A Massive Character Tag

Creative Artist has tagged anyone who wants to do this massive character tag, and I accepted the challenge. Here are the rules:

1. I pick three characters

2. I make my characters answer these questions

3. I tag three people

I'm going to add a fourth character, just because I can. :)

My characters are Eldra (my MC), Daymond (my sometimes-MC/antihero), Gio (one of Eldra's comrades), and Eleriff (Eldra's potential love interest -- but don't tell them that).

NOTE: I wrote some of this late, late at night, so if some answers sound weird, blame it on that.

Do you want a hug?

Eldra: *glares at Daymond* Stay away from me.

Daymond: Depends on who it's from... Actually, no.

Eleriff: Only the hug is from a female. *grins mischievously*

Eldra *slaps Eleriff*

Eleriff: Ow!

Gio: Sure.

Do you have any kids?

Eldra: No.

Daymond: No.

Eleriff: Not that I'm aware of.

Gio: Goodness, no! They're so hard to take care of, they're always crying for attention, and they eat everything!

Daymond: *smirks* Sounds just like you, Gio.

Gio: Hey!

Have you killed anyone?

Eldra: Yes.

Daymond: Are you kidding? I love the sound of cracking bones.

Eleriff: *stares at Daymond and gags* Are you serious?

Daymond: I'm not really one for jokes.

Eleriff: *turns green* I don't feel well.

Gio: Wimp. As for me, I have killed but it is not something I enjoy.

Love anyone?

Eldra: Love? That's a hard emotion to define. I'm not sure.

Daymond: I refuse to answer.

Eleriff: Yes.

Gio: Not at the moment.

What is your job?

Eldra: I have held several jobs: princess, ambassador, and... the rest is classified.

Gio: She's an IPSA agent, just as I am.

Eldra: *knocks Gio out*

Daymond: Inter-galactic assassin.

Eleriff: *shoots worried glances at the others* I'm a prince, but since I'm not in line for the throne, I don't act like one. I just live like one.

Favorite season?

Eldra: Spring. Not too hot, not too cold.

Daymond: Winter. I hate the heat.

Eleriff: My planet doesn't exactly have "seasons" but I would probably enjoy summer the most.

Gio: May I revive yet?

Eldra: No.

Gio: Shoot... I was going to say summer.

Who's your best friend?

Eldra: Definitely Malachi. We've been friends our entire lives. *glares at Gio* He isn't just my bodyguard, and you know it.

Daymond: I'm not allowed the luxury of friends.

Eleriff: Kandrid's King.

Gio: The King of Kandrid is your best friend?

Eleriff: He's my brother.

Gio: Oh. Stacilles is my best friend. Well, him or TRAV.

Hobbies?

Eldra: Reading.

Daymond: My job is my hobby.

Eleriff: *turns green twice over* Do you ever take a break, Daymond?

Daymond: No.

Eleriff: *sighs* Whatever. My hobbies are swimming and swordplay.

Gio: *flips hair to the side* Preening.

Daymond: *snorts*

What are you going to do when this tag is over?

Eldra: Prep for yet another mission.

Daymond: *glances at Eleriff* Whatever Morago commands.

Eleriff: *purposely ignores Daymond* Swim. Or flirt with the newest maid.

Gio: Style my hair. *fiddles with copper strands* This stylist didn't know what she was doing.

Okay... What is your eye color?

Eldra: Emerald green.

Daymond: My eyes change colors depending on my emotions, but they are naturally light gray.

Eleriff: *stare suspiciously at Daymond* Hmm. My eyes are the same as Daymonds... which is strange because only those with my family's blood in them have such an ability. *shrugs* My base color is copper.

Daymond: *ignores Eleriff*

Gio: Imagine the brightest blue you possibly can... My eyes are fifty times that color.

Are you good? Or bad?

Eldra: Both.

Daymond: Neither.

Eleriff: Evil barely seems to exist where I live, so I must be good.

Gio: Well, I would hope that I'm good!

What is your greatest fear?

Eldra: I refuse to answer this question unless Daymond is unconscious.

Daymond: Well that isn't happening.

Eldra: Then I'm not saying.

Daymond: It doesn't matter; I know it anyway. You're afraid of being weak in any way.

Eldra: *glares*

Daymond: And, to be fair, my greatest fear is that my entire life has been a lie.

Eleriff: Well, I fear something... less extreme. Personally, anything that disrupts my privileged life frightens me.

Gio: Fighting Daymond.

What do you think of your parents?

Eldra: They're nice, if a bit uptight and stuffy.

Daymond: I don't remember my mother, as she died when I was less than a year old, but my father is almost like an older brother to me.

Eleriff: They were wonderful people and rulers, until their untimely death.

Gio: Beautiful people. Where did you think I got my stunning good looks from?

Any siblings?

Eldra: No.

Daymond: Huh. No.

Eleriff: Yes, an older brother.

Gio: I come from a huge family that had ten children last time I checked, the oldest of which happens to be me. I got out of that situation as soon as I possibly could.

Was it fun to answer all these questions?

Eldra: Let's just say it's better than some other things I could be doing.

Daymond: Killjoy.

Eleriff: *sniffs* Killing again? You just can't get off the subject.

Gio: I love it! Keep asking them! Please!

Sure thing... Do you have any weaknesses?

Eldra: *snorts* Do you want me to list them alphabetically or in order of significance?

Eleriff: However you wish, my dear.

Eldra: Fine. Small, pointy objects, my pride, being around Daymond (not in the way that you think), any sort of drugs, anywhere with lot of electrical currents, bad boys. *blushes* Uh, yeah.

Daymond: *snickers* Bad boys? Like me?

Eldra: *mutters* Shut up.

Daymond: Like I thought. *smug grin* As for me: being around Eldra (once again, not in the way that you think), danger, my father.

Eleriff: Pretty women, mostly.

Gio: Goodness, I'm too perfect to have any weaknesses.

Your favorite element?

Eldra: Uhhhh, fire.

Daymond: Wind.

Eleriff: Water. Sometimes I wish that I could be a fish. *ducks head* Did I just say that?

Gio: Fire! *lights fireball*

Eldra: *dumps a bucket of water on Gio* No, Gio, you can't burn the building down. Again.

Do you care what others think of you?

Eldra: Hmmm. Depends on which roll I happen to be in. As an ambassador, I pretend to, but, in all honestly, I don't really care what others think.

Daymond: As long as the emotions displayed toward me aren't negative and/or hostile, I don't care.

Eleriff: As a prince, I am very aware of what is thought of me, so I act in exactly the way they don't want me to. *grin*

Gio: Only every waking moment.

Your theme song?

Eldra: My writer says I have several, but I don't know any of them. The music in her universe is different than mine.

Daymond: I am told one of mine is Thousand Foot Krutch's "Puppet".

Eleriff: Norm Strauss's "It's Not Safe Here Anymore".

Gio: Ummmm, I never thought about it before. Let's go with The Letter Black's "Fire With Fire", since I'm a bit of a pyro.

What's your species?

Eldra: Human, and I'll answer for Gio: vanity in human form.

Daymond: Human.

Eleriff: Human.

Gio: *glares at Eldra* Human I most certainly am.

Well, there you have it. If you actually read through the whole thing, you deserve a cookie:

There. Don't those look good? Now it's time for me to tag three others.

Squeaks

Amaranthine

Liz

Excellent. Now I can take a break and go write something useful. Thanks for reading!

~God Bless~

Final Word Count Equals

In my last post, I said that I had close to three million words hanging about my computer. Well, this afternoon I decided to put everything into one folder and actually determine how many words I have.

Surprise! I have 2,853,904 words between dozens and dozens of documents. Not bad, considering I just guessed at how many words I have. Unfortunately, more than a million of those words are not my own, as I have an entire folder of fanfics hanging around, plus two entire walktrhoughs for different games. So, in all reality, only about half of those words are mine.

But still. 2.85 million words are a lot.

~God Bless~

I'm Curious

Recently, I've been mulling over why I love to write so much. When did I start writing? How did I start writing?

I know that I have always loved to create stories in my head. I can't remember a time when I wasn't creating something in my head. I'd take my plastic horses, my stuffed animals, my Polly Pockets, or even my brother's Hot Wheels, and make up stories using the toys as props.

Then, three or four years ago, I began writing my stories down. There were just too many plot details per story to keep in my head at one time, and I needed more room in my head for other ideas (as I'm sure every writer has experienced at one point or another).

As of now, I have almost three million words down on my computer, though not all of them are words I myself have typed. (I have plenty of other peoples' stories hanging around in different folders.) My journal alone has over two hundred and fifty thousand words in it. But I digress.

I guess I love writing because I'm not very good at art. (See here for an example.) Everyone has a creative gift, and writing seems to be mine.

How did all of you get hooked on writing (or whatever your hobby/passion is)? Did a parent inspire you? Someone famous? Or did you just start?

~God Bless~

When Creativity Abounds

Mesa back!

*sighs* Sorry about torturing ya'll with that horrid Jar Jar line, but we are currently loaning The Phantom Menace from the library, and I have too many Jar Jar lines running through my head. The Star Wars universe wouldn't have exploded if that character had never been written in. Would it?

Anyways, I have some very important news to share with all of you:

I have finally recovered from a full month of spazzing out/screaming in my brother's face at very random moments/general weirdness that I seem to have been plagued with.

Why would I be acting like that? (As I'm sure some of you had noticed...) Well, you'll have to wait until my next post (hopefully out later this evening) to figure out the answer to that one out. *evil grin*

Meanwhile, I am very proud to say that I've hit a record high in terms of my creativity. Since June 4th, I've gotten two stories (brand new, not the one that I was talking about several weeks ago) almost completely outlined, and I have more than six thousand words down in one of them. The other will need more time to come together, so I'm planning on leaving it for several weeks/months/however long it takes to come up with a good ending.

Unfortunately, my other stories have all stalled. Okay, okay, so maybe that has something to do with the fact that I haven't opened their files in two weeks, but still!

I've also discovered that I am not very good at finishing stories. I have plenty of almost-done stories hanging around my hard drive, but not one that's been fully completed. Endings and I don't get along very well. Anyone have any tips on actually completing stories?

Oh, one final thing. GO BOSTON GO!!! *ducks random tomato likely thrown by Squeaks*

Right. Forgot I live in enemy territory.

~God Bless~

In Which I Spazz About Three Things

Contrary to popular belief, I am not dead. I've just lost my motivation for blogging. In fact, I've lost my motivation for a lot of things right now. A quick hint: tags help me blog more often. *wise nod* Very inspiring.

In other new: YC ALBERTA 2011 STARTS IN LESS THAN TWENTY-FOUR HOURS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, I'm excited about this. Since I can't be there this year (and there's only three reasons to be there anyway) I guess I'll have to take the next best thing: watching it live on the website, where they'll be streaming it all weekend. I'll post the link either tomorrow morning or afternoon.

I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S BEEN A YEAR SINCE WE WERE IN ALBERTA!!!!!!!      Creepy...

Leauphaun's line of the day: You know you have too many drawings when you forget you have some.

I did this the other day with my writing. I went back and read the half-completed short story-turned-novella I've had on the go for several months and read the second half again (as I can't stand the first half). I was pleasantly surprised at my writing, even to the point where I'd completely forgotten that I'd written several thousand words. It made my, uh, night.

Several months ago, I got an idea for another story, the summery of which sounded something like this:

Two characters (Eldra and Daymond?) must protect a family from a corrupt government that is persecuting them for their faith.

Okay, so the entire summery was a bit longer than that, but you get the idea. Two weeks ago, I woke up one morning and had huge chunks of plot fall into place. I wrote almost half the plot and four character bios on my iPod before I even got out of bed. As of today, the basic outline is over five hundred words, and I'm about half way through the plot. I've decided to cut Eldra from the entire story, as I'm more interested in Daymond right now. (And once more I fall for the bad boy.)

The unusual thing about this story is I'm hoping to focus more attention on character development and the spiritual aspect than the crazy action/fight scenes that I seem to be so fond of.

Two songs in particular seem to be inspiring me: Fades Away's "Right Now (We'll Stand), Skillet's "Hero". If you listen to the lyrics in both songs, the first one is talking about not being a hero, while Skillet's song is about being a hero. That's the direction I want to take with Daymond in this story (and his overall life). Plot details for this new novella will emerge soon.

Also, I have received an award from Barriss!!! Thanks!

To accept the award I need to list seven interesting things about myself.

1. I CAN'T WAIT for the new RED music video to come out. (clip #1 here and #2 here)

2. If rock music wasn't invented, LOTR music would be my favorite, specifically Concerning Hobbits.

3. I've seen Skillet in person one time and twice online, all before Ben Kasica left. *teardrop*

4. I've discovered that Daymond (my anti-hero with heroic qualities) is a more complex character than I'd ever dreamed, even surpassing Eldra (my main character and protagonist).

5. I could live with snakes, if only I never had to see another spider again in my life!

6. I prefer supper foods for breakfast. Leauphaun is the exact opposite.

7. CLU has officially become my favorite TRON: Legacy character, surpassing Sam by miles.

I must pass this award onto 15 other people. I won't list anyone in particular, but if you haven't received this award yet, you are free to take it, as long as you comment with a link to your post.

And speaking of CLU, Leauphaun completed another music video yesterday to Skillet's remixed song "Monster, now titled "Monster: Unleash The Beast". Check the video out below.

This song fits CLU perfectly. I dare you argue that point with me. *disarming grin*

~God Bless~

A Massive Writing Tag

This is supposed to be a novel tag, but I'm going to be using my short story, as that's in a better state of completion than my novel at the moment. I'm doing it super late, but I got it from Christian Miles at his blog Fiction Fire.


1. What’s your word count?
8,200

2. How long until you finish?
I'm about half way through right now, so I'd say another month or so until the first draft is complete.

3. If you have finished, how long did it take you?
See previous answer.

4. Do you have an outline?
I did, but then so many other ideas came to me that I threw it out the window.

5. Do you have a plot?
Here's hoping.

6. How many words do you typically write a day?
Eh, that varies. Anywhere from 50 to 1000, depending on what I'm writing.

7. What was your greatest word count in one day?
Just over 3,500

8. What was your least impressive word count in one day?
15. I wasn't proud of myself.

9. What inspired you to write?
Actually, I didn't get started by mere inspiration; my mom was sick and tired of me not working through the program we had, so she said I could write whatever I wanted. A bunch of very odd and hopefully not completely useless stories are the result.

10. Does your novel/story have a theme song?
Hmmm. My novel: Switchfoot's Meant To Live.
Short story: Closest thing I can come up with is Demon Hunter's Beauty Through The Eyes Of A Predator. That's more for the name than anything.

11. Assign each of your major characters a theme song.
Daymond - Ribcage or Beast Inside Of Me. Maybe Faceless.
Eldra - Atmosphere, Still Running, Feed The Machine.

12. Which character is most like you?
Eldra. Do I need a duh there?

13. Which character would you most likely be friends with?
Either Alax or Eleriff.

14. Do you have a Gary-Stu or Mary Sue character?
Gee, I hope not. I don't think so. . .

15. Who is your favorite character in your novel?
Eleriff or Daymond. I'm going to go with Daymond. He's fun to mess with, plus I always go for the bad boy.

16. Have your characters ever done something completely unexpected?
Yes.

17. Have you based any of your novel directly on personal experiences?
Not directly, but the undertones are there, I'm certain.

18. Do you believe in plot bunnies?
The ones that are always gnawing on my brain? Yeah, I do.

19. Is there magic in your novel/story?
As in spells or similar magic? No.

20. Are any holidays celebrated in your novel/story?
Not that I know of.

21. Does anyone die?
What a silly question. Yes.

22. How many cups of coffee/tea have you consumed during your writing experience?
I don't drink coffee, and I don't like tea. I drink water, and I drink a lot of it.

23. What is the latest you have stayed up writing?
3:30 am.

24. What is the best line?
Oh, I don't know.

25. What is the worst line?
*snort* Any of the lines that don't have all the words in them.

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

27. Does your novel rely heavily on allegory?
No.

28. Summarize your novel/story in under fifteen words.
Daymond must work with his arch-rival to save a massive space station from blowing up.

29. Do you love all your characters?
No. I like/love some, but I only sympathize with others.

30. Have you done something sadistic or cruel to your characters specifically to increase your word count?
Only every day. My word count would never go up if I didn't.

31. What was the last thing your main character ate?
No clue. I don't think Daymond needs to eat.

32. Describe your main character in three words.
Honorable. Deadly. Bad-boy.

33. What would your antagonist dress up as for Halloween?
Himself -- or the hologram of himself.

34. Does anyone in your story go to a place of worship?
No.

35. How many romantic relationships take place in your novel/story?
One and a half. . .?

36. Are there any explosions in your novel/story?
Novel - Yes.
Short story - Not yet.

37. Is there an apocalypse in your novel/story?
Not in the true sense of the word, no.

38. Does your novel take place in a post-apocalyptic world?
No.

39. Are there zombies, vampires or werewolves in your novel/story?
Not a chance.

40. Are there witches, wizards or mythological creatures/figures in your novel/story?
No.

41. Is anyone reincarnated?
No.

42. Is anyone physically ailed?
Yes.

43. Is anyone mentally ill?
Uh, no.

44. Does anyone have swine flu?
What?

45. Who has pets in your novel and what are they?
Uhhh, no pets that come to mind.

46. Are there angels, demons, or any religious references/figures in your novel/story?
No.

47. How about political figures? Are there political figures in my book?
Yes.

48. Is there incessant drinking?
That's a weird question. No.

49. Are there board games? If so, which ones?
Saving the galaxy takes too much time for my characters to play board games.

50. Are there any dream sequences?
Too many.

51. Is there humor?
My mom sure seems to think so. . .

52. Is there tragedy?
Too much.

53. Does anyone have a temper tantrum?
No hissy-fits, if that's what you're thinking.

54. How many characters end up single at the end of your novel/story?
No one is married at the beginning, and I doubt anyone's going to get married at the end. That could change, however.

55. Is anyone in your novel/story adopted?
No.

56. Does anyone in your novel/story wear glasses?
No.

57. Has your novel/story provided insight about your life?
Uhhh. . .

58. Your personality?
On occasion.

59. Has your novel/story inspired anyone?
Not sure.

60. How many people have asked to read your novel/story?
Maybe three or four.

61. Have you drawn any of your characters?
No.

62. Has anyone drawn your characters for you?
Heck, yes.

63. Does anyone vomit in your novel/story?
No.

64. Does anyone bleed in your novel/story?
Rivers.

65. Do any of your characters watch TV?
What's a TV? I play with holograms.

66. What size shoe does your main character wear?
I never asked Eldra, and Daymond refuses to tell me.

67. Do any of the characters in your novel/story use a computer?
If you could call it that, then yes.

68. How would you react if your novel/story was erased entirely?
I'd probably beat myself upside the head for not backing it up in enough places.

69. Did you cry at killing off any of your characters?
No. I did struggle with a nasty bout of depression one time, though.

70. Did you cheer when killing off one of your characters?
No. I'd begin to worry about myself if I did that.

71. What advice would you give to a fellow writer?
Find someone who loves writing as much as you. It really helps to have someone you talk your ideas through with.

72. Describe your ending in three words.
Three? Oh, boy. Daymond flies off.
That doesn't make any sense.

73. Are there any love triangles, squares, hexagons, etc.?
Not yet.

74. On a scale of 1-10 (1 being the least stressful, 10 being the most) how does your stress rank?
Every day is different. Currently, I'd say 3.

75. Was it worth it?
I sure hope so.


I tag anyone with the guts to even attempt this massive tag. Comment with a link to your post if you choose to do it.

~God Bless~

Beware Low Flying Cucumbers, Er, Pickles

My blog says that I last posted on the 13th, but that isn't right. It was, what, four or five days ago? Ah, well. No matter. I'm posting again, and that's what counts.

After getting home from church last night, I was hungry, but it was nearing ten and I didn't want something really filling (even though I ended up staying awake until after two). I took a quick look in the fridge and, noticing the large jar of dill pickles and sour cream, both sitting there with suspiciously innocent expressions, I was abruptly dragged down memory lane. . .

We spent this past New Years Eve with our friends of, oh, I don't know, FOREVER. Their dad is an excellent cook, so there were tons of yummy snacks throughout the evening/morning.

After playing Apples To Apples, my best friend and I went over to the snack table. As I was explaining something about my writing, she picked up a slice of cucumber, then suddenly burst out laughing. Between fits of giggles, she said she saw herself in her mind's eye throwing the cucumber at me.

After recovering from another fit of giggles, she took a small pickle and dipped it in the sour cream. I gave her a look something along the lines of "what on Parthaya are you doing?" She somehow convinced me to try it, therefore introducing me to my new favorite snack.

You heard right: dill pickles dipped in sour cream.

I normally don't like dill pickles, preferring to munch on garlic pickles, but now I know what to do with that huge jar of dill pickles taking up space in the back of the fridge.

My dad gave me an entirely odd look -- it may have been disgust -- last night when he saw me with pickles and sour cream. But it's good! I got Leauphaun to try it and now she's hooked too! Go ask her if you don't believe me.

And it seems that the sour cream lessens the hyperness that comes with eating pickles. . . wait. Consider this: Epic Pictures Equals Puddle Lose.

Maybe not.

Please tell me I'm not the only one that likes weird combinations of food.

Taking a lateral step from weird to writing (I've come to the conclusion that they're actually related), I've somehow manipulated myself to write about thirty-six hundred words in the last seventy-six hours. Sadly, they have no relation whatsoever to my short story, which is approaching four thousand words, but hasn't been touched in at least four days.

In case I've never mentioned this before, I am not a fast writer. I get giddy if I can write over five hundred words in one day. And here I am, getting more than 800 for three days in a row. *snickers* And more than half of those words have come between 12:00-2:30 in the morning.


I wanted to end this with ForthAngel's song "Confidence" but could only find live versions. This one is the best I could find, but none of them have the incredible vocals the studio version has. So instead here's This Fires Embrace's "Art Of War." It's my goal to see this band in the next two years. Them and ForthAngel. And RED.


~God Bless~

Where's J-Bay Again?

*snickers*

My current inspiration for blogging is. . . zero. Sorry, but not much has been going on lately. However, we may be moving in the next couple of months. Half way around the globe.

Maybe.

Tons of things would have to happen if we were to move, so I'm not going to say any more until I know for certain. Then I'll bombard everyone with the details. Or maybe not.


On a not so random note, I want to announce the next contest Leauphaun and I are holding. It won't actually start until I have 25 followers, so spread the word. I'm at 21 right now, therefore I only need another four. This contest will be very similar to the first one, but this time there will be three winners, not just two.


My brain's barely functioning well enough to write this much, so I should stop before this turns into a full-blown disaster.

I would also like to welcome all the new followers of my blog, including Barriss Offee, Elaine J. Dalton, David, Manny, Alex and Leia Skywalker Organa. *whew* I know you're all following my blog for a reason, I just don't know what it is yet.:) Don't hesitate to comment and let me know what it is you're interested in seeing (or reading) about. And, I'm sorry, but skydiving is out of the question right now.

I may take to signing off all my blog posts with my current favorite song. That's what I feel like doing today, anyway. This is the theme song for my novel's MC, and can be used with either this character or this one (my dear little prince). *sticks tongue out at random dude*

For whatever reason, this song makes me extremely happy. Almost giddy. Not entirely sure why.

Did this post make any sense?

P.S. If you're into Christian rock, check this blog out. It's just getting going, but it looks to be a good one. Head on over and offer your support.

P.S.S. My short story has stalled a little bit, but there's still plenty of ideas swimming around in the water depths of my head. Bug me like crazy if I don't post SOMETHING in the next three days. Please.

I suddenly feel like blogging again. Weird how that happens.


Leauphaun, where did did you put the pickles? I think I need one.

~God Bless~

Revenge Of The Characters

I know, I promised a character interview. Unfortunately, as the title states, my characters have taken revenge on me by not complying with anything -- ANYTHING -- that I want them to do. Especially this enigma right here.

I can't figure out for the life of me what exactly he is. Oh, I know that he's human (that much is obvious) but other then that, I'm drawing a blank. Leauphaun and I can't even figure out what exactly he's supposed to look like, much less what his personality is. I'm thinking something like Kearn from The Door Within Trilogy, aka, the "bad boy" of the story. The specifics are mysteriously elusive, however.


On a happier note, I can't believe I forgot to mention this in my last post! On November 11, I officially (and finally) broke 200,000 words in my journal. That's writing anywhere from 1 to 700 words every day since September 1, 2007. Actually, I missed one day since then. But that's it. I was going to hold a party to celebrate, but I think I may just buy myself a new hat as a reward. Sounds lame, doesn't it? Chocolate might be a better idea. . .


Sorry for the shortness of this post, but it's getting late. Wait. What am I talking about? I have another three-four hours before I go to bed. Maybe I should just keep on writing. . . Then again, I don't have a clue what I'm saying. It would probably be safest if I stopped right here.

~God Bless~