Yay Minecraft screenshots...again

Waiting Out The Writing

How many hours have I stared at a blank page while in my mind's eye I saw the characters come to life? Why will it not transfer from my head into writing? Why must I live with these real phantoms that refuse to be seen by anyone other than I? I want not for stories. My head is full of them. What I need is the ability to let them live out their lives on the page, for others to witness, to enjoy.






I think too much.

More Minecraft Pictures

My home on Hobo's server

Design world treehouse

Basement of my home on Hobo's server

A high-up view of my treehouse on Hobo's server.

My treehouse on Hobo's server

I'm most proud of my treehouse on Hobo's server. It was incredibly scary and difficult to build that high. Just so you know. lol

Minecraft Creations

So, I've been playing a lot of minecraft lately. Here's some pictures. :)

The inside of my theatre.  

The outside of my theatre. 

Harriet

I used to be very picky about names. I hated "old people" names like Harriet or Alice, but now I'm starting think some of those are the prettiest names. I guess this is mostly because of the books I've been reading.
Some of my favorite names:
-Harriet
-Suzanna
-Meg
-Rosie
-Alice
-Kalin (pronounced Kaylyn)
-Naomi
-Jo
-Josi


What are some of your favorite girl names?

Pink Nails

I was actually going to write something, and then I find fun things online. Oh well.

Alright, time for a new post. I have a new idea for a story, but it's not really going anywhere. I think I have a major case of writer's block. I can't seem to focus on a single story right now...sometimes I don't even feel like writing at all. The one story that I keep coming back to is stuck in a stage of complete overhaul which I just can't seem to pull out of at all. I love the idea so much, but my biggest supporter is my worst critic. No, it's not me. I'm pretty hard on myself, but I rarely see the plot holes he points out. And, man are they some doozies! I suppose I'll get to my point. I'm feeling kind of discouraged right now in the writing department, among other things. Oh, well.

Arafell Hall

"Mom, do I really have to go live with Uncle Greg? He's crazy." 

"For the last time, Susan, Uncle Greg is not crazy, just eccentric. And yes, you do have to go. We've been over this. Dad and I are going to Egypt for six months, and you can't go with us because you have to attend school."

"Why can't I stay with Aunt Sally and Toby? Or even Jackie?"

"Aunt Sally's going to be traveling cross country, and Jackie's parents don't have the room to spare. We've been through all of this. You will stay with Greg, and that's the end of it."

Silence reigned in the red car for the next twenty minutes until they took the last exit to a small town in Montana. 

"Ah, here we are. Arafell Mountain, home of the Faerie Lights."

"Their mascot is fairy lights? Seriously? I'm going to have to be a 'fairy light'? What the heck, Mom?"

"You'll be fine, sweetie. Come on, here's Greg's house."

They had pulled up in front of a little brown house on the edge of the woods surrounded by old, rusty cars. The lawn looked well cared for with a little flower garden in one corner next to the house.