This post has been on my mind a lot recently. I love listening to music while I write. It helps me feel inspired. Even when I'm not writing, I'll hear a certain song on the radio or on my iPod and suddenly I'll be thinking about my stories. Have you ever flipped on the radio, heard a song, and immediately thought about a certain book or movie?
And, no, that song can't have been part of a movie soundtrack.
I might not be making much sense. It's okay if you don't get it--yet. Let me give you an example.
I was in the car on my way back home from a violin lesson when I heard "I Will Wait" by Mumford and Sons. I've heard that song dozens of times, but for some reason when I heard it this time, my thoughts went straight to a book I've been writing recently, a medieval fantasy novel called The Sorceress. I could imagine certain scenes in the book set to that song perfectly. Suddenly, I was designing a trailer for the movie adaptation of the book in my head. I had a whole cast and everything.
Now I may have been getting ahead of myself, but that's how you get inspired. Not by trying, but by not trying. Inspiration strikes you like a bolt of lightning. It's quick and sudden. If you don't grab it and hold on to it, it'll slip away.
Something I love to do in my writing is to imagine my whole book as a movie and design a soundtrack for it. If I can imagine certain scenes set to a certain song, I'll add it in my soundtrack. I can tell you exactly when each song would play in the book/fake movie. Sometimes the soundtracks only have two songs, and other times they have twelve. "The Sorceress Soundtrack" has been revised multiple times. I've added and taken out songs too many times to count. When I'm writing that book, I'll listen to my soundtrack for inspiration. I'm listening to "The Sorceress Soundtrack" as I write this, since I was just writing The Sorceress. Here is the soundtrack at the moment:
"Eyes Open" by Taylor Swift.
"Kingdom Come" by The Civil Wars.
"Safe and Sound" by Taylor Swift.
"Lights" by Ellie Goulding.
"Counting On You" by Mikey Wax.
"Home" by Phillip Phillips.
"Chasing Cars" by Snow Patrol.
"I Will Wait" by Mumford and Sons.
These songs are some of my favorites. A few of the songs in the soundtrack are from "The Hunger Games: Songs From District 12 and Beyond." That album is one of my favorite albums. The songs are either intense, calm, or moving, but they are always inspirational. Sometimes I see similarities between my main character, Anya Perriwinkle, and Katniss. My inspiration has come from The Hunger Games, whether it be the book, the soundtrack, or the movie, multiple series by Tamora Pierce, and music.
Now, if you will excuse me, I have more writing to do.
What do you do for inspiration? Do you listen to music while you write? Do you think you'll make a soundtrack for your book in the future? Leave a comment! :D
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Monday, March 25, 2013
Poetry Contest
Remember how I won our local library's poetry contest in 2010? Well guess what?
I won again this year!
My winning poem, "The Monster Under My Bed" won alongside my friend Dana's poem, "I Love To Read." I think Dr. Seuss (along with my dog Scout) inspired me when I wrote this:
The Monster Under My Bed
I yawn and stretch and look around.
The world is quiet.
There is no sound.
But then I hear a growl below,
And with a startled jump I know,
That something green from toe to head,
Is lurking under my bed!
Slowly I lean down to see,
If this thing is scary and wants to eat me.
Then I think that I might be,
Overreacting and being silly.
This monster may not be so bad,
He might be the best friend that I never had!
He might want to eat cookies and play hide and seek,
This monster might be very meek.
But then the monster growls again,
And I jump and squeak and cover my head.
I take a deep breath and lean down and see,
That the monster isn’t a monster,
It’s just my silly puppy.
What do you think? Which one do you like better?
I won again this year!
My winning poem, "The Monster Under My Bed" won alongside my friend Dana's poem, "I Love To Read." I think Dr. Seuss (along with my dog Scout) inspired me when I wrote this:
The Monster Under My Bed
I yawn and stretch and look around.
The world is quiet.
There is no sound.
But then I hear a growl below,
And with a startled jump I know,
That something green from toe to head,
Is lurking under my bed!
Slowly I lean down to see,
If this thing is scary and wants to eat me.
Then I think that I might be,
Overreacting and being silly.
This monster may not be so bad,
He might be the best friend that I never had!
He might want to eat cookies and play hide and seek,
This monster might be very meek.
But then the monster growls again,
And I jump and squeak and cover my head.
I take a deep breath and lean down and see,
That the monster isn’t a monster,
It’s just my silly puppy.
What do you think? Which one do you like better?
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
The Story Cartel
For all you writers out there, here is a link for something I found called "The Story Cartel." (Click HERE). I've gotten some samples of "The Story Cartel Course" and it is awesome. It's very detailed about things you can do to make your story better, but it's also to the point. Joe Bunting, the guy who runs "The Write Practice," is the one who does "Story Cartel." I highly recommend you check it out.
Happy writing! :D
Happy writing! :D
Sunday, March 17, 2013
Nooooo, Google Reader!
This morning I logged on to Google Reader to find this message covering the screen:
Google Reader will no longer be available on July 1.
Nooooooo! I probably follow at least 50 blogs! There's no way I can check every one individually each day! I really hope someone else takes over Google Reader so I can keep using it. In the mean time, if you follow my blog by Google Reader, I suggest you start following me by e-mail, too, so you can keep up on things.
Blarg.
Google Reader will no longer be available on July 1.
Nooooooo! I probably follow at least 50 blogs! There's no way I can check every one individually each day! I really hope someone else takes over Google Reader so I can keep using it. In the mean time, if you follow my blog by Google Reader, I suggest you start following me by e-mail, too, so you can keep up on things.
Blarg.
Monday, March 11, 2013
Beauty and the Beat - An Album Review
As part of our school, my brother and I each chose an album to listen to throughout that week to review on our blogs. I chose "Beauty and the Beat" by the Go-Go's, which I got for Christmas.
The Go-Go's are happy and fun. Their music is upbeat and great to dance to. They have great harmony. The songs got stuck in my head very quickly. I like to listen to songs while I clean my room such as "Call Me Maybe" and "Brighter Than the Sun" so "Beauty and the Beat" was another great addition to my "Cleaning Up Playlist." They reminded me a lot of Cyndi Lauper. A lot of their songs sound the same and I thought that they could've had a bit more variety, but overall the album was fun to listen to.
The album had 11 songs total, but my top three favorites were "Our Lips Are Sealed," "We Got the Beat," and "You Can't Walk in Your Sleep (If You Can't Sleep)." "Our Lips Are Sealed" sounded as if it could've been the opening song for a movie. "We Got the Beat" is one of their more famous songs and is just fun and happy. "You Can't Walk in Your Sleep (If You Can't Sleep)" had really cool harmony and different singing parts that sounded really great together. (Sorry, I could only find a live video for "You Can't Walk in Your Sleep (If You Can't Sleep).")
I would give this album a 4 out of 5.
The Go-Go's are happy and fun. Their music is upbeat and great to dance to. They have great harmony. The songs got stuck in my head very quickly. I like to listen to songs while I clean my room such as "Call Me Maybe" and "Brighter Than the Sun" so "Beauty and the Beat" was another great addition to my "Cleaning Up Playlist." They reminded me a lot of Cyndi Lauper. A lot of their songs sound the same and I thought that they could've had a bit more variety, but overall the album was fun to listen to.
The album had 11 songs total, but my top three favorites were "Our Lips Are Sealed," "We Got the Beat," and "You Can't Walk in Your Sleep (If You Can't Sleep)." "Our Lips Are Sealed" sounded as if it could've been the opening song for a movie. "We Got the Beat" is one of their more famous songs and is just fun and happy. "You Can't Walk in Your Sleep (If You Can't Sleep)" had really cool harmony and different singing parts that sounded really great together. (Sorry, I could only find a live video for "You Can't Walk in Your Sleep (If You Can't Sleep).")
I would give this album a 4 out of 5.
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Before and After--The Process of Creating a Query Letter
As requested by my mom, I have decided to write a post about my query letter. The first draft and the final draft (at least I think it's the final draft) will be posted below. But first a few tips that I've learned:
1. Go to this site for everything you need to know about query letters. The woman doing this is brutally honest, but very effective and helpful. She definitely knows what she's doing.
2. Start your query letter with a bang. You need a nice hook that will get an agent's attention.
3. Be specific. Don't use words like "some" or "very." A sense of mystery is okay, but you don't want to be too vague. The agent will be left feeling clueless!
4. Thank the agent for their time and consideration. Apparently a lot of people neglect to do this. You can't just hand over a query letter without thanking them for taking the time to read it. Then you'll come across as cocky and entitled.
And now for the query letter finale:
BEFORE
To Whom It May Concern,
Cassandra Day is a unicorn. She lives in a world called Fantasya where magical creatures from royal Pegasi to tiny elves live in peace. Well, they used to live in peace. Gargamouth, a giant with a hot head, wants to take over Fantasya and rule all of the creatures living in it by killing off the unicorns and Pegasi using his army of trolls and elves. Cassandra knows she must she must stop Gargamouth, and her best friend Cornelia, who is also a unicorn and is a bit better about plan-making than Cassandra, wants to help her.
But before either of them can do something about this gigantic problem, they are both whisked away to Earth where they must blend in with the humans. Cassandra and Cornelia disguise themselves as humans and search for a way to get back, meeting all kinds of danger along the way, such as nearly getting captured by trolls and exposing themselves to the human race. Can they defeat Gargamouth and bring Fantasya to peace once again?
I would love it if you could represent my book Fantasya: A Giant Problem. It is a complete 23,541-word manuscript and the first book in a fantasy trilogy intended for middle-grade kids, but I think all ages will enjoy it.
I am a twelve-year-old homeschooled girl who loves to write. I won our local library’s poetry contest in 2010, I write for our local library’s newsletter, I won an honorable mention for the Hershey Story Contest, I have a blog (themagicviolinist.blogspot.com), and I write a monthly post for The Write Practice (thewritepractice.com).
Thank you for your time and consideration and I hope to hear from you soon!
Sincerely,
Kate XXXXX
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AFTER
To Whom It May Concern,
If someone doesn’t defeat Gargamouth the giant, all of the unicorns in Fantasya could die.
Cassandra Day, a unicorn, needs to defeat Gargamouth if Fantasya, a world full of magical creatures, will ever be at peace again. Cassandra and her best friend, Cornelia, another unicorn, devise a plan to conquer the hot-headed giant. But when they accidentally touch an Earth Flower they’re whisked away to Earth where they must blend in with humans to survive.
How will the unicorns hide from humans, escape from the trolls who threaten their lives, and return to Fantasya to defeat Gargamouth? If they don’t, will Fantasya fall into ruins? Will all of the unicorns die?
Fantasya: A Giant Problem is a 23,500-word middle grade novel intended for children ages 7-12. It is a story of how friendship and teamwork can conquer any task.
I am a homeschooled girl who loves to write. I post at my blog themagicviolinist.blogspot.com two to three times a week, and am a monthly contributor at thewritepractice.com, a blog for writers. The Write Practice has over 6500 subscribers and nearly 30,000 monthly readers and was voted one of the Top Ten Blogs For Writers in 2012. I write for the Annville Free Library’s newsletter and won a poetry contest at the Lebanon Community Library in 2010.
Thank you for your time and consideration and I look forward to hearing from you soon.
Sincerely,
Kate XXXXX
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I'd like to give a little shout out to our family's friend Dave and also to Michelle from Random Writing Rants. Thanks so much for helping me out! :D
So be honest. If you were an agent and saw this query letter would you ask for more pages? Would you even be interested at all? Would you think I'm not experienced enough and have no idea what I'm doing? Leave a comment! :D
1. Go to this site for everything you need to know about query letters. The woman doing this is brutally honest, but very effective and helpful. She definitely knows what she's doing.
2. Start your query letter with a bang. You need a nice hook that will get an agent's attention.
3. Be specific. Don't use words like "some" or "very." A sense of mystery is okay, but you don't want to be too vague. The agent will be left feeling clueless!
4. Thank the agent for their time and consideration. Apparently a lot of people neglect to do this. You can't just hand over a query letter without thanking them for taking the time to read it. Then you'll come across as cocky and entitled.
And now for the query letter finale:
BEFORE
To Whom It May Concern,
Cassandra Day is a unicorn. She lives in a world called Fantasya where magical creatures from royal Pegasi to tiny elves live in peace. Well, they used to live in peace. Gargamouth, a giant with a hot head, wants to take over Fantasya and rule all of the creatures living in it by killing off the unicorns and Pegasi using his army of trolls and elves. Cassandra knows she must she must stop Gargamouth, and her best friend Cornelia, who is also a unicorn and is a bit better about plan-making than Cassandra, wants to help her.
But before either of them can do something about this gigantic problem, they are both whisked away to Earth where they must blend in with the humans. Cassandra and Cornelia disguise themselves as humans and search for a way to get back, meeting all kinds of danger along the way, such as nearly getting captured by trolls and exposing themselves to the human race. Can they defeat Gargamouth and bring Fantasya to peace once again?
I would love it if you could represent my book Fantasya: A Giant Problem. It is a complete 23,541-word manuscript and the first book in a fantasy trilogy intended for middle-grade kids, but I think all ages will enjoy it.
I am a twelve-year-old homeschooled girl who loves to write. I won our local library’s poetry contest in 2010, I write for our local library’s newsletter, I won an honorable mention for the Hershey Story Contest, I have a blog (themagicviolinist.blogspot.com), and I write a monthly post for The Write Practice (thewritepractice.com).
Thank you for your time and consideration and I hope to hear from you soon!
Sincerely,
Kate XXXXX
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AFTER
To Whom It May Concern,
If someone doesn’t defeat Gargamouth the giant, all of the unicorns in Fantasya could die.
Cassandra Day, a unicorn, needs to defeat Gargamouth if Fantasya, a world full of magical creatures, will ever be at peace again. Cassandra and her best friend, Cornelia, another unicorn, devise a plan to conquer the hot-headed giant. But when they accidentally touch an Earth Flower they’re whisked away to Earth where they must blend in with humans to survive.
How will the unicorns hide from humans, escape from the trolls who threaten their lives, and return to Fantasya to defeat Gargamouth? If they don’t, will Fantasya fall into ruins? Will all of the unicorns die?
Fantasya: A Giant Problem is a 23,500-word middle grade novel intended for children ages 7-12. It is a story of how friendship and teamwork can conquer any task.
I am a homeschooled girl who loves to write. I post at my blog themagicviolinist.blogspot.com two to three times a week, and am a monthly contributor at thewritepractice.com, a blog for writers. The Write Practice has over 6500 subscribers and nearly 30,000 monthly readers and was voted one of the Top Ten Blogs For Writers in 2012. I write for the Annville Free Library’s newsletter and won a poetry contest at the Lebanon Community Library in 2010.
Thank you for your time and consideration and I look forward to hearing from you soon.
Sincerely,
Kate XXXXX
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I'd like to give a little shout out to our family's friend Dave and also to Michelle from Random Writing Rants. Thanks so much for helping me out! :D
So be honest. If you were an agent and saw this query letter would you ask for more pages? Would you even be interested at all? Would you think I'm not experienced enough and have no idea what I'm doing? Leave a comment! :D
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
The 30-Day Blogging Challenge: Day 30 A Motto or Philosophy
Day 30 of the 30-Day Blogging Challenge. You know what that means. This is the last day (SO PAY ATTENTION). ;)
When I saw what Day 30 was I immediately thought of Phil from Modern Family, my favorite TV show. I will be sharing some quotes from "Phil's-osophy," but first some more serious stuff.
Something I heard that I really like is "don't do anything that could hurt yourself or another person." In other words, use your common sense and don't hurt people (that means NO VIOLENCE, PEOPLE). So driving while you're drunk, fighting a war (though I know how it can be "necessary," I prefer the diplomatic route when it comes to ANYTHING), shooting guns at people, smoking (and that hurts other people, too, because we're breathing the nasty stuff in), and many other things. If everyone listened to that, there truly would be world peace. So why doesn't anyone do it?!?! It's so much simpler and easier. So help me spread the word! :D Post this motto/philosophy/whatever you want to call it on your blog, use it as your e-mail signature, share it with your friends, anything that will help tell people about this. Then tell your friends to spread the word. I know I can be a dreamer, but it doesn't hurt to dream and help, right?
Now some quotes from "Phil's-osophy," which is a book of philosophies that Phil made up:
"If you love something, set it free. Unless it's a tiger."
"When life gives you lemonade, make lemons. Life will be all like, 'What?!?!'"
"You can tell a lot about a person from his biography."
"Success is 1 percent inspiration, 98 percent perspiration, and 2 percent attention to detail."
"Always look people in the eye, even if they're blind. Just say, 'I'm looking you in the eye.'"
"You only get one chance at a first impression. I suggest Julia Child because it’s easy to do."
"The most amazing things that can happen to a human being will happen to you if you just lower your expectations."
"Dance until your feet hurt. Sing until your lungs hurt. Act until you’re William Hurt."
"Take a lesson from parakeets: If you’re ever feeling lonely, eat in a front of a mirror."
"Never be afraid to reach for the stars because even if you fall, you’ll always be wearing a Parentchute. TM."
"Older black ladies make the best iced tea."
"Watch a sunrise at least once a day."
"If you’re ever in a jam, a crayon scrunched up under your nose makes a good pretend mustache."
Which quote was your favorite? Leave a comment! :D (And remember to spread the word)!
When I saw what Day 30 was I immediately thought of Phil from Modern Family, my favorite TV show. I will be sharing some quotes from "Phil's-osophy," but first some more serious stuff.
Something I heard that I really like is "don't do anything that could hurt yourself or another person." In other words, use your common sense and don't hurt people (that means NO VIOLENCE, PEOPLE). So driving while you're drunk, fighting a war (though I know how it can be "necessary," I prefer the diplomatic route when it comes to ANYTHING), shooting guns at people, smoking (and that hurts other people, too, because we're breathing the nasty stuff in), and many other things. If everyone listened to that, there truly would be world peace. So why doesn't anyone do it?!?! It's so much simpler and easier. So help me spread the word! :D Post this motto/philosophy/whatever you want to call it on your blog, use it as your e-mail signature, share it with your friends, anything that will help tell people about this. Then tell your friends to spread the word. I know I can be a dreamer, but it doesn't hurt to dream and help, right?
Now some quotes from "Phil's-osophy," which is a book of philosophies that Phil made up:
"If you love something, set it free. Unless it's a tiger."
"When life gives you lemonade, make lemons. Life will be all like, 'What?!?!'"
"You can tell a lot about a person from his biography."
"Success is 1 percent inspiration, 98 percent perspiration, and 2 percent attention to detail."
"Always look people in the eye, even if they're blind. Just say, 'I'm looking you in the eye.'"
"You only get one chance at a first impression. I suggest Julia Child because it’s easy to do."
"The most amazing things that can happen to a human being will happen to you if you just lower your expectations."
"Dance until your feet hurt. Sing until your lungs hurt. Act until you’re William Hurt."
"Take a lesson from parakeets: If you’re ever feeling lonely, eat in a front of a mirror."
"Never be afraid to reach for the stars because even if you fall, you’ll always be wearing a Parentchute. TM."
"Older black ladies make the best iced tea."
"Watch a sunrise at least once a day."
"If you’re ever in a jam, a crayon scrunched up under your nose makes a good pretend mustache."
Which quote was your favorite? Leave a comment! :D (And remember to spread the word)!
Monday, March 4, 2013
The 30-Day Blogging Challenge: Day 29 Hopes, Dreams, and Plans You Have For the Next 365 Days
The challenge is almost over! *Sniff*
My hopes, dreams, and plans for the next 365 are pretty much the same thing. I hope to get an agent, my dream is to get published, and my plans are for Fantasya: A Giant Problem to get published first. I've been working hard on my query letter and I think the first book in the Fantasya series is almost a finished project. Of course, I'll still have to edit a ton moreif when (good thoughts here) I get an editor. But for now I think I've done all I can.
If you would like to give me some feedback on my book and/or query letter, it would be greatly appreciated! :D Here is my query letter, followed by my prologue:
To Whom It May Concern,
If someone doesn’t defeat Gargamouth the giant, all of the unicorns in Fantasya could die.
Cassandra Day, a unicorn, needs to defeat Gargamouth if Fantasya, a world full of magical creatures, will ever be at peace again. Cassandra and her best friend, Cornelia, another unicorn, devise a plan to conquer the hot-headed giant. But when they accidentally touch an Earth Flower they’re whisked away to Earth where they must blend in with humans to survive.
How will the unicorns hide from humans, escape from the trolls who threaten their lives, and return to Fantasya to defeat Gargamouth? If they don’t, will Fantasya fall into ruins? Will all of the unicorns die?
Fantasya: A Giant Problem is a 25,500-word middle grade novel intended for children ages 7-12. It is a story of how friendship and teamwork can conquer any task.
I am a homeschooled girl who loves to write. I post at my blog themagicviolinist.blogspot.com two to three times a week, and am a monthly contributor at thewritepractice.com, a blog for writers. The Write Practice has over 6500 subscribers and nearly 30,000 monthly readers and was voted one of the Top Ten Blogs For Writers in 2012. I write for the Annville Free Library’s newsletter and won a poetry contest at the Lebanon Community Library in 2010.
Thank you for your time and consideration and I look forward to hearing from you soon.
Sincerely,
Kate XXXX
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Prologue
There is no “once upon a time” in this book. That’s how a fairytale starts. And this is not a fairytale. No, this is a true story. No matter what you humans may think, this is a true story about unicorns.
Exactly ten years ago, on November 4th, a unicorn was born. This unicorn wasn’t any old unicorn. This unicorn was special. Even if no one knew it yet.
Camilla and Carter Day had been waiting for what seemed like forever for this moment. As soon as Camilla began to feel the familiar pain in her stomach and the kicking of the foal inside of her, they rushed to a Healer and waited for the foal. The Healer used her magic--wind magic, which all unicorns had--to help ease the pain as the foal was born. Carter nuzzled Camilla. He whispered soothing words in her ear. His mane tickled Camilla’s forehead, but she didn’t notice. She was in so much pain. Even wind magic was no match for the pain of birthing a unicorn. She began to sweat and suddenly she was nervous. What if the foal was deformed? What if it was missing a leg or a hoof? What if-?
And suddenly, it was over. The pain was gone. The Healer and Carter both backed away. Lying in front of Camilla was the most beautiful foal she had ever seen. It was a girl with a pure white coat, mane, and tail. She was tall, her legs spindly. Her limbs looked as if they would snap if someone stepped on them. She was skinny and her eyes, oh her eyes. Her eyes were a bright, beautiful blue, like an ocean. Her forehead was the perfect size and shape for a horn. There was even a little indentation that showed that when her horn did grow when she was around one-year-old it would be big and round.
“She’s gorgeous,” the Healer breathed. “Beautiful.”
“What should we name her?” Carter asked his wife.
Camilla answered without hesitation. “Cassandra.”
When she spoke the name, the foal looked up and stared at her mother lovingly. She tried to stand up, but fell over immediately.
Camilla laughed and Carter smiled.
“Cassandra, huh?” He had a thoughtful looked etched upon his face. “It fits her for some reason. How did you think of it?”
Camilla shrugged and nuzzled Cassandra.
“It just came to me as I looked at her.”
“Cassandra,” Carter said again, looking at his second-born child. Their first child, Cindy, was currently waiting a few trees away with another Healer. Carter waved his hoof in an inviting way and the Healer brought Cindy over, who was galloping as fast as she could at just two-years-old.
“Now be careful around the foal,” Camilla said to Cindy as she eyed Cassandra with a look of utter awe upon her face. “She can’t play rough games with you like you play with Dad--”
But Cassandra was already wobbling over to Cindy, whinnying and baring her teeth. Cindy smiled and began to play one of the wrestling games she played with her dad.
Camilla glanced over at Carter, her expressive blue eyes wide with terror, worry, shock, and amazement. Camilla, and neither did Carter, for that matter, didn’t know what to think about this situation. Newborns didn’t wrestle other unicorns. If they did, their little, fragile bones would snap.
The two parents (and the Healer who looked like she might faint from surprise) looked over at Cassandra and Cindy. Cindy rolled over on top of Cassandra and then, just as Carter was about to intervene, Cassandra kicked and struggled and managed to roll over on top of Cindy.
“This isn’t happening,” Camilla muttered to herself. “This is not happening.”
“It is happening,” Carter said in a quiet voice, barely moving his lips. “Our little newborn is apparently very strong.”
Camilla chuckled along with Carter. The Healer just fainted.
Exactly one year later on Cassandra’s birthday . . .
“Happy birthday, my little Cassandra!” Camilla cooed as Cassandra stretched, yawned, opened her eyes, and smiled.
“’Appy day, Mommy!” Cassandra said, copying what her mother had said.
Camilla laughed.
“It’s your birthday, Silly.”
“Silly!” Cassandra said, galloping around the nearby trees.
Carter snuck up behind Cassandra and wrestled with her. Soon, Cindy saw and joined in.
“Time for breakfast,” Camilla announced. Cindy jumped up and galloped away after her mother who was in the meadows of Prosperity Border.
Let’s pause for now so I can fulfill my job as a narrator and fill you humans in.
Fantasya is the world that unicorns and other creatures live in. It is hidden in a different dimension. No human will ever find it. And if they did, the magic would kill them as soon as they touch the ground.
There are three parts to Fantasya. There is one side named “Prosperity Border,” the other side named “Miserable Margin,” and the middle is named “Elf Interior.”
Pegasi rule Prosperity Border. They're royalty. Prosperity Border is currently ruled by the queen Aleena, the king Adam, and the princess Abigail. Prosperity Border is where all the unicorns and Pegasi live. Pegasi and unicorns control the magic of wind.
Miserable Margin is where the giants rule. The giants rule the trolls. The Giants look like Cyclopes in human myths except they have two eyes. The king Gargamouth and the queen Gorgina rule Miserable Margin. The trolls do whatever they say. The trolls and Giants control the magic of water.
Elf Interior is ruled by elves. All elves are equal there. Although, there is one elf named Edward who is the Treasurer. When an elf is named Treasurer, they are in charge of whom they work for depending on the amount of gold that is offered. Elves are not good, nor, bad. They are mischievous and will only help different creatures if they get gold in the deal. They control the magic of Fire. Now, back to the story.
Cassandra galloped after Cindy and jumped into the air, hovering a few inches before crumpling to the ground. Cassandra giggled and shook the dirt off her legs, racing to catch up with everyone.
The family of four began to eat their breakfast (grass) when Camilla gasped.
“Oh my.”
“What is it?” Carter asked, swallowing a mouthful of grass.
Cindy raced off to go to the bathroom behind a Unicorn Tree. A unicorn tree is a tree with white bark and golden leaves.
“Her--her horn.”
Camilla’s silvery coat suddenly paled and turned white. Her face was a mixture of excitement and shock. Her blue eyes (that matched Cassandra’s perfectly) were wide and round. Carter bent down lower and took a look at Cassandra’s forehead.
There, smack in the middle of her forehead, was a horn. It was only half an inch long, and it was golden.
Let’s pause once again so I can catch you up on unicorn horns.
Unicorns live for about fifty years, sometimes more, sometimes less. When a unicorn reaches ten, they are an adult and their horn is fully-grown.
A unicorn’s horn is very sharp. They are as sharp as what you humans call knives. When a unicorn is an adult, they can produce strong magic. Unicorns cannot produce very strong magic until they are an adult.
There are three different types of horns. There’s the common white horn that almost every single unicorn has. There is also the rare silver horn. If you lined up a hundred unicorns, maybe three would have the silver horn. Then there is the super, ultra-rare, golden horn, which almost no other unicorn has; and Cassandra has that super, ultra-rare, golden horn. In unicorn legends, a unicorn that has a golden horn is destined for greatness. She is the third unicorn in the world that has ever had that horn. The first unicorn in Fantasya had that horn and so does her sister Cindy. Golden horns can produce gold out of water. This can be very handy when trying to persuade someone to help you. But if you produce gold out of water, you get tired and your magic is weaker which can be very dangerous if you’re attacked soon after producing gold.
“Carter,” Camilla said in a very high-pitched voice. “Our Cassandra has the super rare horn. The same horn as her sister. That’s not common! At all. The only other unicorn to have this horn is the first unicorn that was ever alive on Fantasya. Cassandra was also very strong when she was born. She wrestled Cindy. And she has started to fly a little and she’s only one. What do you think this means?”
Carter thought hard about this.
“You know how in legends a unicorn with a golden horn is destined for greatness?”
“Yes,” Camilla said slowly. She suddenly gasped. Carter nodded.
“I know they’re only legends, but I think Cassandra is destined for greatness.”
“What about Cindy?”
Carter smiled.
“Cindy, too.”
Exactly one year and three days later.
“CARTER!”
The high-pitched shriek of Camilla rang all throughout the forest. The sound of other unicorns screaming and whinnying in terror was deafening. Carter ran to find his wife and children. Cassandra, who was only two, and Cindy, who was now four, saw their dad and ran to him.
“What’s going on?” Cindy asked.
“I don’t know,” Carter said gravely.
Cassandra had no idea what was going on and just galloped next to her sister and father.
“CARTER!”
This time the shriek was louder and strained as if she was trying not to cry. Carter rounded a corner and saw what was going on. His breath left him.
Trolls and elves of all shapes and sizes (the trolls typically being medium sized, bulky, and burly and the elves typically being short and squat) were stampeding across the meadows and the forest. Unicorns lay dead across the ground, blood stained the pure white trees, trolls swung their clubs and shot water sprays, and elves burned trees to the ground and shot their magical arrows. Carter could not believe it. They hadn’t had a war in . . . forever. Fantasya was normally a place of peace, not war.
And there Camilla lay, dead. Her skull looked as if a club had smashed it in and three arrows protruded from her chest. Carter stumbled in disbelief and silent tears streamed down his face. Cindy, who was just old enough to understand what had happened, roared in anger and stamped her feet, looking around for the murderer. Cassandra, who was too young to understand, asked her father, “Why is Mommy laying down?”
Carter’s voice caught in his throat as he spoke. A huge lump had formed in his throat making it hard to talk.
“Mom-Mommy’s sleeping,” he said quietly.
“Oh,” Cassandra said. “Should we be quiet?”
Carter shook his head, his pure white coat, mane, and tail catching the sunlight.
“Mommy’s sleeping, but she’ll never wake up.” Carter began to cry audibly and Cindy did the same.
“Never ever?” Cassandra asked. Her lip began to tremble.
“Never ever,” Carter confirmed. That was when Cassandra looked down at her mother and kissed her on the cheek. Tears were in her eyes but they would not spill.
Carter took a deep breath and looked down at his children.
“You two need to stay here,” he said very firmly. He looked at Cindy and said more quietly. “I’m going to go fight. Cindy, if something happens to me, take care of Cassandra. Do not follow me out there. Do you hear me?”
Cindy nodded solemnly.
“Good.” He kissed both of his children on the forehead, careful to avoid their growing horns. “I love you.”
Tears still streamed down Cindy’s face. Cassandra looked like she was in shock. She stared straight ahead, straight through her father, and looked into nothingness.
Carter took one last look at Cindy and Cassandra before galloping off into the meadows.
“Follow me,” Cindy said to Cassandra.
Cassandra followed Cindy deeper into the forest. They walked until the sounds of battle faded and were distant.
“Cassandra,” Cindy said very seriously. “You stay here. I’m going to help Daddy.”
“But Daddy said-!” Cassandra began. Cindy cut her off.
“Don’t worry. I’ll be back soon.”
Cindy nuzzled her younger sister and ran off to join her father.
Cassandra sat down, then immediately stood up and walked around in a circle, unsure of what to do. Stay or find Daddy and Cindy? Stay or find Daddy and Cindy? She finally decided that it would be best to follow Cindy’s orders, no matter how much it pained her to not go find them and figure out what was going on.
An hour passed. Cassandra slept. Two hours passed. She woke up and nibbled on some grass and fallen leaves. Three hours passed. The sounds of war had disappeared and she could hear a unicorn passing by.
“Oh my goodness!”
The unicorn spotted Cassandra and rushed over. The unicorn has a white horn.
“You’re-you’re the unicorn with the golden horn that I’ve been hearing about. Your parents are Camilla and Carter, right?”
Cassandra nodded hesitantly. Where were Daddy and Cindy? Who was this stranger?
“I’m Caroline. Your dad-.” She gulped.
Cassandra knew that look of grief. She stared before speaking.
“Is Daddy sleeping?”
“What?” Caroline was confused.
“Mommy was laying on the ground and Daddy said she was sleeping and would never ever wake up.” Cassandra began to weep silently.
Caroline gulped again.
“Yes, Daddy’s sleeping,” she said sadly. “And he will never ever wake up, either." She felt terrible having to be the one to tell this foal that she was an orphan.
“Where’s Cindy?” Cassandra was still crying and her voice caught on each word.
Caroline shook her head.
“Is she sleeping, too?”
“I don’t know, Honey. Nobody knows where she is.”
Cassandra’s face fell and she sat down.
“Cassandra, I’m going to take care of you,” Caroline said. “I have no husband and no children. You can be my daughter.”
Cassandra brightened, but only slightly, Caroline hadn’t expected her to jump up and down with joy after what she had been through. She was only two and both of her parents had died and her sister was missing.
“Okay," Cassandra said.
Cassandra nuzzled Caroline. They gave each other watery smiles.
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My hopes, dreams, and plans for the next 365 are pretty much the same thing. I hope to get an agent, my dream is to get published, and my plans are for Fantasya: A Giant Problem to get published first. I've been working hard on my query letter and I think the first book in the Fantasya series is almost a finished project. Of course, I'll still have to edit a ton more
If you would like to give me some feedback on my book and/or query letter, it would be greatly appreciated! :D Here is my query letter, followed by my prologue:
To Whom It May Concern,
If someone doesn’t defeat Gargamouth the giant, all of the unicorns in Fantasya could die.
Cassandra Day, a unicorn, needs to defeat Gargamouth if Fantasya, a world full of magical creatures, will ever be at peace again. Cassandra and her best friend, Cornelia, another unicorn, devise a plan to conquer the hot-headed giant. But when they accidentally touch an Earth Flower they’re whisked away to Earth where they must blend in with humans to survive.
How will the unicorns hide from humans, escape from the trolls who threaten their lives, and return to Fantasya to defeat Gargamouth? If they don’t, will Fantasya fall into ruins? Will all of the unicorns die?
Fantasya: A Giant Problem is a 25,500-word middle grade novel intended for children ages 7-12. It is a story of how friendship and teamwork can conquer any task.
I am a homeschooled girl who loves to write. I post at my blog themagicviolinist.blogspot.com two to three times a week, and am a monthly contributor at thewritepractice.com, a blog for writers. The Write Practice has over 6500 subscribers and nearly 30,000 monthly readers and was voted one of the Top Ten Blogs For Writers in 2012. I write for the Annville Free Library’s newsletter and won a poetry contest at the Lebanon Community Library in 2010.
Thank you for your time and consideration and I look forward to hearing from you soon.
Sincerely,
Kate XXXX
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Prologue
There is no “once upon a time” in this book. That’s how a fairytale starts. And this is not a fairytale. No, this is a true story. No matter what you humans may think, this is a true story about unicorns.
Exactly ten years ago, on November 4th, a unicorn was born. This unicorn wasn’t any old unicorn. This unicorn was special. Even if no one knew it yet.
Camilla and Carter Day had been waiting for what seemed like forever for this moment. As soon as Camilla began to feel the familiar pain in her stomach and the kicking of the foal inside of her, they rushed to a Healer and waited for the foal. The Healer used her magic--wind magic, which all unicorns had--to help ease the pain as the foal was born. Carter nuzzled Camilla. He whispered soothing words in her ear. His mane tickled Camilla’s forehead, but she didn’t notice. She was in so much pain. Even wind magic was no match for the pain of birthing a unicorn. She began to sweat and suddenly she was nervous. What if the foal was deformed? What if it was missing a leg or a hoof? What if-?
And suddenly, it was over. The pain was gone. The Healer and Carter both backed away. Lying in front of Camilla was the most beautiful foal she had ever seen. It was a girl with a pure white coat, mane, and tail. She was tall, her legs spindly. Her limbs looked as if they would snap if someone stepped on them. She was skinny and her eyes, oh her eyes. Her eyes were a bright, beautiful blue, like an ocean. Her forehead was the perfect size and shape for a horn. There was even a little indentation that showed that when her horn did grow when she was around one-year-old it would be big and round.
“She’s gorgeous,” the Healer breathed. “Beautiful.”
“What should we name her?” Carter asked his wife.
Camilla answered without hesitation. “Cassandra.”
When she spoke the name, the foal looked up and stared at her mother lovingly. She tried to stand up, but fell over immediately.
Camilla laughed and Carter smiled.
“Cassandra, huh?” He had a thoughtful looked etched upon his face. “It fits her for some reason. How did you think of it?”
Camilla shrugged and nuzzled Cassandra.
“It just came to me as I looked at her.”
“Cassandra,” Carter said again, looking at his second-born child. Their first child, Cindy, was currently waiting a few trees away with another Healer. Carter waved his hoof in an inviting way and the Healer brought Cindy over, who was galloping as fast as she could at just two-years-old.
“Now be careful around the foal,” Camilla said to Cindy as she eyed Cassandra with a look of utter awe upon her face. “She can’t play rough games with you like you play with Dad--”
But Cassandra was already wobbling over to Cindy, whinnying and baring her teeth. Cindy smiled and began to play one of the wrestling games she played with her dad.
Camilla glanced over at Carter, her expressive blue eyes wide with terror, worry, shock, and amazement. Camilla, and neither did Carter, for that matter, didn’t know what to think about this situation. Newborns didn’t wrestle other unicorns. If they did, their little, fragile bones would snap.
The two parents (and the Healer who looked like she might faint from surprise) looked over at Cassandra and Cindy. Cindy rolled over on top of Cassandra and then, just as Carter was about to intervene, Cassandra kicked and struggled and managed to roll over on top of Cindy.
“This isn’t happening,” Camilla muttered to herself. “This is not happening.”
“It is happening,” Carter said in a quiet voice, barely moving his lips. “Our little newborn is apparently very strong.”
Camilla chuckled along with Carter. The Healer just fainted.
Exactly one year later on Cassandra’s birthday . . .
“Happy birthday, my little Cassandra!” Camilla cooed as Cassandra stretched, yawned, opened her eyes, and smiled.
“’Appy day, Mommy!” Cassandra said, copying what her mother had said.
Camilla laughed.
“It’s your birthday, Silly.”
“Silly!” Cassandra said, galloping around the nearby trees.
Carter snuck up behind Cassandra and wrestled with her. Soon, Cindy saw and joined in.
“Time for breakfast,” Camilla announced. Cindy jumped up and galloped away after her mother who was in the meadows of Prosperity Border.
Let’s pause for now so I can fulfill my job as a narrator and fill you humans in.
Fantasya is the world that unicorns and other creatures live in. It is hidden in a different dimension. No human will ever find it. And if they did, the magic would kill them as soon as they touch the ground.
There are three parts to Fantasya. There is one side named “Prosperity Border,” the other side named “Miserable Margin,” and the middle is named “Elf Interior.”
Pegasi rule Prosperity Border. They're royalty. Prosperity Border is currently ruled by the queen Aleena, the king Adam, and the princess Abigail. Prosperity Border is where all the unicorns and Pegasi live. Pegasi and unicorns control the magic of wind.
Miserable Margin is where the giants rule. The giants rule the trolls. The Giants look like Cyclopes in human myths except they have two eyes. The king Gargamouth and the queen Gorgina rule Miserable Margin. The trolls do whatever they say. The trolls and Giants control the magic of water.
Elf Interior is ruled by elves. All elves are equal there. Although, there is one elf named Edward who is the Treasurer. When an elf is named Treasurer, they are in charge of whom they work for depending on the amount of gold that is offered. Elves are not good, nor, bad. They are mischievous and will only help different creatures if they get gold in the deal. They control the magic of Fire. Now, back to the story.
Cassandra galloped after Cindy and jumped into the air, hovering a few inches before crumpling to the ground. Cassandra giggled and shook the dirt off her legs, racing to catch up with everyone.
The family of four began to eat their breakfast (grass) when Camilla gasped.
“Oh my.”
“What is it?” Carter asked, swallowing a mouthful of grass.
Cindy raced off to go to the bathroom behind a Unicorn Tree. A unicorn tree is a tree with white bark and golden leaves.
“Her--her horn.”
Camilla’s silvery coat suddenly paled and turned white. Her face was a mixture of excitement and shock. Her blue eyes (that matched Cassandra’s perfectly) were wide and round. Carter bent down lower and took a look at Cassandra’s forehead.
There, smack in the middle of her forehead, was a horn. It was only half an inch long, and it was golden.
Let’s pause once again so I can catch you up on unicorn horns.
Unicorns live for about fifty years, sometimes more, sometimes less. When a unicorn reaches ten, they are an adult and their horn is fully-grown.
A unicorn’s horn is very sharp. They are as sharp as what you humans call knives. When a unicorn is an adult, they can produce strong magic. Unicorns cannot produce very strong magic until they are an adult.
There are three different types of horns. There’s the common white horn that almost every single unicorn has. There is also the rare silver horn. If you lined up a hundred unicorns, maybe three would have the silver horn. Then there is the super, ultra-rare, golden horn, which almost no other unicorn has; and Cassandra has that super, ultra-rare, golden horn. In unicorn legends, a unicorn that has a golden horn is destined for greatness. She is the third unicorn in the world that has ever had that horn. The first unicorn in Fantasya had that horn and so does her sister Cindy. Golden horns can produce gold out of water. This can be very handy when trying to persuade someone to help you. But if you produce gold out of water, you get tired and your magic is weaker which can be very dangerous if you’re attacked soon after producing gold.
“Carter,” Camilla said in a very high-pitched voice. “Our Cassandra has the super rare horn. The same horn as her sister. That’s not common! At all. The only other unicorn to have this horn is the first unicorn that was ever alive on Fantasya. Cassandra was also very strong when she was born. She wrestled Cindy. And she has started to fly a little and she’s only one. What do you think this means?”
Carter thought hard about this.
“You know how in legends a unicorn with a golden horn is destined for greatness?”
“Yes,” Camilla said slowly. She suddenly gasped. Carter nodded.
“I know they’re only legends, but I think Cassandra is destined for greatness.”
“What about Cindy?”
Carter smiled.
“Cindy, too.”
Exactly one year and three days later.
“CARTER!”
The high-pitched shriek of Camilla rang all throughout the forest. The sound of other unicorns screaming and whinnying in terror was deafening. Carter ran to find his wife and children. Cassandra, who was only two, and Cindy, who was now four, saw their dad and ran to him.
“What’s going on?” Cindy asked.
“I don’t know,” Carter said gravely.
Cassandra had no idea what was going on and just galloped next to her sister and father.
“CARTER!”
This time the shriek was louder and strained as if she was trying not to cry. Carter rounded a corner and saw what was going on. His breath left him.
Trolls and elves of all shapes and sizes (the trolls typically being medium sized, bulky, and burly and the elves typically being short and squat) were stampeding across the meadows and the forest. Unicorns lay dead across the ground, blood stained the pure white trees, trolls swung their clubs and shot water sprays, and elves burned trees to the ground and shot their magical arrows. Carter could not believe it. They hadn’t had a war in . . . forever. Fantasya was normally a place of peace, not war.
And there Camilla lay, dead. Her skull looked as if a club had smashed it in and three arrows protruded from her chest. Carter stumbled in disbelief and silent tears streamed down his face. Cindy, who was just old enough to understand what had happened, roared in anger and stamped her feet, looking around for the murderer. Cassandra, who was too young to understand, asked her father, “Why is Mommy laying down?”
Carter’s voice caught in his throat as he spoke. A huge lump had formed in his throat making it hard to talk.
“Mom-Mommy’s sleeping,” he said quietly.
“Oh,” Cassandra said. “Should we be quiet?”
Carter shook his head, his pure white coat, mane, and tail catching the sunlight.
“Mommy’s sleeping, but she’ll never wake up.” Carter began to cry audibly and Cindy did the same.
“Never ever?” Cassandra asked. Her lip began to tremble.
“Never ever,” Carter confirmed. That was when Cassandra looked down at her mother and kissed her on the cheek. Tears were in her eyes but they would not spill.
Carter took a deep breath and looked down at his children.
“You two need to stay here,” he said very firmly. He looked at Cindy and said more quietly. “I’m going to go fight. Cindy, if something happens to me, take care of Cassandra. Do not follow me out there. Do you hear me?”
Cindy nodded solemnly.
“Good.” He kissed both of his children on the forehead, careful to avoid their growing horns. “I love you.”
Tears still streamed down Cindy’s face. Cassandra looked like she was in shock. She stared straight ahead, straight through her father, and looked into nothingness.
Carter took one last look at Cindy and Cassandra before galloping off into the meadows.
“Follow me,” Cindy said to Cassandra.
Cassandra followed Cindy deeper into the forest. They walked until the sounds of battle faded and were distant.
“Cassandra,” Cindy said very seriously. “You stay here. I’m going to help Daddy.”
“But Daddy said-!” Cassandra began. Cindy cut her off.
“Don’t worry. I’ll be back soon.”
Cindy nuzzled her younger sister and ran off to join her father.
Cassandra sat down, then immediately stood up and walked around in a circle, unsure of what to do. Stay or find Daddy and Cindy? Stay or find Daddy and Cindy? She finally decided that it would be best to follow Cindy’s orders, no matter how much it pained her to not go find them and figure out what was going on.
An hour passed. Cassandra slept. Two hours passed. She woke up and nibbled on some grass and fallen leaves. Three hours passed. The sounds of war had disappeared and she could hear a unicorn passing by.
“Oh my goodness!”
The unicorn spotted Cassandra and rushed over. The unicorn has a white horn.
“You’re-you’re the unicorn with the golden horn that I’ve been hearing about. Your parents are Camilla and Carter, right?”
Cassandra nodded hesitantly. Where were Daddy and Cindy? Who was this stranger?
“I’m Caroline. Your dad-.” She gulped.
Cassandra knew that look of grief. She stared before speaking.
“Is Daddy sleeping?”
“What?” Caroline was confused.
“Mommy was laying on the ground and Daddy said she was sleeping and would never ever wake up.” Cassandra began to weep silently.
Caroline gulped again.
“Yes, Daddy’s sleeping,” she said sadly. “And he will never ever wake up, either." She felt terrible having to be the one to tell this foal that she was an orphan.
“Where’s Cindy?” Cassandra was still crying and her voice caught on each word.
Caroline shook her head.
“Is she sleeping, too?”
“I don’t know, Honey. Nobody knows where she is.”
Cassandra’s face fell and she sat down.
“Cassandra, I’m going to take care of you,” Caroline said. “I have no husband and no children. You can be my daughter.”
Cassandra brightened, but only slightly, Caroline hadn’t expected her to jump up and down with joy after what she had been through. She was only two and both of her parents had died and her sister was missing.
“Okay," Cassandra said.
Cassandra nuzzled Caroline. They gave each other watery smiles.
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Sunday, March 3, 2013
The 30-Day Blogging Challenge: Day 28 A Scar You Have and Its Story
I don't have a scar, but wouldn't it be cool to have a lightning bolt shaped scar on your forehead like Harry Potter? At least I think it would. Or maybe something else, like a peace symbol! Or a heart! Or a 'K' for the first letter of my name! Oh the possibilities . . .
What's a scar you have and its story? If you don't have one, make one up! Leave a comment! :D
What's a scar you have and its story? If you don't have one, make one up! Leave a comment! :D
Saturday, March 2, 2013
The 30-Day Blogging Challenge: Day 27 A Physical Feature You Love
So I'm not sure if this means I should write about a physical feature of mine that I love or a physical feature that I love in general. So I'll go with features that I love in general.
I love hair. Whether it's black or brown or red or dyed, I think hair is very interesting. I usually go into great detail to explain the hair one of my characters have or the facial hair of the villain. There's so much you can do with hair in real life or in writing.
I also love eyes. They can be big and round or small and squinty. My characters have green, blue, black, brown, hazel, and even golden eyes. In fact, a whole book of mine is dedicated to eyes and the magical abilities that they hold! My main character Hazel has hazel eyes. Her eyes are magical so she can use telekinesis. One of the secondary characters, Josh, has blue eyes. He can see the future. The bully has red eyes and he can summon wolves to command.
What's a physical feature that you love? Leave a comment! :D
I love hair. Whether it's black or brown or red or dyed, I think hair is very interesting. I usually go into great detail to explain the hair one of my characters have or the facial hair of the villain. There's so much you can do with hair in real life or in writing.
I also love eyes. They can be big and round or small and squinty. My characters have green, blue, black, brown, hazel, and even golden eyes. In fact, a whole book of mine is dedicated to eyes and the magical abilities that they hold! My main character Hazel has hazel eyes. Her eyes are magical so she can use telekinesis. One of the secondary characters, Josh, has blue eyes. He can see the future. The bully has red eyes and he can summon wolves to command.
What's a physical feature that you love? Leave a comment! :D
Friday, March 1, 2013
The 30-Day Blogging Challenge: Day 26 A Childhood Memory
All of my memories are childhood memories. (That's the magic of being 12). But one of my earliest childhood memories is when I got my favorite stuffed animal: a cat named Menedy.
When I was about three, I spotted a bunch of stuffed cats on a rack. They were all Beanie Buddies, which are larger versions of Beanie Babies. At the time, cats were my favorite animal. I immediately began to play with them and talk to them. When it was time to leave I said, "I'll come back!"
I can't remember what happened afterwards, but I know some time later when I was in the car, Vavó said, "Kate, I have a surprise for you." I said, "What is it?" Vavó pulled one of the stuffed cats out of the bag she was holding. I started hugging it and said, "I'll call you Menedy!"
I have no idea why I named her that or where I got the name, but the name stuck and now Menedy goes with me wherever I go. As you can see in the picture, she's very old, very floppy, and very loved. I even made her some clothes. Menedy used to be pure white. Now she's gray. The only patch of white is behind her ear. You can't see it unless you fold it back.
What is your favorite stuffed animal? How about your favorite childhood memory? Leave a comment! :D
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| Scout cuddling with Menedy. |
I can't remember what happened afterwards, but I know some time later when I was in the car, Vavó said, "Kate, I have a surprise for you." I said, "What is it?" Vavó pulled one of the stuffed cats out of the bag she was holding. I started hugging it and said, "I'll call you Menedy!"
I have no idea why I named her that or where I got the name, but the name stuck and now Menedy goes with me wherever I go. As you can see in the picture, she's very old, very floppy, and very loved. I even made her some clothes. Menedy used to be pure white. Now she's gray. The only patch of white is behind her ear. You can't see it unless you fold it back.
What is your favorite stuffed animal? How about your favorite childhood memory? Leave a comment! :D