White Star
My my.
I read the blurb. I got excited. My expectations were high.
I knew I would love it.
But even so, I was shocked by the raw beauty of your prose.
The first part was thrilling. It was heartwrenching and sad, even as it was terrifyingly intense. It was captivating and so horribly lovely that it had my heart pounding erratically in my chest, like a bird trapped in a cage, fighting to get out. I was captured by the very first sentence and I was never set free.
I’m not saying this to be a kiss-up. I’m being perfectly honest about how I felt, how I feel. I legitimately loved what I read.
The second part, even after such a stunning beginning, didn’t disappoint me. I love the way you introduced Phaethon and Lane. You didn’t drag it on for paragraph after paragraph of backstory that would take away from the immediate story-line. Instead you pulled it off with simple words pieced in smoothly to show a connection without going into extreme detail. And the teenage male antics were spot-on and refreshingly amusing.
Overall, I found this first chapter to be intriguing, unique, and ultimately the start to an awesome literary journey. I’m psyched to read the rest.
- Kennyninja
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
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Friday, May 20, 2011
The best review ever
"Oh.my.freaking.fudge pops!
Ladies and gentleman, may I introduce the next Nicholas Sparks!!
I have never cried that much while reading something in my life. I mean the Bridge to Teribithia(sp?) made me shed some tears but not like this.
I felt the heartbreak. I felt the sorrow. It wrapped around my heart and I felt it break along with Kara.
Very few people find a love so pure, so good that it literally breaks you when it ends. Everyone dreams of a love like Phaethon and Kara's. So many people are terrified of it as well.
You are such a talented writer. Like, seriously. I loved this story so much that I read it all. Every.Single.Chapter.
I want to see this book become a movie. And I will watch it and I will cry all over again even though I know what happens.
...
Please keep writing because you are so good! And when this book becomes published I will be in line at your book signing, waiting for an autograph :)
The best of luck with everything you do,
Shelby "
Ladies and gentleman, may I introduce the next Nicholas Sparks!!
I have never cried that much while reading something in my life. I mean the Bridge to Teribithia(sp?) made me shed some tears but not like this.
I felt the heartbreak. I felt the sorrow. It wrapped around my heart and I felt it break along with Kara.
Very few people find a love so pure, so good that it literally breaks you when it ends. Everyone dreams of a love like Phaethon and Kara's. So many people are terrified of it as well.
You are such a talented writer. Like, seriously. I loved this story so much that I read it all. Every.Single.Chapter.
I want to see this book become a movie. And I will watch it and I will cry all over again even though I know what happens.
...
Please keep writing because you are so good! And when this book becomes published I will be in line at your book signing, waiting for an autograph :)
The best of luck with everything you do,
Shelby "
Monday, April 4, 2011
White Star flash-back
“I like your kite,” I said to him and swirled my long skirt around my ankles. I was particularly proud of my outfit as little girls generally love long, flowing things.
“I know,” he said with a wide grin. The ocean roared behind him. It hadn’t been long that a storm had passed, so waves were beating against our normally calm beaches.
“Why do you have a dress on?” His eyes penetrated my soul as though trying to uncover a secret.
Not answering, I looked down and giggled uncomfortably. Birds chirped in the trees behind me, mocking.
“I have a kite, too.” With renewed spirit, I flicked my long, black hair over my shoulder.
“My daddy made mine,” he said, and puffed out his chest.
I didn’t like his pride. “My Daddy killed himself.”
In the next few months I was reminded often of that day long ago on the beach. In an oddly dark way, it was sweet.
“I know,” he said with a wide grin. The ocean roared behind him. It hadn’t been long that a storm had passed, so waves were beating against our normally calm beaches.
“Why do you have a dress on?” His eyes penetrated my soul as though trying to uncover a secret.
Not answering, I looked down and giggled uncomfortably. Birds chirped in the trees behind me, mocking.
“I have a kite, too.” With renewed spirit, I flicked my long, black hair over my shoulder.
“My daddy made mine,” he said, and puffed out his chest.
I didn’t like his pride. “My Daddy killed himself.”
In the next few months I was reminded often of that day long ago on the beach. In an oddly dark way, it was sweet.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Corn Maize video
UPDATE: WRONG LINK OOPS! One of my employees using his time wisely. This is fall out of your chair funny!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a9QTHowMVQw
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a9QTHowMVQw
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Ghosts
The girl happily tapped on her laptop; her family was gone out of town and, finally, all was quiet. No music, no television, no distractions - this was how she did her best work. Sarah was by herself for the night and the hours stretched out before her like a candy bar to a child.
Sarah had never been scared to be alone even though her house was old and often made weird noises. So when her lights suddenly flickered a few hours later, she didn't overreact as a typical teenager would. She didn't squeal and immediately call anyone who would listen like her best friend, Steph, would. Instead, Sarah looked up and smirked at the irony.
It's late at night and I'm alone in a house that is rumored to be haunted, she thought, what's the chances of my house deciding to freak out on me now after all these years of living here.
"I'm not going to believe in ghosts all of the sudden, so give it up," she told her light fixture.
Sarah's words bounced off the towering walls of her bedroom then she heard it, the brief but unmistakable sound of a baby's cry. Sweat broke out on her forehead and upper lips as she tried to find a rational explanation for the sound.
Someone was taking a stroll with their baby. Nope, it's midnight. Maybe the baby couldn't sleep. Sarah, there are no babies even on your block. It was a cat. Coming from your living room? You don't have a cat and they don't exactly sound like that.
Whoosh, came from the game room. It was like the sound of someone letting a curtain drop back into place after looking out the window.
There are only blinds covering the windows in that room. And there aren't supposed to be 'someones' in there!
Sarah squealed and immediately began dialing numbers of anyone who would listen.
"I'm so scared. Will you come get me-e-e-e." The last came out in broken sobs.
Sarah had never been scared to be alone even though her house was old and often made weird noises. So when her lights suddenly flickered a few hours later, she didn't overreact as a typical teenager would. She didn't squeal and immediately call anyone who would listen like her best friend, Steph, would. Instead, Sarah looked up and smirked at the irony.
It's late at night and I'm alone in a house that is rumored to be haunted, she thought, what's the chances of my house deciding to freak out on me now after all these years of living here.
"I'm not going to believe in ghosts all of the sudden, so give it up," she told her light fixture.
Sarah's words bounced off the towering walls of her bedroom then she heard it, the brief but unmistakable sound of a baby's cry. Sweat broke out on her forehead and upper lips as she tried to find a rational explanation for the sound.
Someone was taking a stroll with their baby. Nope, it's midnight. Maybe the baby couldn't sleep. Sarah, there are no babies even on your block. It was a cat. Coming from your living room? You don't have a cat and they don't exactly sound like that.
Whoosh, came from the game room. It was like the sound of someone letting a curtain drop back into place after looking out the window.
There are only blinds covering the windows in that room. And there aren't supposed to be 'someones' in there!
Sarah squealed and immediately began dialing numbers of anyone who would listen.
"I'm so scared. Will you come get me-e-e-e." The last came out in broken sobs.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Huh?
Over the years, I've heard a thousand different sayings, made up words, one-liners, incorrect/conflicting phrases, and I would make a point to remember whatever it was because I wanted to use it. I enjoy making fun of people but not in a mean way. When I heard these things, I didn't think 'What an idiot', instead I thought it was fantastic that this person chose me to drop that line with. I felt like I'd won a prize... a new toy to add to my collection.
Here are a few (and my memory is terrible so I'll probably have to add to this - just check back). If you think of some of your own please leave me a comment. You can add to my collection!
Thingyadoomahickie = thing that you've forgotten the name of
Thingamajigger= same as above though for me the tone is more serious : )
Right now in a minute = soon
I done did it = working on it
I dood it = did it
Chew, chew, chew = this has no meaning but breaks the tension
I want a Subway = no, I don't want to buy the store, I want a sub sandwich
Wrong scurdaddles = it's backwards/inside out
Here are a few (and my memory is terrible so I'll probably have to add to this - just check back). If you think of some of your own please leave me a comment. You can add to my collection!
Thingyadoomahickie = thing that you've forgotten the name of
Thingamajigger= same as above though for me the tone is more serious : )
Right now in a minute = soon
I done did it = working on it
I dood it = did it
Chew, chew, chew = this has no meaning but breaks the tension
I want a Subway = no, I don't want to buy the store, I want a sub sandwich
Wrong scurdaddles = it's backwards/inside out
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