Saturday, May 25, 2013

Sorry. I have been gone quite a long time. Again.
There's this whole graduating business. At a store waiting in the checkout line, Mom asked if I wanted any cheap junk for the occasion. No, I said. I'm celebrating graduation by getting a job.
Speaking of which, said full-time job begins Tuesday of next week. It's the one where I spend the summer outdoors. My family hates that I don't even sunburn before I tan, but I kind of make up for it by going up to four hours without a break in 100+ (F) degree weather.
And Spanish. Learning Spanish. Hopefully I'll follow through a bit more this time so that I can communicate with my coworkers.
That and my story has been running circles in my head. My characters have been turning into real people, and, frankly, I don't know where to make the story begin or end with them. I know their entire lives. It also means I need to update their character profiles. Again. >.>
And again, you have my apologies and my thanks for putting up with me thus far.

Eya'khine azi-isyr...

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Who said...

...that growing up would make my life easier? Honestly, who? I must have been brainwashed when I was  younger, 'cause I thought it would be so cool to do big-kid schoolwork, drive a car, and become as smart as everyone around me so obviously was.
I hopped off the driving bandwagon when I was about twelve. (Hurray. You have placed me in the control of a two-ton vehicle. Why were these a good idea in the first place?) And now big-kid schoolwork is a thing of the past, and I'm wincing as I send out my transcript to colleges. Not because I'm afraid of rejection. I think it's kind of the other way around. I'm afraid they'll say, "Wow! Look at these scores! Here's lots of money, so you can move away from home and everything familiar and come learn at our school!"
And no, you don't automatically become smart. That would be nice, but it doesn't happen. Despite everything you'll ever learn, you will hit many points in your life that you're absolutely clueless. And then you have to make it up as you go along. The problem at this point is the fact that now I have every young child watching me as if everything I do is what must be the best thing.
Isn't there any way this could be easier?
I've heard so many people say, "I wish I was back in highschool." I'm wishing I'm back there, and I haven't even left. Here, I know what I'm supposed to do. I've got a set goal and expectations. Leaving it will be like stepping off a cliff.


"....and surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age."

So here I am. Stepping off the cliff.

Monday, November 5, 2012

Enough

Inspired by a friend. :)


Here it comes around to me
That feeling that I'll never be
Good enough
Just give up
No matter what I try to be
That voice just keeps telling me
You're not enough
Just give up

So many voices in our heads
But the loudest simply says
Not good enough
Just give up

And the truth is
We aren't good enough
We will never be
Able to measure up
But don't forget the rest
You know the part that says
God's enough
He won't give up

We don't want the world to see
That we're broken and we're weak
That we want
Just to give up

And the truth is
We aren't good enough
We'll never be
Able to measure up
But don't forget the rest
You know the part that says
God's enough
He won't give up

We don't need a healer if we're well
We don't need grace if we can save ourselves
This is the part that the angels long to know
Don't worry about being better than the rest
'Cause what's the worth of love if we're the best?
There's no other way
For His grace to show

The truth is
You'll never be good enough
You will never be
Able to measure up
But that's why love is here
We have no need to fear
Being not enough
Because He is enough

No we'll never be worthy of grace
But if we were
How could it save?


~Tahl

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Upping the Word Count

As I approach my fourth NaNo with trepidation, I'll postpone doing any kind of plot development and instead offer this list of tips I came up with/used a couple years ago when I was scrounging the bottom for things to write...

~Write absurd poems (a rhyming dictionary helps)
                  ~Have a character who speaks in rhyme

~Have a song that plays for every email/phone call received (e.g. 'We Wish You A Merry Christmas'). Mention it every time.
                   ~Bonus points: write out the lyrics to the song each time it's played

~Think about introducing the character to the author. And do it.

~Add unnecessary character facts (e.g. She took after our mother, who was from Florida and who like alligators.)

~Spell out acronyms ('portable audio device' for iPod or MP3 player, 'Global Positioning System' for GPS, etc.)

~Arguments (e.g. "Listen to me!" "Why?" "Because I told you to!" "But I don't want to!" etc.)

~Lists -books, music, snacks (e.g. different flavors of Skittles)-and even different lists within lists (e.g. how many packages of each Skittle flavor)

~Write a story within the story -especially helpful if you have an irrelevant plot bunny

~Add a new character or three (preferably voluble ones). And no, they don't have to help advance the plot.

~Say the same thing over and over again -using different words (e.g. "You told me that already. You've said that before. You know you've informed me of these happenings previously...")

~Use more words than necessary to describe something (e.g. 'rainforests of the Amazon' instead of 'Amazon rainforest')

~Add some odd collections (spoons, buttons, etc.) and have the owner describe them. In detail. (e.g. the green teddy bear button with a blue and yellow bow tie)

~Use full phrases instead of referring to something with 'it', 'back then', etc. (e.g. seven hundred thirty-five years ago)

~Have your character read something. Describe what they're reading. Plus, it doesn't have to be related to what you're writing. At all. (e.g. The article was about its beginning, about the workers who had been there for what seemed like seven-hundred thirty-five years, or at least since the mine had been in operation.)

~And, of course, the ever-present backstory or flashback.

Hope this helps all of you who really have no intent have producing anything of quality during this mad marathon!

~Tahl

Thursday, October 25, 2012

It's the little things.

You might hear that a lot. "It's the little things in life that count."
Thing is, you might not understand it for a while. But that's one of the nice things about living with twelve other people and not much to go around. It's something you learn quickly.

~Socks for Christmas. New socks. It's something you don't appreciate ...unless every other pair of socks you've ever worn was a hand-me-down.

~Space that is your OWN. Even if it's not much. For instance, I just inherited an dresser. It has three drawers. That's all I had before in the dresser I shared with a younger sister, but it's still my personal dresser.

~Modern (or not-so-modern) technology that works. You know how hard 13 people can be on microwaves, dishwashers, faucets, water heaters, etc.? Today, when washing my hands in the bathroom -I noticed that the water was ...hot. In that bathroom (aside from the shower), all we've had was cold water. Hot water never comes out of the sinks' faucets.

It IS the little things. So take some time to stop and thank God for the fact that you get new socks. Or that you have a dresser to yourself. Or whatever -AC in summer or heating in winter. (I, for one, am thankful for the library/church/McDonald's when our AC breaks on the hottest weekend of the year. Yes, when; not if.) A flower garden. A teapot.
Be thankful. It makes all the difference.

"It's not happy people who are thankful. It's thankful people who are happy."

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

A moonflower

I had planted moonflowers this spring. Cousins to morning glories, they are about 5-6" in diameter and bloom at night.
Mine waited to bloom 'til mid-October. At the point when night temperatures decided to drop below the point that would allow the moonflowers to bloom. So I'd raised an marvelous crop of shriveled up blossoms... though, with me being me, I thought they were pretty anyway.




I kept an eye on each bud for awhile, but each one would reach the point where it was about to bloom -and then the cold would hit and the bud would die. So after about a week and half, I gave up looking.
Then yesterday, while bringing dishes to the sink after lunch, I glanced outside ...and noticed something that looked like a a folded piece of white tissue paper on the vine. So naturally I went to get the camera.
I don't know why it hadn't faded at that point, with all the sunlight, but it was in a good enough condition to photograph ...if propped up correctly. ;)









Friday, October 12, 2012

I actually have a reason...

...to post. Pattie over at Come Dance With Me nominated me for the 'Liebster Award' :

"The award recognizes new and upcoming bloggers with less than 200 followers who deserve some kind of recognition and support for their contribution."

Here are the rules:
1) Each person must list 11 things about themselves.
2) Answer the 11 questions that the tagger has set for you PLUS you MUST create 11 questions of your own for the 11 people you will nominate with this award.
3) Choose up to 11 bloggers linking them to your post.
4) Go to their page and inform them of the nomination.
5) Absolutely NO tag backs.
6) Remember to ONLY tag bloggers with less than 200 followers

1. What color do you like to wear the most, why, and does it differ from the "favorite color" you say when someone asks? I like to wear blue the most, because it's a color that tends to blend into the background. I don't like drawing attention to myself -and it's my favorite color as well. ;)


2. If you could do anything you liked for the next hour what would it be? Probably brainstorming. After all, Nano is approaching quickly and I might actually have to have a plot this year. X)

3. If you could travel to any place and time in history where would you go? Ancient China.

4. What piece of advice would you like to pass on to future generations? Choose carefully your hills to die on. Not everything is worth fighting for.

5. What's your favorite birthday activity to do with your family? Inviting a family over. :)

6. What things do you enjoy doing even though they cause you physical pain? Pushups. >.> Pulling up thistles with my bare hands.

7. If you could be in any fiction book (yourself as an extra character) which would you like to be in and what would you do
? Probably 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea. The scientific potential is high and I could stay under researching pretty much forever.

8. If you could be any fictional character you've read about who would you like to be? I think I've been asked this before... >.> I don't know. If I had to pick ...probably someone out of Lloyd Alexander's books.

9. What absolutely crazy thing do you want to do before you die? Go find anacondas of mythical proportions in the Amazon rainforest. :D

10. Who is your favorite Bible character and why?
Daniel ...because he always knows to go to God for help and never depends on himself. What a great role model. :)

11. What do you most cherish in being a believer in Jesus the Messiah?
No fear of death -in fact, I'm looking forward to it. I have nothing to be afraid of since I know where I'm going. :)


My questions are:

1) What's your favorite breakfast food?
2) How many things (pictures, portraits, etc) do you have on the wall of your bedroom?
3) Do you have a collection of anything? If so, what?
4) Would you rather be blind or deaf? Why?
5) Are you a word person or a number person?
6) What's your favorite type of cake?
7) Spiders or slugs?
8) Have you learned another language? If so, what and why?
9) What is your dream vacation? Why?
10) How much longer do you think it will take for me to come up with another question?
11) What kind of severe weather (tornadoes, hurricanes, earthquakes, etc.) do you get where you live?

I can only think of one person to tag -Kirsten over at A Commonplace Christian. Kind of pathetic, I know. So if you want to do this tag, feel free. No obligations.

And one more thing, if you made it this far (or if you skipped over the post and just went to the bottom to be done with it ;), I'm entering a contest over at The Writer's Lair, and the prize is a book! How much better could it be?

~Tahl

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

As I looked...

My last post was ...*counts on fingers* how many months ago? Oy, I have really fallen behind.
I will blame much of it on school and a job. And I will still blame it on school. I will blame it on writing. I will also blame it on taking pictures, playing with an adorable baby brother, and listening to some great music. It really doesn't matter. It's all excuses.
The lens on the family's point-and-shoot has broken. As in, I can no longer zoom on the camera. It will occasionally work if I pop out the batteries and put them in again. It doesn't always work, and usually by the time I can do that the subject of my interest has left. So I depend on the shutter button working quickly. Which it doesn't always do. But recently I snapped a picture of an eastern tiger swallowtail in our garage ...using the sport setting. (That thing was fast.)
The next day I saw a red-spotted purple on the ground outside the garage. (It is mostly blue and brown, by the way.)
And that started me on a butterfly hunting photo shoot. After chasing a fritillary of some kind around the garden, it finally sat still for about ten seconds -nearby!
So that made me happy. :)

Enjoy 'til I return again. ;)

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Friday, January 20, 2012

Thursday, January 19, 2012

The More You Show Me

I met You like a little child
Wide-eyed and mystified
That You could love even me
So I'm here to testify
That it's been an amazing ride with You
And I have never walked alone
Wanna give You every moment, every minute
It takes a lifetime to know You, to know You

And the more You show me, the more You grow me
The more Your glory becomes all there is
And the more I know You, the more I need You
The more I love You, the more You become to me

Fast-forward to the golden years
A smaller pride and a bigger fear
But still, no way are we done yet
I pray that You would keep me mystified,
In every way that I will still abide in You
Till You come to take me home
Wanna give You every moment, every minute
And take a lifetime to know You, to know You


And the more You show me, the more You grow me
The more Your glory becomes all there is
And the more I know You, the more I need You
The more I love You, the more You become to me

Wanna give You every moment, every minute
I’ll take a lifetime to know You
Hold me Lord, keep me
Draw me closer every moment of my life...


Lyrics by downhere (c) 2006

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

It has begun.

The new semester of the New Year. Don't get me wrong, I love school and I love to learn.
Truth be told, I'm learning a lot myself while I teach four younger siblings what the highest point is in each state. (We did Alabama this week; next week it's Alaska.) Not only am I finding out more about the states (the world's largest cast-iron statue is in the Vulcan Gardens ;), but I'm picking up useful techniques in case I have kids of my own one day and need to teach them, or some other opportunity crops up where my teaching skills are needed.
The basics are: be patient, and make it interesting. For instance, I try to cover a few famous people from each state (although I'm having some trouble with New Mexico and North Dakota). If I find a NASCAR driver is from a certain state, I add him, because the brother I'm teaching loves NASCAR racing.
I have a few other things to do, as well, such as finishing my Human Body science book and getting started on physics, working on math, finishing grammar and vocabulary, and starting my next research paper (on the brain). To add to that, Mom still lets me loose at the library unattended, so I'm constantly carrying home books that I now need to finish before I hit the limit of nine renewals. Currently I'm working on two separate ones (Salt and Color). Speaking of which, I should probably return to them...

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

The New Year Has Come Around Again

The week between Christmas and New Year was a very productive one for me. Yes, I know it was technically 'vacation'. I don't particularly like vacation, however, unless there's something else I can do with it. Which meant read books and prepare a course in U.S. State Facts for some of my younger siblings, after I discovered them lacking the knowledge of state capitals.
I've never found the new year to be particularly exciting. Yes, it is a time where I think a bit more about where my life is heading, but I can't  remember the last time I made a specific resolution.
Since the New Year was on a Sunday, we celebrated it the night of Dec. 30th. The next day, however, we were invited to a friend's house for a celebration. The 'party' ended at ten (p.m.), because we wanted to get to bed so we could be attentive to the service the next day. That and we had been invited to the house of another friend the evening of 1/1/12.
Busy? Yes. Worth it? Yes. Was I glad there weren't any wasps involved? Yes. Although I'm somewhat of a New Year's rebel, when there's something to note the pass of time, I can see how to make better use of the time given me. It is, after all, the only time I'll ever have.

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Black & White

A little while ago I was babysitting for a friend, and the entertainment for the evening was a few episodes of The Lone Ranger. Aside from the fact that the younger children insisted upon calling Tonto 'Taco', it was a nice journey back into the Saturday mornings of yesteryear, watching The Lone Ranger and Little Rascals with my siblings while waiting for breakfast.
Something happened to our DVD or VHS or whatever it was. I hadn't seen the show in years and years 'til last night.
It was a refreshing change. Modern-day TV shows, movies, and what-have-you have so many morally ambiguous characters and themes, but The Lone Ranger just has good guys and bad guys. Whatever the problem is, the Lone Ranger will come in and save the day, and ride off into the sunset at the end.
Then you get older, and "grow out of" black-and-white (color-wise and moral-wise) TV shows that have characters who were perhaps a little unrealistic, but still worth watching. I, for one, have yet to grow out of wanting to go back to the good old days, back when I was six years old, and everything was so simple.

For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I also am known. 1 Cor. 13:12