November 4th

I am the queen of Better-late-than-never

as you can see it is NOT November 1st which was the first day of NaNoWriMo and the day I was going to post about my book. But it is still the beginning of November and I decided I'm going to share my plot with you anyway.

My NaNo story is going to be the first of a Trilogy. I am still playing around with names but right now my working title for said Trilogy is The Conspiracy of Thrones. I'm not sure what I'm naming Book One at the moment. I've stuck a few different titles on it but none of them seem to work so right now I'm just calling it Book One - Death.

On November 6th, 1940 Alex Gregory was meant to die.

On November 7th, 1940 Alex Gregory woke up. He witness a morning he never should have seen.

Okay so... Plot!!!!

This story takes place in an AU world which is almost exactly like ours except in this world creatures like the Demigods are actually real. It is the year before WWII and Alex Gregory is a sixteen year-old boy living in an America. On the sixth of November he has an accident and he was supposed to die in the hospital room. But he doesn't. He wakes up. And that is when everything changes. Soon Alex realizes just how serious his 'being alive' really is. He wasn't supposed to survive. Now the balance of the world has tipped and Death demands his life. Literally. Death is coming for him. And no one ever escapes Death, not really. It is a hunt. But as Alex runs from his nightmares and, with help from his friend Sean, tries to piece together the puzzle of his fate, the War that was once so far off starts it's break through the border.This is no ordinary War. Alex is about to find out that this War is not just between men. It is a War that stretches back into the dawn of time with beings far greater than humanity. And he is the only one who can stop it. 

Time for applause you guys!

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I'm not sure if that plot was very clear or not. Basically it is the year before the bombing at Pearl Harbor and no one is quite sure which way the war is going to go. This story is based VERY ROUGHLY on WWII. It is like a parallel WWII but it isn't going to be exactly the same. I'm just basing my events on some of the things that happened. My world isn't exactly Earth either. It is like earth if Earth had demigods and beings of great power and Death looks like a little boy with grey eyes.

The Thrones are Ancient Beings who were created at the Dawn of Time to protect the Virtue in the World. They were supposed to be the guardians of goodness and each one was given a certain element which they were supposed to protect.

Some of the Thrones abused their gifts. These Thrones poisoned the Virtue and turned it into Vice. These Thrones gained control of evil, each one holding the reigns of a certain Vice. This means that each Virtue has it's opposite Vice. There are Six main Virtues. Hope. Courage. Love. Love. Humility. Faith. And then there are Six main Vice. Pride. Fear. Spite. Rage. Despair. Deceit.

Destruction is the Throne who defied the Creator and tried to take the world for his own and tear it down to make it something it wasn't. Destruction is the beginning of Vice.

The Creator is not a Throne. He is greater than any Throne or Power and he is far greater than Man. He is the beginning of all things.

In my world not everyone believes in the Thrones. Most people don't even remember they exist. They belong in fairytales or on paper with the rest of that evil. but there are still some who remember the Thrones. They remember the first fight at the beginning of the world  and how he was beaten for centuries until finally he was able to rise up with the WWI and was barely stopped. And now he is rising again, and it hasn't been nearly long enough. Destruction is strong. They will need a hero to stop him. They will search the whole world for that one special person. 

And they will find him. 

 Sooooooooooo yeah. I'm rambling now. Be kind. I'm tired and it's late and I did too much school today. I've also done too much write because I missed had a bad first day of NaNo and day two was just... not. So I've been catching up. 

YAY ME!

I should wind this post up before I start babbling again but before I go I'm going to share a picture of me in all my Halloween Epicness

I was an amazing Bucky. 

Just look at that arm. It is so cool. And it was so much fun to wear. And I loved it. I stalked about glaring at people and saying "But I knew him" all sad like. But mostly I just stood in the center of the room looking up from under my bangs and being menacing. 

it was fun to be menacing. 

Halloween is just fun. I like Halloween. I like helping the little girls dress up and I like that for one night in the year you can be as weird as you want and no one is going to think twice. You could be groceries as a penguin in a snow coat and no one would care. I like carving pumpkins and smelling caramel corn and okay, what other day of the year can you get so much free candy just by knocking on someones door and saying a fancy little kids rhyme? 

And then of course there are the corny cartoons and The Night on Bald Mountain which is a must and staying up too late and keeping your costume on as long as possible Because Halloween.

Halloween is fun!! I mean sure it has it's down points but It's fun. 

You know what else is fun? Falling-Back. I thought it was super late but then I realized it wasn't and I felt super happy because Fall-Back means this won't be an Almost-Wednesday post and that is nice. 

Real quick, is anyone interested in doing a NaNo Blog party at the half-way point? does that sound like fun? 

PEACE OUT Y'ALL!!!

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Bella

"Is there garlic on that pizza?"

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This gif makes me happy. So I had to share it with the world and spread the love. Just ... eyebrows 8-)

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

Right random. Want to try again? Sure.

Blog post take Two

FLASH-FLASH-FLASH

Basically life has been a pest this last week. Which is my excuse for my lack of not doing... anything. Yep. I've been lazy. *Plants hands on hips* I didn't feel like doing anything. I've hardly done any writing at all and the little I have done didn't extend to the blogosphere, for which I'm very sorry. I know how you all miss me. It's just... I can't get on the internet as much as I want to.

This is very sad for me.

But if it's any consolation you haven't missed out on anything. I didn't have much to blog about. Just a long line of boring and more boring. Remember? Life is a pest.

*blows out cheeks*

This is stupid.

I am almost done with Broken Trust and am trying with crazed eyes to finish before NaNo starts but I just don't think that's going to happen. I think I'm burnt out. I know what I want. I know exactly what I need to write. I have all the scenes and the whole finale. But I open up my document and just

Nothing.

I actually cried the other night because I couldn't write. And then I slammed my computer shut and acted instead and I felt much better. Why can I act the scenes but I can't write them? It's incredibly frustrating. Writers block means I start haunting pinterest. Did you know this pin existed?

#If you didn't laugh you need help




#mine wittle bear. you no can haz





#For my sister. You know who you are




#like for REAL




#hashtag I has no books to read



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#IT'S ALIVE! AHHHHH!





#LE ANGRY DERPINA. ANGRY CAUSE HER BOYFRIEND BE STRAW NOW




#haha! Me lepard!!

PINTEREST PINTEREST PINTEREST

PIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN

PIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN

PINTEREST PINTEREST PINTEREST!!!!

Okay so yeah. Obviously this post isn't going anywhere. But at least I came right? RIGHT? Right.

I do have a few things that are sort of normal to share. One, my sisters have finally deigned to show me the fabulous Grimm.

It is fabulous.

FRIENDSHIPS AND FAIRYTALES AND GUN FIGHTS AND EVIL BADDIES WHOM I HATE AND CUTE GIRLS (GIRLS WHO ARE ACTUALLY CUTE AND SMART) AND COOL NICK WHO IS A CHUCK. NORRIS.

I love it. I am obsessed, officially obsessed. Sadly le Grimm belongs to a sister who doesn't bring it over as much as I'd want. So it's almost like watching it on air, except we get to watch more than one when we watch it.


Speaking of things on air S10 of Supernatural is stressing me out. A bit of advice for anyone listen? Never, ever under any circumstances come near this stupid show. Ever. It isn't worth it.

Trust me.

I need to watch SHIELD. and more Arrow. And the new Season of Doctor Who. and The Flash.

See this is another reason to like fall. All the TV shows come off hiatus. Well except Merlin.

(Sherlock doesn't count, Sherlock is never off hiatus.)

Hehe. I think it's time for me to say goodbye. Things to do and all that. I'll post the first day of NaNo and tell you all about my story. Are any of you doing NaNo? Should we do some kind of mid-NaNo blog party? what do you think??

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Bella

The Pro's and Cons of being a Homeschooler

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I've come to the conclusion that there are many ups and downs to being a homeschooler. So today I'm going to do something fun and post all the pros and cons of Homeschooling from my experience. *rubs hands* If any Non-Homeschoolers are reading this, just bear with me, Okay?

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PRO: You get to do school at home.

CON: You get pretty tired of your dining room table pretty fast.

PRO: You are never in school for more than a few hours because you never have breaks

CON: You think being in school until 2:00 completely takes away your day.

PRO: You're out of school before any one else in the neighborhood because you don't have random snow days or holidays. Ever.

CON: You never have snow days or Holidays.

PRO: All of your classmates, teachers and principles are family.

CON: All of your classmates teachers and principles are family.

PRO: You can do school whenever you want. You could start at 6:00 AM and no one would mind! (though who does that? Honestly.)

CON: Sometimes this means working on weekends..... yeah.

PRO: You can double up so your family can take a day off for field trips or shopping or picnicking.

CON: You can never call in sick for school. Ever. Unless you have, like, the flu. Then please, do math in bed.

PRO: You get to tell people you're homeschooled and watch their faces.

CON: You have to answer publicschoolers questions. (Are you allowed to listen to music??)

PRO: You can use cassette players and listen to the old radio shows and no one will judge.

CON: Actually, yeah, there's the judge-y but you can just toss your head and say, “Hey, I'm homeschooled.” and they'll leave you alone. But they might laugh.

PRO: You can read more books in a week than most publicschoolers do in a month, or even a year

CON: NERD!

PRO: NERD!

PRO: We tend to be geeks

CON: Not everyone likes Geeks. but oh well, sucks for them. 

CON: Publicschoolers can be super rude.

PRO: But it's all cool, I'm pretty sure they're just jealous.

CON: Jealous people love to hate.

PRO: You don't have to leave the comfort of your bedroom (or your pajamas) to do school

CON: Well I have to change my pajamas but I can stay in my room.

PRO: On the last day of 12^th grade I'm doing school in my PJ's. Because why has everyone done that but me??

CON: Doing school while the kids outside get to sled. What is with that?

PRO: You have some of the greatest friends ever, and they're all homeschooled too.

CON: You have no idea how regular schools works.

PRO: That last CON is more like a PRO but I'm running out of CON's.

PRO: MOVIE. NIGHTS.

CONS: “What's an Iphone?”

PRO: A childhood without technology. Seriously. I can't thank my parents enough for giving me that. (Does that make the other CON a PRO too?)

PRO: Game nights.

CON: Candy Land. (I'm getting desperate with Cons here.)

PRO: Family outings.

CON: ….. Diagramming.

PRO: Seriously some of the greatest field trips ever.

CON: never eating out.

PRO: You get all home cooked meals and they're the best anyway.

CON: You don't get to have Soda.

PRO: But who likes Soda all that much anyway? Okay, cancel that last CON. Soda is only good on occasion.

CON: Okay. I've got nothing.

PRO: The PRO's far out way the CON's.

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TADA!!!! I hope you all enjoyed that!! Oh and I've decided to save my Tolkien post until November because my family is going to do an LOTR Marathon and I want to save it for that weekend.... maybe even do a blog part! (haha!) So.... yeah. Sorry. It's been mad here. I hate being the oldest at home. It really sucks. On the upside I am LOVING my research paper!!

WHO'S GONNA DO NANO???

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Bella

I'm sick. And I didn't do my Tolkien post.

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Last week was Tolkien week and I had every intention to write a whole post dedicated to Lord of the Rings and Tolkien in general. It was going to be glorious! Full of fangirl bliss!! Many gifs and feeeeeels!!! But now it's Tuesday. Tolkien week has slipped by and I did nothing. I suppose I do have an excuse. First, I got sick and I felt too tired and too cranky to write period. (not even in my stories) Second, I was trying to wait for the Tolkien Tag one of my sisters was working on. She didn't finish it in time and now I feel sad. I'm a terrible Tolkien-Girl. *hangs head* I still plan to do the Tolkien Tag once it is done but I really can't post tonight. I'm too tired and I feel funny and my head hurts.

I'm also suffering feels from several different books, one of which I've seen a spoiler to and now feel sick about finishing. It's going to hurt you guys. It's going to hurt bad.

OH AND I HATE ANTHONY HORWITZ. JUST FYI! HE HAS AN EVIL LITTLE MIND! Prepare yourselves, because I'm probably going to do a screaming post when I finish this series. I have a little more than two books left. There is so much pain to come. So. Much. Pain. I'm scared.

Why do I always get sick the minute I sign up for Singing class? Why can't it happen before or after? It's kind of hard to sing when you have a sore throat you guys. And I have a private lesson tomorrow. Yeah. *le sigh*

I'm actually excited, I love private lessons because I have the nicest singing teacher in the world, I swear. He is so sweet. And he is adorable and funny and he makes me laugh. He makes you WANT to sing, and somehow you don't feel afraid doing it for him: he's just so happy to see you. You don't want to disappoint him. I'm just sad I have to be sick for my first one. It makes me sad.


I''ll be back soon with a Tolkien Post! I swear!!! Until then - PEACE OUT Y'ALL!!

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Bella

"Hear that? That's the Maze Changing."

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A few weeks I saw The Maze Runner Trailer. And I remember thinking, "Oh yeah. That thing. That's a book." I'd seen it in the library, and I remembered wanting to check it out but never actually getting around to it. Either I didn't have my card or only book two was on the shelf or we were in and out too quickly to get anything. But then my friend checked out the first book and started shouting at me, so I ran to the library to check it out too. Unfortunately it wasn't there. I put in on hold but the hold list was really, really long. So it seemed I was in for a bit of a wait. Which sucks cause this trilogy had friendships and I WANTED it. Then the movie came out in theaters and my brother invited me out to see it with him and some of my sisters. The book still hadn't come in but I really wanted to see the movie so I decided just this once I could cheat and watch the movie before reading the book.

I took the invite.


OH. MY. GOSH. OH. MY. GOSH. IT WAS SO GOOD!


Just in case, this might have some spoilers. So be careful reading okay? Okay. Good.

Thomas wakes up in a large glade filled with dozens of other boys, all sharing one thing in common. They all were sent up to The Glade in the metal box with no memories and no identity, The boys are sent up one after the other once a month, like clockwork. The only thing they are able too keep after waking is their name. Nothing else. Surrounding The Glade is the giant Maze, boxing the children in like a prison. The only way out of the Glade is through the Maze and it is unspeakably dangerous. It's patterns changes every night and it is infested with the creatures called Grievers. No one has ever faced one and lived to tell about it and those who get stung by one lose their mind and slowly die. It's quite awful. No one goes into the Maze except the Runners, two of the best boys who have taken it on themselves to run the maze by day and attempt to memorize its patterns and find a way out. Meanwhile in The Glade the boys have made a type of community. They grown their own food and make their own homes. The box coming up every month provides the supplies they can't grow or build themselves, like clothes and seeds and such like.

That is until Thomas. He is determined to find a way out of the Glade, even if it means becoming a Runner himself and risking the dangers of the Grievers to find his freedom. But the moment Thomas ventures into the Maze is the moment that everything changes. Suddenly the boys start getting attacked by Grievers during the day. The Maze is changing irregularly. Boys start getting hurt. And then a girl is sent up in the box instead of a boy with a note saying "She is the last one ever."

Very quickly after the dangers of the Maze escalate and getting out of The Glade and escaping becomes the top priority.

JUST WOW!!! Okay! Let me just say this. The whole movie can be summed up in four gifs.

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The story doesn't take any time getting started. You are thrown into the action almost immediately and from the moment you hear, "Day one Greenie...." you are hooked. At first it is  a little disconcerting because The Glade seems so calm, so peaceful. It's disturbing to have something like organized in a place that is surrounded by something so dangerous. You feel like there HAS to be a catch, some kind of price for this quiet little world. And then the Maze starts changing it's rules and chaos starts bleeding through. And then fear. And suddenly the nice Quiet Glade isn't so Nice anymore. And then of course there is the Maze itself. That thing is freakin' TERRIFYING and Thomas being a Runner does nothing for your nerves. There are small, odd moments of calm in the odd, disconcerting Glade, and then you are running through the Maze, being chased by Greavers. Greavers are so awful! They are like these giant metal spiders/scorpions THINGS and they are just awful!!!! They are as bad as Shelob. And there are way more than one. So you spend three quarters of the movie in a perpetual state of panic. It is so intense you guys! I was shocked at how many times I jumped and flailed in my seat. I kept grabbing at Tiny and she would smack me. Especially if I got too fangirly.

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Thomas was brilliant. I loved him instantly. And not just because of his looks. (dat face doe....) He was a really good character. You don't know much about him but you can't help but like him right off. He's reserved and keeps to himself but he can open up when he feels strongly about something. He doesn't let people push him around. He's curious and stubborn. He's loyal. He's a good friend. He's very brave (or very stupid) and does ridiculous, heroic things. He's a leader. He's a rebel. He's a fighter. And I loved that about him. I was very attached very quickly. This happens to me a lot.

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As for the side characters, they were also pretty good. Some of them you didn't get long enough to really have a connection to them, but the main side characters were incredibly likable. There were two in particular that I really liked. One was Chuck who became like a little brother to Thomas, and the other was Newt. I LOVED NEWT. Newt was one of the characters you don't get a lot of but you can't help but see him whenever he is around. He is super cute. He keeps everyone together and always tries to smooth things over and make the best of a bad situation. He thinks the best of people, and he trusts Thomas when no one else will. He is one of the few boys who thinks for himself and seems to have a better mind for what is right and wrong. If anything happens to him I will cry and cry and cry and probably go into mourning for a good number of weeks. And well.... I know the last book is really sad and after the movie I'm very afraid something awful will happen. And I will drown in a pool of feels.

I hate feels.

Newt

DAT FACE DOE

Newt and Thomas are my two favorite characters. I loved them both very much and I can tell that they are going to be something very special in the future. I might have fangirled.  A little bit. a lot. In the theater. And then, afterwards Treskie laughed at me because my little sister Annie didn't see the movie and she wanted to know if it was a brother story and I was like, "Yeeeeees!!!!!!!" and Treskie was like, "OMG Bella! It was barely a friendship!"

She doesn't understand! They share a bond now! THEY SHALL BE BROTHERS!!!!!

She just rolled her eyes at my ejaculation. She thinks I'm ridiculous. I Brotp almost as much as I ship. It's become a thing. The minute I see that two boys are forming a friendship, even if its a small little thing, I'm like.

BROTPING IT!!!

Don't judge. Brotp's are my weakness. I can't help that. I jump on friendship like a rabid rabbit jumps on carrots. (note; I watched pet rabbits once and they never had a carrot. not even one. I fed them salad. lots and lots of salad. I felt like my whole life was a lie.) If they aren't a brotp, (such as Clara and the Doctor or Juliet and Lassadar or Eleven and the Ponds) I am like 

BESTFRIENDING IT!!

I have many older sisters who heave long sufferings sighs at my use of the Tumblr words. But they are so fun to use, and they're really catchy. Just try it. Next time you see a friendship story, like... Let's say Clara and Twelve. Wait until they do something adorable and then say

BESTFRIENDING IT!

I swear you'll feel free. Its even better to say BROTPING IT! That is my favorite after Ship. Ship is just so much fun to say. "Oh I ship it." Ship is such a fun word. and when you say it fast enough it almost feels like one sharp word. "IShipit!"

I hope you enjoyed the Review! I should be posting again soon because this is Tolkien Week and I want to do at least ONE Tolkien inspired post and honor him accordingly. PEACE OUT Y'ALL!

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Bella

All that is gold does not glitter

I love the first days of autumn. I love how the wind picks up and the sky turns that dark velvet blue, growing deeper toward the horizon until it is almost violet it's so blue. I love how the trees are vibrant. They are turning colors but there is still a lot of green so it looks like the tree is on fire, alight with gold's and red's frozen into the perfect Kaleidoscope The sun seeps down through them and makes pools of shadows that play among the grass. And all the trees seem ten times more alive and the air is full of spice and the promise of snow. And it gets into your bones and makes you feel wild. You get struck with mountain fever and you want to run and dance with your hair down around your shoulders, and you want to find great boulders or massive hills of rock and stone and scale them. And rush down along side waterfalls. And tackle trees and climb to the top and just sit there and shout into the wind until you are hoarse and breathless.

That is what happened to me yesterday. Fall is coming and that means everything is starting it's change. I would be lying if I said I wasn't sad; I am. I love my summers and we don't have very long with them. But these past few years we've had precious poor winters and I'm actually kind of excited for cool weather. (haha. I bet that will change by January 8-D ) I sort of ditched everything: writing, reading I even stopped school early, and took off to the meadow with my little sisters. We spent more than two hours there, running up and down through the grass and letting the wild get into our blood until we were too winded and giddy to go on. and then I found what I really needed. A tree. I used to climb trees all the time when I was younger but in the past few years all my regular climbing trees have been systematically chopped down. (which is very sad for me.) So it's been like.... three years since I last climbed a tree. But when I saw this one I just HAD to get up among it's branches. So I did. And it was AMAZING. I forgot how much fun climbing a tree was!!! I got all scraped and my hand's stuck with pitch and bark but it was totally worth it. I felt like I was ten again. We got high enough that every time the wind blew the whole tree would rock and sometimes a great gale would toss up and it was so much fun! It was just what I needed. I've been rather stressed lately and getting to run and climb did a lot to relax me. It even helped with my writers block!

I've been having a really bad case of writers block. And it's frustrating because It isn't plot trouble or character trouble or 'how do I get them out of here now??' trouble. I knew exactly what I needed and I knew what I want. I have nothing wrong with the story itself, I can see the whole of it in my head. I just sit down to write and .... the scenes just don't. At all. They feel wrong and flat and awful and I can't make them flow or seem real and then I get mad and slam stuff around. I can see the scenes. I can act the scenes. I cant' write the scenes. This is very vexing for me.

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After I climbed the tree and spent a day out I decided I had a plan. I would put Broken Trust on the table for a little and work on something else. This is terrifying for me; I have a fear of never finishing something if I stop. But I think a break from the story would help. I've been working with these same characters since May. Roughly. I was working out plots and story lines back in February and March, and that is just about seven months. I think I just need to step back for a little and hopefully I'll feel better when I open the Words Document again. Because as of right now I hate the whole book. I've started work on a sister story though! A real sister story!!! I'm excited I think it will be good. It is going to be a very fairytale-based story, with withes and wolves and cottages-in-woods and lots of dark bits. It should be fun 8-)

I had a moment the other day. I don't know if it is a nerd moment or a geek moment or a mixture of both, but it was a moment. My mom was chopping potatoes and humming the song of Gil Galad, from The Lord of the Rings, and then she muttered to herself; "Not all who wander are lost.... how does that go?" and I just spilled it off for her.

 

"All that is gold does not glitter.

Not all those who wander are lost

The old that is strong does not wither

Deep roots are not reached by frost

For from the ashes a fire shall be woken

A light from the shadows shall spring

Renewed shall be the blade that was broken

The crownless again shall be king."

And she just looked at me and laughed and I laughed too because I had no idea I knew that poem. I don't remember ever memorizing it. I just knew it, like knowing two plus two is four. It was weird.

And that was really random.

You know what else is weird? I am planning to write a book. A book about two Gladiators in Ancient Rome. It is going to be a friendship story and (if I do it right) it should be really, really good.  But I want to make sure to do it as well and as accurately as I can, so I threw myself into the research with great enthusiasm. I've always found Gladiators interesting. I'm not exactly sure why - I'm not even sure when I first hear about them. but I had an odd fascination with them. Researching them has only sparked my fascination more. I know they were awful. I know the idea of two warriors fighting to the death in a ring is terrible and, to be honest, I really don't get why Romans enjoyed it so much. It was brutal and horrific and I certainly would never go to see something like that. But it's not so much the games and the fights that intrigue me: it's the warriors themselves. Who were they? How did they train? Where did they come from? What was it about them that made them stick out so epically in history? I guess you could say it was my nerd coming out, or maybe my curiosity at why these gladiators were never mentioned in any history book that I've ever read. But either way it's an odd thing to be getting excited and even *cough* fangirly about. However to be fair, a lot of the fangirling is due to my story and the friendship I'm going to be writing, not the blood and gore and horror of the gladiators and their schools. So it isn't so weird. Still pretty weird though. Fangirling over my own books? Really? 


As you may have noticed I haven't changed my blog, nor have I done a Prison Break review. I do still plan to do both these things, but it is hard because now I am the oldest person at home and I am doing school and helping teach and making meals and I don't have a much time. I hope I can soon though, because I REALLY want to fangirl about Prison Break. But not yet. not yet.


TILL NEXT TIME!!! Peace Out Y'all!!

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Bella

Stories, Writing and a Movie.

Yesterday was the 13-year anniversary of 9/11. I didn't have a chance to blog, but let's take a moment of silence in honor of all those who served and fell on that day.


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God Bless America

It's almost the end of the school week

Le normal people finishing school

OH YAY!!! TIME TO.... DO NORMAL STUFF! PARTY!!

Le me just finishing school 

Le me putting away my books

Le me opening computer. 

Le me;

Hmmm. I wonder what the best way to break this person heart is.... 

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I've realized something. I think the stories I read and the shows I watch rub off on my stories. Most of the books I plan on writing have some kind of pain in them. It's a problem. I like books with a lot of ... hardship to them. And I suppose its not really a recent think. I've always drawn to stories with high stakes and a lot of conflict and good against evil and heart ache and troubles.... but not because I like being in pain. Some people have asked me that. "Do you like pain? Do you like crying?"

 Well no. It isn't so much that I like crying and getting my heart broken over fictional characters. It's more of a light-in-the-darkness thing I suppose. I was trying to explain this to one of my older sisters who doesn't write and she just couldn't get it. She thinks I'm a weirdo for liking the sad, traumatizing stories that I do. But... Its' not like she thinks. I love stories where it seems like there is all this darkness and pain and evil and you don't think anything can ever be okay again, but then there is this flicker of hope. Somehow, even with all this awfulness going on the characters are able to push on and fight and survive and keep HOPE and even optimism. It's very inspiring for me. Like in Lord of the Rings. If things hadn't gotten so awful and terrible the ending wouldn't have been half so fulfilling, and the same goes for a most books. I love the stories where there is a lot of bad but that bad makes all the good moments so much better. Stories about friendship and family and loyalty and love and fighting for what is right even when it's hard, even when everything is falling apart and you feel like you're drowing. I think those types of stories are very beautiful and amazing.

This is why it irritates me when people say "It's just a story." or "They're not real." or "For pity sake its just a TV show!!!" I always balk. No it is not just a TV show. Stories are powerful and the characters you come into contact with can be just as powerful as a real friend. I can personally attest to this. It's a strange thing that a fake person can inspire you to be brave or to do the right thing or to be optimistic when things are rough. But they can. Characters touch peoples lives. Fictional characters have even SAVED lives. There have been fans who decided to keep going because, "If Sam and Dean could do it, why can't I?"

I've been on a buzz with this recently. These past few weeks the whole "It's just a story!" has irked me to know end. It might be because I've gotten back into writing and have emotionally invested myself into several characters and thrown myself into them and I get very protective. It might also have something to do with me being an actress. Acting makes me even more protective of the fictional world.

I have a hard time explaining myself. I suppose what I'm trying to say is that stories and characters mean a lot to me and it hurts when people say they're fake and I'm silly to like them because they aren't fake for me, they're important. I think stories are incredibly important and I think they can do a lot of good for a lot of people. A friend of mine said that stories are special. Even Christ used stories. He used them to help us understand about Heaven and about who God really is and how He works. He used them all the time, and I think that is saying something. Stories get through to people in a way nothing else can. I believe that with all my heart. And that is a big reason I feel so protective of them.

Talking of stories I watched The Gladiator for the first time the other day.

Gladiator

LDFJSLFJLSLGJ:SDFKJSDLFJSLDFJKSDFJSDF!!!!! I LOVED IT SO MUCH!!!!!! Russell Crowe did an amazing job as Maximus and I completely fell in love with him. He was so freakin' cool!! Of course the movie itself was a little violent and gory. Okay. A lot violent and gory. You know.... Gladiators. They fight to the death in the arena. They're very bloody. In fact some people might think you a little strange for wanting to watch this particular movie. I used my writing as an excuse. I said that I wanted to watch it to help research my new book. (yes I'm working on a Gladiator book. With a friendship. And feels. *hides behind pillow*) And while this was true to an extent I also just wanted to watch it because it looked really good and sad and brilliant and I was not disappointed. I cried. I smiled. I shouted in triumph. I clapped. I was consumed with hundreds of different feels. IT WAS BRILLIANT! HE WAS BRILLIANT! I LOVED HIM!!!! I CRIED!! AND YES!!! YES I WAS ENTERTAINED!

What we do in life echoes in eternity.

I'm going to watch Indiana Jones and try not to freak out over the fact that the third Captain America movie is called The Fallen Son. PEACE OUT Y'ALL!!!!!!

*slides off car*

Bella 

First Day of September



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I haven't posted in almost two weeks. I bet you thought I died. Or dropped off the face of the Earth. Or escaped with The Doctor and have been running around saving worlds. Unfortunately it wasn't the latter. But I am alive! And I don't really have a good reason for the gap between my post except that it has been a very long, pesty twelve days. Sometimes life just doesn't.

Anyway.... LIFE UPDATE!!!!

My uncle is a priest and he's been up visiting so we've been having Mass every morning which is really nice. It gives a nice start to the day and makes you feel more optimistic about life in general. Something I need since I've been a bit moody and angst-y lately. Bright side! Angst means I've been doing a lot more writing lately. (and a lot more acting 8-D ) I'm researching for story set in the Ancient Roman times. It's going to be a friendship story and hopefully, if I do it right, it will be something very original and unique. I'll give you a hint: I checked out a lot of Gladiator books from the library yesterday.

I also checked out the first two books of the Raven Gate series, just 'cause. I've just finished book one. Hehe. Yeah. It was a bit disturbing, especially the ending. I almost stopped I was so disturbed. The only reason I kept going is because a few of my sisters have read the series and there are friendships in it and even though its traumatizing I NEED a friendship right now. I've been on a major friendship high ever since I read Brothers in Arms. It's a serious problem. I raided the library and checked out a bunch of friendships that I've never read, such as Raven Gate, Raven Boys (yes it's different) and the Peculiar. I don't know if its a friendship story but it sounded good. I need something to distract me. My dear friend Jack also sent me her Broken Blade Book which I am SUPER excited for. (She is seriously brilliant. Seriously.)

I watched Wreck it Ralph recently. It was so cute! I thought it would be this kind of silly show and I didn't expect much from it, but WOW! It was so adorable and sweet! It even gave me feels! If you want a fun cute story watch I would highly recommend it. It's really enjoyable.



Ralph & Vanellope

School starts tomorrow. *sigh* I'm a little moody about this but this is my last year and I'll be done soon which is an encouraging thought. I'm going to try and make my last year worth while so during the school year I'm not going to be posting as much. I'll still try to do it once or twice a week but it won't be AS much. Also, I want to put my blog under construction soon and update it a little. Make it more me. If I'm not too busy... (haha.)

Happy  Labor Day! PEACE OUT Y'ALL!!!!

*slides off car*

 

 

 

Bella