ashes to Beauty. Can you save me now? Be still and know that I'm with you. Be still and know I am here. Be still, be still and know. Be still and know I am. Reality is a lovely place, but I wouldn't want to live there. An African American man came onto a bus and sat down.
A white man came up to him and said, "Colored people aren't allowed here." The black man turned around and stood and said, "Listen sir...when I was born I was BLACK. When I grew up, I was BLACK. When I'm sick, I'm BLACK. When I go in the sun I'm BLACK. When I'm cold I'm BLACK. When I die I will be BLACK. But you sir, when you are born, you're PINK. When you grow up, you are WHITE. When you're sick you're GREEN. When you go in the sun, you're RED. When you're cold, you're BLUE. And when you die, you turn PURPLE. And you have the nerve to call me colored." It's like in the great stories...the ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end, because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, the shadow.Even darkness must pass. A new day will come and when the sun shines, it will shine out all the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think I do understand...Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going because they were holding on to something...that there is...good in this world...and it's worth fighting for. I thought this was a cool description of stories. It's from Cameron Dokey's "Winter's Child." Pick any time of the day or night and somewhere, everywhere, stories are being told. They overlap and flow across one another, then pull away again just as waves do upon a shore. It is the knack that stories have of rubbing up against one another that make the world an interesting place, a place of greater possibility than it would be if we told our tales alone. I watched this movie a few days ago and it's amazing. I would suggest, having an adult watch it before, because there are a few cuss words and a few inappropriate parts. And, don't go in expecting people to talk. Everything is a song. Only about thirty words are spoken in this three hour movie. Jean Valjean stole a loaf of bread to save his sister's child who was starving and for his "crime" he was sentenced to slavery for 19 years. When he's finally free, he's on parole, meaning that the government knows where he is at all times and he can't get a job and people treat him as a criminal. Finally, after discovering Jesus, he breaks his parole and starts his life anew. In doing so, he has Javert, a government soldier, chasing after him. Still, somehow he manages to become successful and becomes the mayor of Paris. Fantine is a single mother and struggles in her job to send enough money to take care of Cozette, her little girl, who is staying with someone, while her mother works to feed her daughter. But when the headmaster finds out about her daughter that she's not allowed to have, she's fired from her job and she has to find a way to send money back for her daughter. So, living on the streets, she sells her hair and her teeth and becomes a prostitute so her daughter can eat. Jean Valjean finds her, later on the streets, sick. As she is dying, he promises her that he'll take care of Cozette and love her like his own. Just as he promises this, though, Javert catches up with him and finds out who he is. Jean Valjean finds Cozette and runs away with her and finds a place where they can be safe, for at least a few years. Years later, Cozette is grown up and there are many people talking about a revolution. Then she meets a young man, Marius--who is involved in the revolution that the people are leading--and they fall in love. What Marius doesn't know is that his childhood friend Eponine is in love with him as well. But will Marius survive the battle? This movie has such a complicated plot, so writers everywhere will love the way everything plays out. Also, don't expect this to be a happy movie. It is really, really, really, really sad. |
About Me!Hannah writes to satisfy her imagination. She's written six books so far--five of which need to be rewritten--and is working on a seventh. She ranges through a variety of genres, but favors contemporary YA, fixing broken characters. She wants to use her writing to change people and bring hope. She's currently going to college for Nursing and that takes up most of her writing time. She's a rather stereotypical writer, talking to imaginary friends, eavesdropping on people at the store, secretly being nosy, stashing herself away in her room with a paper and pen and chocolate and her teddy bear. She loves Jesus, the way the morning smells, her family of seven (four siblings), old movies, fairy tales, candles at night and helping people. She writes on another blog at nerdywriter.blogspot.com to hopefully build her chances of publication. My Author Site:Archives
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