In Advance

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

I want to apologize in advance for something. I may or may not be posting a lot in the next week. I'm really focusing on my book, Rebel Yell , right now. One of my goals for this year is to get halfway through my novel, so I'm busy--the year is flying by so fast! I am working on the characters a lot this week, and it is so fun. So please forgive me for any lack of posts. I have a few that I plan on writing (plus the "Before I Die" series") and I want to do them in a week or so. Thanks for your understanding! 

Life, or Death?

Monday, March 28, 2011

There are times when you feel like you can fly. Then, there are times when you can barely walk, and when you try, you stumble. But I haven't felt like that for a long time.Why? What makes me so happy? It could be that I live in a wonderful place; maybe because I've got great friends. Obviously, I'm happy because I am slowly, but steadily, working my way through my novel. You're all wrong. I thought the answer was in the above paragraph, too. But I know the real reason, now. It's so simple.

Therefore being justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ:
 By whom also we have access by faith into this grace wherein we stand, and rejoice in hope of the glory of God.  -Romans 5:1-2

My youth group has been going through Romans in Sunday School, and I am so glad; I never realized what a great book of the Bible Romans is. I love those two verses. I can have peace with God--I know I'm going to Heaven, because I accepted His Son, Jesus Christ, as my Lord and Saviour. But wait, it gets better.

 And not only so, but we glory in tribulations also: knowing that tribulation worketh patience;
 And patience, experience; and experience, hope:
 And hope maketh not ashamed; because the love of God is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost which is given unto us.  -Romans 5:3-5
We can rejoice in tribulations. What are tribulations? They're hardships and trials. And just think, God can give us the strength to rejoice in them! That means that even if everything was taken away from me--even if America was destroyed--I could still rejoice!
  For when we were yet without strength, in due time Christ died for the ungodly.
  For scarcely for a righteous man will one die: yet peradventure for a good man some would even dare to die. -Romans 5:6-7
Those verses kind of stop me in my tracks. For a righteous--or good--man, barely one man will die. But read this:
 But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.  -Romans 5:8
That's a pretty famous verse. And it makes me feel...happy all over, while at the same time, I'm in awe. Jesus, Who had never sinned, never done anything wrong, died for the whole world. And we are all so wicked. Even me. I might not go out and kill anybody, but I'm still a sinner. And JESUS DIED FOR US. I can't stress how important and amazing that is. I am so glad that Jesus died to save me. But in case your wondering, He died for you too.

 "Well," you might say, "I was baptised. I took communion. I believe in Jesus. I go to church; I'm a good person." The Bible says that even the devil and demons believe there is a God (James 2:19). Baptism does not save you. Throughout the whole New Testament, it says that Salvation is by faith. You can't be saved by going to church--that is for Christians to fellowship and learn about God; you can't be saved by being a good person; because being good just doesn't cut it; communion is for Christians, so they can remember that Jesus died for them; baptism can't save you, because that is to show people you're saved, not to save. The only way to be saved is to admit you are a sinner. Romans 3:23 says,
 For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God.

Romans 3:10 says,
There is none righteous, no not one.

You can't get any clearer than that. We are all sinners.

And saying, The time is fulfilled, and the kingdom of God is at hand: repent ye, and believe the gospel. -Mark 1:15
Salvation is so easy. Just admit you are a sinner. Helping someone won't get you into Heaven; you're pastor won't get you into Heaven. Being baptised won't get you into Heaven. "Then what can!?" you ask.

He died for you. Accept Him as your Saviour. Because the fact is, you don't have much time. You could be killed in a car accident tonight. You could have a heart attack. Or Jesus could come back to earth tonight. We don't know when He will come, but we know it's soon, because the Bible has told us about the last days; and we are in them. Don't wait another minute. Don't say, "I'll get saved tomorrow"--because there might not be a tomorrow. Last year, at Youth night, one of the teenage guys was preaching, and he told the
story of a boy named Iggy. Iggy heard about Jesus, and the man that told him asked Iggy, "Would you like to get saved?" Iggy said, no, he wanted to wait. "But I'll see you tomorrow at the basketball court." So, the next day, the man waited for three hours, but Iggy never showed up. He went to Iggy's house; but Iggy wasn't there. The man asked Iggy's mother where Iggy was. With tears in her eyes, she said that Iggy had got in a fight the day before; the boy had had been fighting pulled out a knife, and stabbed Iggy right in the heart.

Iggy wanted to wait to talk about Jesus. But he never got the chance. And that means, that Iggy is in Hell. "A loving God would never send anyone to hell," you say. God doesn't send us to Hell, we send ourselves. God sent His Son to die for us. But will we accept His Son? Jesus is the greatest Gift that was ever given. But we have to accept the Gift of salvation. It's hanging there, waiting for you right now--will you take it?

I hope that this will leave an impression on you. And I really hope--it's my prayer--that if you aren't saved, that you will accept Jesus as your Saviour--don't hesitate. Feel free to give me a call, or e-mail me, or comment--this is the biggest decision in your life. And it's a matter of life or death. Do you choose Jesus Christ (life) or not (death)? I'll leave you with this question:  

                                               Where will you be 5 minutes after you die?

Before I Die... (Part 2)

Saturday, March 26, 2011

#4. I have aways wanted to water ski. Maybe it's because I've grown up watching my family do it. I don't know. But I do.

#5. Make a CD! It would be amazing to totally finish all of my songs and get them recorded. For a senior project, Ashlyn Sound (my musical group with Morgan and Bethanie) is plannig on making a CD. I'm glad we thought of this now instead of the year we entered 12th grade, because it's going to take awhile to get everything totally together. Right now, we only have one guitar, one piano, and...uh, that's about it. Of course, we have a singer or three.

#6. Drive a car. And that by that, I mean not driving in the backyard. Actually driving (anyone who know me--or my family for that matter--knows how I feel about this).

Because Dream are So Much More

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Because dreams are so much more than hopes.

Because nothing is impossible.

Because I want to .

"What's the use of dreaming?" a very old song asks (old as in 1909). I've wondered that myself. May I ask why we dream of starring in a Broadway musical, or playing the piano at Carnegie Hall, when it's *never* going to happen. I may *never* publish a book. So then, why do I waste my time dreaming? Dreaming can really get people into trouble; they start to believe that their dreams are going to be reality. Someone says, "You can't make it, you'll never amount to anything", and we cut off all ties from those people--we think they're just jealous, that they don't know anything. But what if they're right? What if we spend all our time planning and getting ready to be a concert musician? What if we spend our study time starring in plays, or spend tons of money on voice lessons, only to get burnt out--to be proved as a failure?

I can't count the times I've thought about that. I wonder, what happens if I fail? What's the point of dreaming? And each time I think this--although I may take a while to come back to myself--I come to these conclusions:

~Dreams are more than hopes

~With God, nothing is impossible (Matthew 19:26)

~I want to write--and what's more, I can't help writing

~I want to be the best I can be so everyone who has ever doubted me can see they were wrong

~I can use my talents for God

~I've got friends and family who support and love me

~Even if I never publish a book in my life--even if I never finish one, I will still write, because I enjoy it

So everytime I feel like a failure, like there is absolutely no reason to go on dreaming---I'll stop and think about those things.

Because dreams are so much more than hopes.

Because nothing is impossible.

Because I want to.

Changes, Changes, Changes

Monday, March 21, 2011

"[She] collapsed to her feet, tears streaming out of her eyes. Suddenly, all else was forgotten except the body lying in front of her. 'I'm going to get out. I've got to get out.' [The lieutenant's] words haunted her. Well, he had gotten out. After all, whenever [the lieutenant] set his mind on something, he always got it."

--excerpt from Rebel Yell.

So many things change to a plot while you're writing it. New characters get thrown into my path that I can't help but love. Old characters have such sudden mood changes that I wonder who my original idea of the same character was. And then...something bad happens to one of my beloved characters. I don't want it to happen, but it does. That's how I must tell it; because that's the way it is. I'm just now getting used to the awful realization that I have to lose one of my characters. It will make the story better; and it's the only way I can tell the story. So I will persevere. My Civil War novel may look like a completely different book by the time I'm done; but it may--and probably will--be a better book, too. So, I'm going to keep working at it. No matter how many disappointments, no matter how many times I think that my writing is trash--I'll keep it at.

Something Good

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Right now, Annie is sick. The poor thing is coughing half the time. I really feel bad for my little sis. She's sleeping now, though; the rest of us are watching Nascar (the race is at Bristol).

Tonight was Youth Night--and as usual, I loved it. This time, though, we did a joint Youth Night with another youth group; that added to the fun. Afterwards, there was a linger longer (fellowship), but my dad and I didn't stay (the rest of my family was at home, sick), because it looked kind of crowded. So we stopped at the store and got some ice cream for home (after he got me a cheeseburger).

Today, I was thinking of my family--again. I still firmly believe that I am blessed with the best family on earth. I've got great cousins, great aunts and uncles, great grandparents, and great immediate family (mom, dad, brother, sister). When I say "family" most people think I only mean my siblings. But to me, family is much more. Maybe that's because I live next door to my cousins; maybe it's because I've known them my whole life. Our family is extremely close, and I know that I am very blessed because of that. There are some people who can't stand their family; some people don't even know their family. But me? I'm stuck with 'em  : )   And their stuck with me--see, once you have me once, you've got me forever. I always dreaded the days when my cousins would grow up and move away. But they didn't move away. And my cousin Jackie married a great--and funny--guy who fit in with the family just great. Plus, now there's Londan, my adorable 1st cousin once-removed (cousin for short). I can't imagine life without hearing Londan yell in her baby accent, "Emi! Emi!" or wave and shout, "B-bye!". Really, I am blessed. Like that one song in The Sound of Music says, "I must have done something good."

Before I Die...

Saturday, March 19, 2011

I got the idea from another blog of listing three things I want to do before I die (it's a series). I sounded fun, and it will help you get to know me. So, here goes.

1. Get a book published. I really love to dream about this--it would be completely breathtaking.

2. Learn to play guitar. The guitar is one of my favorite instruments (the other two are piano and violin).

3. Lead one of my unsaved family members or friends to Christ.

I challenge you to do the same thing. Every Saturday, write 3 things that you want to do before you die--or something you want to do again before you die. Comment if you plan on doing it, so I can read it!

My Fabulous Four

Friday, March 18, 2011

Another beautiful day. It was 77 degrees, and I spent about three hours playing catch with my brother. We got out his velocity ball, and played around with that, too. I found out that I can throw 40 mph. And my favorite pitch is a four-seamed fastball (or in my case, four-seamed slowball).

It really felt like summer Maybe that's why I started to get into the writing mood--but then, it put me somewhat in a bad mood, because I got sunburned, and now my face is so sore! But really, I am happy. I keep coming up with ideas that seem great for my book, and I think I may have finished the theme song--although I'm still thinking it over. I think that I might put a character sketch of the main character. I'll give you a run over of four of my favorite characters.

Elsie Hatton: The MC (main character). She is sixteen when the book starts, but is extremely mature for her age. Of course, going through the Civil War makes her grow up all the more. For the most part, she is independent, but she relies and looks up to her older brothers. The biggest influence on her life growing up was her cousin, Lee, but over the past year he has changed completely, and Elsie feels like she doesn't know him.

Wade Sumpter: Wade meets Elsie's older brother's Jack and Joe after the battle of Bull Run. He accompanies Jack and Joe home to gather up some horses for the Calvary. And meets Elsie. Probably needless to say, Elsie and Wade start to write to each other, and then they fall in love (I wasn't planning on it, but they fell in love so perfectly). But, thanks to the war, complication after complication arises. And of course, there is Edward.

Edward Cotton: Elsie's childhood friend growing up. She hadn't seen him for nearly three years when he showed up on Christmas, 1860. Then, Edward proposes. Elsie turns him down, because she Edward said that his Virginian town/home is all for secession--and because she doesn't love him. Edward asks her to reconsider it once more before he leaves for home, but Elsie's answer is "no" again. So Edward heads home with a heavy heart, and joins the Confederate army. But they meet one more time.

 Lee Campbell:  Elsie's oldest--and once favorite--cousin. Lee used to be a carefree, happy boy who loved life and fun. But then he became a bitter, dark, young man. No one was quite sure what made the change, but many had theories. Someone who will fight to the death, Lee went to West Point and is a lieutenant in the Confederate army. Even his superior officers wonder what makes Lee the dark man he is.

And those are my four favorite characters. In the original plot, I didn't pay much attention to Lee. In fact, I thought he was just a guy who was a sarcastic sourpuss. Really, there is so much more to him. Wade just...happened. And Edward? Well, he came out of nowhere; even more so than Wade. But, I am thankful for each one, and I really think that they are making the story so much more interesting. Thanks for reading.


Thursday, March 17, 2011

It's a beautiful day here in Meadows. It is 65 degrees, and very sunshiney. Of course, that makes me happy.

What have I been doing since yesterday? Let's see...I have written another song--just lyrics, mind you; the music takes longer than just one day. And really, that's the only momentous thing I have done--other than having my window open! (For those of you who are new to this blog, I love having my window open. It's an obsession, a sign of spring. Something I look forward to over the winter. But enough of that.)

It's just one of those quiet days that can only be spent dreaming. Or at least feeling dreamy. I feel like all I should be doing is sitting at my window, feeling the spring breeze, staring off into space...and maybe even writing some lyrics for a song; just writing down what I feel. I feel so safe, and secure, like I did when I was little. Like this is the only place in the world, like I can do anything. Everything seems perfect. It's at times like these that I am fearless. I don't worry about school, I don't worry about anything. There is only the air, me, and a piece of paper. The words pour out of my soul. And voila! I have a song. I love days like today. Somehow, it makes me feel stronger. And it is because of today that I feel like conquering the world.
                                                                I am undaunted.

My Turf

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

It's not much. "Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home." Most people think that the country is a dirty place; the "hillbillies" don't know anything. That's why they live where they do. But I can say one thing for hillbillies--we're loyal.

I'm happy right were I am. There's the woods and cornfield behind me. The purple mountains surround me. And there's a blue-gray sky above me. Birds are chirping. At this time in March, the air is crisp, and smells of woodsmoke. There is a group of evergreens, as tall as towers, standing straight like soldiers, in my neighbor's yard. A winding path runs through the woods, suggesting mystery. And all the while, the sinks--now named Meadows Lake--lies, deadly at times, a breathtaking wonder. The stone walls add a sense of rusticity.

All these things are part of me. I would defend any of those in a heartbeat. I suppose that's why the ideas for Rebel Yell and My Meadows stick with me, while all others fade away; because in those stories, there is a lot about loyalty to the land. I think I may understand how a lot of the Confederates felt in the Civil War. It's a very complicated feeling, but I think I really do have an idea.

Right now, the sky is turning gray, half from the night, and half from the rain clouds. The trees are gently swaying in a small breeze. The grass is yellow, but it will turn green in a few weeks. Mist is hanging over the valley. The woods are purple. A few birds are fluttering back and forth. Not much, maybe. But I love it with all my heart. I can picture gray soldiers coming out of the woods, like ghost, and it inspires scenes for my book. The clouds have smoothed out, and the sky now looks creamy. This is my turf. And when I come home from church on Sunday, it's like seeing an old friend after being separated for years and years. I know where the crooked fencepost is; I know where the old, run down mill is; and it's mine. It's where I live, and I love it. It's my realm.

I Can't Believe I Trashed It

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

I was reading today through the beginning of Rebel Yell that I had trashed. Then I realized that it was better than my new one. So...I just sat in the same position, dumbfounded. Then I decided that I would rewrite the old beginning. As far as beginnings go, it wasn't that bad.

I am kind of dreading the first draft. And I guess that's because when you write the first draft, the idea is still forming in your head. I might not be absolutely sure where I'm going with the story. Of course, I have a plot, and I know how I want it to end; but things change. When I first started Rebel Yell, I thought I had it all planned out. Now, the story has taken so many turns off of the original plan, that I should be dizzy. But all of the changes are making the story so much better; I really am happy with them. So, along with the...anxiety...of writing the first draft, I really am excited. Especially since I re-read my first beginning. It sparked a sudden burst of inspiration--and I'm going to ignite it.

That's all for now. I am going to work on my book. I feel so excited and nervous at the same time *sigh*

By the way, I want to wish one of my dearest friends, Morgan a happy 15th birthday!

Rebel Yell....

Monday, March 14, 2011

There are many people who walk in and out of your life. Some people walk through unnoticed, but what they did remains. Then, there are those who tape their picture on your heart, and they stay there forever. If for some reason the picture would fall off your heart, there is still some stick--that gooey residue--left on your heart.

I just thought that I would share that thought with you. Because it's so true. And for me, it's not only of real people. Characters leave long-lasting marks on me--two in particular--and books. Speaking of books, once again I am stuck between Rebel Yell and My Meadows Series. I think I am going to work on Rebel Yell, tonight, though. I am working on a theme song for it, right now. And so far, I'm happy with it. I've only got the first verse and the chorus (and that's only the lyrics). I hope to have more lyrics, soon.  I am so excited about this book. I have practically planned out each and every one of the character's lives. I'll tell you a little about it.

Tension between the North and South is tearing a family apart. The Hatton's from Gettysburg, and their cousins, the Campbells from Georgia, are on opposite sides of the war. A once close knit family, they are now bitter enemies. But one of them has a secret. And one someone has the power to either kill or save them. When the secret leaks out, will that person save their friend (or cousin), or let them suffer?

The above picture is the cover idea I made up when I was bored the other day. It's not much, but like I said, I was bored. The real cover will probably have a picture on it. It will look pretty nice. But I didn't have much to work with.

Well, I better get off; my dad wants on. Y'all have a good night!

"Is That How It Ends?!?!"

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Have you ever read a book and thought, "That should never had ended that way!" ? I have. So, I imagined a different ending; how I would have written it. I then decided that when people read my books, they will not be disappointed at the ending. But then I got to thinking. There will always be at least one person who isn't happy. Take any random book. Some people like the secondary guy character better than the main one. So, when the heroine marries the main guy character, some people get mad. That can't be stopped--unless of course you make the secondary guy  be so evil--so utterly despicable that you can't help but hate him. I don't want to do that, though. I just have to accept that there are some people who will get to the end of my book, throw it down, and say, "That was a waste of time!"

Today is a beautiful day--up to 55 degrees. It's great for thinking--even more than thinking--pondering. And it's warm. Plus, I am exceptionally happy because me dark blue shirt makes my eyes look blue--just like the heroine's eyes in my story. But I suppose that kind of happy is a juvenile happiness. And short lived.

So, with the thought that someone will always be unhappy with my books, I will leave you. Somehow, though, the thought of someone being upset by my work doesn't daunt me. I still feel happy. In fact, I might write now. After I wrap my sister's presents. And get ready for her party at seven. It's time for this cleaning Cinderella to find her fairy-godmother.

Happy Birthday, Scout

Friday, March 11, 2011

How can she be eight already?

Happy Birthday, Scout. You make your big sister very proud. Hugs and kisses, Emily.

I've Found It!

Thursday, March 10, 2011

I want to thank you all for your input on which of my stories you liked. It was narrowed down to Rebel Yell and the My Meadows series. I know that I will write both of the stories sometime in my life. But which do I start now? I was thinking of My Meadows. But now... Rebel Yell has been on my mind, and I cannot get it out of my head. So, that's what I've been working on, since last night. I even designed a cover for it (just for fun). I came up with the plot when I was eleven or twelve. And it's still forming. There are both sad parts and happy parts. I'm very pleased with how the plot it coming. Now all I have to do is start the story.

There is not much else to report, other than that I am almost done with my song, I'll Forget You, and I just started a new one. I'm also trying to write a theme song for Rebel Yell.  It's a very bleak, rainy day, and it's good for writing sad things. Rainy days are good for pondering, I think.

That's all for now. My family is watching Hogan's Heroes. And I am going to join them. Because Hogan's Heroes is the best TV show ever. It's awesome.

Tell You About Myself

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

This is a tag; a wondeful tag. I hope you enjoy getting to know me better.

How would people describe your personality? (If they could only use ONE word.) Are they right?
Outgoing. I've heard my mom tell me that.

What celebrity/celebrities would create a “Star-Struck” feeling if you saw them in real life?
Oh, man...Ryan Howard? Cliff Lee (baseball players). Maybe Josh Groban, or Rascal Flatts. I'm not a fanatic, though. Oh, maybe the Pirates of the Carribean Cast : )

Who is your favorite blogger? Why?
Um, that's hard to say. I'll skip that.
What is your comfort food/drink?
 Hot chocolate comforts me (I love chocolate).

Be brave – tell us something very random and weird about yourself.
Okay. Oh man, I can't think of anything (although, I am very random, and sometimes weird).

Do you have a strong desire to do something you’ve never done? What is it?
Publish a book!!!

Movies: Action, Drama, Romantic Comedy, Documentary, Comedy? What are your favorite genres?
I like a mix of everything. Drama, action, romance, with a little comedy (because people like to laugh).

Books: Fiction, Non-Fiction, Romance, Biographies, True Stories, Self-Help, Devotional/Study?
I like fiction (historical fiction is wonderful, too!), and it's always nice if they have a little bit of innocent romance in them, because it makes them more real.

What are your favorite types of reading material?
I like fiction. Historical fiction is awesome, too! And yes, I like a little bit of innocent romance, because it makes the story sweet and real. (Just realized that I practically quoted the above quesetion--hehe)
Music: Funk, Rock, Country, Jazz, Classical, Film Score, Blues, Classic Rock, Crooner, Alternative, Heavy Metal, Techno? What are your favorite types?
Crooners like Bing Crosby, and Frank Sinatra, oldies (some of the Beatle's song), and yes, some country, like Rascal Flatts. Josh Groban is a pop/crooner (and some what like the opera)--amazing voice!!

If you inherited a million dollars, what is the first thing you would do with your money?
Probably give some to my mom and dad, I'd give some to the church, and then I would buy a car! Any money left over would be spent on a piano (like a Steinway!) or a Stratavarious (spelling?) for my friend Sarah. And maybe an awesome guitar for Morgan. Anything else for my other aspiring friends, I'll try to get them. Then I'd go broke. Haha.

Name one weakness of yours (confession is good for the soul).
I bite my nails. It's true. And it's immature, I know. I also procrastinate sometimes.

If you could live anywhere at all (and take all your loved ones with you), where would you go?
This is hard. I don't know if I could leave Meadows, although quite a few others places are cool. And I'd love to see Italy and Hawaii. But if I could live anywhere at all...there is this certain spot on the mountain that overlooks the valley, and I would love to live there one day; it's so breath taking.

Strange Talent? Can you juggle basketballs, put your legs behind your head or perform some other strange feat?
Nope. I used to be able to put my leg behind my head. Some people say I have ESP (I could give you a few examples). Other than that, I don't have any strange talents that I know of.

What’s something you consider yourself to be good at? (Don’t worry, it’s not bragging, it’s acknowledging a God given gift).
Whether it's bragging or not, I'm stil a little hesitant of this. But people say I'm a good writer. And that I play the piano like my mom (and that is a real compliment).

What is one of your favorite things to catch a whiff of?
Cookies!!! And woodsmoke!! And wet road. And freshly cut grass. And a car being washed. And fields being plowed and fertilized. And.... country smells like that. I can't pick. I give up.

When you leave a social gathering, do you wish: You would have talked more or You would have talked less?
A little of both. Mostly talked less.

If money wasn’t a factor, what stores would you shop in?
Staples, Borders, music stores, JC Penny, Macy's. Maybe Target.

What is your greatest fear?
Other than writer's block? Something happening to the people I love.

What is your greatest accomplishment?
I am almost done with two songs that I have written. That makes me very happy :)

What are your favorite animals?
Dogs!! My favorite dog is a German Shepherd. After dogs, I like cats. Although, sometimes cats get conceited.

Are you a hopeless romantic?
Yes. So much.

What movie or book character can you most relate to?
Emily of New Moon, definitely. I am also a lot like Betsy Ray in Betsy-Tacy but Emily of New Moon is me (even our names are the same). We are so much alike it's not even funny--just cool, very cool. I'll be reading the book, and then think, "Am I reading about myself or what?"
That was qutie fun--very enjoyable. I now tag...everybody. Isn't that just like me?

More Snow?

Monday, March 7, 2011

I really can't believe that there is snow on the ground. I'm ready for spring to come. I'm ready to sit by my open window. I think that spring will kind of jolt my senses as far as writing goes. When it's summer I'm in "the zone". I write more in the summer than any other time. I'm always writing. Which leads me to my next point.

After getting plenty of feedback from you, my dear bloggers, I have come to a decision. I am working on Book 1 of the My Meadows Series. Right now, I'm only planning on two books (not much of a series, I  know) but I'm not sure if I'll have a third or not. It would be a trilogy at the most. It's got to end somewhere. I'm still trying to think of names for very important characters. Right now, these are the names I have:

Bella: the main character.

Skylar: Bella's best friend.

Jesse: Bella's other best friend.

Danielle: The new girl in the neighborhood--she also becomes one of Bella's best friends.

Buddy: Danielle's brother; his real name is Asher.

Chase: Danielle's childhood friend.

Now, a few notes. These names all have meanings that hold some kind of significance. Jesse means gift; and Bella feels like Jesse's friendship is a real blessing. Speaking of Bella. Her real name is Isabella. I have always loved the name Isabella, and when I was writing the story, it just got shortened to Bella. Here is the problem, though. One of my friends said that the main character of Twilight's name is Isabella, but everyone calls her Bella.

That's the problem. I don't want people to think I'm a Twilight fan, because I am not. I've never even read the books or watched the movie. The other problem is that people will think I'm stealing the name--and I'm not. I tried to find other names. I thought about Aria. But a lot of people pronounce it "Area" instead of "Are--ia". So, I moved on. Other ideas were, Juliet, Della, Verity, Psyche (when I was really desperate), and many others. But none of I decided to close my eyes, and pretend that I was walking up to my character, and she introduced herself. As Isabella. "Bella, for short," I heard her say. No matter what, I can't find any other name that fits her. So, I'm keeping it Bella, for now.

Danielle is another name that I'm trying out. Her original name was Chloe, but that didn't fit her. So, I'm trying Danielle. Next is Chase. I'm not sure if I'll keep that name, but I think I will. Who knows what could happen by the time I'm done finishing the first draft, though?

Anyway, that's the plan. Kind of. By the way, I need to ask for more advice.  My friend Morgan and I are trying to come up with a name for our band. Our previous name was Perfectly Immature, but we wanted something that sounded more professional. Here are some ideas.

  • Valiant
  • Odyssey
  • Serenity
  • New Civilization
  • Ashlyn
  • Generation Courage
  • The Unknown
  • My Hero
  • Psyche
  • Clique
I had originally thought of naming our band, Avalon but then one of my friends told me that a Christian group has the name (and that was my favorite, too!). Just tell me what you think. Thank y'all!

So...Now What?

Saturday, March 5, 2011

There are thousands of choices we have to make in our lives. Maybe even millions. Some are big, some are small. Some don't matter. Some could change our whole life, and the lives of others around us. We make choices our whole lives; but a lot are made when you are a teenager. There's the decision of what classes to take in high school. The decision to study instead of party. The decision to not go over to speed limit (maybe one of the hardest decisions yet!). A bigger decision is college. But one of the biggest is what to do with our lives.

The biggest decision in our life is whether or not to accept Jesus Christ as our personal Savior. I have made to choice to follow Him. what? I know what. I need to do what God wants me to do with my life. So what do I do exactly? I need to decide to give my life over to God. That is a big decision. I need to give all my talents over to God. There are so many things that I am interested in, but I'm not sure which one will let me serve God better. Should I go to college for nursing? What about music? I've pretty much given up the idea of law school. I just don't enjoy like other stuff. Of course, I'm a writer and no matter what I do, I will always write. Maybe I should just spend my life writing. Right now, I can't think of anything better than being a stay at home mom, and writing. So right now, that's my plan. But now comes the question of college. Should I go to a Christian college? Let me tell you this. I did get a little homesick at the Wilds. So how can I go to Bob Jones University for four years then?  I'm thinking of majoring in music in a college around here. Maybe I'll even take come courses online. I'm not sure. But I'm praying. Because I want to serve God. I love the song from the Wilds, All I Ever Want to Be.

All I ever want to be
Is what you want of me, Lord
I give my life to You.
And all my hopes and dreams and plans,
I place within Your hands, Lord.
I give my life to You.

Many Nicknames

Friday, March 4, 2011

To start this post, I want to thank everyone for giving me some input on my three stories. Like, you, I'm partial to Rebel Yell and My Meadows. My other book, Rebel, doesn't seem as glamorous as it seemed when I first thought of it. So now, I only have to pick between Rebel Yell and My Meadows. I know that I'll write both someime in my life.

Now, to the point of this post. My friend Morgan listed her nicknames on her blog. So I though I'd list mine--even if a few of them are embarassing. This may take a while, too; I have a lot of nicknames, and I might need to make this a two-part post. Here goes.

1.Emilemithy. A long story. One time, when we were camping, one of our friend's cousins gave me this nickname. I have no idea why, though.

2.Empy. My brother gave me this name--it's my least favorite. He calls me this because some people call me "Em" and my middle initial is "P". Simple enough.

3. Bob (aka Bobby). I just asked my brother why he calls me this. He said, "I don't know; it's just one of those names." LOL

4. Bubba. Another nickname from my brother. Hopefully you aren't rolling on the floor, laughing. This nickname is a nickname he gave me to jerk my chain. Because seriously--what girl wants to be called Bubba?

5. Emi. My pappy calls me this. And now Londan. I've gotten her to say "Emily" before, but for the most part, she calls me Emi. And it's so cute.

6. Ema. One of my friends in kindergarden gave me this nickname. When I told her that you spell "Ema" E-M-M-A, she said, "Well, I spell your's, E-M-A." And it stuck. That's also why I now spell "Emi" E-M-I.

7. Emi Paige. My dad calls me this a lot. Example: "What'cha doin' Emi Paige?"

8. M&;M. My Mee-Mee gave me this nickname. Now my friend Sarah calls me this every once and a while. I like it.

9. Emaline. Cassandra called me this (once). I had never been called that before. Except for when one of my friends said that my stage name should be, "Emaline Paigette".

10. Buckwheat. From the movie Little Rascals. We (my brother and I) gave a few of our "Little Rascals Buddies" (our group of friends who we watch the movie with) nicknames from the movie. My brother is Spanky, my sister is Porky (she picked it, not us), and I am Buckwheat. I can't tell you who is Alfalfa--they would get mad at me.

11. Beezus. My mom calls me Beezus because of the movie, Ramona and Beezus. Why? Beezus was an older sister, she wanted her own room...yeah, that's why.

12. Blonde (aka Blondie). Sarah calls me this, when I trip. I've found out that ninth graders can't have senior moments--they have blonde moments. But may I just say: an awful lot of smart people were German (scientists, and musicians) and most Germans have blonde hair. So just remember:

                                                      Blonde is a hair color, not an IQ.

I think that just about wraps things up. I hope that you've enjoyed this post. I know I have. If I think of any more nicknames, I'll let you know. What's you're favorite nickname of mine? Or do you dislike them all and prefer "Emily"? My favorite is Emilemithy. Anyway, have a great weekend!

It's a Three Way Tie!

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

I'm still trying to decide between which of my three favorite stories to write. In case you can't remember, it's a three way tie between the My Meadows series (which I will write sometime in my life), Rebel, and Rebel Yell (I think one will be getting a name change--I don't want the books confused with each other). Maybe you would be so kind as to tell me which you think sounds most interesting. And yes, that means that I'm going to tell you about each. So brace yourselves.

Rebel: Twenty years from now, the government has been diminished to Communism. But one man gathers together a group of Americans who want to change things back to the way they were. The leader is killed, though, and his nephew takes charge. Brynn Mason, the murdered leader's daughter, is a skilled soldier, and is ready and willing to fight, but she her cousins won't let her. Anxious to fight, Brynn volunteers to spy on the government's army, so she can help win a major battle. But will she be able to get important information back in time?

My Meadows (series): This tells the story of a group of kids, growing up and trying to find their place in the world--and believe me, it's full of drama. I've taken things from my own life and dramatized them. You'll laugh, you'll cry, and you'll fall in love with each of the characters.

Rebel Yell:  Christmas, 1860. Two families are in Gettysburg, celebrating the holidays together; the Hattons, from Gettysburg, and their southern cousins, the Campbells (from Atlanta, Georgia). But all is not well. At the Hatton's annual Christmas ball, a fight breaks out between the Campbells, and the locals from Gettysburg. Soon, the Campbells are back home, and a great war--the War Between the States--has started. The family is torn apart, the Campbells fighting for the south, and the Hatton's fighting for the north. But the Hatton's have trouble at home. A rumor is going around that the family is providing supplies for the South. And it doesn't help things any when the two armies come to Gettysburg, and a Confederate soldier shows up at the Hatton's front door, bringing up part of the families past.

So, what do you think? Rebel Yell has a better summary, I think--much more interesting. Maybe that's because I've had two years (at least) to think it over. Some of you may remember it better as the play, Two Little Boys. The plot has changed immensely, and now, it is a novel. Let me know what'cha think. By the way, do you know that I already have a theme song for My Meadows, and Rebel? Now, I only need one for Rebel Yell.