Writing Goals Rock

After finishing my NaNo novel for 2010 I was thrilled. In my opinion, it was my best project yet. I loved the characters. I loved the story line. I loved that fact that the first draft was finished. Yet, there is still so much more work to be done. I love it, but in all reality, it's 65k words of trash.

So begins second draft. Rewrites. 500 words into rewriting I discovered something. I have a love/hate relationship with doing it. I love taking a sentence from the original and turning it into something so much better. Telling the story in a clearer way. Adding scenes that I can't believe I forgot in the first draft. Scenes that reveal secrets you never would have believed were there.

At the same time however, is this ever going to end? Each word gets me closer to the end of draft two, each word makes for an even better novel, but for someone who's attention span is rather short lived, the whole thing is already becoming rather difficult.

I guess the best way to deal with that is to finish as soon as possible. Thus, I have set myself the goal of finishing draft two by June 1st. On top of that, I would like to keep working on Ash Valley (check out my new page, Current Writing Projects to read about Ash Valley). Maybe get the first draft finished?

Writing goals rock. 'Nuff said.

Merry Christmas

Writer's Resources

I thought I might share a few of the things that have helped me out with my writing. Websites, books, blogs.

Websites

• 750 Words. Unfortunately I didn't discover this website until after NaNoWriMo, but I'm so glad I did find it. Thanks to my lovely seester. This website encourages you to write at least 750 words a day by giving you points and badges. Not only that, when you've finished your words for that day it will tell you, an assortment of interesting information about your writing. Such as, how many words you have in total, what your writing is rated (G, PG, ect.) What the overall feeling of your writing was (affectionate, upset, sad), and your frequently used words, among other things.
• Write or Die. A rather popular tool among NaNoers. Keep those words flowing, or you'll be sorry. (Check the sidebar for the writing tool!)
• Baby Names. Easy to use, millions of names, meanings, origin, pronunciation and more!
• RhymeZone. Not only does it find a rhyme for any word entered, but synonyms, definitions, similar sounding words, homophones, checks spelling, and finds quotations, to name a few. All in all a great one stop word help.

Books

• Grammar Girl's Quick and Dirty Tips for Better Writing. They work too. For those who just can't figure out where a comma really belongs, or for those who think diagramming is fun, this book is incredibly helpful!
• The 38 Most Common Fiction Writing Mistakes: And How to Avoid Them. I didn't agree with everything Mr. Bickham had to say, but this was still rather helpful!
• Big Fat Paycheck. For those interested in writing film scripts, this book just might come in handy. I do have to warn about some bad language however.

Blogs

One thing that inspires me the most is having a chat with my "writer friends." Here are some blogs of some other writers I know.

• Castles, Quills, and Cameras
• In The Bookcase
• Novel Pretender
• Whisperings of the Pen
• Further Up and Further In
• Defective Compositions

Hope you can find something helpful in there! What are some of your favorite writing resources?

Pan-Pipes, Backpacker Guitars, and Tin-Flutes

It all started when Kekoa asked what the instrument Mr. Tumnes played was called. You know, the amazing little flute that makes the flames dance, literally. Mum said she thought it was a pan-flute.

I've always thought it would be cool to play that little flute, whatever it is, so when we got home I googled the pan-flute. Mum was wrong. It is not the pan-flute he plays. In fact, the instrument he does play was fabricated entirely for the movie.

However, I was soon captivated by the pan-flute, or pan-pipes. Gorgeous instruments that make beautiful sounds, I decided I wanted to play one. I still do, but it'll have to wait till I can save the money.

During my search for pan-flutes I also happened to discover the backpacker guitar. Another hour looking those up. Another instrument added to the list to save for.

While researching backpacker guitars I discovered the point of this post. The tin-whistle, or the penny-whistle. Not as pretty as a pan-flute, but they still make an amazing sound when played right. Small, easy to travel with. Good idea for someone living in a motor home. Not only that, they were much more easy attainable. The one I wanted was only $20.

One problem. I don't have $20. A plan began to form in my mind. I approached Mum with it the next morning. "If I can finish this grade of math (that's 38 lessons peeps) in a week, will you get me the $20 tin-whistle I want?"

Her answer. "Possibly."

Good enough for me. Four days later I announced I had finished that level in math. She ordered the tin-flute. I am now eagerly awaiting it's arrival, hoping it will get here before Christmas.

I discovered an awesome website that teaches you how to play the tin-flute, totally for free. Videos and all. Despite the lack of flute, I've already watched several of the first lessons.

I've watched tons of youtube videos about tin-flutes, people playing tin-flutes, people talking about tin-flutes.

Now I just need mine.

Dawn Treader - The Thoughts of a Wanna Be Film Critic

On Saturday I went to go see The Voyage of the Dawn Treader. I went expecting to be either blown away, or severely disappointed.

For the first ten/twenty minutes I sat in my seat, wishing I could meet Michael Apted and tell him he had made a mess of the whole thing. Lines were awkward, to obvious, and not in character. Granted, Mr. Apted didn't write the script, but he has the last say, and apparently he didn't say it.

As the story continued however, things slowly began to get better. The whole trip to Narnia definitely helped. By the end of the movie I was left wondering why I didn't have a feeling of complete disgust, or amazement. I was neutral. Horrors.

To tell you the truth, I'm still not totally sure what I think of the movie. I'll probably have to watch it again before I can really truly decide. The things I do know for sure?

1. Edmund was amazing. In my opinion, his character had the most depth, had the most interesting back story, and was just all around cool.
2. Will Poulter lived up to all my expectations. When I first saw a picture of his freckled little face after finding out he would be playing Eustace, I knew he would be perfect for the part. I can't imagine it would be easy playing a character who goes from being perfectly dreadful, to rather lovable. He pulled it off.
3. Caspian. Uh, Caspian. He needed a shave... and a haircut. He's a Prince... he should at least look like one. Although there were other things I could bring up, I'll leave it at that.
4. Aslan was epic. Every time he came into a scene it was like a big sigh of relief. His obvious parallel to God, although not stressed, was not hidden. Which is more then I expected.
5. The White Witch. I am personally thrilled that the White Witch has continually come back to tempt Edmund. Because of the one mistake he made two movies ago, Edmund is still living with this struggle, and always will. Such is the consequences of sin.
6. The Morals. Overcoming temptation being the main one. Thankfully it was worked in well enough it wasn't cheesy either. One of the worst thing in a film is making the morals sound cheesy.

I think overall I would say it's not a bad movie, but it's certainly not the best, and not as good as it could have been.

All My Bones Shall Say...

I'm so glad the Psalm's are at the center of the Bible. When you open a random page in your Bible, looking for just the verse you need to read, it is very likely it will fall open near the center, the Psalms staring back at you. Asking you to read.

Last night I opened my Bible and the first verse gave me the encouragement I was looking for. As I kept reading I was amazed at the words I read. God's words.

Rejoice in the Lord, O you righteous! For praise from the upright is beautiful. Praise the Lord with the harp; Make melody to Him with an instrument of ten strings. Sing to Him a new song; Play skillfully with a shout of joy. -Psalm 33:1-5

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Our soul waits for the Lord; He is our help and our shield. For our heart shall rejoice in Him, Because we have trusted in His holy name. Let Your mercy, O Lord, be upon us, Just as we hope in You. -Psalm 33:20-22

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And my soul shall be joyful in the Lord; It shall rejoice in His salvation. All my bones shall say, "Lord, who is like You, Delivering the poor from him who is too strong for him, Yes the poor and the needy from him who plunders him?" -Psalm 35:10

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"All my bones shall say..." May all my bones proclaim His glory. May all my bones scream the wonderful news of His love. May all my bones be entirely and completely His.

NaNoWriMo Has Come to an End

NaNoWriMo. It all comes to an end on December 1st. All those who succeeded, go to bed three hours early because they don't have 1,000 words to write before they can. Eat carrot sticks like they're candy because they're tired of living off chocolate and cheez-it's, and watch a movie. Just because they have the time.

Those who didn't happen to reach that coveted number of words fall into fits of tragic disappointment, wish they had never been born, then do everything the winner did. Just not with as much joy.

Thankfully, I happened to be in the first group. My final word count for this month was 54,455 words. I expect I'll make it to 60k before the end of the novel.

Some things I knew would happen and did?

• A massive word war with my friend. A fight to the finish. A duel to the death. An epic battle that would go down in history.
• My characters took things into their own hands and informed me they knew best. I listened.
• I fell behind in my Spanish lessons. I'm still working on catching up.
• I wrote about 49,000 words of trash. First drafts are always so much fun to read back over. Not.
• I listened to more Celtic Thunder then I ever thought possible and now have every song memorized. Even the ones in Gaelic.

The things I didn't see coming?

• I came to know my characters more then I had ever known any of my characters before. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that I had been waiting to write their story for almost nine months, but I felt like they were living breathing people at times. Crazy.
• I lost before mentioned word war by over 9,000 words. Oh well.
• One of the sweetest characters alive... er... written, died. Rather tragically, but very touching.
• I only fell behind the suggested word count for two days. They weren't even in a row.
• A sequel slowly started developing in my brain, and if I can wait a whole year, will probably be my novel for NaNo next year.
• This first draft turned out far better then last years.
• I reached the 50,000 words before Thanksgiving. Eight days early to be exact.

All in all. It was blast. I'm relieved I don't have 1,667 words to write before going to bed, but I can't wait for next November when the whole thing starts again.

Thanksgiving, Nannies, and Hair

First of all. Thanksgiving. We braved the snow, the ice, and the cold, drove for seven hours straight, and surprised my lovely seester with our presence for the day of eating dangerously.

While there I happened to see two new movies. One of them really is a new movie. The other was new for me. I'll start with the new for me.

Nanny McPhee

I had always been rather reluctant to watch this movie. The main reason being it looked like it would be a disappointment. After all, who would want to see a film with such an adorable face as this...

and not enjoy it? In my opinion, that would be a tragedy, and not wanting to go through it, I avoided the movie.

After finally watching it however I would have to say it's about what I expected. Since I had expected not to enjoy it to my fullest however, I wasn't to disappointed so the tragedy turned into a slightly disappointing enjoyment.

The best part was the house, which all in all was awesome. The best room in the house was the inspiring green study.

Oh, and then there was the epic green coat that was at its best while the wearer (Colin Firth, almost as epic as the coat itself) was at full run.

Tangled

The second movie was in fact, the new Rapunzel movie. Let me just say, I'm so happy Disney is starting to make the princess movies again. Although The Princess and the Frog and Tangled certainly aren't in the same league as the classics, they have a category of their own.

I was trying not to get to excited over this movie, because frankly, I don't expect much out of Disney anymore, but through the whole thing I was in love. It was purely epic.

The characters were lovable, the story well planned with new twists to the classic story, the animation adorable, and some of the scenes were deathly whimsical. *diez* See.

After The Princess and the Frog came out there were a lot of comments about how scary some parts were for younger children. I wouldn't be surprised if I heard the same for Tangled, so I would just like to remind my readers to stop and think about almost all the Disney princess movies they have seen. You can't tell me Snow White, Beauty and the Beast, or Sleeping Beauty didn't have their scary moments. I really don't think things have changed in this respect.

My one disappointment was the lack of songs in the movie. The soundtrack was amazing, and I loved the songs that the characters danced and sang too, but it didn't seem there was very many. In fact, I can only think of three. Very sad.

All in all. Great movie.

Last, but certainly not least. The NaNo widget in my sidebar is not lying. I did reach 50,000 words. *grins* I'll have a bigger post about that later.

Until then, Happy Thanksgiving, however late it may be, and don't forget to get your Christmas music out.

Tommy Emmanuel

Okay, so my friend showed me this video today.

So, thinking this guy was amazing I Googled him and found his official website. I discovered he is Australian and learned to play guitar by ear. He has now made it to my list of awesome people. Congratulations Mr. Emmanuel.

Meet the Cast

I'm not sure how many of my readers actually know what my NaNo novel is about. I'm not even sure how many readers I have. Anyway, I realized the other day that although I've posted excerpts and updated you on my progress, some of you, really have no idea who/what I'm talking about. This is a tragedy. A tragedy because the people characters I've slowly been getting to know this month are, to put it simply, amazing. Then again, I could just be biased. You make the call.

First of all, the plot in a nutshell. My novel is about five superheros who have to stop an evil child genius from sucking out all the powers of all the superheros in the five worlds. Yes, five.

Now, the people.

Grant Fallyn

The somewhat unwilling leader of the group. Twenty-five years old, with white hair. His super power is knowing what's false. So don't try lying to him. He lived with his Mom, Dad, and eight year old brother, Ian, before leaving for The Academy and would do almost anything for them. He also happens to be in love with Luna.

“I hope you know what your doing.” Luna whispered from behind him as the sound got nearer.

He glanced over his shoulder and grinned, “not a clue.”

“That’s what I thought.”

Weston Fallyn

Grant's older cousin, and the nerd of the gang. His superpower is hearing voices from the past that have to do with whatever he is doing/hearing. Probably the most misunderstood of the group, he is often laughing at things no one else finds funny. He is very much like an older brother kind of figure.

Like the girls, their room was almost at the end of the hallway. Room V-8. Weston laughed when he saw it.

“What’s so funny?” Grant asked.

“V-8.”

They all stared at him, not understanding the humor in the words.

“V-8.” He said again, as if just hearing the words would clear everything up for them. When they continued to stare he sighed, “it used to be a brand of tomato juice.”

Ranen Ken

The troublemaker and heart-breaker of the group. Ranen's power, simply put, is fire. He can conjure it up from almost anything, and its angry heat doesn't burn him. He grew up on the streets, and is still getting used to a more "protected" life. Rather selfish, and willing to do anything to save his own skin. Grant is one of the few people he will actually take advice well from.

Ranen stood in the middle of the Practice Hall. Breathing in and out heavily. It was almost the end of his half hour session and he had worked hard. Sweat glistened on his forehead, soaked his shirt, and covered his arms. The bubble wrap beneath his feet popped as he stepped forward, bringing his hands out in front of him. One last go before he left.

With a shout that would have made Ganghis Khan shiver he raised his hands above his head, palms up. Fire leapt from his hands. It collided with the sealing with a loud crash, spreading across the bubble wrap and crawling down the walls. It surrounded him in its heat, and breath taking power.

Luna Telmarin

Not one to sit back and let the boys do all the work, Luna is almost always up to her elbows trying to keep up with their pranks and games while still keeping a quality of feminine charm. Her superpower is invisibility. Until she went the Academy she lived with her Mom, Dad, and six siblings.

“I have no idea, but I have a feeling they’re harmless.” Grant said.

“I’ll laugh if you move and they bite your head off.” Luna replied.

“Yeah, I’d like you see you laugh while I’m being ripped to shreds by animals that will be turning on you next.”

“Okay, I might not laugh, but it would have been ironic. If those had been your last words.”

“Sometimes I can’t believe the things you find to amuse yourself.”

“It took years of practice.”

“And here I thought you had been born with the gift.”

Exie Shile

Sweet Exie as she is often described. She hates any kind of tension and hostility. Her power is to influence people's moods to that of her own. Unfortunately she occasionally suffers from drastic mood swings. The youngest of the group she is well looked after by the others.

“None of it makes sense!” She shouted, and that’s when he felt the terror. A fear unlike he any he had ever felt before, one he hoped he would never have to go through again. She was scared, more then scared. No words could describe the feelings she was going through, and unconsciously sharing with Weston.

“It makes no sense!” Exie repeated, “but we’re here anyway! In the dark, in this box. No way out!” She screamed.

ECG (Evil Child Genius)

The villain of the novel. An eight year old genius who fancies taking over all five worlds and turning them all into a place of fear and darkness. His own superpower was at one time to spread life from anything he touched, but as his heart began to turn evil, so did his power. He now spreads death and destruction.

Finally, he came to a small wooden door, the knob on it in the form of a large ring. No locks adorned it, with a simple pull he entered the room beyond. One small candle cast light on the small platform he stood on. In front of him, nothing. He wasn’t sure himself how far you would fall if you happened to be pushed over the edge, but he liked to imagine it was long enough to be fully terrified before meeting the bottom.

The Eagle

So, if you haven't read this book. You should. Before February, 'cause that's when the movie is coming out.

The Eagle of the Ninth is written by the amazing Rosemary Sutcliff. It's about a young man who goes on a quest to find out what happened to his Father and the legion he was leading fifteen years beforehand, and to recover his families honor.

All that highly recommended, I'm thrilled the trailer finally came out for the movie simply called The Eagle.

Inspiration Station

Last night as I opened my NaNo doc, I stared at the words that had been typed there. Where had they come from? What urged me to use them? Why did I start NaNo at all?

The simple answer was one word. Inspiration.

Inspiration: noun:

1. a divine influence or action on a person believed to qualify him or her to receive and communicate sacred revelation.
2. the action or power of moving the intellect or emotions.
3. the act of influencing or suggesting opinions.

If you're a regular reader of my blog you may have noticed I'm actually rather fond of the word inspiration. I have a whole category dedicated it. It just happens to be the one I use the most.

Maybe it's just because the feeling of being inspired to write something you're positive will be unlike anything you've ever written before never gets old. It's a feeling you can't describe, a feeling that doesn't leave till you do something about it. Inspiration.

Last night I scoured all of my resources and discovered the quotes, pictures, and music lyrics that have inspired me in the past. I collected them all into one document, and had it printed off. Then I cut them all out and plastered them all over my wall. I am now surrounded by the things that make me want to write something worth reading. Such as...

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"You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus." - Mark Twain

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"Do you have any idea why a raven is like a writing desk?" - The Mad Hatter

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"These mist covered mountains

Are a home now for me

But my home is the lowlands

And always will be

Someday you'll return to

Your valleys and your farms

And you'll no longer burn

To be brothers in arms"

- Brothers in Arms

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"Isn't it odd how much fatter a book gets when you read it several times?" Mo said... "As if something were left between the pages every time you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells... and then, when you look at the book again many years later, you find yourself there, too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower... both strange and familiar." - Inkheart

The Power of Bubble Wrap

The thing I love the most about NaNoWriMo is everything random that goes along with it. The strange choices you make when it's late at night and you just want to reach your word goal before you fall over dead. Strange choices like bubble wrap.

Another excerpt from my NaNo novel.

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She moved with an easy glide towards the last door, the gang following rather awkwardly behind. “The Practice Hall has been finished with bubble wrap so anyone wanting to practice using their power without putting others in danger can put their name on the schedule and get half hour sections.”

“Woah, what?” Ranen held up hand.

“Bubble wrap. A sheet thin plastic injected with pockets of air, used to wrap valuables in to keep them unharmed.” Weston said.

They all looked at him in confusion and then back at Olivia. “What does that have to do with practicing your powers safely?” Grant asked.

She laughed, “I’m sorry. I should have explained. Studies have shown that as of yet, the only thing immune to any superpower, is bubble wrap.”

Sadie Jones & I

I pretty much adore this video. The pictures. The music. The vintage feel to it. Perfect music to listen to while NaNoing.

First Three Days

Day 1: My friend and I kicked off NaNo with an epic sleepover. Sadly, I forgot my computer cord at home so I was only able to write until my battery died, I was able to get word count in though! I sent a desprite plea to my Mother who brought me my cord before my friend and I left for a Celtic Thunder concert. (Totally off subject, but the concert was epic.)

Day 2: Still totally stoked about Celtic Thunder, I got my word count in while watching the DVD I bought at the concert... four times.

Day 3: What do you mean it's only day three? It seems like ages since I was struggling to keep my eyes open to get that first thousand words. I haven't gotten my word count in yet today, but I won't rest till I do. Of course, blaring music through my ear-buds, and chatting with my Sam helps move things along.

And now, because nobody asked for it, an excerpt from my at this point nameless novel.

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“What’s going on?” Exie asked, just as confused as those around her.

“I’ve been trying to figure that out myself.”

They all whirled around in surprise at the voice behind them. The voice matched the person they knew it to be. Ranen Ken. His black hair was shaggy and uncombed, giving him a charming roguish look. A small grin spread Exie face.

“Wow, your alive.” Grant seemed surprised.

“Yes, actually.” Ranen spread his arms and grinned, “I am.”

Preparation is Nearing Completion

The insanity of NaNoWriMo is very close to bursting upon my life with all the craziness that goes on behind it. You know, that little thing called life, that, despite all the joking of forgetting it in November, must go on.

I had wanted a full outline to follow this year, but unless some miracle ensues that's not going to be the case. I managed to get up to chapter seven, which was actually further then I thought I would get, and has helped out more then I thought it would. It's very possible if I can get ahead of my word count I may just stop and continue my outline. Hopefully it will be worth the trouble.

I have loaded almost all of Celtic Thunder's songs onto my i-pod, not only in preparation of NaNoWriMo, but also the concert I shall be attending shortly.

Today my friend (a fellow WriMo) and I are going to bake cookies, rice crispy treats, and pie so we'll be able to feed ourselves while we write. I fully expect my best writing to emerge at four in the morning after eating a dozen cookies.

So, NaNoWriMo, once again I will say, I'm ready for you. At least, as ready as I'll ever be.

A Lazy Autumn Day

Excerpt from Georgie's journal.

It's raining outside, convincing me that it is, in fact, Autumn. I'm still in my pajamas despite the afternoon looming right around the corner.

Minnie is curled up by my feet, trying to gather all the warmth she can into her soft, fuzzy, little body.

The whole day stretches on before me. I need to catch up on some school and study for my permit. I'm hoping through some miracle I'll be able to get it this week.

Millions of story ideas are tumbling about in my writer's brain and yet even before November has begun, NaNo calls. My outline is not even half way finished and this year I want a complete outline to follow.

Maybe I'll be able to chat with my Sam. I've been loving being able to at least say hello every day again. I can't wait to see her again. I'm not sure when I will, I miss her far to much.

Hopefully today will also hold some quite moments. Moments to simply sit and reflect on God's amazing creation and His glorious love for even me.

Sing Unto The Lord

Hello Beautiful. You and me are gonna start spending a lot of time together. We shall sing and praise the Lord.

Psalm 68:32 Sing unto God, ye kingdoms of the earth; O sing praises unto the Lord; Selah.

Hope

I've slowly been discovering that I love many different forms of writing. Short stories, articles, fantasy novels, historical fiction novels, now-a-days fiction novels, blog posts, and last year, much to my surprise, I added poems to the list.

I'm not very good, and it rarely happens, but every now and then a line pops into my head and a poem evolves around it. My poems document has been slowly growing though, so I figured I would share one with my readers.

If it's really terrible you're welcome to throw rotten veggies at me.

Hope

I cast around the darkness

For something to hold on to

I've heard about Your kindness

Hope

One word is whispered in my ear

A word that holds such promise

The enemy wishes me not to hear

Hope

When all seems lost

I still cling to one thing

No matter the cost

Hope

To all the living

There will always be

You are always forgiving

Hope

Eternally Your light will shine

Your love will continue forever

My heart, Your mercy will refine

Hope

Oh NaNoWriMo, When Shall Ye Arrive?

Dear NaNoWriMo,

I have been ready for you to come for months now. In fact, about a month after you left the last time, I was ready to start all over again.

My plot is pretty much developed to its fullest, and what hasn't we'll figure out together. We have before.

Inspiration has been here for awhile now. Junk Food is easily at hand. We are simply waiting for you before starting the party.

Yours Truly,

Georgie

The Genius of Mr. Disney

"Laughter is timeless.

Imagination has no age.

And dreams are forever."

- Walt Disney

I love this quote. So much, I added it to my e-mail signature so every time I send an e-mail someone reads it.

It's so perfect and it would take someone like Walt Disney to say it.

The Fight For Life

The war continues to save the millions of lives that so many believe aren't worth saving. Abortion. So many don't give the subject the time of day. So many don't know their opinion on the matter. Many don't know the real facts behind this mass murder that goes on everyday.

I've recently been noticing this subject more, for several factors. The first being the fact that Starbucks supports Planned Parenthood.

My friend Laura has suggested a boycott. Supporting Starbucks is indirectly supporting abortion, and if you're going to say you're ProLife, live your belief. So many people support this company, how many of those believe in life? How many are willing to stand up for that belief?

Another thing that stuck out to me was a video that has been going around in my group of friends on facebook. I had never heard of Gianna Jessen, but just watching this video has made me a fan. Her words almost brought tears to my eyes, and I don't cry very often. Please watch these videos. They're worth your time.

God gave her life for a reason. I pray her voice will make an impact on many and make thousands of people uncomfortable.

Don't brush the subject of abortion off. If your not sure what you think of the subject I encourage you to look into it. Please be sure to ask your parents first. Study your Bible. Pray about it, but don't ignore it. Don't brush off murder.

And the Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul. ~ Genesis 2:7

Home

I've recentally discovered I'm in love with Celtic Thunder... their music, that is. Anyway, this is my favorite right now. I'm sure it will change again. :)

R. I. P. Bluejane

Here it is. A brand new blog to go with my brand new phase of life, and to accompany them both, a new name.

Georgianna Penn, aka Georgie. My pen name and the name I've decided to start introducing myself as such. In order to do so, old names must be put to rest.

We had a lot of laughs. A lot of deep thoughts (as deep as our thoughts can get at any rate). We've done a lot of pondering and friend seeking. We've said a lot of random things, and some things that only we could ever fully understand. R. I. P. Bluejane. I shall remember you fondly.

I would also like to say a fond farewell and hello to Narniagirl/Sky. The best thing about change is the people you do it with.