A Challenge Regarding Photography

Heyo, people! Hope you’re having a lovely day! Just dropping by to let ya know that I’m participating in a photography challenge, hosted by Cassia!

Also, I’m really sorry, Cassia. I know I was supposed to put this up last week, but uh.. a lot of stuff happened and I forgot. 😛

Also, (again) this isn’t my end-of-month post or anything. Still trying to capture everything that happened this month in my mind and save it. And trying desperately to finish Camp NaNo. It’s over tomorrow!!! AHH!

Ahem.

Now you know I am alive. See ya!

(my laptop refuses to put up a picture. So sorry for the inconvenience)

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10 Years From Now

A year ago, 2018 seemed new and mystical, a year that held the unknown.

Smack dab in the middle of the year, and it’s very much the same, but so different.

I never expected to be into photography. That I’d start a blog. That I’d be in the middle of writing 2 novels. That everything that’s happened in this year alone would.

And now, I’m seriously wondering what is gonna happen in the future.

Have you ever started those life plan thingys (yes, that’s a word and I made it up, live with it :P)? The ones that go for months and years? I sorta have, only I don’t quite know what to put on it. Anyway, someone once, as part of a tag, asked me what I saw myself doing in 10 years.

I don’t even know what’s happening in 10 months. Or ten weeks, let alone whole years.

I still don’t know.

The future seems so uncertain right now.

And that’s ok.

Because I’m not in control of my life, God is. And the more I think about the future, the more I realize that I can’t rely on myself. I’m weak, and young,  and unexperienced. There’s so much more I have to learn and so little I already know.

Which is why I must rely on God to provide for the future.

And, you know, that’s very comforting. To know that I really am in the palm of God’s hand, that He cares, and that He will be the one providing and showing me where to go. My awesome sister put it like something this: God’s taken care of us already, I know He is able to continue and already is taking care of us.

We just have to trust Him, because in His perfect timing, God will show us what will happen over the years.

So does that mean we should stop thinking about the future? NO! Sometimes it’s fun to wait for things with eager anticipation. Should we worry? No. Because God is in control. All the time.

And I can’t wait to see what He has for me. 🙂

 

Summer + Camp NaNo = Memories to Treasure

It is just me, or does anybody else think the summer is flying waay too fast? But, as they say, time flies when you’re having fun!

Let’s change that: time flies when you’re doing things you love with loved ones, because that’s been my summer. 🙂

Which is interesting, because before I used to lament the fact that we couldn’t do as much as we used to. I’ve learned to take any opportunity that comes my way, and it’s been a blast.

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Niagara Falls is probably the ultimate place for anyone in Canada to see, and as it is, we visited the falls last week. Let’s just say, that in the few years since our last visit, it hasn’t changed a bit.

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Before actually seeing the falls, we usually stop at the Dufferin Islands. Or at least I think they’re called the Dufferin Islands. It’s either much smaller than I remember or I grew up since the last visit. Hm..

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There’s always a mass of people at the falls, and that day was no exception. it was pretty hard to keep up, since I kept stopping to take pictures. XD

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No matter how many times I visit this place, I always have to stop and marvel at this beauty, only one example of God’s creation.

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After dodging tourists other people taking pictures, I started changing up the perspective. Again. 😛 What can I say, I notice different things!

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Not to toot my own horn, but I do like the pictures of the falls through the railing. It was fun to look down- if you’re not scared of heights, and I’m not. Much.

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I took so many pictures of the buildings, but I think I’ll leave you one from an ice cream shop. It reminds me a lot of Whit’s End! (Uh, if you’re not an AIO fan, just scroll past- random fandom thing. XD )

Later in the evening, we went to Niagara-On-The-Lake, a small little town on the edge of Lake Ontario. It was really fun to wade in the lake and throw rocks. Fun story about the fort you see in the picture: some say that fort is on the U.S side. *nods* One day, I’d love to visit that.

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Yep, Niagara was fun, little tiring, and very nostalgic to visit again. I took a lot more pictures, but those will have to do.

*writer’s block*

I’m having writer’s block talking about writer’s block. Ayayay, what shall we do?

In all honesty, I’m really enjoying the miniscule amount of writing I’m doing. The characters, the setting, everything lines up except for the timeline. *facepalm* I’m getting there, and while I’m at it, I got awesome cabinmates who don’t give up. At all. 🙂

Shall I leave you with flowers? Yes, I shall, because I really need to write some more! And go clear up some challenges for Summer Bored Games. 😉 I’ll be seeing ya.

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Artifacts, Animals, And Chickens, Oh My!

*kicks door open with very cool karate move* *winces and hollers in pain*

After much fighting and wrestling, I have managed to get out of my characters’ trap. Zeke and Jake, if you noticed, are brothers in They Called It A Mystery, a mystery novel I’m working on. Zeke, especially, is a bad, bad charrie!! That means character, by the way.

Zeke: I’m not bad! I’m exciting!

Oh, be quiet or I will make sure you fall off a cliff!

Anyway, how am I?

Good question. Here I must launch into what my cousin hates in blogs: just talking about myself. Which I’m not gonna do for the entire post! Just… yeah, let’s go.

I’m tired. There’s so much going on and so much to do and so much to think about and I just would really like to rest.

UPDATE: Just did rest. Sure was great! 

It’s a good tired, I guess. Writer’s block isn’t being very cooperative, so my wordcount hasn’t really gone up. My goal actually went down, to be frank. But it’s ok. Life isn’t measured by the number of words someone writes, right? (hey that rhymed!)

Currently, the summer has gone great. Got to spend time with loved ones, see a few places, and made some really awesome discoveries!

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One of the few places I got to see was the Royal Ontario Museum. Boy, it was fascinating! I’m sure you want to see some more pictures, oui? XD Don’t worry, I won’t go into a crazy photo dump like last time!

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At the entrance was a frosty blast of air conditioning. There also was a huge model of a dinosaur, and the inside hall showed paintings from ancient times.

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 The first exhibit we happened to see was the Chinese exhibit. It was full of old paintings, idols, and old pottery. I couldn’t help but think of Mulan, like the Disney movie. *cues Mushu voice*

Dishonor on you!

Dishonor on your family!

Dishonor on your cow!

In all seriousness though, *clears throat*, back then they were really strict on showing honor. Anything they considered abominable that someone did, boom, big dishonor. I’ve always wondered if kids back then showed more respect then we do today.

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There were a bunch more statues out in the hall, and this old rickshaw. And more idols with weird faces, pottery, and the like.

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This was one of my favorite parts. If you looked up at the ceiling, you can see these words: that all men may know His work.

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The next part was the Native American exhibit. This was so interesting, seeing how people lived back then.  There was some intricate beadwork on clothes, moccasins, and as you can see here, hats! And this was only a small portion of the massive displays they had.

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This next part was…cool and morbid and plain said at the same time. This was the animal exhibit, with-  get this- real animals. Dead, of course. And stuffed.

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Look at that. They positioned the animals in dramatic ways sometimes. This looks like the bigger bird is attacking the littler one, and they’re both dead.

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See this? See this tragic, horrible, fascinating exhibit?? Every animal in them glass case was real!

At least I think it was, I could be exaggerating.

I guess we don’t really get it when we read that sin brought death; we don’t understand the value of life. And this is just animal life. Imagine human lives.

Although they did stuff rats and mice and pigeons, and I am sorry to admit that those little pests deserved it!!

They even put a chicken in there too, poor guy. We coulda eaten her in a Chikfila sandwich. 😛  They also put a turkey, a rooster, and a skeleton of a dodo bird. Fancy that!

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The kids exhibit was really fun! My brother and I wanted to hang out there a little more, but sadly, they didn’t consider us kids. *sobs* The rest of the museum was fascinating, though, so that sorta mad up for it.

Sorta.

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This was the entrance to the Middle Ages/ Britain exhibits. There was some really cool old armor they had back then, and some interesting weaponry. I and my brother spent some time staring at the swords, for design purposes for our stories, of course. It was  great research, though I did get some strange looks for trying to get the guns memorized in my head.

Being a writer sometimes means being eccentric. Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious eccentric. It was just for research you understand!!

Ahem. Moving on.

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This was the inside of a Victorian living room. The tea set was fancy. In caps. ‘Nuff said.

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Arguably the most sobering exhibit at the museum was the evidence room, a room devoted to the evidence that the Holocaust, the biggest mass murder in history, really happened.

Like I said earlier, we don’t really think about the value of life, at least until something forces us to think about it.

In my case, it was history that forced me to realize how valuable life is, and how depraved we are without Christ.

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The last exhibits we saw before the museum closed was the Egyptian exhibits. The walls had.. hieroglyphics? drawings? on them. One of the strangest things we saw was an urn for holding ashes. It wasn’t the urn as much as the chicken on the urn lid. What on earth what it doing there???

Ahem.

I actually took a LOT more, but those will have to suffice. Now, I better get back to wordsprinting, but do tell me how you’re doing, won’t you? As always, thanks for reading!

 

 

 

Hee-heee heee-eeeee ha! :P Hacked!

Ha! This is fun!

I know, right?

Wait, how are these people gonna know which one’s you and which one’s me?

Uh….. good question… how about I’ll be in italics, and you’ll be in bold? 

hm.. sounds good, but we should probably let these readers know who we are, since… *gulps* this isn’t our blog. 

Oh, yeah, right. Ok then. Hey everybody! *waves* In case you don’t know who we are, we’re definitely not Jo, the girl whose blog this is… she’s currently in a locked room with no windows, trying to get out. 

You shouldn’t have said that, Zeke, now everyone will think we’re serial kidnappers.

Nah! She’ll be fine, I’m sure. *yells* Hey Jo, you ok in there? Hey, Jake, type down what she says, will ya?

“Let me out, you morons, or I’ll break this door down if it’s the last thing I do!” Yeesh, Zeke, she sounds angry. 

Probably cause that’s the last of the pizza. I wouldn’t worry too much. Anyway, yeah if you’re wondering where Jo is, she’s there! 

And we are.. hehehe.. her awesome characters, of course. 

Ha, villians, more like!” Yeesh, Jo, have appreciation for us. We’re pretty decent people!

Ok, ok, Zeke. We need to formally introduce ourselves to the world. 

Huh, ok. Well, hi everyone. If you have been reading this until now, I’m Zeke.

And I’m Jake. I guess I’ll have to explain why we’re the ones posting this and not Jo, since Zeke is about as easy to understand as all those extra emojis. 

Excuse me???? I am-

Well, we’ve seen Jo blog for a while now. For, em, maybe since she started this blog. And Zeke-

I’m telling this part, Jake, like it or not!

*sighs* Go ahead. 

Awesome! So, we wanted to try out this blog thing too,  but Jo was so negative about the whole idea. “You’re characters in a book, guys. Not even the main one. Don’t. touch. my. blog.” she said. Which left us out for…. a long time. Finally 15 minutes ago we were able to lure Jo into a lovely trap we got, we simply put pizza into a room and locked the door! It was probably a good thing we hacked her laptop when we did, seeing that this thing has.. 70 followers! Wow! 

“If I lose a follower to your weird, crazy, grating, annoying self, I am writing you out of They Called It A Mystery and making Gale an only child!” Zeke… she’s getting mad.. 

The door’s locked, Jake! What could she do?

Maybe kick the door open and kill us…

Ugh, lighten up already, Mr. Pessimist.

Why should I? There’s so much bad stuff in the world. 

Not again! Look, what does this have to do with our blog post? 

We technically shouldn’t even be making a blog post on another person’s blog!

Bleah, I’m sure Jo doesn’t mind. Right- yikes! That wouldn’t be the sound of a door being broken, would it?

Uh huh! Uh huh! Ahhh!!! 

Hello, Zeke. *cracks knuckles*

Uh, he, hi Jo. Didn’t think you could get out of that..

You do realize that room had tools, right? Hammer, nails, saws? For cutting wood?

Oh-he, bye everyone! If you will please excuse us while Jo discards her metal baseball bat. 

I told you this was a dumb idea! Why did we do it in the first place??? Yikes!

It was fun while it lasted! Ahhh we gotta get out before Jo whacks us-already did! Byeeeeeee 

Hopefully we’ll still stay in our book…

 

Bwahahaha- You Have Entered My Works In Progress- BEWARE!!!!!

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Before I begin, I would like to say that under no circumstances whatsoever is anyone allowed to use any of my ideas. That’s a lovely thing called plagiarism. Also known as stealing. If you want to steal ideas and stories that took me YEARS to make up, go right ahead! At your risk, however. *glares threateningly*

Oh! Hi there!

Now, if you just read that warm and welcoming introduction, you probably know that I’m gonna be talking about my stories. Also sharing pictures just cause.

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My bell pepper plants started flowering! proud micro gardener right here. 

My stories.. oh, my whole brain is filled with them. Ever since I was… a lot younger than I am now, I’ve always played out scenes and met characters in my head and traveled to different worlds.

It’s only been early this year that I finally decided to actually write them.

Thus Camp NaNo.

Correction: Thus the awesome, wonderful idea that pushes you to write more than you have before.

Currently, motivation to write is coming in.. slowly. So, hopefully, I can kick start it by talking about my stories, what made me motivated to write in the first place. So here goes!

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Sparklers.. cause hopefully a spark of inspiration will come to me..

They Called It A Mystery

All budding photographer Gale Durnham wants is for her soldier father to come home to their one- horse small town life. But when three strangers come in, Gale must find out why- or else her father won’t have a town to go home to.

This was my first actually drafted novel, and one of my favorites, despite the fact that this was written completely pantsing. No plot, no outline, nadda, zilch.

Which may have been why I wrote in characters I’m too scared of and crazy ideas and now it’ll be years before I touch it again. It worked in April, my first Camp NaNo, but now? XD You want a snippet? I’m sure you do.

At last, I reached the corner booth. Danielle was still absorbed in Pride And Prejudice, but the men were intently studying a large map spread on the table and muttering some thing about-

None of your business, Durnham! I scolded myself. Plastering a smile on my face, I interrupted their– greeted them again.

Well, here are your orders. One Morning Glory Special and two plates of pancakes with hash browns.” “Thank you,” Andrew said, slightly agitated.

Like it was my fault I kept interrupting his oh-so important business. This is a diner, after all.

Danielle closed the novel and dug in. Andrew did likewise. But the man with the scar was slow to pick up his fork, and before I turned to leave, he asked me, “Have we met before?”

I stopped, startled. Looking straight at his scarred face I told him, “No, I wouldn’t count on it. Have a good day.” I smiled and left. That sense that was bugging me since I took their order came back, and I was left confused.

I came home tired, and mystified at how that man seemed to recognize me. I certainly never met him in my life. I went up to my room, grabbed my camera, and began scrolling through the pictures I took at Pine Hill. I stopped to look at a landscape shot I took. I could clearly see three human shapes in the picture. Could it be the strangers at the diner? I thought.

Turning off my camera, I shook the thought from my head and went to sleep.

Chapter 4

It was a few weeks from that day when my story continued.

This was probably my most favorite, since I drew so many things from real life into this story, and I was free to add whatever I wanted. *pats story affectionally* I’ll get back to it someday.

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May I introduce Machu, a tame hedgehog? He’s a pet of my friend’s. A charming little fellow, I must say!

Mirages

In the Illid, a country attempting to remove any ideas of God, the Penners, Christians, must find a way to escape the land and get past the giant wall. But will Dareine’s best friend Solidan, a trained secret agent to hunt down all Christians, get in the way?

My current work of art- I mean, in progress. This story has been in my mind for maybe 3 years now, and it’s only now that I’m putting it to words.

After the dreadful happenings to They Called It A Mystery, I PREPARED for this one. Every free template from Evernote, every article I could get my hands on, on worldbuilding, characters, the whole 9 yards plus a foot.

So why am I stuck?

Maybe it’s because the more I read it, the worse it looks. Maybe it’s because I haven’t got any feedback. Or maybe (and most likely) I need to JUST DO IT.

Very motivational Jo. Why thank you. *bows* Let’s put up a snippet shall we?

The sky looked as threatening as the thunder sounded. A chill was in the air, sweeping through and settling in. Lightning crackled, giving the 20 foot wall an intimidating look.

Then again, it was intimidating enough without the lightning.

People hurried home through the pouring rain, dodging the falling drops of water. Water was sprayed from speeding cars, drenching whoever was in its wake.

Through it all, Jakob Penner slowly made his way home. Work for the government was no easy task, especially if staying late was required of him. But Illid needed the work, and Jakob Penner needed the money. Jakob took a glance at the huge white office building where he was employed. It stood like a beacon, of, well, everything Illid stood for.

What they stood for was so different from what he did.

It was a long walk from the office building to home, for a car was out of the question. The rain was merciless on those whom it fell on, and Jakob’s coat, durable though it was, could not stop him from shivering in the cold. As he walked the lone streets, a light shone brightly despite the others. It was the light from Jakob’s home. With a smile on his face, he hurried up the porch. Shivering, he went in.

Instantly, Jakob was refreshed by the warmth of the Penner household. And by the sounds of a loudly humming lady banging on what sounded like a pot. With a grin on his face, Jakob peeked into the kitchen.

“I’m home, Esther.” he said gratefully.

Esther didn’t hear him, unfortunately. Her earbuds were playing on full blast as she hummed and stirred something in a pot, blissfully unaware that her tired wet husband was home from work.

Jakob stepped into the kitchen and gave his wife a hug. Quickly, the hum turned into a shriek as Esther ripped her earphones out and, in self defense, whacked the poor man with her sauce-covered spoon.

“What in the world- oh! Jakob! Ayayai!” She exclaimed, setting her spoon down and giving the slightly shocked Jakob a hug. “You should’ve warned me!” Esther scolded, stuffing her earphones into a pocket.

“And spoil the singing?” Jakob retorted.

“Humming, dear one. Very different.” Esther corrected, going back to her sauce.

Jakob smiled, then looked around contentedly at the small place they called home. It was snug and cozy, though terribly cold in winter, and terribly hot in summer. Books lined the shelves and were scattered on the floor. A little table, one clearly meant for a child, was covered with drawings. Which reminded Jakob that something was missing.

“It’s unusually quiet here.” Jakob commented. Esther gave him a look.

“If you’re wondering about our kids, they’re here alright. It won’t stay quiet for long.” Esther jokingly warned, then raised her voice louder. “Phil! Callie! Your father’s here!” The announcement probably wasn’t necessary, for the moment she uttered the words a loud bang sounded, startling the parents. The sound of pattering feet echoed through the house as booms banged each step on the small flight of stairs.

“Dad! Daddy! Hi! You’re back!” A pair of little voices chirped as two children ran to their father, who received them with wide open arms. “Ah, I’ve missed you both so much!” Jakob said, holding them close.

“But Daddy, you only were gone for the day. How could you miss us?” Callie, a happy six- year-old asked, puzzled. Phil groaned.

“You’ll get it when you’re older, Cal.” Phil said with a slight superiority. Jakob shook his head at them both.

“Well, hon, Phil’s right in a way.” Jakob said gently. Callie frowned.

“I never get to be right.” she pouted. Phil started to laugh, but stopped at a stern look from his father.

“Uh, well, maybe one day you will.” Mr. Penner comforted. “Phil, have you seen Dareine?” he asked. Phil shook his head. “Nope. She had a study hall and stayed after school.”

“I see.” Jakob said. He glanced at Esther, whose eyes mirrored the slight fear that was in his own. “She’ll be fine, Jakob. We can call her at anytime.” Esther spoke reassuringly. Jakob nodded, and as he turned his attention back to the two, he prayed. “Please, God, bring Dareine home safe.”

Outside, the rain hit the roofs, the thunder sounded, and the wall loomed over Illid.

 

Jo, that was a chapter, not a snippet. *facepalms* Oops! Hope you don’t mind, everyone. Hehe, don’t worry, this will be heavily edited later on.. like after July.

Last one, y’all! Please bear with me!

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And now I present another long group of flower photography.. you’re welcome. XD

Remember Me

Ten outta ten, I’ll be changing this title. For now though, this is something to look forward to after a while.

Remember Me is the story of a young girl, who is struggling to help her family out and doing, what she loves the most, wondering if she can do both without hindering either of them.

And the reason why that was so short was because I just thought of it a few days ago. *facepalms* But I did write some for it- of course you’d like to see?

Rachel walked home in the pouring rain, in her coffee shop uniform and hoodie, carrying large bags of groceries. Her thrift store sneakers weren’t waterproof, but at this point, it didn’t matter. She crossed the large bridge over the highway, stopping halfway to glance down at the traffic below.

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And that’s the gist of it! Phew, that was a long chunk. And that’s what’s been in my mind for a while. The day I actually write them all out will be a long time coming, but hopefully it will be a literal day.

Life however, hasn’t exactly given that day yet- maybe thanks to writer’s block. We’re doing a paint job, for one.

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And- oh, there’s things here and there. 🙂

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So to sum up, there are so much stories on my mind, my DSLR is lovely, it’s hot outside, I’m stuck with writer’s block, and Enni, Tess, and I are running for Queen Of the World. I beg you people, please do not pick Enni! Contrary to popular opinion, I actually am sane, half of the time. And I work hard, sometimes. And I’m just downright honest! 😉

Well, if you’ll excuse me, I must go burn the midnight oil and write some more. See ya!

It Started With A Bang

Hello world. I am dying.

Of writer’s block, for one. And of laughter.

It’s only been 4 days and already this month has been so rich.

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 My bell peppers are showing signs of fruit!

July the first was the start of one of the funnest, stress-giving ideas ever conceived: Camp NaNoWriMo.

Lemme just say the girls in my cabin are awesome, and wacky, and it is great.

I forgot just who I wordsprinted with. I know I stayed up late and laughed and laughed some more. I also ate a teaspoon of bacon crumbles. Watched the fireworks.

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 Some bad pictures of the fireworks. 

July the second: The air conditioning died. And I died, of pushing around writer’s block.  So I gave it up for a few hours and helped my sister with the dreaded.. summer cleaning.

Actually, even that wasn’t too bad, because I found this book of speeches from the 1900s and they were so old, and ancient, and I found I can pull off a British accent. My sister and I died laughing. We also have boxes of old notebooks from back when I was in kindergarden. I did not have very good grammar back then.

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For some reason, I thought this angle was interesting.

And I burned the midnight oil wordsprinting. Again. That helped plenty! And also met a very cool character- whom I’m not allowed to talk about, says the author. Very well. And the fireworks were beautiful.

July the third- Summer cleaning is equivalent to torture!! Pained torture!! We had boxes and boxes of junk, books (not junk), and old videotapes from when I was one. I was one a long time ago. Goodbye, Bambi!

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Pictures of flowers because they’re much nicer than boxes. XD

Spent time in the cabin with Tess and Enni, and we were….. well…. Staying up til 12 writing can do things to you. XD Enni, you are the queen of wordsprinting, and ain’t nobody gonna take that away from you!

Exchanged wild comments and tantalizing snippets, and argued over another character. *facepalm*

July the 4th: Happy Independence day, y’all!

We’re almost out of bacon crumbles.

Summer cleaning has reached maximum pressure.

Wordsprinted with Liz and Enni,  and Enni just blew us away, again.

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Also did I mention I died of laughter? I did- again.

Probably the best thing of the month (so far) is being able to connect with people. My family, crazy cabinmates, connecting with them has really been a huge highlight for me/

And that’s a recap of life! Just so you know that I’m alive. XD If you need me, I’ll be typing furiously at my laptop, throwing out ancient toys, or wordsprinting with Enni and losing. See ya!

Don’t worry! I’ll be around.. *chuckles ominously*