Chapter Twenty-One . . .

. . . is up to read! So please, guest, even if you stumbled upon me browsing blogs, or maybe you were doing research on an actual Magpie cry and you got my blog instead, go check out chapter twenty-one, and as a side note, I highly recommend reading chapters one through twenty first!  I really like this chapter, but after chapter twenty-two I think we'll go back to Lonny's perspective for a little while. (:

Go to My Novels tab up on the top of the page, and if you really can't find it, I'll give you a link, here: http://criesofamagpie.blogspot.com/p/my-writing.html

Labor Day Weekend

So obviously with this post title I've revealed to you that I celebrate an American holiday.  Do with that what you will.  Seeing as how dangerous it is to reveal too much about yourself on the internet to people you don't know, it was rather stupid of me to start a blog, I realize, If I'm going to be worried about that.  But, I believe I've done a good enough job that you don't know my full, legal name, you don't know where I live, you don't know how old I am, or who my family is, or any of my Facebook and Twitter passwords either. (Not that I ever use Facebook and Twitter.  Those are a waste of my time)

I'm sorry . . . that was way off subject, and to start off with the blog post, too!  My real reason that I powered up my idiotic Dell Microsoft computer (Please, let Mac manna rain down from the heavens into my awaiting arms!) is to tell you that I am celebrating Labor Day Weekend doing . . . nothing!  And on top of that, my keyboard is sticking a little bit... that's annoying.  Or maybe the band-aid on my left middle finger is inhibiting my ability to type smoothly?

*Takes band-aid off*

Ah! My skin feels so weak and vulnerable and GOSH DANG WHY DID I TAKE THAT BAND-AID OFF?  I'm exposed!  My finger is exposed!

Okay . . . calm down.  Sorry for that little episode of weirdness.  (I'm actually not sorry.  If I was sorry I would have deleted that part out of the blog.)  Gosh, I'm so weird.  This blog post isn't even about what I'm doing this Labor Day Weekend because I'm not doing anything this Labor Day Weekend, so what else would I talk about?

You know, the only reason I'm typing this is because I don't feel like typing anything for Red Silk.  It's not that I have a block, I'm just not in the mood. Meh.

WHY DO MY NON-INTERNET REAL FRIENDS THAT I HANG OUT WITH LIVE SO FAR AWAY FROM ME?

I'll tell you why, because if they lived closer I'd never get any writing done.  Or, I just wouldn't hang out with them like I don't hang out with anyone who does live within a mile radius of my house.

I swear, this blog post captures my inner essence, and this is why it must be posted and not deleted.  What else can I ramble on about?  (My keyboard is still sticking... qweretyuiop[]\asdfghjkl;'zxcvbnm,./   Huh.  Weird.  It wasn't any of those.  I must be imagining things.)

"I found a dead cat on the side of the road so I took it home and put honey on it then I cooked it then I ate it is that bad to do do do do do . . ."

The above statement just popped into my head and no, it is not a question of my sanity.  It's from Saturday Night Live (paraphrased, mind you) when Kristin Wiig was still on there.  Sometimes stuff like that just pops into my head.  You know what?  I wish Bill Hater hadn't left!  And Seth Meyers. ):  They make that show what it is!

Anyway... my life isn't interesting enough for me to blog about real stuff, and since I'm out of ideas, I guess I'll go.

Escaping Normal: Noise

So... I was just browsing around and I found this blog!  Just reading this was fantastic.  I'll have to follow it!

Escaping Normal: Noise: Copyright © 2013 Noise  My best friend, Ava, is in the back getting her head chewed off by the boss. I wish the two would just get...

Imaginary Fans are the Best Kind

Writers block is gone and frankly, I don't care if no one is reading.  I'm excited about this book, so why shouldn't I just pretend like everyone else is too?  I'm just happy I'm back in the writing groove.  If you too are one of my Imaginary fans, please go check out my writing tab!  If you don't see it up there ^ then here is a link to help you: http://criesofamagpie.blogspot.com/p/my-writing.html

I really enjoyed finishing chapter twenty (once I shook off my writer's block) and I can't wait to start chapter twenty-one!  I'm really loving my new characters Jack and Simone and I'm thinking that I'll keep them in the journey for awhile.

Nothings There and No One's Reading

I can't write.  I'm stuck on chapter twenty for Red Silk, and no flow is coming.  Also, I can't find my simple little one page plot line.  I'm thinking maybe if I glance at it my mind with start spewing stuff again.  It is nowhere.  In addition to that, I need to do some research and I haven't found anything yet.  Why does no one in the world no anything about the flying trapeze? Gosh, I know this book is going to be crap.  It probably is since no one's reading it.

At this point I don't even care if anyone likes it.  I just wish people would comment on it and TELL me what it needs.  Even if they tell me how much they hate it, I would love to hear anything from anybody.

I need some inspiration. ):

To Boldly Go . . .

 . . . and I had a sudden need for tea, but wait! I remembered we had bought some Earl Grey tea a few weeks ago and I hadn't yet tried it.  As I pulled out the box of tea bags I thought of Captain Picard and how strange and interesting he would think my preparing methods were.  The only thing that's similar to a replicator is my mug of water heating up in the microwave.

For those who do not know who Captain Picard is, or what in the heck a replicator does, I'm referring to one of my most favorite shows: Star Trek: The Next Generation.  It's my favorite among all of them.  I haven't ever watched Voyager and I've only seen movies from the originals, although I vow to watch every single original Star Trek episode, even if I have to laugh at William Shatner's dramatic pauses.

I have wanted to drink Earl Grey tea for some time as it is Captain Picard's signature drink.  In almost every episodes he commands "Earl Grey, hot." from the replicator.  I'd been told before that it tasted like laundry soap.  As I smelled the tea pouch I found that the smell did indeed remind me of soap, but it had more of an herbal, organic smell.  On drinking it with my nose pinched closed it only tasted like ordinary tea.  (I've seen something somewhere {Globe Trekker, History Channel, Pinterest, etc.} that smell has a lot to do with how we associate taste.  If you pinch your nose closed while eating a hamburger, they said, it might not really taste that good after all.)  So I think the smell is what is so unique about it.  Personally, I liked the herbal smell.  I didn't think too much of laundry soap when I drank it, and I will continue to drink Earl Grey tea, so as to become as Picard-like as I can.