Hmmm...

I am trying to decide whether or not I should start a business this summer. In February, we put on a party for my little brother's eighth birthday. I always love planning parties, and I've been successful at the ones I have done, about three or four of them. After that party, Mom said she thought I would be good at planning children's parties as a business. I loved the idea. I can't believe I didn't think of it before then, because it sounds amazingly fun to me. When we went home later that day, I sat down in my room with Maude (my laptop) and typed up an extensive list of different themed parties and what I would plan for them.
For example:

Theatre Party
Available as a sleep-over (Friday nights only)
For children ages 8-12

Premise: We will be playing acting games and doing makeup and wardrobe, as well as putting on a real play as the finale of the party. The birthday boy/girl will be given the starring role.
Decorations and props: Costume accessories, scripts, props for play
Games: Improvisational acting games, actor’s warm-ups, charades, play to perform
Party favors: A copy of the script, signed by the entire cast, Bowtie or Feather boa, Pictures of themselves in costume (will be sent to them after the party)

I still have the list, and summer is just around the corner. I don't have any money, but fortunately this business wouldn't require much capital. What do you think? Should I go for it?

Spring fever

I have been feeling really creative and restless lately because the weather has been so lovely. Sometimes I feel like the creative side of my brain goes dormant for the winter like a plant and then comes to life once the spring rains come and the sun starts shining.
Actually, I don't think I can blame the sun at all. It's the rain that does it. It's been raining and storming off and on for a few days now and we're supposed to get a big thunderstorm tonight. I love thunderstorms. Thunderstorms are right up there on my list of favorite things with coffee and flowers and fashion and color and writing. So the anticipation of waiting for a storm to hit and watching as the grey clouds roll in and the sky gets dimmer and the wind starts to blow always makes me feel poetic and literary and mysterious.
I've been wanting to write a really good mystery story for the last couple of days. One that's maybe not a typical catch-the-badguy type, but something intriguing, where it's suspenseful, but the reader really has to piece together the clues to keep up with what's really going on under the surface.
When I get like this I tend to write down a lot of random notes for stories to write. The things I jot down hardly ever make sense, but they do help inspire me later when I'm in a more practical frame of mind.
Here are some notes I jotted down during History class the other day when I was in this same restless rainy day mood. (At least the first one is somewhat related to history.)

What if we had stayed at war with the British for decades? The resistance movement would have always been there, even if Britain "won". It would have turned into an occupied country.

A bright blue bouncy ball just rolled past the car, unaccompanied. Where did it come from? What does it want?

Write a book called Blue, a book where you will only understand what is going on if you know that everything that is blue in the book is significant.

What if you were re-reading your favorite book and you discovered a code in it? Maybe reading every 10th word reveals a message, information about an unknown, unpublished work of the author and where it is hidden. Who would you show? What would you do? Would you try to find it?

~Jane~

Almost there

I am so looking forward to being done with school for the summer in about a month. I have had an overload of homework lately and it will only get worse as we head into the final weeks.
I'm just warning everyone that I may not have many prepared posts for the next month. That means probably no tutorials, fashion days or book reviews. I will still try to get on and post what I'm thinking about, fun lists, devotions and that type of thing.
This is a temporary change! I will be back full time in early May, I promise.

~Jane~

Love

LOVE CRUCIFIED AROSE

Long ago He blessed the earth,
Born older than the years.
And in the stall a cross He saw
Thru the first of many tears.
A life of homeless wandering,
Cast out in sorrows way,
The Shepherd seeking for the lost,
His life the price He'd pay.

Love crucified arose.
The risen One in splendor,
Jehovah's soul defender,
Has won the victory.
Love crucified arose.
And the grave became a place of hope,
For the heart that sin and sorrow broke
Is beating once again.

Throughout your life you felt the weight
Of what you'd come to give.
To drink for us that crimson cup,
So we might really live.
At last the time to love and die,
The dark appointed day,
That one forsaken moment when
Your Father turned His face away.

Love crucified arose.
The One who lived and died for me
Was Satan's nail-pierced casualty,
Now He's breathing once again.
Love crucified arose.
And the grave became a place of hope,
For the heart that sin and sorrow broke
Is beating once again.

Love crucified arose.
The risen One in splendor,
Jehovah's soul defender,
Has won the victory.
Love crucified arose.
And the grave became a place of hope,
For the heart that sin and sorrow broke
Is beating once again.

Quick post

This week has been ridiculously busy, and I apologize for the lack of posts. I can promise you a post tomorrow and one on Sunday, and possibly one tonight. I don't have time for a real post at the moment (I have to get to work), but I just wanted you to know that I'm still alive and I haven't abandoned the blog. : )

~Jane~