Archive for the ‘Necessity of Books’ Category
Posted in Anybody Out There?, Blogging, For the Love of Yarn, Necessity of Books, Reasons I'll need Therapy, tagged 100% wool, arm warmers, crazy aunt purl, Harry Potter scarf, Herschners, kitchen on May 5, 2009 | 2 Comments »
Posted in Anybody Out There?, Movies, My Weird Family, Necessity of Books, tagged "Harry Potter", Chicago, Hagrid, Madrake, magic, Museum of Science and Industry, sixty-one on April 28, 2009 | 4 Comments »
Sheryl here: jumping up and down, clapping my hands in glee, Master’s Daughter and I have tickets for the Harry Potter show at the Museum of Science and Industry | What’s Here | Exhibits | Harry Potter: The Exhibition | Exhibit Guide | Introduction.
I really love Chicago and all of the museums. I used to spend hours just roaming around with my sketchbook; both in the city and in the museums. And, now, I get to go and sit in Hagrid’s chair and repot Mandrake’s, Museum of Science and Industry | What’s Here | Exhibits | Harry Potter: The Exhibition | Exhibit Guide | Hands-On and enter through the “frame of the fat lady’s portrait.” And, yes, I am sixty-one, but what fun is there in life if you cannot get excited over a bit of magic?
And, the really neat part of it is that I get to spend several days with my daughter. That means South Bend Chocolate cafe for Aztec hot chocolate and a chinese restaurant and a yummy yarn shop and about a gazbillion laughs.
It’s a whole month away. Are we there yet?
Posted in Art I love, Movies, Necessity of Books, tagged "Harry Potter", book, CBS Sunday Morning, people, pleasures, South Bend Chocolate Company, Tortilla Soup, violin on April 9, 2009 | 4 Comments »
Guilty Pleasures on Allison’s Blog. Guilty Pleasures « That’s What She Blogged
Here’s a quick list of mine :
1. Yes, People magazine. You don’t look so guilty reading it in the doctor’s office though, you know.
2. My third watching of Tortilla Soup this month.
3. South Bend Chocolate Company, Dark Chocolate
4. Watching CBS Sunday Morning in my pajamas.
5. Taking down my Harry Potter gift trunk to be a kid again.
6. Having the house all to myself
7. Singing to myself when I have the house all to myself
8. Practicing the violin
9. A mechanical pencil and a sketch book
10. Reading a good book
Okay, they are mostly not such “guilty pleasures.” But, they sure are pleasures.
Posted in Necessity of Books, tagged Avalon Arts Studio, Coffee Cup, designing my web page, Enchants, Faery Crossing, Three Brothers in a Yellowwood Tree, YA Fantasy novel on November 29, 2008 | 37 Comments »
I have designed my own web page for years and, believe it or not, I HAVE redesigned it several times. When I was creating little eight inch fairies, and selling them on eBay, I realized it was time to again redesign my page. However, that web page, that was up there then and still is up now, has not been redesigned yet. I did it for my painting, pottery and sculpture.
I use Coffee Cup Web Design and I could show you at least two dozen starts at a new web page for my site. And, now, like the paperwork in the Rubbermaids, it is time to again redesign my redesign I never did. My new focus is on my YA Fantasy Novel, and I am here to tell you exactly why this has become such a problem for me.
In fact, I will do better than that. If you click on this link, you will see just exactly why nothing I do lives up to this designer, in California: Welcome to Avalon Arts Studio!. If the textural quality of these web pages don’t blow you away, nothing is going to impress you. Just click on the Web Design tab about avalon arts web design and then click on their Porfolio. portfolio
Some of my favorites are Enchants by Christine Ruggle Enchants – faery sculptures by Christine Ruggle and the Fairy Crossing The Faery Crossing-All Faeries, Sidhes, and Elfins Welcome! These present the true art of the miniature fairy artist. And, if I was still designing my web page for that, I would be working on a design even half as rich as that forever, I am afraid.
So, it’s a good thing I’m going for a site for my YA Fantasy Novel. I have finally confirmed the design in my head and am gathering my own graphics to do it. I’ll keep you informed.
Posted in Blogging, Holidays for Sanity, Home Again in Indiana, Humor in Life, My Weird Family, Necessity of Books, Reasons I'll need Therapy, What Was She Thinking, tagged arguments, Bill Gates, blog names, branding, Thanksgiving, Valley girl, Viggo Mortensen, writer, YA Fantasy novel on November 26, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I have noticed a strange thing. Since I have begun blogging, I have begun to sound like a “Valley” Girl, but only on my blog. I blog things like, “I so agree with you.” What is it with that?
I have also discovered why you’all, and I am not southern either, even though I live in an area they typecast (for good reason) as Southern Indiana. But, I have discovered why everyone uses those freaky/funny names for their blogs. It is so you can write the truth about your relatives without them getting mad at you.
Since I am ‘branding’ my name. Cool, huh? It’s writer’s speak, although I am not really positive I am using it properly. I know you can ‘brand’ your look/logo. But, whatever, I am using my real name and am only offending the relatives I can do without.
Right now, in my family, I have a great-niece and great-nephew who cannot be in the same room, two nephews who are arguing, and one of my mother’s sister’s and her chidren and grandchildren are never talking to each other; at least, not all at the same time. Makes for a fun Thanksgiving.
My mother writes me, this morning, and says, “Why can’t families get along?” Obviously, she has not yet realized that relatives are given to you, you do not pick them. If you picked them, you would still fight, just over different things. Heck, if you picked them, you would have picked Bill Gates or, better yet, Viggo Mortensen. Opps! No, take Viggo off that, I may live in Southern Indiana, but I do not marry my relatives. Hey, a woman’s gotta have her fantasies.
So, have a great Thanksgiving. Let the arguments roll off your back. Ignore the ‘Valley’ girl and tell everyone: you know this blogger who is writing the most awesome YA Fantasy novel and, when she finishes editing it and finding an agent, who will find a publisher, they just gotta buy it. But, in the meantime, tell them to buy books for Christmas. We would all appreciate it.
Posted in Anybody Out There?, Blogging, Humor in Life, Necessity of Books, What Was She Thinking, Writing is an Art, tagged "The Aspiring Writer's Journal", age, gifts, Japanese tea set, knitting socks, Master's Daughter, Sleeping Beauty, Sonehenge, Viggo on September 29, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Master’s daughter always gives the greatest gifts. I have received a Japanese tea set, a miniature Stonehenge (we’re still waiting for a Scottish fellow to time travel through), a circular knitting sock kit, complete with a neat bag, and “The Aspiring Writer’s Journal.”
Too bad she can’t give me a better memory, because I know there are more neat gifts, but I cannot remember them at this moment. They are always a delight and a complete surprise, and will be again when I find what I have done with them.
So, my inspiration for today, (“Ahem! Ahem!” She cleared her throat.) is a page in the Writer’s Journal, she gave me.
The assignment is:— Make up a story beginning with the following quotation-
“When Sleeping Beauty wakes up, she is almost fifty years old.”
I have changed the opening line, but the premise is there.
(Okay, I cannot believe I am going to embarrass myself this way, but what the heck? Here it is, complete with errors in punctuation and dangling participles.)
Sleeping Beauty woke from her near eternal sleep and gasped for air. My, how tight my corset doth feel. Hands above her head, she stretched—and screamed.
“Spots! What are these spots! There are brown spots on my hands and arms?”
Blankets flew as she surged to the mirror, her body half bent over.
“Kricky!” she said, being a fan of British blogs. “Oh my aching back! Heads will roll for not removing the peas under my mattress and, speaking of pees, I do believeth I am damp. What, in blazes, goeth on?”
Lines stared back from the mirror. These were the final insult as Sleeping Beauty, who was all of eighteen when she fell into her near eternal sleep, ‘twas now fifty. She lay sobbing into her pillow, for no handsome Prince would search for a wrinkled Sleeping Beauty, she feared.
In a far distant land by the sea, gallant Lord Viggo, some years younger but no longer a youth, lived. He could feel her sorrow and confusion.
“Hark!” He called. “I shall scry for the sound of sorrow I hear.”
And, scry, he did.
“She ‘tis a vision of loveliness to me.” He said as he peered into the water. “A woman of wisdom and experience. No petulant youth need I put up with. And, her smile sets my heart free.”
‘Twas but a journey half way cross the land, to the woods where the beauty lay sleeping and where he dried her tears and they lay on the swing of her porch and watched the stars for a near eternal life.
I shall go and hideth my head under the pillow now.
On a lighter note, after baring my soul about my grandkids and after reading Pollyanna’s reading challenge at http://prsunshine.wordpress.com/pollyannas-reading-in-wonderland-challenge/ I thought I would tell you about the THE BEST mystery I have ever read; and believe me, I started with A and went to Z in Mysteries, at the Lake County Public Library. It’s a research library and it’s hugely wonderful. I am not the best reviewer in the world, but gosh this book is so good, I can’t wait for his second one to come out.
I do my treadmill each morning. I do not find this a particularly fascinating pastime and I’m at a slow pace yet, so I read to pass the time. This is not the easiest thing to do on the Body for Life Program, as you increase and decrease speeds constantly. I try to reserve the book for the treadmill, thereby: 1. Having something to read each day and 2. Forcing me to work on my own YA Novel and not sit all day and read someone elses book.
First day, with The Chemistry of Death, I did my twenty-one minutes, pulled the plug and stood on the machine for another fifteen. I finally had to sit down and forced myself to leave the book on the machine. Day two, FORGET THAT, I read on the treadmill and took the book with me. I spent the rest of the day, feet up, reading the most wonderful Mystery writing I have encountered in a long time, maybe ever.
This is Simon Beckett’s first novel. His words just suck you into the landscape. I first wrote a line that his words were poetry but then I read the back cover and Tess Gerritsen said that already. But, environment is really a character in this book (as we are always supposed to do). He sucks you into it with the protagonist entry into the rural town.
But, oh how he handles all of it. You think you know who the Antagonist is; oh no, it must be this guy, no it could be that guy, and soon you just forget trying to guess and enjoy the journey. And, at the end, it’s the same way. No spoiler here because this book is just too good to do.
Even if you are not “into” mysteries, this is a must read book.