Sunday, July 26, 2015

"What about this?" "What is it?" "Salt!" "That's too salty!"

 I started reading a book about the two top scoring aces of WWII. Dick Bong and Tommy McGuire. It's really good, even though I'm only a hundred pages into it. I have a feeling though, no matter what I read about, no matter what these two men did, nothing will impress me more than the fact Dick Bong ate a 9 month old fruitcake. 

 Just let that sink in for a while.

 Today's Music Monday is a bit random. I don't know if it particularly fits any of my books...but we were listening to it today and it kind of got stuck in my head. I'm sure it fits one of my books though, at one point or another. Right now I can't think of which or when but mostly because I'm working on a plot which is finally coming together.

 So enjoy

 Quote is from Doctor Who, when Donna is trying to save 10 after he's been poisoned.


Thursday, July 23, 2015

"Coming, coming, when are you coming? Now or next week?"

 The humorous and misadventures of Jack

 I forgot to share a story of what happened to me while I was flying. (I wasn't piloting. I want to fly someday, but no one is going to let a dyslexic behind the controls of a B17).

 After years of flying I'm starting to get the hang of boarding. I realized there are numbers on the ticket, and you can line up under the little sign with the same numbers. (Like boarding 5.) And then you can get to your seat fairly fast and not drop your overhead luggage on little old ladies as you are trying to lift it up over your head in the narrow hallway. (I like it best when the attendants or some fella takes pity on my lack of height and helps me out)

 Because of this new found discovery, when I flew I got so I was the first in line under the little sign with my number. I was reading my book, leaning on my suitcase, and wishing I'd not forgotten my dried mangoes at home when the plane I was waiting for landed and people began to get off. Because I like to watch people and play Sherlock when I'm bored I peeked up sometimes to watch everyone who was getting off the plane.

 While I was doing this a young man got off and stood a few feet away from me, obviously waiting for someone. I glanced at him, and then openly stared. He looked and dressed just like Adam Young, the main singer for Owl City.

 I'm a quiet person, but he looked so much like Adam Young I decided if it was him I was going to go up and say hi and tell him how much I liked his songs. (Be impressed, because I was inches from leaving my place in line.)

 Before I did so however, I decided to check his Instagram to see if it was him, because he had pictures of himself on there and if I saw one then I would know for sure if this man and he really did look alike.

 By this time there was a man in line behind me, but I decided to try and be discreet about the picture stalking.

This is what the young man looked like. Complete with the hair. (This is Adam Young after one of his first CDs came out.)

 I can't get the picture I pulled up to see if the young man was Adam Young, but this link will take you to it. It was the first on his Instagram of himself.

 As you can see, One: the fella wasn't Adam Young. Two: You can understand why the man behind me might have made some kind of throaty noise over the girl looking at pictures of young fellas on her phone - he had no idea my reasoning behind it and I wasn't about to explain myself. Three: Obviously I forgot Adam Young grew up between CD one and the new one.

 And that was the humorous adventure.

 The other happened today.

 I randomly decided I wanted to go to Starbucks and get coffee. I had a list of reasons for this. I'd had a bad week, I had a coupon, I didn't have to go to work until later in the day, and I was just in the mood for a fake coffee. (One with so much sugar and cream it can't be called coffee)

 I was laughing at myself, and texting my best friend and telling her I felt a bit like a hippy because I was walking to Starbucks with a coupon on my IPhone to get a coffee. The comparison ended there I soon realized. (Hippy might be the wrong word. Hipster? Whatever you call them, I felt like one.)

 I realized I was wearing one of my sloppier outfits. A fedora, this green skirt I have I wear when I've had a bad day, am sick, am tired, don't care how I look, don't want to be sociable. In other words it is the skirt I wear when I've had enough of the world for one reason or another. It is long, it is flappy and comfy, dark green, and worn out and I love it. I also had on my Narnia tee shirt and my dog tags with my two nick names stamped on them.

 I wandered into Starbucks after getting into a debate with said friend I'd been texting. (A debate about the Starbucks' nick name being Steve and Bucky not Bucky and Donna's - which is what one calls Barnes and Noble for reasons.)

 I think I looked more comical then I realized because the lady behind the counter smiled one of those, "Aren't you cute, you strange little person?" smiles.

 Anyways, I somehow ordered the coffee thing without too much trouble. (I did find out you can get cream ones instead of coffee ones. So it is like, a thing of sugar and cream without even the smallest hint of coffee in it. As Sherman from Mr. Peabody and Sherman would put it, they are pretty fantastic.)

 This story was more amusing today before I shared the awkward airport one. But anyways, that is how Jack gets coffee, which turned out to not be coffee at all. But it had extra whipped cream with caramel on it, so I got to work with tasty sticky fingers and then got to play with little kids all afternoon.

 The quote is from the Tintin books, Flight 714. It was suggested to me as it applies to me right now as I wait for the email.


Wednesday, July 22, 2015

"I saw that look. 'Haha his ship is rubbish.'"

 I'm still waiting. For a lot of things, but also for the email which will decide the next step in my writing. Until then, just stay on edge. Because I am, so you have to join me.

 You know how you have brilliant ideas while in the shower? And you can compose the new American best seller with an amazing, edge of your seat plot? Characters who are so life like they rip your heart out? And then you get out and the best you can manage is, "Jack and Jill went up a hill..." Well, I had an amazing post all written up while in the shower. Now I can't remember any of it.

 I'd apologize but I don't feel like it. So you get this post instead, and I don't know if this post has any sort of meaning behind it. Just be glad I'm attempting. I could be writing a letter instead, or reading a book.

 I will do my best to give a bit of an update. That will have to do until the news comes in.

 Reading: I'm doing pretty good. Instead of reading ten books at once I've got it down to three. Not counting the ones I'm editing, because I'm only editing it off and on. 

 Writing: I should do a post about this, but I will talk about most of it for later. I've had a fairly good day and don't wish to make myself cry right at this moment. But because of recent events, I've not been writing as much. (A friend of mine and I were talking about it the other day. She is like me, she said she's heard of some people who can use grief and pain in their lives to pour out their best work on paper, but she can never manage it and instead is unable to write anything. I've realized I'm the same way.) I'm considering entering the new Rooglewood contest. I will if I can think up a good Sleeping Beauty story.

 Work: I have a hedgehog necklace and I wore it to work once. The little kids loved it and would sit on my lap, play with it, and ask me what it was. Now I wear it there almost every day because they love it so much. They will walk by, fiddle with it, and say over and over, "Hedgehog. Hedgehog." There is nothing cuter than one and two year olds saying hedgehog. Trust me.

 Watching: Avatar the Last Airbender. Not much else really. I'm slowly making my way through Doctor Who again, My Little Pony. The Avengers, the British TV series. All those fun shows I like.

 Doing Stuff: I have no idea what to call this. But yeah...I've taken to jogging again in the mornings. Trying not to throw myself while riding my bike. But mostly I just try and get out and do something new every day.

 Editing: Off and on working on Brothers-in-Arms with plans to work on Haphazardly Implausible soon. Mostly just waiting for an email before I decide where to go with editing and so forth.

 There, that should count for something. Not sure what, but something.

 Quote is from Doctor Who, the 11th Doctor


Tuesday, July 21, 2015

"I'm getting married."

 Today I am taking part in Jaye L. Knight's blog tour for the release of Half-Blood.

Schedule and Information

Hello, everyone! Thank you so much for taking part in this blog tour. This document includes all the information for your tour posts. For anyone who signed up for an interview, I will send you my responses separately as I get them finished.

Again, thank you so much for joining in! If you have any questions, feel free to email me!

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About the Book

The gasps and murmuring grew. Though some were hardly more than whispers, clear words reached Jace’s ears—dangerous, monster, animal, soulless. He tried to back away from their accusing eyes, but the collar pulled hard against his throat and held him in place.

For all his years as a slave, Jace has known nothing but the hatred people hold for his mixed blood—one half human, the other half the blood of a race considered monsters. Always, he is the outsider and quickly learns it is better to keep to himself. But, when his volatile ryrik blood leads him to do the unthinkable, he is thrown into a world of violence and bloodshed.

Forced to become a gladiator, Jace finds more and more of his heart dying as his master works to break down his will not to become the monster everyone believes he is. When a stranger interferes with his master’s harsh punishment, Jace’s world is upended yet again. But with it comes the possibility of hope that has long since died. Could the man possibly hold the key to escaping the hopeless darkness that is Jace’s life? Is there such a thing as life beyond the cruelty of slavery?

See where Jace’s story all began . . .

Available on Amazon!

Discover Ilyon in Resistance and The King’s Scrolls.

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About the Author

Jaye L. Knight is an award-winning author, homeschool graduate, and shameless tea addict with a passion for Christian fantasy. Armed with an active imagination and love for adventure, Jaye weaves stories of truth, faith, and courage with the message that even in the deepest darkness, God’s love shines as a light to offer hope. She has been penning stories since the age of eight and resides in the Northwoods of Wisconsin.

You can connect with Jaye on her website, blog, Facebook, Google+, Twitter, Etsy, and on her new fiction forum where you can interact with other readers of the series.

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Share in the excitement of the release and enter to win a themed giveaway pack! Prizes include an autographed copy of Half-Blood, a blue feather bookmark hand crafted by Jaye, a bronze sword pendant, and a $5 Amazon gift card! (Giveaway is open to US residents only. Cannot be shipped internationally.)

 Quote is from the Unbroken deleted scenes, when Phil is talking about Cecy. Because I've not done an Unbroken quote in far too long.


Friday, July 17, 2015

"Gregory Peck is Drop Dead Handsome. It's like drop dead gorgeous but more manly."

 Wherein Jack isn't a BBC heroine

 I have two stages. Sometimes I have the reflexes of Jackie Chan. Other times I can't catch a slow moving ball rolled right at my feet. There's no in between, and to be honest, I only have Jackie Chan reflexes on those random moments when the moon is full and the stars are in order and the wind is flapping to the west get the idea. It doesn't happen often.

 In other words, I'm a klutz. Sometimes I get moments where I can wiggle my eyebrows and say, "I'm Batman," but usually I'm sprawled out on the ground because I tripped over my own feet.

 I ride my bike to work a lot. I do tend to ride on top of my bike, but sometimes it gets a mind of its own and it throws me. And when this happens I don't just go down, no, I get beat up or flipped over the handle bars.

 I was riding the middle of this week. I ride on the side of the road and avoid traffic because drivers are determined to flatten me.

 While riding I reached back to adjust my messenger bag. Should have been simple enough, but next thing I knew my bike went one way, taking my right leg with it, and I went the other. I crashed in the middle of the road, sprawled out for every car after me to hit.

 Thankfully the only one behind me pulled over to see if I was all right, but hinted I should not be on a bike.

 Had I been in a BBC movie the fella would have turned out to be my Mr. Thornton. Instead, I picked myself up, got back on my bike, and continued to work.

 And that was my adventure.

 Still no update on the happenings. I'm hoping soon, because if they happen then I have a feeling it is going to change everything about my writing.

 Next week I will get everything back on schedule around here. 

 Until then I will tell you all farewell. 

 Have a nice weekend

 The quote is from my best friend, because I asked her for a quote and she sent me that, so naturally I had to do it. That's what best friends do.


Wednesday, July 15, 2015

"I remember the rest of the words to the song, 'And Die!'"

 Wherein Jack needs sleep

 Things have happened. Did I mention the happening things? I think NOT

 There's a reason I've not mentioned the happening things. First I'm not sure if I should. Second I'm not sure if I want to. Third I'm waiting until the happening is confirmed because if it is turned down I don't want to announce it and then have to burst my own bubble. Not that I won't be bursting my own bubble anyways, since I've got it floating around me nice and content and happy and excited.

 I will hint. Until I know for sure, which might be fairly soon.

 It has something to do with Brothers-in-Arms. And all my books in general, and maybe my whole writing future.

 It is also the reason I cannot released Finding the Magic when I first thought I would, in two days. I will explain why if the happenings actually happen.

 Curious yet? On the edge of your seats?

 Good. And you can guess what the happenings are. I don't think there is any law forbidding that. So guess away.

 Other things have happened.

 A lot of the other happenings have involved books. Oh, and I saw Paddington, and I bought it because it is cute. And it had a certain Doctor in it.

 I also did something I've not felt safe to do in far too long. I bought a book the day it came out. Go Set A Watchman, the sequel to To Kill A Mockingbird. I started it and made it a good ways in, but because of a fast trip and jet lag and work I've not been able to make it as far into it as I wanted.

 I feel like this whole post is just me hinting at things and not giving near enough information. But since that is exactly what it is I guess I shouldn't apologize. This is just one of those points in my life where a lot could be happening, but none of it is set in stone yet so it is all bouncing around in the air and I have to wait patiently for it to come down. All of it will be exciting if it works out.

 I still haven't been writing much. I do a little here and there. I was doing Camp NaNo but it didn't work out and I don't think I will reach my 50,000 words. 

 Right now though I just want the weekend here so I can sleep off this jet lag. It didn't really help that I flew in late last night then had to wake up early for work. As I've mentioned before, I'm fine if I get six hours of sleep. Anything less and I turn into a bear. So I think I will go and have some tea and read Harper Lee's new book and spend the evening with Atticus and Scout.

 Quote is from Avatar, the Last Airbender. Bet ya can't guess what I'm rewatching.....


Monday, July 13, 2015

 I really need to stop going AWOL

 I randomly took another week off with no warning. I will be back to posting a bit more normally lately Wednesday and then a bit even more normal after that. For now, enjoy this new Owl City song, because Adam Young and his fun music.