I am sorry I don't have a "Frivolous Friday" post for you with things going on in Charleston, SC and other things happening "Frivolous Friday" was kind of trivial. Then I remembered "Frivolous Friday" was meant to post whatever what I wanted. Here are some lovely words of inspiration and messages of hope:
Friday, June 19, 2015
Words of hope...Not so Frivolous Friday
Hello lovely Readers,
I am sorry I don't have a "Frivolous Friday" post for you with things going on in Charleston, SC and other things happening "Frivolous Friday" was kind of trivial. Then I remembered "Frivolous Friday" was meant to post whatever what I wanted. Here are some lovely words of inspiration and messages of hope:
I am sorry I don't have a "Frivolous Friday" post for you with things going on in Charleston, SC and other things happening "Frivolous Friday" was kind of trivial. Then I remembered "Frivolous Friday" was meant to post whatever what I wanted. Here are some lovely words of inspiration and messages of hope:
Wednesday, June 17, 2015
Author Happiness... 40,000 words
Hello Lovely Readers,
I know I have shared this before so forgive me for repeating myself.
The way I do my creative writing is by writing by hand and then transcribing it into Word. I know this takes awhile for it all to get gone, but I am okay with that, and to be honest I like it. My stories are historical fiction and something about typing on a keyboard feels like a disconnect from the way my characters would actually write.
Also (minus this blog) I don't usually feel inspired when looking at a blank word document with that little bar | flashing at me. So I have to write by hand. But I do enjoy going back and typing up my story when I get stuck in my writing and I don't know how to move the story forward. Sometimes just typing it up gives me inspiration. I think inspiration comes the more and more time I spend with my characters.
Any way, as I have written about I am feeling stuck in my writing so I am taking some time to type up my story. Well I have reached a little mile stone of 40,000 word, which is 83 pages typed up. In celebration I wanted to share the passage that brought me to this point...
Kelby
Foster had been out for a walk. He had not meant to head towards Southerton
Greens. He was lost in his own thoughts and his feet lead him there. He
stopped when he noticed Mattie, he could
not help but notice her even at distance she was beautiful. He observed she was
on a bicycle, which he had never seen before and she seemed to be struggling on
it. Then now knowing how she had been flipped from the bicycle, flying over the
handle bars and crashing into the railing of the fence. Kelby sprinted over to
her. She looked so helpless and almost
lifeless.
I know I have shared this before so forgive me for repeating myself.
The way I do my creative writing is by writing by hand and then transcribing it into Word. I know this takes awhile for it all to get gone, but I am okay with that, and to be honest I like it. My stories are historical fiction and something about typing on a keyboard feels like a disconnect from the way my characters would actually write.
Also (minus this blog) I don't usually feel inspired when looking at a blank word document with that little bar | flashing at me. So I have to write by hand. But I do enjoy going back and typing up my story when I get stuck in my writing and I don't know how to move the story forward. Sometimes just typing it up gives me inspiration. I think inspiration comes the more and more time I spend with my characters.
Any way, as I have written about I am feeling stuck in my writing so I am taking some time to type up my story. Well I have reached a little mile stone of 40,000 word, which is 83 pages typed up. In celebration I wanted to share the passage that brought me to this point...
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Kelby
Foster had been out for a walk. He had not meant to head towards Southerton
Greens. He was lost in his own thoughts and his feet lead him there. He
stopped when he noticed Mattie, he could
not help but notice her even at distance she was beautiful. He observed she was
on a bicycle, which he had never seen before and she seemed to be struggling on
it. Then now knowing how she had been flipped from the bicycle, flying over the
handle bars and crashing into the railing of the fence. Kelby sprinted over to
her. She looked so helpless and almost
lifeless.
"Oh Miss Mattie, my Mattie, my
dearest Mattie," he called out to her.
"Are you hurt? Can you move? Miss Mattie, Miss Mathilda please be all
right."
Then she fluttered her eyelashes
when he called out her name but just as quickly fainted again. He thought he
heard her whisper his name . Without thinking he gently kissed her on the lips.
He then swept her up and trying to keep her as still as possible laying her
between his arms.
The next thing she remembered was waking
up in her room with Dr. Gibson looking down at her. He was speaking to her but
at first she could not understand what he was saying. Everything was hazy and
the words were muffled. Mattie tried to sit up but Dr. Gibson gently but firmly
kept her flat.
"That is not a good idea Miss
Mathilda. Do you know where you are?" Dr. Gibson asked.
Mattie paused for a moment as she
tried to understand all the words he had said. "Yes in my room." She swallowed
as the words were hard to say. "How did I get here?"
Mattie could only slightly see the
rest of her body but she could see her arm was in a sling. She felt a gashing
pain on her forehead and with her good hand she felt the bandage on her head.
"Miss Mathilda please remain
still."
"How did I get here?"
Mattie asked again.
"That stable boy of Lady
Welford's brought you here."
"Kelby?"
"I believe so and you are very
lucky, you were so far off the path you might not have been found for
hours."
"And Kelby found me?"
"Yes Miss Mathilda. I think you
should rest now."
How could she rest she thought that
was so much pain her whole body ached. Her arm and her head most of all felt as
if they had been broken in half. Everything was searing as though it had been
touched with fired.
"Doctor," she mumbled as
he left the room.
Mattie closed her eyes maybe if she
slept she wouldn't feel the pain. Within in no time she was back asleep. She wasn't
for sure how long she slept but felt like a day passed by when she awoke. She dreamt
that she woke up and found Kelby sitting in the chair next to the bed. He was
folded over in half with his head on the comforter next to her. When she stirred
he woke and smiled at her. His eyes were the perfect shade of sparkling silver.
Thanks for reading.
Monday, June 15, 2015
My world Monday... Time off
Friday, June 12, 2015
Frivolous Friday... Favorite YouTube Videos.
Hello Lovely Readers,
As I am on vacation I will be posting while away but I didn't want to miss my "Frivolous Friday" post. I am trying to get better about setting a schedule for blogging and I like alliterations so I have made Friday my frivolous day to post whatever.When I get back from vacation I will announce other days that are in the works.
For today my post is my favorite YouTube videos... In undergrad I never spent on YouTube so I was months behind on knowing about "Double Rainbow" and I actually thought it was a big waste of time, but now I am addict. "Hello my name is Blaire and I am addicted to fan made videos." Here are some of my favorites...
Hope you enjoy!
Title: Katniss & Peeta|| Say something I am giving up on you
Song: Say Something by Great Big World ft. Christina Aguilera
Link
This is one of my favorite songs so I look out for fan videos with it being used- love that it is being used with one of my favorite fandoms.
As I am on vacation I will be posting while away but I didn't want to miss my "Frivolous Friday" post. I am trying to get better about setting a schedule for blogging and I like alliterations so I have made Friday my frivolous day to post whatever.When I get back from vacation I will announce other days that are in the works.
For today my post is my favorite YouTube videos... In undergrad I never spent on YouTube so I was months behind on knowing about "Double Rainbow" and I actually thought it was a big waste of time, but now I am addict. "Hello my name is Blaire and I am addicted to fan made videos." Here are some of my favorites...
Hope you enjoy!
Title: Period Dram- Breathe Again
Song: Breathe Again by Sara Bareilles
Title: Leslie & Ben || Arms
Song: Arms by Christina Perri
Video below has spoilers for season 2
Title: The Laendler- Romantic Period Drama Movie Dancing Montage
Song: The Laendler by Irwin Kostal
Title: Mary & Matthew | We almost had it all
Song: Rolling in the Deep by The Piano Guys
Song: Say Something by Great Big World ft. Christina Aguilera
Link
This is one of my favorite songs so I look out for fan videos with it being used- love that it is being used with one of my favorite fandoms.
There are more that I could share but I think 6 is enough, though it barely scratches the surface of my fangirlness
Have a good weekend!
Wednesday, June 10, 2015
Yours Faithfully... Letter #8
Hello lovely readers,
I hope by now you have read my last "Frivolous Friday" post... I say that because Roger Hamley is the model for Hugh in my story. I don't think Roger gets a lot of credit as a great literary hero so in some ways I would like to boost his profile.
Dearest Aunt,
I was faithful in burning my last letter. I may not be able to let you read this letter now as you would probably ask why I burned the last letter and to answer that I would betray the trust of both your sons.
Today you have opened your eyes and what it was relief it was to see you again though you didn't recognize me and called me Rosie. I was later informed by Hugh that Rosemary was your daughter that died when she was a toddler. Oh I am sorry perhaps I should not write that, as I do not wish to cause you pain. Hugh in all this has been the rock. I do not know what any of us would do without him. It is sometimes hard for me to remember he is your stepson and not your own son for he is so faithful to you and bringing about the peace you are so consistent in. I fear I will never love my new mama like Hugh loves you.
Speaking of my mama, she writes that Cassandra is coming home sooner than she expected and she wants me to return home. I don't want to leave you but I do want to meet my new sister, she was so loving in her last letter I cannot imagine she won't be absolutely splendid in reality. My mama has said she was quite a beauty, and that Cassandra took after her in that regard. I would never say my mama was gorgeous but she is very genteel looking and seems very well portioned in her looks.
Oh my dearest Aunt Hen, what shall I do without you even in these latest trials this home has been such a comfort to me. I do not know if my own home will ever be the same... with my mama there it hardly feels the place of solitude I once knew. How I fear her dictates have greatly changed the environment. She wrote me she has dismissed Miss Carter, Miss Carter was my care giver all my childhood, she knew me better than anyone. I relied on her when father was away into the night and she would always allow me into her bed when I was scared of thunderstorms. Of course it has been many years since I needed her in that capacity, but still it seems disloyal that she should be dismissed so suddenly, and I was not even there to say goodbye to her.
Sorry, I just returned from a walk in the garden with Hugh. He wanted me to accompany him while he picked some flowers for you as I knew your favorite flowers. When you were asleep we picked very fragrant flowers for you to smell... Hugh says that scent is the most powerful sense. He said that smell can trigger more memories than any other sensor. We picked you a lot of flowers with an array of colors for you to enjoy now that you are awake. He is always so knowledgeable he not only know every flower's English name but Latin name as well. He also is quite skilled in knowing about Entomology and whole bugs have never been a favorite subject of mine, he has away to describe things that make it interesting. He knows I enjoy ancient history and today he showed me a type of beetle that has been around since the Romans invaded. I couldn't believe it myself. How could someone know that. Right now he is with uncle looking at some plumbing works that uncle is implemented in the cottages for his workers. Uncle truly seems more alive in Hugh's presence, which is quite a relief since Uncle and Osborne have been quite distant.
Perhaps it is not right to think it but I do wonder if Osborne's marriage could have anything to do with their distance. Frequently I catch them looking at each other and it appears they both want to say something but they can't. Something holds them back. I wish I could have your voice, you would bring some reconciliation between them.
I am sorry to be leaving this house at such a moment, but as I am reminded it is a daughter's duty to follow her mama's request. I do not know why a new mama trumps a long time serviceable niece. If only you would speak and know my name I feel I could convince her I am needed here. As it is I must leave.
All my love,
Molly
I know I just went on vacation and took a break from blogging but I am happy to say I am leaving again to visit my sister, some family, and meet my newest nephew. But have no fear I will not leave you without a "Frivolous Friday" post... so check back here on Friday 9AM (EST).
I hope by now you have read my last "Frivolous Friday" post... I say that because Roger Hamley is the model for Hugh in my story. I don't think Roger gets a lot of credit as a great literary hero so in some ways I would like to boost his profile.
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I was faithful in burning my last letter. I may not be able to let you read this letter now as you would probably ask why I burned the last letter and to answer that I would betray the trust of both your sons.
Today you have opened your eyes and what it was relief it was to see you again though you didn't recognize me and called me Rosie. I was later informed by Hugh that Rosemary was your daughter that died when she was a toddler. Oh I am sorry perhaps I should not write that, as I do not wish to cause you pain. Hugh in all this has been the rock. I do not know what any of us would do without him. It is sometimes hard for me to remember he is your stepson and not your own son for he is so faithful to you and bringing about the peace you are so consistent in. I fear I will never love my new mama like Hugh loves you.
Speaking of my mama, she writes that Cassandra is coming home sooner than she expected and she wants me to return home. I don't want to leave you but I do want to meet my new sister, she was so loving in her last letter I cannot imagine she won't be absolutely splendid in reality. My mama has said she was quite a beauty, and that Cassandra took after her in that regard. I would never say my mama was gorgeous but she is very genteel looking and seems very well portioned in her looks.
Oh my dearest Aunt Hen, what shall I do without you even in these latest trials this home has been such a comfort to me. I do not know if my own home will ever be the same... with my mama there it hardly feels the place of solitude I once knew. How I fear her dictates have greatly changed the environment. She wrote me she has dismissed Miss Carter, Miss Carter was my care giver all my childhood, she knew me better than anyone. I relied on her when father was away into the night and she would always allow me into her bed when I was scared of thunderstorms. Of course it has been many years since I needed her in that capacity, but still it seems disloyal that she should be dismissed so suddenly, and I was not even there to say goodbye to her.
Sorry, I just returned from a walk in the garden with Hugh. He wanted me to accompany him while he picked some flowers for you as I knew your favorite flowers. When you were asleep we picked very fragrant flowers for you to smell... Hugh says that scent is the most powerful sense. He said that smell can trigger more memories than any other sensor. We picked you a lot of flowers with an array of colors for you to enjoy now that you are awake. He is always so knowledgeable he not only know every flower's English name but Latin name as well. He also is quite skilled in knowing about Entomology and whole bugs have never been a favorite subject of mine, he has away to describe things that make it interesting. He knows I enjoy ancient history and today he showed me a type of beetle that has been around since the Romans invaded. I couldn't believe it myself. How could someone know that. Right now he is with uncle looking at some plumbing works that uncle is implemented in the cottages for his workers. Uncle truly seems more alive in Hugh's presence, which is quite a relief since Uncle and Osborne have been quite distant.
Perhaps it is not right to think it but I do wonder if Osborne's marriage could have anything to do with their distance. Frequently I catch them looking at each other and it appears they both want to say something but they can't. Something holds them back. I wish I could have your voice, you would bring some reconciliation between them.
I am sorry to be leaving this house at such a moment, but as I am reminded it is a daughter's duty to follow her mama's request. I do not know why a new mama trumps a long time serviceable niece. If only you would speak and know my name I feel I could convince her I am needed here. As it is I must leave.
All my love,
Molly
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