So during my long absence I sneaked off to Florida and back. Well, not literally sneaked. I rode in the car while my parents drove.
We left TN around 4 PM and arrived in FL at around 8AM the next day. Our first stop was in The Villages, FL to drop my sewing machine and embroidery machine off at a machine repair store (Stores down in FL charge 1/2 as much as those in TN) and then we got to my grandmother's.
Then two days later or so, my niece was born!
Sammie is very cute, of course.
So we stayed another week or so and then my dad had a writing workshop, we picked up my embroidery machine and headed home.
Notice I didn't say sewing machine. It was broken beyond repair, so now I'm machine-less. We were able to buy a used-only-twice machine off of craigslist for $50, but that one is technically my mom's. ;)
So now I'm home again and in the swing of things. Sewing, writing, that sort of thing.
I'll have another writing assignment to share with you tomorrow or so =)
Sunday, June 9, 2013
Friday, June 7, 2013
A Writing Assignment
I think I've said before that a writers' group I'm part of puts up weekly writing assignments. Well, I participated in this week's and I thought you all might like to read it.
It hasn't really been edited at all, so just ignore the mistakes. ;)
Here's the assignment
Write a story in the first-person point of view. This means that you will refer to the character as I/me/myself. It's like seeing everything directly through your point-of-view character's eyes. Because of this, the reader can know only your point-of-view character's thoughts and feelings. What's fun about first-person is that the reader experiences the story as the character does. To make this squab even more fun, build your point-of-view character from one of the following options:
-A compulsive liar
-Someone who thinks they're a genius (they may or may not truly be one--that's up to you)
-Someone who likes to explore
Genre: Writer's choice
Goal: To stay in one POV & to explore a POV you may not have used before
Word Count: 500 – 800
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And here's what I wrote
--
Rusty nails protruded from the sides of the crates, and dents riddled the surface of the wooden boards. I pressed a finger into one of the small craters in the box’s surface. This dilapidated container was only one of thousands in this warehouse the size of Rhode Island.
I craned my neck and gazed up at the ceiling. Or, I would have, if it had been visible. Darkness covered the area above me, disguising whatever was overhead, but I knew it had to be high. The crates and boxes extended into the oblivion and out of sight.
Discouragement washed over me. How was I ever supposed to map this monster? Even with Fin’s help it would take eternity, and this mission was supposed to last only two months.
Pulling a tablet computer from my satchel, I glanced around the aisles formed by the boxes around me. Perhaps pretending I was an intrepid explorer would help. Some of the adventurers I obsessed about as a child had the most excellent expeditions one could ever hope to have,
Perhaps I would be like Timothy Krislen who mapped a portion of Mars on his one-man expedition of the red planet, or I could be like Adrianna Lemth, who reached the bottom of Marianna’s Trench.
I turned on my computer tablet and the screen flickered to life, displaying a vague map of the warehouse’s layout, some of the lines cut off abruptly, missing sections of walls, as if the person who sketched it wasn’t sure what to put there. Did the room continue on in that part or stop? I squared my shoulders. It would be up to me to find out. Me and Fin, anyway. Where was he?
I scrambled to the top of the crate, careful to put my boots on the thicker slats. Still, the boards creaked under my weight. Raising an eyebrow, I pulled up the 300 page inventory list on my tablet. Hopefully, this crate didn’t contain anything hazardous.
The box must be weaker than I first thought, too. I looked down at my combat boots, laced tight around my calves. Boards splintered under the toes. I clambered onto another crate nearby. It wasn’t as though I weighed a lot – the opposite, actually. I was the smallest on the expedition. My boots even had to be special ordered from a children’s shoe store, and my sea blue uniform had to be taken in by a seamstress near base. But that was all far away now. Thousands of miles. A few light years were more accurate.
I refocused my attention on my tablet. Where was I on this thing? I activated the wireless locater embedded in my wrist. A green light flashed under my skin, glowing dimly in my epidermis.
My tablet shone a corresponding green light. I looked up at the ceiling again, but there still wasn’t anything visible.
I sighed, letting my shoulders relax. At least a wireless receiver was nearby and could see me.
Aliff thought the walls of this room might be too thick to penetrate with our equipment. Apparently he was wrong.
“Hoff?” A deep voice reverberated through the aisles, twisting through the maze of metal and wood boxes.
“Here!” My voice sounded shrill compared to Fin’s.
“We need to get to the hanger.” Fin’s voice sounded far away. “We’ve picked up something on the sensors. We need to be in a more secure room in case it’s hostile.”
“I’m coming.” I jumped from a crate onto the metal flooring—Finished before I even
got a chance to get started.
Something rumbled under my feet. I shut off my computer and tucked it back in my back.
The rumbling came again. I headed for the exit. Who would have ever thought a room this big would ever be discovered on an abandoned spaceship?
I passed in to the cool, metal hallway that ran alongside part of the warehouse. And who would have thought there would be other spaceships that could rival the size of this one?
I shook my head. Who cared ‘who would have thought?’ I was just glad I was around to experience—to be chosen to explore it, even if it was dangerous.
It hasn't really been edited at all, so just ignore the mistakes. ;)
Here's the assignment
Write a story in the first-person point of view. This means that you will refer to the character as I/me/myself. It's like seeing everything directly through your point-of-view character's eyes. Because of this, the reader can know only your point-of-view character's thoughts and feelings. What's fun about first-person is that the reader experiences the story as the character does. To make this squab even more fun, build your point-of-view character from one of the following options:
-A compulsive liar
-Someone who thinks they're a genius (they may or may not truly be one--that's up to you)
-Someone who likes to explore
Genre: Writer's choice
Goal: To stay in one POV & to explore a POV you may not have used before
Word Count: 500 – 800
---
And here's what I wrote
--
Rusty nails protruded from the sides of the crates, and dents riddled the surface of the wooden boards. I pressed a finger into one of the small craters in the box’s surface. This dilapidated container was only one of thousands in this warehouse the size of Rhode Island.
I craned my neck and gazed up at the ceiling. Or, I would have, if it had been visible. Darkness covered the area above me, disguising whatever was overhead, but I knew it had to be high. The crates and boxes extended into the oblivion and out of sight.
Discouragement washed over me. How was I ever supposed to map this monster? Even with Fin’s help it would take eternity, and this mission was supposed to last only two months.
Pulling a tablet computer from my satchel, I glanced around the aisles formed by the boxes around me. Perhaps pretending I was an intrepid explorer would help. Some of the adventurers I obsessed about as a child had the most excellent expeditions one could ever hope to have,
Perhaps I would be like Timothy Krislen who mapped a portion of Mars on his one-man expedition of the red planet, or I could be like Adrianna Lemth, who reached the bottom of Marianna’s Trench.
I turned on my computer tablet and the screen flickered to life, displaying a vague map of the warehouse’s layout, some of the lines cut off abruptly, missing sections of walls, as if the person who sketched it wasn’t sure what to put there. Did the room continue on in that part or stop? I squared my shoulders. It would be up to me to find out. Me and Fin, anyway. Where was he?
I scrambled to the top of the crate, careful to put my boots on the thicker slats. Still, the boards creaked under my weight. Raising an eyebrow, I pulled up the 300 page inventory list on my tablet. Hopefully, this crate didn’t contain anything hazardous.
The box must be weaker than I first thought, too. I looked down at my combat boots, laced tight around my calves. Boards splintered under the toes. I clambered onto another crate nearby. It wasn’t as though I weighed a lot – the opposite, actually. I was the smallest on the expedition. My boots even had to be special ordered from a children’s shoe store, and my sea blue uniform had to be taken in by a seamstress near base. But that was all far away now. Thousands of miles. A few light years were more accurate.
I refocused my attention on my tablet. Where was I on this thing? I activated the wireless locater embedded in my wrist. A green light flashed under my skin, glowing dimly in my epidermis.
My tablet shone a corresponding green light. I looked up at the ceiling again, but there still wasn’t anything visible.
I sighed, letting my shoulders relax. At least a wireless receiver was nearby and could see me.
Aliff thought the walls of this room might be too thick to penetrate with our equipment. Apparently he was wrong.
“Hoff?” A deep voice reverberated through the aisles, twisting through the maze of metal and wood boxes.
“Here!” My voice sounded shrill compared to Fin’s.
“We need to get to the hanger.” Fin’s voice sounded far away. “We’ve picked up something on the sensors. We need to be in a more secure room in case it’s hostile.”
“I’m coming.” I jumped from a crate onto the metal flooring—Finished before I even
got a chance to get started.
Something rumbled under my feet. I shut off my computer and tucked it back in my back.
The rumbling came again. I headed for the exit. Who would have ever thought a room this big would ever be discovered on an abandoned spaceship?
I passed in to the cool, metal hallway that ran alongside part of the warehouse. And who would have thought there would be other spaceships that could rival the size of this one?
I shook my head. Who cared ‘who would have thought?’ I was just glad I was around to experience—to be chosen to explore it, even if it was dangerous.
Thursday, June 6, 2013
Sewing
I really need to make one of these. Is cute. :)
http://unpetitdesign.blogspot.com/2012/04/kcwcday-one-tiered-ruffle-dress.html
http://unpetitdesign.blogspot.com/2012/04/kcwcday-one-tiered-ruffle-dress.html
Monday, June 3, 2013
What Now?
What now? I have a blog? Really?
Why yes, I do!
Well, something to post. Remember how I said I had some Americana eggs in the incubator two months ago?
They hatched last month!
They're almost all feathered now and all out in the barn again.
And we're about to have another batch of Red Star crosses hatch tomorrow!
Also, I went to Florida. :) More later
Why yes, I do!
Well, something to post. Remember how I said I had some Americana eggs in the incubator two months ago?
They hatched last month!
They're almost all feathered now and all out in the barn again.
And we're about to have another batch of Red Star crosses hatch tomorrow!
Also, I went to Florida. :) More later
Saturday, May 11, 2013
Monday, April 29, 2013
Velociraptor Bunneh Strikes Again!
The squealing noise your sister makes when you jump out and make velociraptor noises at her . . . Priceless
I'm a velociraptor bunneh. Hear me roar.
I'm a velociraptor bunneh. Hear me roar.
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
More Info on the Fluffies
So the story behind the fluffies?
Well, some of you know that we had 26 chickens at one point. At one point, we were down to 20, due to some tragedies and tasty dinners.
Our chickens are for egg laying purposes mostly . We eat the eggs and sell the excess to friends and family (To help pay for chicken feed). Now a good laying hen normally only keeps laying for about 2 - 3 years, and it takes a hen about 7 months from birth to start laying, so since our hens are encroaching on their first birthday, we thought it might be a good idea to get a new batch started. We gathered up 32 eggs and put them in our incubator (pictures to come) and waited.
And 21 days later, 13 of them hatched! That's not a very good hatch percentage, but we're still new at this and hope for better success next time. In the meantime, we have some very cute fluffies. They're living in a kiddy pool right in front of our front door (that people hardly ever use). They'll go out to the coop in a few weeks.
A friend of mine also promised me 30 + Americana eggs to incubate (Starting Friday 4/19/13) so we'll have some chickies of a different breed, too. She doesn't have an incubator and so we'll be splitting the hatching. I get some and she gets some. So 21 - 23 days from Friday, be on the lookout for some new fluffies!
Also, we wanted more fluffies than we thought we would need because you never know what gender you're getting from a hatching, and of course, roosters don't lay eggs. So any fluffy that starts to crow will end up dinner. :)
Well, some of you know that we had 26 chickens at one point. At one point, we were down to 20, due to some tragedies and tasty dinners.
Our chickens are for egg laying purposes mostly . We eat the eggs and sell the excess to friends and family (To help pay for chicken feed). Now a good laying hen normally only keeps laying for about 2 - 3 years, and it takes a hen about 7 months from birth to start laying, so since our hens are encroaching on their first birthday, we thought it might be a good idea to get a new batch started. We gathered up 32 eggs and put them in our incubator (pictures to come) and waited.
And 21 days later, 13 of them hatched! That's not a very good hatch percentage, but we're still new at this and hope for better success next time. In the meantime, we have some very cute fluffies. They're living in a kiddy pool right in front of our front door (that people hardly ever use). They'll go out to the coop in a few weeks.
A friend of mine also promised me 30 + Americana eggs to incubate (Starting Friday 4/19/13) so we'll have some chickies of a different breed, too. She doesn't have an incubator and so we'll be splitting the hatching. I get some and she gets some. So 21 - 23 days from Friday, be on the lookout for some new fluffies!
Also, we wanted more fluffies than we thought we would need because you never know what gender you're getting from a hatching, and of course, roosters don't lay eggs. So any fluffy that starts to crow will end up dinner. :)
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