Lucy

Apparently I am most like Lucy out of about twenty Narnia characters. Who are you most like?

Plotting

I have most of my Nanowrimo plot for this year figured out. I don't actually have an ending yet. It is sort of a medeivel princess story, which I know is overused, but I really like my characters, and I love reading that type of story, so I think I will have fun writing one. I started to come up with the plot in January, and these characters just popped into my head and announced their names and personalities. They've been stuck in my head ever since then, and I think they'll appreciate finally being written.



Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia. ~E.L. Doctorow



~Jane~

Catch a Falling Star

The other night my brother and I pulled an old tattered mattress onto the driveway and
watched for falling stars. It was a slightly overcast night, so we didn't see very many. I think we probably missed some when we got distracted finding shapes in the clouds. We saw a turkey wearing a hat with a huge plume, a wolf trying to eat a star (it got away), and a dog laying down and howling at the moon, among other things.
The few shooting stars we did see were so incredible it was worth the wait. Sometimes God gives us glimpses of His majesty through creation. He is so evident in things we count as ordinary, do we really deserve it when he gives us these special events? How easy is He going to make it for us to see Him before we do?
Anyway, the highlight of the evening was when Mom came walking out unexpectedly and scared us to death. We were staring up into the sky, talking about the likelihood of animal attacks and alien spaceships, and all of a sudden there was something looming over us. We both screamed.

Victorian Lovelies

Lately my favorite fashion era is the late Victorian period, with trains and bustles and tailored walking dresses. I got these pictures from Sensibility.com, an amazing website. Jenny Chancey has pictures from every era with notes about the historical progression of fashion.

The one on the top left is my favorite. I wish we could wear things like this now.

Who is she?

A gust of wind hit her sharply in the face. She fought to keep the papers within her grasp, and stumbled across the parking lot with urgent steps. The wind tugged at her jacket and whipped her hair around her head, blinding her as she struggled toward the beat up white Chevy. Over the roar of the treetops she heard pursuing footsteps slamming on the pavement. She broke into a sprint, not bothering to turn and look. She knew who it was. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and she steeled herself to act. The footsteps were coming closer.
She arrived at the vehicle exactly three seconds before her pursuer. Slowing down just enough to keep from slamming into the side, she whipped open the driver’s door, fumbled under the seat for what she knew was there and spun on her heel, aiming the gun expertly at the man who skidded to a halt just in front of her.

I don't know who she is, what papers are so important or who is following her. She obviously does. I wish she'd let me know...