Just Think For A Minute, Would You?

Stop. Just drop everything you’ve got in your hands. Just stop. Look around and clear your mind. Do you notice anything special?

That’s what I thought. You may just look at the words I’ve written, wondering what I thought. Think once more. Did it hit you now? No, you are probably wondering what I am talking about. I’m not expecting many to understand what I’m thinking about when I am talking like this. Well, so it may be, but to be honest, I’m writing this because I feel I have to, not because others are expecting this of me. It gives me a chance to write directly from my heart, and so I will do.

I don’t expect there to be a visible red thread in this, but really, I’d rather be honest. There’s been something in my find for quite some time after I watched an interview. Of course, that interview was “just like any other” interview because it was about a serial and how it was made. I watched it because I thought I’d hear what they said and I was curious about the whole thing. It’s a long time since I watched it, but still, there is something about it that I can’t let go. Or rather, there’s a statement I can’t let go.

“We think of ourselves living in peaceful times, and yet, we’re not.”

Does it ring any bells? No, I didn’t expect so. That quote, when you watch the interview, may sound very “random and little important”, but taking everything under one hand, I don’t think so. I believe it’s suitable in more ways than what you imagine. It’s no secret that there’s unkindness out there, and if we look at the news, where would you begin? No, this is not what I am thinking about when I hear this quote. Well, I think about it, but that’s not what occupies my mind. Not really.

When I look around myself now, that quote comes to my mind at once. It seems to me, that everything has changed this summer. Why, I haven’t done any physical stuff like running up a cliff! Going back to the quote, there’s two ways of seeing it; at the physical level and the mental one. If I look at the mental one, I cannot help but nod.

It feels as I’ve drifted away this summer. I have a letter or two as well as an old e-mail I should answer, but I haven’t managed to make myself do so. I cannot remember the last time I poured my heart and was completely honest about everything. Am I lying? No, but I am not telling everything. I believe most of us know that scenario. I simply feel alone.

Nothing is like it was. They say when you’ve got a task at hand, you should finish it. I know the task I embarked on isn’t finished. What hurts the most, is to know that I did all I could. Now, where does the quote come in? Don’t you see it yet?

I’ve been hurt for the smallest things, I’ve wanted to be honest but haven’t dared to, and most important; I don’t know who to go to. I wonder if I am just a big question mark wandering around, because I’m starting to think so myself. In general, have you ever been there when small actions repeated over and over again, can hurt more than a mean word? I don’t expect any answer, all I ask is for somebody else than me to think about it.

Something else that’s been in my mind for a long time is something of what I dislike the most. If you asked me that question three years ago, my answer would still be the same; injustice and indifference. The last one may be the worst one of them. When I am faced with indifference in a way (I may be the only one who see it), I am hurt and angry. I am not a calm person, but my temper isn’t the most tiresome. However, I get angry when I face indifference, and that anger doesn’t go away at once.

“How can you hope to understand loneliness when you’re causing it yourself?”

Just look at that quote. What do you think? Who do you think this person is blaming and who is suffering? Who said it? I’m not going to answer that now because I’ll end here because my goal with this post, was not answers; it was thoughts.

That’s what I’ve got to say.

Writing Challange - Day Four and Five

I am amazingly slow, eh? There’s me in a nutshell. Well, I shall try to catch up with the writing challenge, but if I don’t manage, please bear with me. I believe you know the drill, but to bring it up: The challenge is hosted by Lerowen from Eat...Sleep...Write. A specific subject is to be explored each day (for 15 days) and more information is to be found if you click the link. I thought about taking two days together here; day four and five. Now, if I can come up with some answers that actually can work for something. Oh well, here we go.

Day four - A novel or author that has inspired something in your writing style

I’ve always thought that I was influenced by characters and series when it came to my writing style. I saw something I couldn’t let go of, and brought it to something I wanted to form. From my point of view, that’s always been me. Lately though, I’ve discovered songs and persons I’ve taken under my wing. It may sound odd, but Lord Nathan came from a picture. Yes, a single picture I stumbled over and knew nothing about. To discover who it was; that was a surprise to me because I saw him as my character and my character alone.

But a novel or an author? I always wanted the carefulness of Austen, the melancholy of Dickens, the adventures of Verne, the setting of Forester, the sweetness of Alcott, the feel of Lawhead and the bittersweetness of Lewis. Has this ever made its mark on my work? I doubt it.

I’ve always grasped higher than what I should; having grand drams. The reality never seems to wake me in my dreams. The reality however, can be brutal. I’ve never known how my writing style is because I don’t see it myself. I don’t see things in my own writing before others points it out to me. I fear I cannot tell you who my writing style is inspired by because I doubt it will show, but I can tell who I would love to learn from.

“I cannot tell who it was, but I know there several of them there.”

And then we've got more!

Day Five - Your least favorite character you've written

Seeing this question, I just want to turn into Smirkana. I thought this question would be hard to answer, but thinking about it; not really. The question can mean so much; am I thinking about how hard they were to write or that I dislike their personality? There are many characters that I’ve wanted to throw out of the window, but there is one character that really stands out. Not many have met her, and nobody knows who she really is. I’ve kept silent about her character because I don’t want to say too much, but that’s not all; I can’t stand her.

Oh yes, we’re talking about Lady Lucy. For those who can recall her name, she is the person James met by the door. Now, why do I dislike her that much? To begin with, she is hard to write. It’s hard to place the words correctly because not only is she an important character; she’s a character with two sides. I want the sides to be recognizable in her, but I also want to hide them. It’s so much harder than what I thought it would be, but I cannot change her character. Then I would ruin everything. I also believe I find her hard to write since there is something in her I can see in the daily life. To point it out in a clever way; how does one do so? I don’t want to say it right out, but I don’t want to make it too obvious either.

She may be seen as a very sweet person, but I don’t see her like that. No, even though she’s far from evil, I can’t make myself like her. I believe one of the reasons I disk lie her, is because (almost) everybody else in my story likes her. Am I jealous? No, I’m not. However, I believe I’ve seen both of her sides and I believe her position is unfair. Justice is one of the repeating themes I believe she’s an example of how, we as humans, can be wrong about others. I admit I may be a bit angry at the blindness of the other characters in terms of seeing Lucy, but I let the anger lead to her. She’s the example of the blindness, and the blindness upset me in the daily life.

Now you may ask me, is this enough to dislike a person as much as I do? Probably not, but that’s because it’s not everything. I’m afraid I cannot say more than this, but it will be revealed. Just wait.

“You keep turning to them, but when you have turned away, they don’t seem to care much.”

Writing Challange - Day Three

And its day I’m-Not-Quite-Sure-So-We-Begin-To-Bend-The-Rules. Really, I haven’t posted for the last few days, so I’m just trying to hand on as well as I can. I only bend the rules a little bit so I can catch up. As always: The challenge is hosted by Lerowen from Eat...Sleep...Write. A specific subject is to be explored each day (for 15 days) and more information is to be found if you click the link.

Day Three - Your first Attempt at Writing

I’ve never said I had many memories from the time I was a little girl, walking around and being happy. There weren’t many of those days, but if I dig down into my memories, I may be able to come up with something. This challenge made me do so, and with the question, I almost have to laugh at myself.

My first attempt on writing; it’s a vague memory. I remember walking around as a young girl; I had my nose in books the whole time. People laughed at me, but I had the words. I dreamt about creating grand worlds with wizards and talking beats; magic and happiness. Those memories are maybe the merriest I can remember from that time. I longed after being in the top, grasping after the perfect words. Oh, I was going to be as great as my heroes. I grasped higher than what I should have, but I didn’t see that I never would reach the top. The plans were unfolding.

I believe I have memories of me trying to write something with my terrible handwriting or sticky keyboard. I can’t say I remember mush of the story because there isn’t any copy of it, but the heroes fought against the bad ones and the goodness would win. There would be happiness everywhere around. I’m fairly sure I was the main character in my story (see, my ego is growing more and more). In the story, I was happy.

Now you may ask; what happened to the bad guys? They never got their punishment. When everything was well, they were forgotten. I never punished them because I didn’t feel for doing so. Everything was well and I was pleased. However, I’m more than glad the story is gone. It’s carrying more bittersweet memories than what I wish to remember. Anyway, I’m sure I would have thrown it to Hugo and Bullemi so they could eat it.

Oh yes, everything begins somewhere, but not always with a bang.

Writing Challange - Day Two

Well, here I am, trying to type up a reply for the writing challenge. To begin with, a small summary: The challenge is hosted by Lerowen from Eat...Sleep...Write. A specific subject is to be explored each day (for 15 days) and more information is to be found if you click the link. O.< Well, since I am beginning this today, I shall do the first two questions and this post is dedicated to the first post.

Day Two - Your favorite male author.

For the second day, the question was about my favorite male author. How does one reply? Some authors have a beautiful writing style, while others have brilliant stories. Some authors may have strong characters while others have strong descriptions of the visible. Some of them are downright depressing but good, while others are hilarious but not captivating. However, I am just allowed to mention one man.

Who will that man be? Well, he’s maybe the author I’ve followed for as long as I can remember. I don’t remember when I realized how brilliant he was, but it must have been a long time ago. Some days ago, I found an old notebook. It was filled with my notes, page up and page down with proper writing and analyze; all about the author. His books have been a comfort to me more often than what a book shall comfort a person. They've been my safe place for years, but I don't believe anybody can understand it because nobody wants to be there.

His works are funny and yet, more thoughtful than what they eye can see. The wit plays an important role, but it’s used for a purpose. His pen is sharper than the sword, and the descriptions are enough to make their marks not only in a book, but in generations. It’s enjoyable to read his works, and I believe both adults and children will agree. However, he also brings in Christian theology in a way that allows us to understand and wonder.

Never have I adored and author as much as this one, but it’s for a reason. One day, if it will be possible, I wish to grasp a little of his talent. He may be dead, but he’s fully alive on my bookshelf. Why?

Because he is C.S. Lewis.

Writing Challange - Day One

A writing challenge and I am involved; seek shelter. No, last time has been… Special and I believe I need to do something and try to be focused and just concentrate. That is why I wanted to do this challenge. Selfish as it may be; I need it.

The challenge is hosted by Lerowen from Eat...Sleep...Write. A specific subject is to be explored each day (for 15 days) and more information is to be found if you click the link. O.< Well, since I am beginning this today, I shall do the first two questions and this post is dedicated to the first post.

Day one: Your Favourite character you have written

If somebody asks me the question of the favorite character I’ve written (just like now), I am not quite sure what to reply. Which character does other think it will be? I admit there are especially two characters I am very attached to for various reasons, but I suppose they only want me to say one name. (It’s day one; I should wait with bending the rules.) Both of them are not as they seem, and I doubt others even can say why. Why you ask? Well, because nobody knows them for their true soul. Of course, I shall have to pick one.

The one; it must be Lord Nathan. To see who he really is, I believe he must be with Ewan. However, there’s something so annoyingly about him because I don’t manage to ignore him. He jumped into my story and claimed his place; he gave me more trouble that necessary and enjoyed it and he became a friend. How do you explain a man like him?

It’s safe to say that he’s odd, his humor is terrible and he gets annoyed over details such as his boots. Still, nobody has seen him in the grand picture. He’s far from flawless, but he is himself. As soon as I saw him, I knew who I wanted him to be. I didn’t want him to be just a good friend; I wanted him to be a human. I wanted to give him a soul and tell his story.

His story is maybe not the merriest, funniest or most depressing one, but so it may be. His story is something that defines him and his choices. He’s humble, but not stupid. He’s stubborn, but just. He can be angry, but not evil. Nathan does what he does because he believes it is right. Still, he has so much more to do and if you look at all this; he may just be my favorite character. It’s so odd because I don’t see that much of myself in him. I see something in him, but I don’t think I understand it myself. It’s hard to tell who Lord Nathan is, but that’s some of the magic, isn’t it?

He may suffer, but he suffers for a reason.

In Memory

It’s been some days now, and most of you know the terrible thing that’s happen to Oslo and Utøya in Norway. Words cannot explain how terrible it was. My country and its people are affect, but most of all, it’s the young ones and their freedom who was attacked. As a result, many innocents are now dead and will not return to their homes on this earth. I believe I just have to post something about it because I need to talk about yesterday because I cannot keep it to myself alone.

Yesterday, there was a concert in my city to honor the dead ones and their families. There were speeches and song. We are under 50.000 citizens here; 15.000 to 18.000 people met to the concert. That’s one of three and even more. We walked from my school, down to the city itself and up to the park. We may have walked for ten to fifteen minutes and when we got to the park, not everybody had started walking yet because there were so many. In addition to this, everybody carried roses.

To see the flag on half mast; it really broke my heart. One cannot explain it and I wasn’t even in Oslo or on Utøya. I didn’t lose any family members and the one that was on Utøya; she survived. The concert, I believe, was beautiful. At the end, Halvdan Sivertsen, the most well known artist from my city, came up to the stage and sang this. It’s a song about freedom, equality and hope. It’s everything the murderer is against. Words cannot explain how beautiful it was to watch him sing and have all the others around you, singing it with him. Everybody knew the song and sang, waving their roses. Several thousands stood together united in love.

I just wanted to post this because this tragedy is something you can’t imagine. I am weeping for the ones affected. Death is a terrible thing and murder is even worse. We may be few, but we will not break. May God be with the ones that suffers and take care of those in need. We in Norway are standing together, united in love.

I wanted to post this because I believe this is something to think about. “When a man can show so much hatred, think about how much love we can show.”

Thank you.

Destiny and Sweethearts

Well, as some of you may have noticed, I am home again. My family and I came home today from Crete, and dear, how good it feels to be back. There is so much I have to say and tell, but where to begin? What more is; the news. I’m sure all of you have seen what’s happened in Oslo and at Utøya. I don’t know what to say except that my country is weeping. It’s terrifying and one simply doesn’t know what to think because neither does you understand it or believe it. At Crete, we’ve been sitting watching the BBC news since it happened and we’ve continued to follow them now at home. My thoughts and prayers are going to everyone affected by this gruesome act and their families. May God protect them.

I don’t rely have much to say about myself for now because I simply don’t feel for throwing it on the blog. However, while we were on Crete, I’ve been scribbling on Sails. (And something else because I have a new story taking shape in my mind, but that’s not important.) It’s a part I’ve had in my mind for such a long time, but the words haven’t come until now. I need to edit it, but I just wanted to put it up here.


Ewan looked up at the ceiling. It was nearly impossible to spot the lines on them; some of them indicating age and others indicating history. Lying on the bench wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world, but it would be well enough for now. The candles flicked there they stood, trying to light the dark room. He drew a deep breath before he broke the heavy silence. “When I get old, I want to own something great that money can’t buy.”

Nathan, sitting at the end of them small table, looked up from his papers but held the pen in a firm grip. “That sounds nice,” he said at last.

“What do you want?” Ewan asked, still looking up. “And no, peace and quiet is not an accepted answer, whether you like it or not.”

Mr. Heverrick smiled to himself before looking into the air with a dreamy glance. “When I grow old, I want to be happy. I want to know that I did something worth doing and that somebody else appreciated my actions and my words; to know that my life had a value. Then I shall be at pace, I believe.”

“Hmm.” The tone in Ewan’s voice urged his friend to continue.

“But before I grow old,” Nathan began but broke himself off. He swallowed once or twice before doing as Ewan wanted him to do. “Before I grow old, I want to sail to the western sea. I believe that would be the grandest adventure I could embark on now as a mortal soul.”

Ewan didn’t reply at once. He seemed to be thinking. “Do you believe we’ll ever get that far?” The question hung in the air.

Nathan noticed the insecurity in the voice and looked down at the drying letters and the spread ink spots. “If it’s our destiny, I believe we will. However, I think we should be thankful for the fact that our destinies are unknown to us. Not only wouldn’t we be able to live in the moment, but how would we then trust God’s guidance? He may guide us in the oddest directions, but no matter if we want to understand it or not, it is to our best. The events will change us and I believe that may be God’s plan. We’re changing in Him. His guidance us more than what we ever could have asked for, and behold, we’ve got even more.”

The scraping of his pen filled the room. The white feather went from side to side together with Nathan’s eyes as he followed the letters being shaped. At the sound at its end meeting the paper, Ewan swallowed and opened his mouth once more. “Does it ever happen to you, Nathan, that you miss your village and family? And the people you knew there?” Not getting any reply but the scraping, he continued. “Did you ever have any sweetheart back in England?”

Nathan stopped writing but said nothing. Memories rushed back to him, but he forced himself to speak. His voice was calmer than what he thought it would be. “No, I wouldn’t say so.” He thought over his reply for some seconds. “No, she was just a friend.”

Ewan sat up and looked over his shoulder. “But you cared a great deal about her, didn’t you?” A nod acknowledged the statement. “Have you written to her?”

“Yes, I have.” Hadn’t it been for the darkness and dim light, anybody could have noticed the redness creeping up Nathan’s chin and how it ended by his hair. The pen started to flow over a paper once more, quicker than what it had so far. “She hasn’t replied. As I said, she was only a friend.”

They were both brought to silence once more. It’s safe to say that Ewan felt guilty of making this man think about something he apparently wished to forget. Seeing how grave his face was, Ewan was desperate of changing the subject of the half-baked disaster the conversation had gained. “You mentioned something about destinies and I believe I know our destiny at the moment; it calls for food.”

A shout from above them interrupted him and his grin vanished.


And that’s what I have to post for now. I’m just walking around myself for various reasons.

A Small Announcement

I’m… Not quite sure what to write, but I’ve been thinking. It seems to me that things are changing more than what I first thought, and because of this, I’m beginning to wonder. No matter where I turn or what I try to do, something gets in the way. I thought I’d just leave a message here, pointing out the fact that… I’m lost.

I think it’s best for me to hang onto what I have now. They say that one shouldn’t dig themselves down when everything seems to go in the way. Stubborn as I’ve always been, I’m not listening. I’m just… Going to stay a bit away from everything for a time now and see where that takes me. The guidance I need so badly; I hope I will manage to seek it. So… This is mostly me, saying good bye for now to a couple of things for now.I do pray about the future.

Beautiful People: Ewan

Pfft, I feel I should cook my own words and eat them. I talked about a different blog post, but instead, I write a third one and I post it. I believe there is a part of me who never will be able to keep my mouth closed. My excuse though, is the fact that Georgie and Sky have posted another list of questions for the Beautiful People questionnaire. Having enjoyed it earlier, I wanted to do it again.

Once a month Sky and Georgie will be posting a list of 10 questions for you to answer about your characters. You can use the same character every month, or choose a new one for each set of questions. Your call. You can answer all the questions, just one, or however many you have the time and energy to answer. Just go for it and have fun.

Lord Nathan has to stay away for now because I wanted to look at Ewan Archiebald Tyde. He hasn’t got much attention lately. Even worse, I’ve only worked on Nathan the last time. Ewan was the one I started it all with, and he’s probably the character I really do have a plan for. I think rather few people know his true character, but I believe Wonderful Life gives you a helping hand. I have to warn you though; it’s not like you think it is. Ewan is different from Nathan, but it’s an advantage. Yes, he is much more of a beautiful person than what he thinks.


1. What kind of music does he/she like?
Ewan adores a bit of classic music as well as Celtic music. Still, his heart is especially weak to violas and violins. At the sea though, he got his own little flute which he loves very muchly. The flute’s music has made this a genre from him to like, so it should absolutely be included.

2. Does he/she like to go outside?
Yes! He’s very much of the person who likes to sit outside, walk outside or anything similar. At home, he would often be outside and while being at the sea; he gets even more time to be outside.

3. Is he/she naturally curious?
Yes, I would say so. He keeps his eyes open to see if something does happen, and most of it is based on curiosity. Ewan if often found driven by curiosity (among other things) as well, but I wouldn’t say that he shares his discoveries with too many. (Ewan’s an eavesdropper. He probably plans it all behind my back. That’s what I tell myself.)

4. Favorite color?
Blue, I think. It suits him. (Well, I’m not sure he thinks it suits him.)

5. Where is he/she from?
He is from a strange galaxy from Far Far Away. No, really, he’s from a small village located in England. I haven’t decided exactly where in England it is or what it’s called, but it’s near the coast.

6. Any enemies?
Oh yes, the whole of France is against him. A whole army of Frogs wants to kill him. Ewan wouldn’t say that he has any proper, close enemies. Mr. Tyde is a peaceful man, but there is somebody who tries to keep him down. He isn’t bullied though, but they’re not nice to him.

7. Right, or left handed?
Right handed, even though he tries to write with both of them. He doesn’t want me to tell how badly it ends, so I won’t.

8. What are his/her quirks?
There aren’t many of them. Still, he seems to disappear at times while others can’t explain his behavior. The reason if fairly simple though, but they don’t get it. (He keeps a dairy – Ewan is such a sweet man.) I think it’s also safe to mention the fact that there is a hidden rebellion in him, which may or may not, cause trouble.

9. What kinds of things get on his/her nerves?
Injustice. Hands down. Something in him is ahead of his time, I think. He cares about what’s wrong and right, but in the wrong way. He does what he believes is right, but it may not always be so, and he knows. There is a divided dilemma. What more is, Ewan despites hair in his eyes, people who refuse to listen, writing he can’t read and losing games. And this is only the beginning…

10. Is he/she independent, or needs others to help out?
Yes and no. I’m sure Ewan would say he’s a rather independent man, but I don’t agree. Yes, he can take care of himself, but he does it in the wrong way. He needs guidance. Ewan needs somebody to lead him onto the right path, and from that, he can be independent in my eyes.

There you’ve got him! ^.^ It doesn’t tell exactly who he is, but it definitely tells you something about his character. Now, maybe I need to work more on the character… I’m sure he would like some attention. I’ve left him with trouble. How nice of me…

Sun's in your eyes, the heat is in your hair. They seem to hate you because you are there. And I need a friend, oh, I need a friend to make me happy; Not stand here on my own.

Where Marthe Rambles

I feel I should do something practical or something similar, but I don’t want to. Why? I hath holiday! It’s so nice to know what I haven’t more school until late August. It's a bit more than two whole months. To me, it's more than what I could have asked for. What more is; no exams! My whole class was cheering at the message of three words which brought us the message. God is good. I was so scared, but now, I know that I do not have to be. There is no reason to fear school (for now). Still, even though it’s summer, I felt I had to do something today because I could not just stare into the dusty air...

It was then I took the great decision. I was going to make myself some early dinner! Already at this point, some warning bells should start to ring. As you all probably know, I’m a terrible cook. Sadly, that didn’t stop me. I got the great idea; why not fry some sausages and an egg or two? What a brilliant idea...

I started by putting the pan on the oven, only to put on the wrong plate. While cutting the sausages, the butter was literally boiling. I threw the sausages over, only to get a bigger explosion. Of course, I managed to burn them in all the butter. When getting them away, I threw on an egg. And guess! First, it looked like a duck, but when I turned it around, it was a bird mixed with a turtle! I had a turtle bird. ^.^ Amazingly enough, I ate it. Still, while taking off the pan from the oven and putting it in the sink, I poured soap on it. It’s safe to say that I was proud when the soap boiled. Oh, and I forgot to turn off the oven. Whoops!

I sat down to eat, but ack, I felt too lonely. Teddy was my only company, and he was outside. A fly scared him, so he ran away as fast as he could. However, I sat down to listen to music. To begin with, Daddy and I had been sitting listening and watching videos last evening. I had to show him Andrè Rieu’s verion of Amazing Grace. It gets me everytime, and yes, he almost cried. Furthermore, I had to show him something from Les Choristes. Caresse sur L'océan is a brilliant one, and I do hope we may get to watch it together soon. Oh, and I did listen to You're The Voice… It’s ruined forever. If it isn’t Ioan Gruffudd who’s taking over the world, it’s Merlin. I just know.

I know, I know; that isn’t a good blog post, is it? I believe it’s just general stuff I need to get out because (in fact), I’m trying to type a different one. It needs more brain cells than what I thought it would…

The Soul of Sails

Well, I have seen so many others do this, so I felt I had to do it, too. Anyway, I thought it could be fun. I blame Megan and Abigail, for instance. As you see, it’s all from Sails for The Western Sea and this questionnaire actually gives you a simple look over the story. I’m not sure who made the questions though, but I must give them credit. I see that it all got rather long, but please, bear with me. I had to write it all! Here we go:

1. What’s your word count?
It’s very hard to tell since I’ve got documents here and there and all over the place, but based on my last calculations, I would say around 25,000 words. I know, it is not much, but I’m not much of a proper writer. However, I try to ignore the word count, but it’s not that easy.

2. How long until you finish?
Pfft, how can I know? It may take months and years for all I know.

3. If you have finished, how long did it take you?
It’s not finished.

4. Do you have an outline?
That depends. I know how it begins and how it ends, but I’m taking it a bit as it comes. What more is, I have certain events connecting the story so it may look more like a story with an outline.

5. Do you have a plot?
Er… Plot is such a big word. Can we rather say an idea? Or thoughts? Ask me later, please. I may have a better answer then, if you’re lucky.

6. How many words do you typically write a day?
I don’t really write everyday. I write when I feel for writing, and because of that, I cannot give a proper answer on this one, I’m afraid.

7. What was your greatest word count in one day?
Around 2,000 words? I know, it’s not much, but it’s something.

8. What was your least impressive word count in one day?
I… Have no idea. I don’t remember those numbers.

9. What inspired you to write?
I believe when I saw the ones I stayed around wrote and wrote, I also wanted to write. To be honest, I felt very alone and left out so I thought I’d give it a try. When I started to write, I remembered how much I had loved it, and keeping a certain character from Hornblower in mind as well as Retribution; the words just came. I believe the ending of Retribution is the very source of Sails for The Western Sea because even though something else nodded me towards writing, it was a relationship and a person I wanted to bring over to something I could work on; all simply because I loved (and still loves it) it so very much.

10. Does your novel/story have a theme song?
You had to ask that, did you not? All I can say is Wonderful Life by Tina Cousins. That pretty much summons up everything.

11. Assign each of your major characters a theme song.
Do I have to do so? They’re still growing and I don’t feel for giving them a theme song just yet. If I am just going to take some of them now, it won’t be perfect, but it will be something. For Ewan, it has to be Wonderful Life (it’s here I go all teary). For Romain, I’m thinking Elegie by Secret Garden and for Nathan, I’m thinking about Amazing Grace. However, I shall answer this one more properly later.

12. Which character is most like you?
I admit that I wanted Ewan to be based on me, but he’s not. Yes, we are similar at some points, but in fact, we’re completely different! It certainly was a surprise to me when I realized that the character most similar to me, was the character that doesn’t seem anything like me in the very beginning. Yes, I see Romain Adama as the character that’s most similar to me.

13. Which character would you most likely be friends with?
Oh, that would probably be Ewan. He’s the one I think I could have a good laugh with because Nathan is a rather deep character you’ve got to know before you can see yourself as his friend. Ewan is rather shy, but he’s rather lovely and he tries as hard as he can. As soon as he finds somebody that knows a bit about what he thinks and why, he’s likely to be more open.

14. Do you have a Gary-Stu or Mary Sue character?
Oh dear, I hope not! I haven’t intended to include one, at least.

15. Who is your favourite character in your novel?
Ewan and Nathan. Yup, it has to be them. They’re like the two sides of a coin, like Horatio and Archie, like Merlin and Arthur; to have one, you need them both.

16. Have your characters ever done something completely unexpected?
Yes, they have. I cannot tell everything, but what they do is more than what’s expected of them, even though as the author, I know what they’ll do. Oh, and Romain may say things you don’t expect, or rather the truth you don’t expect.

17. Have you based any of your novel directly on personal experiences?
Well, somehow. Parts of the plot are based on personal experiences, especially the mental challenges Romain faces. Furthermore, I believe I know how it’s for Nathan and the thing about trying to write something. At least, it’s something I can relate to.

18. Do you believe in plot bunnies?
Pfft, why would you ask such a question when it’s so obvious?

19. Is there magic in your novel/story?
No, there’s no magic.

20. Are any holidays celebrated in your novel/story?
Important holidays are mentioned (for instance Easter and Christmas), but nothing more.

21. Does anyone die?
You know, this story is inspired by Hornblower and much of the action is during a war… If I was you, I would absolutely assume so. (I’ve already killed one. It nearly made me cry, but I survived. The character however, did not.)

22. How many cups of coffee/tea have you consumed during your writing experience?
To begin with, I don’t drink coffee. It tastes horrible and I absolutely refuse to drink it. Tea however, has been a faithful companion alongside with hot chocolate, and I’m sure they’ll continue to be with me as the story goes on.

23. What is the latest you have stayed up writing?
Oh, it has been rather late, but only in the weekends. I haven’t stayed up late to write much, but it has happened, at least with the introduction of Lord Nathan.

24. What is the best line?
My favorite so far is perhaps one of the first lines I actually wrote for Sails; James’ famous quote: “My Dear Sir, I am sorry to interrupt you. I am coming here with the message that somebody felled outside of your door.” (And you almost have to include the “I shall go and take care of it immediately, and thank you for coming with the message. However, James, I beg you to do one thing; do work on your grammar!” alongside with it, though.)

Oh, and I admit I’m pleased with Romain’s comment. “Having the name of a grape isn’t exactly the most helpful business in the world when you can’t stand botany.”

25. What is the worst line?
Dur, that has to be the opening line of the story. It’s absolutely terrible, especially as the very first line: “It was a fine morning.” How awful isn’t that?

26. Have you dreamed about your novel/story or its characters?
Not as I can recall.

27. Does your novel rely heavily on allegory?
I want to say that you should read what I’ve already said and that I adore Hornblower and that I’m a Christian, but I won’t. I’ll just be a polite and nice girl and say yes.

28. Summarize your novel/story in under fifteen words.
You've done the same for me and others besides a thousand times; it’s my time to return it. (La la la, let’s pretend that I can’t count.)

29. Do you love all your characters?
Yes, I think I do. They all mean something to me in one way or another.

30. Have you done something sadistic or cruel to your characters specifically to increase your word count?
No, not to increase my word count, but yes, I’ve been cruel to my characters. However, I did it for the plot and not the word count.

31. What was the last thing your main character ate?
Disturbing enough, I don’t think any of my characters have eaten anything so far. Well, a fox almost ate a cat at the very beginning. Does that count for anything?

32. Describe your main character in three words.
But… I’ve got two main characters! Okay, then we’ll just take them both. Nathan is loyal, a leader and brave while Ewan is faithful, supportive and thoughtful.

33. What would your antagonists dress up as for Halloween?
A bunch of frogs, I’m sure.

34. Does anyone in your story go to a place of worship?
Yes, several of them do, but there’s just one scene that really is about a place of worship and worship itself.

35. How many romantic relationships take place in your novel/story?
There are very few of them, but of course, you have the “standard” married couples. You also have a relationship which can be seen as a romantic one, but it never develops into anything more. It never gets the time.

36. Are there any explosions in your novel/story?
Yes. For instance, a ship explodes…

37. Is there an apocalypse in your novel/story?
Not really, but I would say there’s a mental apocalypse. It’s rather hard to explain, and I know it sounds disturbing, but it’s in a different form of the word and has to be taken along with a spoon of salt. It’s rather a metaphor.

38. Does your novel take place in a post-apocalyptic world?
Nope, of course not!

39. Are there zombies, vampires or werewolves in your novel/story?
Erk, what an awful question! No, Sails for The Western Sea is a zombie, vampire and werewolf free zone.

40. Are there witches, wizards or mythological creatures/figures in your novel/story?
Not exactly, but they are often mentioned in Nathan’s papers and he likes to talk about them as well as writing about them. It’s an old interest of his and he brings it along with him through the story. In other words, you shouldn’t be surprised if Morgan Le Fay or Merlin is mentioned and written about.

41. Is anyone reincarnated?
None of the ones who die comes back to earth.

42. Is anyone physically ailed?
Excuse me?

43. Is anyone mentally ill?
Ack, I hate that phrase of “mentally ill”. Yes, some characters have emotional troubles or as most would call it, mentally problems, but none are mentally ill. Pfft, I want to throw that phrase out of the window…!

44. Does anyone have swine flu?
Er, the swine flu wasn’t invented at the time my story takes place.

45. Who has pets in your novel and what are they?
Unless you include the dust bunnies, there are no pets to talk about. Yes, there are horses in the story, but they’re not really owned by one man alone.

46. Are there angels, demons, or any religious references/figures in your novel/story?
I would absolutely say that there are religious references because this is a story about two men who grows in their faith. I don’t think it needs to be said more.

47. How about political figures?
Oh yes, you’ve got Lords and Ladies. The King is also mentioned at several occasions, but he’s never there. Oh, and you’ve got Earls, Bishops, a Countess, a politician…

48. Is there incessant drinking?
I haven’t included anything of that, unless you look away from all the salt water that was accidently swallow and the nice water that rarely was drunk.

49. Are there board games? If so, which ones?
There are several card games, but I don’t know the names of them. To me, they’re just playing cards now.

50. Are there any dream sequences?
Ha, yes! A very confusing one, too.

51. Is there humor?
Oh no, it’s dry as a dead fish. Hallo, we’re talking about Lord Nathan Heverrick here and his future friend Ewan Archiebald Tyde; what do you think! Well, they may not be found funny, buy I hope they’re enough to make people smile a little…

52. Is there tragedy?
No comment. *shifty eyes*

53. Does anyone have a temper tantrum?
…and that means what? No, I wouldn’t say so, but someone is known for their temper.

54. How many characters end up single at the end of your novel/story?
How can I tell? We’re in the Navy here…

55. Is anyone in your novel/story adopted?
Yes. For instance, you’ve got little Abigail who’s adopted.

56. Does anyone in your novel/story wear glasses?
I repeat, we’re in the time period where Jane Austen may or may not have been born. I doubt that glasses were very fashionable then, not to mention invented and used!

57. Has your novel/story provided insight about your life?
Maybe. It’s helped me look at things in a different way and I suppose that have provided me a type of insight. It has also offered me the chance of looking at things in a deeper way for then turning it around to something I can use. By using this, I believe I’ve learned more about how one can react in different situations and things I’ve taken for granted are not exactly taken for granted anymore.

58. Your personality?
Bleh, yes. Two names: Romain Adama and Ewan Archiebald Tyde. I blame them for bringing up something with my personality and made me see more of it.

59. Has your novel/story inspired anyone?
I… Don’t think so. However, it’s not a question for me to answer.

60. How many people have asked to read your novel/story?
Um… Not many.

61. Have you drawn any of your characters?
If I did do so, I would be cruel. I can’t draw if it so was to save my own life. I rather jut find pictures on the internet and use them.

62. Has anyone drawn your characters for you?
No. I would love to see somebody draw a character from my imagination, but I fear I don’t know anybody who would do so.

63. Does anyone vomit in your novel/story?
Oh yes. Thank goodness, it’s not explained though. Poor Lucy, she’ll have to take most of the vomiting.

64. Does anyone bleed in your novel/story?
Last time I looked, the story was during a war, there’s an explosion, there are battles, several dies; I would expect so. It’s a messy business, but its handled as nicely as possible. (Right… “Shoot him! Shoot him!)

65. Do any of your characters watch TV?
No, they’re too busy at the sea. Anyway, it’s difficult to get a cable to reach all the way to the other side of the world.

66. What size shoe does your main character wear?
I don’t know, but I can tell you that his shoes are too tight for him and it makes him highly annoyed. Lord Nathan makes a great issue of this, but it never gets sorted. Does that count?

67. Do any of the characters in your novel/story use a computer?
Sure…

68. How would you react if your novel/story was erased entirely?
You don’t want to know. If it happens, I’m not responsible for the damages that will occur after this event.

69. Did you cry at killing off any of your characters?
I don’t believe it’s wise for the plot if I answer this one. However, I can say there I have cried and that I will cry.

70. Did you cheer when killing off one of your characters?
Not yet. However, I think I shall be a bit guilty when it comes to this one. It will be just like the death of the Frogette; Horatio cries “NOOOO!” when she dies while I’m screaming “YEEEEEEES!”

71. What advice would you give to a fellow writer?
I’m not much of a proper writer, but I believe I would say that they should not be desperate after finding something to write; they should write something they feel is right to write. Also, don’t force yourself to write because everybody else is doing so; write because you want it and write in a way that you’re comfortable with.

72. Describe your ending in three words.
Bittersweet (nyha Megan, I didn’t know you had written that until I saw your post after writing this), spiritual and emotional.

73. Are there any love triangles, squares, hexagons, etc.?
You’ve got sine and cosine; do the math yourself. Oh yes, did I mention that they’re in the Navy?

74. On a scale of 1-10 (1 being the least stressful, 10 being the most) how does your stress rank?
Oh dear, I’m feeling bad, but I have to say between eight and nine.

75. Was it worth it?
Until now, there’s been a lot of crying over the story. Everybody else had more words than me, I don’t know how to use the words, I have language troubles, it’s a terrible story, I’m not full of knowledge, I’ve been so frustrated that I’ve cried four hours, I have edited and deleted; it’s been a nightmare! However, it’s something that’s growing with me; I am growing with the story and at the end, I know it’ll be worth it. There is no way that I’m going to give up now.

Beautiful People - Lord Nathan

Ack, how can people persuade me as much as they are doing now? It’s not fair. I cannot believe I said yes to writing about Lord Nathan Heverrick. Poor man. I cannot, however, take any credit over this questionnaire. Georgie and Sky as the ones to blame and you can find them over here.

As most of you know, he comes from my story Sails for The Western Sea and this is a few tidbits on his character.

1. What type of laugh does he have?
Lord Nathan’s laugh is similar to a pig’s laugh. It mostly sounds like a snort or a snerk in the beginning, before it turns out to an outright laugh which you know comes from the heart. When it’s a forced laugh though, it sounds mostly like a dry laughter which mostly just pronounces the “heh heh” instead of laughing it.

2. Who is his best friend?
He’s never been much of a social person and he never was so, but as the story goes on, he gets to know Ewan and they develop a friendship that is very dear to both of them. Both he and you will know that nobody can take the other’s place in that friendship, no matter what.

3. What is his/her family like?
He comes from a very noble family, hence the title Lord. His mother and siblings never played a big part in the story, but they are good people. His father however, is very similar to Nathan as the same time as he’s completely different. They stand for the same values, but his father would approach it differently than Nathan, but which way is the best; that’s for the reader to decide.

4. Is he/she a Christian, or will he/she eventually find Jesus?
Yes, Lord Nathan is a Christian. He’s been a Christian for as long as he could remember, but the faith hasn’t really played such a big part of his life as it should have. During the story however, his faith will grow, and it’s first then he will become a true Christian who lives for Jesus and does what he does because of his faith.

“”I once was blind but now I see". Didn't I write that?” “Yes, you did.” “Now at last it's true.” – From Amazing Grace

5. Does he believe in fairies?
Because of his wandering mind, I would say it’s plausible. He never has an opinion regarding fairies because they don’t seem to interest him very much, but he likes to think about creatures of myth. Having included mythological creatures into his own stories as well as having a genuine interest in it, he would very much like it to be true, but he is unsure of what to think.

6. Does he like hedgehogs?
That’s... A very interesting question. He care about animals, but hedgehogs seem to scare him in an odd fashion. It’s among the small animals which he has problems with; alongside with rats, lemmings and snakes. I know Lord Nathan would love to come back to that point, but for now; no, he doesn’t like them very much.

7. Favourite kind of weather?
A day with clouds in the sky alongside with the sun. It should be warm enough, but not too hot because he’ll just get mad then. There should also be wind because it’s then he feels comfortable and safe. What more is, he doesn’t mind the snow too much either as long he doesn’t have to travel through it.

8. Does he have a good sense of humour? If so what kind? (Slapstick, wit, sarcasm, etc.?)
Does Lord Nathan have a good sense of humour? No. Do the others laugh at him? No. Does he laugh at himself? Yes. His humour is rather dry and when he uses his puns, other’s are just giving him a queer look. They cannot quite understand him, and Nathan would say he’s humour isn’t weird; other’s just don’t get it. As the times goes on, he also develops a humour based on sarcasm (alongside with his bad puns, of course), but the sarcasm is only used at times when he is unsure or worried in one way or another.

9. How did he do in school, or any kind of education they might have had?
He has a rather good education, especially when it comes to mathematics and languages. He’s graduated of course, but he walks around, knowing sine and cosine by heart. Lord Nathan speaks two languages as well; English and French.

10. Any strange hobbies?
Yes, his hobbies can be strange at times. Among them, you’ll find: Annoying himself because of his tight shoes (a brilliant hobby), writing about myths and the Arthurian Legend, collection stones, quote famous men, scrunch his wee little nose and smile before he turns the lights out and go to bed. The last one is not exactly a hobby, but he has to do so every night.

Yup, there we go. Now, at last, I can start working with my English homework. (Pfft, like I wanted to do so anyway.) And as you know, Lord Nathan is my characters, so nobody; I repeat NOBODY, should as much think about stealing him.

The Lady Morgana's Story

At once when the name Morgan Le Fay is mentioned, people will react. Some may react with a grin, while others will shake their heads. There are always those who will give you an empty look, not understanding what on earth you’re talking about, but that's how it is. Yes, this is the character from the Arthurian legend you cannot escape. The versions tell her story form different point of views, and each adaption is different from the last one. No, we won’t know exactly who Morgan Le Fay was, but we know the basic outlines of the story; her story.

The different versions of the legend have interested me, and I am amazed to see how the same story can be so changed; how one story can be divided into many stories. I believe this is a legend which is so complex, and to tell about one character, you must mention other characters. Still, I wanted this post to be about Morgan Le Fay. I wanted it to be about her, and how she became the lady from the legend. I had to think about which version of the well known Morgan I was going to write about, but if you know me, it won’t be a big surprise. Of course I had to choose Morgana Pendragon from the BBC Merlin.

"Please Merlin you must beware! This is only the beginning." - Morgana

Yes, this is Morgana from the BCC version of the Arthurian Legend. She’s played by the beautiful irish actress Katie McGrath, and what’s so special about Morgana in this version, is that she’s more or less a clean character. I won’t go much into detail about this, though. From the beginning, we she as her as the first lady of Camelot, Uther’s ward and a good girl. How is this ever supposed to remind us about Morgan Le Fay we believe we know so well? How will this spoiled girl be one of the most known sorceresses that ever lived? There’s so many questions to answer, but before even thinking about the questions, I believe it may be wise to look at Morgana’s life and her story. This is, in few words, what actually happens to her. It’s based on this we can figure out why she is as she is. Yup, it is now it all gets really interesting.

She’s seen at a party in the beginning of the series. We already know that she despites the fact that Uther is against magic; not necessarily because magic is either bad or good, but because he ruins families and kills people who never did anything wrong. At the same time, she also has nightmares which she cannot explain herself. Gaius, one of the few people she can trust, has vague ideas what the case may be, but he never says it out loud to Morgana. Then, Mordred arrives. Every man who’s familiar with the legend will know which relationship we can expect. Uther wants the boy killed, but Morgana, without caring about being Uther’s ward, does everything she can to save the little boy who hasn’t said a single word to her. Further on, she says that magic may be something you are born with and cannot decide, but the words don’t mean anything to Uther. She’s getting bitterer, but it all seems to be invisible to the king. At the end, she agrees with Tauren and Uther will be killed. However, she regrets this action, and he’s saved in the last moment. Already now, we can see the darkness in Morgana growing.

"You. How proud you must be, son of the mighty Uther. How you must look up to him. Does the king's little helper bring a message or have you just come to gloat?" - Morgana

In the second series, she’s still unsure of who she is. It’s getting clear to her which abilities she’s in the possession of, but she cannot understand it yet. Later, Merlin advices her to go to the Druid camp because he knows she can get help there. But was it that smart with the thought that Morgana and Mordred was reunited? Merlin later arrived, saying Uther believed she had been kidnapped and was going to execute everyone in Camelot who was under suspicion unless she was returned. Now, she began to understand that her powers were not to fear, but her surroundings worried her. When Mordred arrived later with Alvarr, we get to see a new side of Morgana as she steals a crystal from the castle. Morgana is suspected when Alvarr escapes, and now, she tells Uther what she thinks about him. She cannot stand him! The hatred is just growing. Now, we’ve met Morgause, and Morgana agrees to Morgause’s suggestion; brining woe over Camelot. Morgana says yes to something which she doesn’t really understand herself, all in the belief that Uther will suffer. She now hates the man who raised her. It all ends by Merlin poisoning her.

"Let this be understood. whoever has done this, they have betrayed me. They have betrayed the Kingdom. If I ever discover who it was who did this, they will rue the day they were born." - Uther

Before going any further, I want to discuss this scene a little. It is one of my favorite moments, and you should believe me on this one. At first, she’s just coughing before she understands it; she cannot breath properly. We get to see her becoming more and more frightened, and Merlin starts to cry. When Merlin offers Morgana some water, you can see it in her smile that she’s trusting Merlin. She does not believe that he ever will go on, giving her poison. However, when she cannot breathe, the truth appears right in front of her eyes. Morgana couldn’t know why Merlin would do anything like that, but how would it have helped her if she knew? Merlin tries his best to comfort her, but Morgana is frightened. I believe it shows that Morgana never understood what her actions could lead to, but she’s realizing it now. Merlin on the other hand, stands over a difficult choice. Shall he save Camelot, or should he kill his friend? Another reason why it’s so beautiful and yet so painful, is because of the acting. Colin Morgana and Katie McGrath are brilliant. Hands down for them. We get to see what Merlin’s been for Morgana and what’s Morgana’s been for Merlin.

In series 3, it’s been a year since Morgana was taken away by Morgause. She’s found in the woods; dirty, tired and scared. Uther’s been searching for Morgana since the day she was poisoned, and now, he succeeded. They return to Camelot and after a talk with Arthur, she tells Merlin that she knows everything. She knows that he poisoned her and why, but it’s all right. What Merlin does not know, is that Morgana has turned against the ones she loved back in the time. She betrays Merlin, Uther and the rest of Camelot, but it fails. One shouldn’t forget though, that it was Morgana who got the honor of saving the whole city. For her birthday, she gets a golden dagger. Merlin already knows that she will kill Uther with it, and because of that, he uses his magic to close the doors in front of Morgana when she’s about to walk out. She falls in the stairs and hit her head. It all looks very serious, and it’ll only get worse when Uther admits to Gaius that he is her father. Unknown to him, Merlin is eavesdropping and Morgana almost wakes up when he says this. The silly man believes his secret is safe. She continues and tries to kill Arthur now when she knows that he may be the one who stands in her way when it comes to the throne, and she does all in her power. Still, it’s not enough. Merlin is there to put an end to it.

"You have learned an important lesson, Merlin. Your determination to see goodness in people will be your undoing, but I fear that your future's are now joined forever. She is the darkness to your light, the hatred to you love."
- The Great Dragon

When she dreams about Gwen being Queen of Camelot, she starts to understand that she must get her away as well. Eventually, Morgana and Morgause get the Cup of Life, and Morgana’s crowned Queen of Camelot. This is just the beginning of the story, and now, we’re starting to see who she is.

"Those that defy them, those that choose to fight they will surely die. Those who do not resist, those that choose to welcome change, they will have a future here. Everyone has a choice." - Morgana

Yes, I adore the BBC Merlin and how they’ve told Morgana’s story so far. However, this is only things that have happen. What about her personality? What about being evil? What does it mean? Is she now evil, and if yes; why? Can the circumstances have shaped her? It’s it all just her fault? These are questions I want to bring up, but not now. I encourage you to think about this because our Morgana is a deep one. It’s not everyday we get to watch a story like this unfold.

Yes, I admit it; this Morgana is a good one. This is only the beginning.

Archie and his Companions

Okay, I admit it. Abigail tempted me, and I wanted to do something similar as she did. However, I haven’t asked her yet (I’m sorry, Abigail!), but I hope she won’t mind too much. However than putting up Archie (my bookshelf), I shall put up a few of my own books. These are books I own; some of them I’ve bought myself while others have been gifts. I wanted to present a few of my books that I adore in one way or another, for then putting down a few words about them.

World History
This, as you may see, is a book in Norwegian. I got it for Christmas one year, and it’s been with me ever since. It’s, obviously, a book about all important historical events that’s happen since the time of Jesus Christ, but never is religion mentioned. Well, it’s told which religion people did follow, but it’s not explained any further. Also, even though it may tell about awful happenings, it’s clean, brilliant when it comes to facts and I would say everybody can read it without being hurt or offended in any ways. There are also lovely pictures; for instance from The Middle Age and The English Civil War.



Winnie-the-Pooh on New Adventures
Of course I had to mention this book. I don’t know when I got it, but I was a little girl, I’m sure. It’s published by Disney and based on one of the well known movies which also were made by Disney. As you may see, this is also in Norwegian. Small stories about him are collected into a big one and I would absolutely say it fits for anyone. You cannot help sitting there, thinking “Daww!” and “Ooh!”. At least, I know I can’t. It’s a delightful read with clean language, nothing offensive and adorkable characters. Is it weird I adore it? (The page numbers you may see are made by BabyMarthe.)

Kitties
It’s mah kitty book! The book contains adorable pictures of small kitties as well as quotes from famous and not so famous people. It belonged to me dead grandmother, but after her death, it was given to me. I don’t know why I was the one who got it, but it’s safe to say that I’ve enjoyed it more then what I actually thought I would. It’s a book I take up when I’m sad or happy; bored or not. You will easily understand when I’m reading it. The only word in my vocabulary in French, English or Norwegian, “DAWW!” is all I can say. I truly do love it, and I feel blessed to own it.

The Chronicles of Narnia
You saw this coming, didn’t you? I’m known for adoring Narnia, at the same time I’m collecting everything that has anything with Narnia to do. C.S. Lewis has written a beautiful allegory divided by seven books; each telling a beautiful story. My first meeting with it all, wasn’t the very best. A mournful girl at 9 years picked it up at the library because she couldn’t find anything better and since that, it’s become one of the most important things in her life. I believe everyone knows what I’m thinking, and if they don’t... They should read Narnia. Yes, this is in fact the dearest books to me except the Bible. It has followed be until now, and I know it shall continue to follow me, which I’m very thankful of. ^.^

The Gammage Cup
This cannot be a big surprise, can it? It’s written by Carol Kendall and the book was given to me last Christmas. In the Land Between the Mountains, you can find the village Slipper-on-the-Water. It’s a peaceful place where the Minnipins live, unaware of the fears lurking around. However, when Muggles wakes up one night and faces a special event, everything changes. I don’t know where to start, because this book is nothing but adorable. It’s clean, funny and it has some brilliant characters. It’s written from a point of view which may be seen as simple, but if you sit down and read, you’ll soon understand that it’s not as simple as you though. I absolutely think others should read it, but they won’t get my copy!

Little Women
This book is written by Louisa May Alcott and it tells the story about the four sisters; Meg, Jo, Beth and Amy March. The March sisters are living during The Civil War in America, and because of this, they’ll have to face ups and downs. I was slightly sceptical at first, but the characters, especially the March sisters, are so interesting in their own way. None of them are the same, I adore the differences among them and how the author has captured it. It’s not secret I adore Beth March because of her gentle and shy character, and this makes me believe that every girl can find some of herself in at least one of the sisters. It’s funny, clean; yes, everything I believe a book should be. It’s a piece well worth to read.

Boxen
Here we come to a book I haven’t read just yet. It’s written by C.S. Lewis and his brother W.H. Lewis and it’s about their imaginary land and all the creatures you can find there. I’ve just looked over it, and it’s amazing to realize that this was created by two young children. Around the book, you’ll find pictures made by the two brothers. Believe me, Warnie was an exceptional artist. The writing does also seem to have some depth and it’s through a charming book when it comes to the look of it. It shall be delightful to be able to read it, as soon as I’ve got time, of course.

Here you see some of my very favourite books, and yes, they’re the ones I can read over and over again, and never get tired. ^.^

The pictures are taken by me, but the book and their covers do belong to their proper owners. No copyright infringement intended. These pictures are only for personal use, and shall not be spread further. Thank you.

It started out as a feeling…

I see so many others typing on their stories, and I admit that this inspired me to type some more. I’m more or less working on Sails for The Western Sea, even though it’s going rather slowly. However, it was a picture which made me write more; yes, two chapters. All because of a picture. Who would have thought that?

I wanted to make a portrait of one of my characters; Lord Nathan Heverrick. I’m still working on his character, but I do have a plan for him. Prince Albert, played by Rupert Friend in The Young Victoria, inspired me. I was merely looking after pictures when he came up. At once, I knew I had to include him into the story. For days, I had the idea about a writer in the back of my head and there, Prince Albert looked just like that writer. Because of this, it’s not needed to say much about his look because the picture includes the most important bits.

When it comes to his personality, he can be seen as a quiet man, at least when people are gathered for dinner or a party. His humor is looked as rather dry, especially because of his bad puns. It needs to be said though; he finds himself rather funny even though others don’t. When others laugh, he often has problems with understanding why.

He’s the son of a highly respected man in the society, and because of this, he often finds himself in clothes he doesn’t exactly like. He tends to get annoyed over the clothes and how stiff or small they are, and especially his boots. However, he wants to look decent and that is why he tries to have patience.

He also gets annoyed easily at others if they don’t do their duty or are respect to others. He is often found getting annoyed at James the servant, but he never says anything to the others about his thoughts. Nathan, as I already mentioned, is a quiet man who rather would like to stay alone. He cannot get used to conversations or the attention of others. However, he’s a true gentleman as does what’s expected of him.

With having such a wandering mind, he’s often found trying to write something. So far, nothing has been successful. He dreams about doing something great one day, and this leads to him joining the Royal Navy where he’s true life will begin and the quiet and stubborn man will become a man of a leader. He will step out of his shadow and show that his faith is stronger than expected, his mind sneakier and his courage greater. However, his loyalty will cost him more than what he could imagine.

He’s still where he’s growing, but as you see, I do have a plan. Lord Nathan is far from flawless, but I cannot help saying that I am rather glad I found the picture of Prince Albert. If I, as the author, shall describe him in one sentence; he’s Archie Kennedy mixed with Morgana, mixed with a bit of Jewel the Unicorn and something that never was expected.

Yes, this is my Lord Nathan Heverrick.

"Here I go, out to sea again. The sunshine fills my hair, and dreams hang in the air. Gulls in the sky, and in my blue eyes. You know it feels unfair, there's magic everywhere."

A Foot in The Mouth

*BANG* The sound was like a knife through the air and she blinked over and over again. It had happened, right? The sinking feeling in her stomach only grew stronger and stronger where she sat. Wasn’t it possible to just jump up and down and then everything would be okay? Or sneeze the feeling out? That would be something more than helpful. She continued to sit there, just staring in front of her. Her head was feeling dizzy, but she wasn’t really dizzy, was she? It was more a feeling of anger mixed with disappointment. Of course, she had put her foot into her mouth yet another time.

I believe many can relate to this to a certain point. We all say more than what we thought of at times. Typical, isn’t it? I find the phrase of putting your foot into your mouth rather good because it symbolizes you action in a way that normally many would find hard to describe.

What I mean with this is that we often say things we maybe shouldn’t have said. We have the type of people saying bad things or things that hurt which they understand can be bad, but we all do. We regret, say sorry and tried to leave it with that.

Now, let me explain something else I thought about; the reason why I wrote this. In conversations, people will often have strong opinions and they want to defend their opinions. Are you with me so far? Okay, let’s continue. The conversation goes on, but after some time, you will see that it’s changed. The change is hard to describe, but you understand that the defending of each person’s views comes more clearly out. But keep in mind; this is still a conversation, not an argument.

At this point, I think people often can put their foot into their mouth. Either they can defend their point of view rather strongly or they say too much. Note, by saying too much, it does not mean what they are saying is negative. Now, let’s jump to the point where the conversation is ended.

Here you are sitting, understanding you said too much. Basically, you did put your foot into your mouth. In my case, it’s often caused by a comment from others. It makes me see what I just said, and I am frightened. I am frightened that I said too much. But there is this deeper feeling under it as well; I just wanted to tell MY opinion, didn’t I?

Thoughts like “Why can’t I express my opinions like others?” and “What am I doing wrong” are coming over me like the shadow of a wave. Yes, it all becomes a wave. Why does everything I try to say get wrong?

I strongly dislike that feeling.

She stared in front of her for quite some time before the tears busted out again. Another day, another cry.

Merlin Quotes Here and There

I think my eyes and I are in a very deep conflict at the moment. Sitting and working with science for an hour or so only makes them grumpy. They want to fall down, but I do not want them to. I fear they are taking over my will. Besides, I don’t have time for them falling down. I must work on math because I have a math test tomorrow! I should write something sensible, but I don’t have the time, but I wanted to write something. Instead, I came to think to think about a couple of quotes that I just wanted to… Share. And it’s Merlin. Eh.

"Destinies are troublesome things. You feel trapped? Like your whole life has been planned out for you and you've got no control over anything and sometimes you don't even know if what destiny has decided is really the best thing at all." - Merlin

"Are you sure we are talking about the same Arthur, because that Arthur is an idiot" – Merlin to The Great Dragon (You got to love that one.)

"What if my father's opinion of magic is wrong, that not all magic is evil?" – Sensible(!) Arthur to Merlin

“Listen to me Arthur!” “You know me, Merlin… I never listen to you!” – Arthur and Merlin

"Put the sword down Merlin. You look ridiculous." – Arthur

"The thing I find hardest to bear is that people will always think he was guilty because he tried to escape." – Gwen about her father

"Well you don't look like one of those big muscley kinds of fellows" - Gwen to Merlin

"You. How proud you must be, son of the mighty Uther. How you must look up to him. Does the king's little helper bring a message or have you just come to gloat?" - Morgana to Arthur (I know it is dark, but I do find it very good.)

"And killing things mends a broken heart?" – Morgana to Arthur

"You and Arthur are but two side of the same coin" – The Great Dragon (Priceless)

”A crown does not define who you are. It only gives you a title.” – Me on Uther and Morgana. Ahem.

And that’s it. Now I have a slightly random blog post, but it is a post… Right?