In Which I Am Very Sunshin(e?)y

Hello Readers,

I keep getting tagged and forgetting to do them. Whoops.

My friend, Rayne at the bus stop, nominated me for the Sunshine Blogger Award! Here are the rules guidelines, for this prestigious award. Thanks so much, Rayne!

 

Rules Guidelines:

  1. Thank the person(s) who nominated you in a blog post and link back to their blog.
  2. Answer the 11 questions sent by the person who nominated you
  3. Nominate 11 new blogs to receive the award and write them 11 new questions.
  4. List the rules and display the Sunshine Blogger Award logo on your post and/or on your blog.
Here I am, displaying my award. Flaunting it, really. Jealous yet?

Alright. Now comes the interrogation Q&A that I am taking part in!

What motivated you to start blogging?

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We just start off with the real tough questions, huh, Rayne?

Hm. I really just wanted to be able to put my thoughts out into the world and read other people’s views on the world and all that is in it. I wanted to be able to get feedback from people other than my family.

Do you have a favorite story to tell people? (Hint: That’s a queue to tell US that story.)

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^ Me trying to find a favorite story. I’m a storyteller. I have many stories. I love them all equally.

Gosh, this is a hard, hard question…

UGH FINE.

I really like telling people about The Target Meltdown. I would tell you this story, but I really need an entire blog post to tell it. So I guess you won’t be hearing it. Sorry guys. If you really want to hear it, let me know, and I’ll write up a blog post.

Who is your favorite author?

 

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Well… I’m not sure how to go about answering this.

 

Gosh. How the heck am I supposed to answer this question? Am I allowed to pass? Can I pass this one?

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Guys, I’m sorry, I really am, but the opportunity for that gif… I needed to do it.

Alright, enough stalling, I know. My favorite author has changed so much over time and as I’ve changed my reading styles and what not. I have always loved C.S Lewis, J.R.R Tolkien, and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

I’m moving on before I write an entire blog posts about all the authors I like.

In what ways did this author inspire you in your own writing?

World building. I suck at it.

C.S Lewis and Tolkien do not.

What’s the greatest thing about your best friend?

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Indeed.

Let’s just go with that my best friend is a fantastic human being who can play music better than anyone. Also he listens to me ramble and rant for longer and with more patience than anyone. Argue with me and I’ll fight you, people.

Camp or stay at a hotel?

 

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Hotels, man, hotels. All the way. 1005%

Fantasy or contemporary?

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This is all I have to say on the matter.

If you could meet any fictional character, which would it be?

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WHY. WHY. WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?

Oh goodness. Hmm. So many, so many. Alright, I’m just picking a random one. I’m sorry, all other favorite characters!

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This cat. Though I’d probably be terrified the entire time. Really, don’t ask me to meet people I admire.

Yea, so my favorite superhero is Iron-Man. Deal with it, y’all.

Do you have a special “spot” for reading?

Hahaha, oh yes.

Oh. Yes.

Behind the curtain and my bed. Or sprawled on my carpet.

Do you ever binge-read?

Most of the things I read are binge-read, my friend. I am a pro at binge-reading.

Does music distract you while you’re reading or do you prefer it?

 

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I would be Stan in this situation, guys.

 

I prefer music. While reading, while cleaning, while walking to the store to get cereal.

Music is always good.

Now, comes the time for my eleven questions.

  1. Would you prefer to live in a treehouse or a cabin on a mountain?
  2. How long is acceptable to wear the same socks?
  3. Best song to listen to while doing something boring in order to make it epic?
  4. PB&J or turkey and cheese sandwiches? 
  5. What would you most like to play in a band? (Actual musical skill not required)
  6. What is the most perfect breakfast?
  7. What is your opinion on flying cars?
  8. Favorite classic movie?
  9. Do you like surprise birthday parties?
  10. Which of the following would you like to work in: mall bookstore, used bookstore, or a library?
  11. If there was one question you could ask and get the exact truth for an answer, what question would you ask? 
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In case you didn’t like those questions, don’t worry.

 

The Nominees:

I nominate anyone who has watched Back To The Future in the past month, has pink or blue in their blog theme, or has a secret dream to become a race car driver.

~Ruby Sky

 

 

 

Well, That Was A Long Time, Huh?

Hello Readers,

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Alright, so I’ve been gone for a little while now. A month and a couple weeks, whoops. A media fast/writers’ block was put in place by my parents/and writers’ block by my mind and I thought disappearing was a better option than writing a post. Sorry about that.

that was probably not my best idea??

I’ve been really settling into my new home here, and so much has happened that I won’t try and sum it up in a post (cause that would be ridiculously long and I would get my dates mixed up.) But the bottom line is, God is good. I am so, so blessed and life is so very good. Look up, my friends, and let the light trickle on your face. It is there, even when we can only see darkness in front of us. Look up.

Some Of The Things Ruby Has Learned This Month 

(Told through gifs)

 

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Christianity is about Community. Community with God and community with each other. I have felt this message so much this month. Christianity is about family. We are sons and daughters of God and brothers and sisters to each other.

 

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The city can be as beautiful as the ocean, if you look in the right places.
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Thai Tea is ridiculously good.

 

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I am firmly Team Iron-Man, but Team Cap is cool too.
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Mentors are a needed part of life, don’t be afraid to ask for them.
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Organizing bookshelves is actually super fun, people.
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I really enjoy coloring things, apparently?? I learned a new skill!

 

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Speakers and music make life a million times better.

 

Ok, so I didn’t necessarily learn this, but I got Pop! Doctor Strange and Pop! Sawyer (from Lost) for my birthday. And you all needed to know this. Because they’re brilliant.

Oh and I just wanted to share this gem with y’all.

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My dad put up my twinkle lights and I wrote this on my sister’s white board before she went off to school one day. I really like the way this picture turned out.

I promise I will try not to disappear for this long without warning again. Sorry!

~Ruby Sky

 

 

A Few Thoughts

Hello Readers,

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Me after my long hiatus.

I know I’ve been completely absent kind of quiet this past month. I’ve just been adjusting to my new home and doing a decent amount of school. Camp NaNoWriMo is coming up next month and I am extremely excited to write a completely new novel for it.

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Me with my novel characters. -cough-

I really like Mushu gifs, alright? Give a girl a break.

Anyway, Mushu gifs aside, this has been an interesting month for me. I moved across the ocean, have lived and am currently living in a hotel for a little over three weeks now, been to a mall with a ski slope and penguins in it (no, I am not joking, that is a legit thing), and met a lot (and I mean a lot) of new people.

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Here are some things I’ve learned or relearned about moving:

  • It gets easier once you’re actually there.
  • Emotions don’t make sense, just go into it knowing that. Let yourself feel the emotions, eat a bag of goldfish, and move on. No sense in dwelling on them.
  • Moving is an adventure, it’s a chance to explore something new. You have a completely blank slate. Nobody knows anything about you. You have so many opportunities to make minions to read your books one day new friends.
  • Find an anchor and you’ll be fine.
  • You’ll dream about all the goodbyes you said and wake up disoriented. It’s alright. Relish the feeling of knowing you’re done with goodbyes for a while and rub the sleep from your eyes.
  • If you want to get to know people, you need to go and make the first step. Prove that you’re going to stick around.
  • People are much friendlier than you might think.
  • Moving is scary but it’s not as scary as we make it out to be.
  • If you eat more ice cream than normal, it is completely fine.
  • Remember, goodbyes are hard but they are worth the hellos you said.
  • If you leave, it isn’t the end of the world. Rather, the beginning of a new one.
  • An end is required for the next chapter. Don’t hang onto the last words, rather, make new ones.

I hope you all have a great week!

~Ruby Sky

 

 

Finally! A Writing Post!

Hello Readers,

So I realized I don’t really talk that much about my writing projects on here. There was a post a while back on How To Break The World, but besides that, I haven’t really talked about them all that much.

Today, that is going to change. Today, you will be hearing all about my recent project, a novella prequel to How To Break The World titled How To Crush A Revolution. But first, we will begin with the cover.

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Taaadddaaa!

The reason why I wrote How To Crush A Revolution is because most of the events in How To Break The World are almost entirely influenced by an event that happens just before the book begins. I realized, after writing the first draft that I had no idea how that grand event actually happened and the ins and outs of how this world of Asgard worked before How To Break The World.

So, a prequel seemed in order. A little over six months went into writing it, and I am proud to say that it is nearly finished!

Plot: The idea of this prequel is that riots are breaking out and the people are becoming unstable because of the lie they’ve been telling themselves for centuries. The lie that they are “gods”. They want to take the earth and rule it because they feel that they deserve it. That’s where Loki comes in. The government can’t do anything to stop them or placate the mobs that are continually growing, so they decide to wipe the slate clean. They want to begin again. So Loki is called upon to use his gifts to make this idea become a reality. Hence the name, How To Crush  A Revolution, because that is essentially what he’s doing.

The Cast:

Loki Laufeyson is my protagonist in both this book and How To Break The World. All scenes are from his point of view. He is a hodgepodge of many different interpretations of the original Loki in the myths. He is mischievous but not evil. Chaotic, but not without his good moments. He wants a second chance, but is unsure about how to get one. He is a wanderer and easily bored, which is why he generally turns to various means to satisfy his craving for mischief. A Liesmith is what the magicians of Asgard are called, and they use their gifts to protect the kingdom from intruders. Loki is one of the most powerful, surpassing even his teacher, Frigga.

“Hello, gentlemen.” My words crash against the glass like water, and their eyes are still wide in fright while their shaking limbs relax. Interesting.

He presses the piece of paper against the glass, his finger accidentally hitting into it every time it shakes.

“You have to come with us.”

I open my hands wide and shrug.

He blinks, as if he did not expect this. He takes his paper back, scribbling on it before shoving it against the glass, staring widely at me.

“What do you want?”

~How To Crush A Revolution 

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Aesthetic for Loki Laufeyson. ^-^

Sigyn Laufeyson is Loki’s wife and she used to be a highly influential political figure in the Asgardian government. Now she works more behind the scenes; she is even more influential now than she was when she was younger. She loves books more than anything and she’s the one of the only people that will stand up to Loki. She is throwing around the idea of writing an autobiography to encourage young girls who want to be politicians. She also adores hot beverages and rainy days.

     -Flashback scene-

 

           “Hello, I’m Loki.” I say, trying to recover from the oddity that is this girl.

            “I know who you are.” She rolls her eyes, turning back to her book. “I’m busy. The main character just discovered his father’s coworker was the killer and I need to know how it ends.”

            I blink. I’ve never felt like this before. I’ve never been ignored before. Nobody can actually ignore me because of my gift. How can she? I’ve been hated, yes, but never ignored.

            “Who are you?” I ask, the words rolling off my tongue before I can take them back, my curiosity piqued.

            “Sigyn.” She mumbles, flipping the page, her eyes widening. “Oh my… I did not see that coming.”

            She doesn’t look at me again, and I think that’s when I started to love her.

~How To Crush A Revolution

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Aesthetic for Sigyn Laufeyson ❤

Hel Laufeyson is the daughter of Loki and Sigyn Laufeyson. She is the governor of the Herlið district, which makes her essentially the commander of the army. Because of her station, she has tattoos down half her body that identify her so she can give orders easily. She is a brilliant planner, but she doesn’t like her job because she can’t stand to watch men lose lives. They jokingly call her “the queen of hell” because of the missions she has had to send the army on. She knows she must do it for the good of her country, but she can’t help but wonder what would have happened if she had been chosen for a different path. She worries a lot about her father and brothers.

            “You need rest. That’s why they sent me instead of Mother. Mother would let you out of bed and help you but I refuse. I refuse to let you work yourself to death. Mother may have given up on trying to get you to slow down, but I haven’t.” She stiffens with anger as she glares at me.

I raise my eyebrows. “How long do you think you can keep me here, Hel?”

“Until you’re well enough to stand on your own.” She says, and then quickly adds. “Without illusions.”

“You know all my tricks.” I grin, winking at her.

                                                                                                                              ~How To Crush A Revolution

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Aesthetic for Hel Laufeyson ❤ 

Jörmungandr “Jor” Laufeyson is the son of Sigyn and Loki Laufeyson. He has snake eyes and scaly arms because of his father’s gifts, and he can make fire with his hands. He has to wear specially designed glasses to keep from seeing in infrared instead of normal vision. He is also slightly colorblind. Jor is a scientist and is very gentle and calm. Few would expect him to be a Laufeyson, as they have a tendency to be bold and confrontational. Jor stays out of the limelight that his family almost constantly walks in. Very few people actually remember that he is the son of Loki and Sigyn, but his “Laufeyson” side comes out when people touch his experiments.

“You’re… causing widespread amnesia for the government to turn a blind eye to your exploits?” He asks, his legs shaking now and he drops his briefcase. “And you’re… coming to say goodbye. You’re doing this to me? Hel knows about this? She didn’t stop you?”

“That’s not all of it, Jor, and I wish I could tell you everything. But I can’t.” I run my hand over his hair, sighing. “Hel didn’t try to stop me because she knew she couldn’t. I am doing the only thing that I can do.”

“The only thing you can do that will make you free.” Jor sighs, looking up at me.

 

  ~How To Crush A Revolution

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Aesthetic for the sweetest Laufeyson, Jor

Fenrir Laufeyson is the eldest son of Loki and Sigyn. Fenrir is actually the most like his dad out of the Laufeyson Trio. Because of his dad’s gifts, he has heightened senses and wolf ears that he covers with a hat. He works on the streets in a gang he made called The Valdr (old norse. look it up.). He operates under a “no kill” rule, because that is the deal he and Hel made. She doesn’t actively look for his activities, but if he does anything that kills anyone, she will put him in jail.

“Fenrir.” My hands are clasped loosely behind my back as I look at him. He has a new scar above his eyebrow. I trace it with my eyes, wondering what the story is behind it.

“You were looking for me.” He states, his grey furred ears perking up from behind his shaggy hair.

“I needed to keep a promise I made to your sister.” I walk towards him and he doesn’t move, his nose twitching. A reminder that he sometimes is just as wolf as he is man, though he may look like the latter.

~How To Crush A Revolution

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Aesthetic for the rebellious Laufeyson

Well, this may well be the longest post I have ever written…

~Rubix/Ruby Sky

 

A Sketch of An Airplane Ride

Hello Readers,

You arrive on the plane, ideas swirling in your head with no place to write them. Excitement yanking your hand and that already home sickness feeling burning the back of your throat. The wait until take off is a feeling that tingles all throughout your body.

This is it. This is it.

You hold onto your armrests even though the takeoff is smooth and easy. It makes it more exciting as you exchange grins with your younger brother. You watch as people peer through the glass to watch the world become small before their very eyes. You wish you would have gotten a window seat. Maybe next time.

You swipe at the screen in the seat in front of you, turning up the volume as you watch that new action movie while a blond head finds its way into your lap. You were once small enough to curl in the seats too.

You turn off the screen after the third end credits roll. They weren’t exaggerating when they told you it’s near impossible to sleep well on an airplane. You shut your eyes and shove your earbuds in, trying to get some sleep. One thought keeps breaking through your music, keeping you awake.

This is it. This is it.

You drift off to sleep after accepting this fact. Turbulence wakes you up, but not the young blond head using your arm now as a pillow.

Only seven more hours to go.

This is it.

~Rubix

 

It’s The Little Things…

Hello Readers,

It’s always the little things, isn’t it?

The last whispered words that break us. Miniscule words, not even sad beside themselves but in this small moment they mean everything. They are the pebbles thrown at the nearly shattered glass. They push us over the edge. They are the added almost non existence bit of weight that drowns us in a sea of unknown.

It’s the little things.

The last poked fun at us that makes us rage and throw our fists, unable to contain ourselves. It’s that tiny thorn that breaks our skin, making us feel pain and rage. It’s the last taunt that causes us to lash out, the last barb that sticks too deep.

It’s the little things.

If it’s the little things that drive us to sadness, to anger, to envy, why can’t we let happiness fill us up with the little things. Why must the little things drive us to such taxing and sometimes unhealthy emotions but not to love and happiness? Why must in order to be happy we need some grandiose gesture? Why can we not be satisfied with the little things?

I’ve made it my mission to grab onto happiness when it sparks and let it blossom.

It’s the little things.

Going to the library and finding that one book you’ve been waiting for. Feeling the warmth of good tea. Your favorite song coming on the radio. Sinking into a comfortable bed at the end of a long day. Your favorite TV show’s theme song playing.

It’s the little things.

A conversation with someone you love. A hug when you need it the most. Teasing laughter and sprinkles on cupcakes. Messy watercolor paintings and fumbled piano chords. The sound of your favorite person’s voice and a bowl of warm soup.

Don’t be scared of being happy.

We aren’t scared of being sad or angry or envious or all the other emotions, why are we so scared of being happy?

Because it can be taken away.

So don’t let it be taken away. Feel it, live it. Choose it.

It’s the little things, my friends. The tiny almost miniscule things.

It makes all the difference.

~Rubix

 

 

 

In Which I Am Recognized As A Blogger

Hello Readers,

I was nominated for the Blogger Recognition Award! Which comes with this pretty little graphic:

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Isn’t that pretty?

And now, here are the pirate codes rules, but as you all know with me and tags by now…

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So you see, you don’t really know what will happen.
  1. Thank the blogger who nominated you and provide a link to their blog
  2. Write a post to show your award
  3. Give a brief story of how your blog started
  4. Give two pieces of advice to new bloggers
  5. Select 15 other bloggers for this award
  6. Comment on each blog to let them know you nominated them and link to the post you created.

Thank you Gracie Chick for this award, I appreciate it!

Now that that’s taken care of, sit down, readers, it’s story time.

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About two years ago, I realized that I could conceivably start a blog. I actually had my first post written in my head at least a month before I actually began my blog. I spent two months figuring out if I really wanted to start a blog before talking nervously to my parents about it.

I started on a humble Blogspot website before eventually moving to WordPress.

Whew. Most boring story ever. Glad that’s over.

Now I’m supposed to give two pieces of advice to writers. I’m going to steal rehash something my best friend tells me when I whine about my writing.

1. You can’t edit a blank page. 

You can write a really bad page and get only a sentence out of it; but you got one good sentence. Which was more than you had before. So just write. Write and edit.

2. Write about anything. Write about what you think, what you feel, what moves you. It can be something as simple as raindrops on a window or something as big as meeting your hero at a concert (which is a story for another time).

Just… write.

Now, since the rules are not rules, but only guidelines, I can do this.

I tag whoever is wearing eyeliner or a red sock. 

You poor soul, whomever you are.

~Rubix

 

And As The Years Go By…

Hello Readers,

I’ve seen a lot of these “Dear 2016” letters out there, so I thought I would write one saying goodbye to 2016 and hello to 2017.

Yes, I am indeed aware it is January 2nd.

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Sorry, Vader. 

Dear 2016 and 2017,

First, I would like to address you, 2016. You were a hard year. Now, that’s not to say you weren’t a good year. You were. Some of my favorite memories happened because of you, and for that, I am grateful.

I’m not buying a bunch of this bogus about how you were the worst year ever. I don’t believe in worst years. Hard ones, yes, but there is a ray of light in every year.

2016, thank you. Thank you for the multitude of moments I was able to experience. Thank you for the colors and laughter. And thank you for the goodbyes too, because now I can say hello. But most of all, thank you for teaching me a simple truth that we all must relearn over and over.

I am loved.

Everything you taught me, 2016, goes back to those three words. It was a gong ringing over and over. I see it so clearly now, like a patchwork quilt made of so many moments.

I am loved.

And because I know that, I can now turn and say this to the world.

You are loved.

So thank you, 2016, for teaching me that.

Hello, 2017. I haven’t seen much of you yet. I know you will also be a hard year, but I think that you will also be one of my best years. Which seems like a contradiction, but it really isn’t. It’s in our hardest moments that we realize the most beautiful things. You, 2017, are when I jump into the deep end. 2016 was walking across the diving board. But I do enjoy making cannonballs.

I’m as ready for you as anyone can be, 2017, I’m ready for the excitement, the adventure. I am ready for Skype calls with old friends and meeting new ones. You excite me.

I’m ready to face you with what 2016 has taught me. 2017 is a new slate, a new story to be told. But you know what calms me the most, 2017?

I’m not holding the pen.

That’s right, 2017, you are not up to me. I am not penning my story. My Savior is.

I’m not going to lie, 2017, you excite me and terrify me. You are the drop of the rollercoaster, and I’m not a big fan of rollercoasters. I don’t like the anticipation before the drop, but I enjoy the free fall. So I will overcome the fear of the unknown because He has never failed me yet.

I look forward to what you will teach me, 2017. I look forward to new faces and old friendly voices. I look forward to new foods and comforting old ones. I look forward to the mix of new and old, familiar and unknown that you will be.

I look forward to my adventure.

Goodbye and hello,

RubixCube

 

Sunshine Blogger Award!

Hello Readers,

I have been nominated for the Sunshine Blogger Award by MonkeyEverything over at MonkeyEverything Blog. Thank you! 😀

1. What’s your favorite food to eat while writing?

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Doritos. I like to eat Doritos.

Or you know, apples and healthy things.

2. What’s the first thing you would do if the world began to burn up?

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This question requires much thought.

….

Get all my friends and family in one place and tell them how much I love them because I don’t say it enough.

3. What’s your favorite author and why?

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NO. Not this question.

I have multiple favorite authors. The reason I love them all is because they were able to take a beautiful story and tell truth about the world. The point of writing is to make art and show truth and beauty, and I believe that Tolkien, C.S Lewis, Andrew Peterson, Shakespeare, Louis Lowry, Louisa May Alcott, Jane Austen and I literally could go on for this entire blog post listing my favorite authors because I have so many, were able to do this in a beautiful way.

If you are able to tell the truth in a wonderful beautiful story then you are my favorite author.

4. How many books have you read that you’ve not enjoyed?

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More than I would have liked to.

Many a time I will put down a book because either the content is too mature, the language too bad, or the characters are just annoying. It’s mostly the latter, cause I tend to stay away from the former. But every now and then, you find a good book with a bad scene and then it’s back to the library for them.

5. Who’s your favorite character from literature?

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Why all the hard questions, today?

I have so many favorite characters. So. Many. I will limit this to a random five for the sake of making this blog post short.

Frigga, Doctor Steven Strange, Artham Wingfeather, Ben Linus, and The Doctor. (Oh and Newt Scamander {yes, that is six, yes, I cheated})

6. What are your goals for future blogging?

To write posts and hopefully keep this up regularly.

7. How many characters have you murdered in your books? (approximately)

Hmmm. I honestly don’t know. I try to avoid killing my characters, but one of them is the last of his kind, so does that count? I killed a main character once.

You know what, I’m just going to go with five.

8. If you could pick ANY creature in this world… (or in a book) what kind of creature are you like? And why? (make sure to describe it so we all know what the creature is like! Unless it’s something universally known like a koala…)

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^ Me.

I think I would be like a book worm. Cause I live in libraries and want to be a butterfly.

9. What’s your favorite movie and filmscore composer? (filmscores are the music from movies if you were wondering. If you don’t have one, then just music is good too😄 )

My favorite movie is… agh, don’t make me choose. Doctor Strange. We’re going with that for now.

My favorite filmscore composer is Hans Zimmer.

10. If you had a choice between standing on your head for five minutes while eating a hamburger and doing jumping jacks for twenty-five minutes straight, which would you choose?

Jumping jacks. Definitely. I can’t stand on my head. Or touch my toes.

11. In regards to your favorite character’s hobbies (see #5) which is your favorite?

Hobbies. Um. Well…

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I can’t really do this.
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I don’t have one of these ^

I don’t exactly have wings like Artham, either…

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Unlike this chap, I’m not trying to run my own island.
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I can’t fence to save my life.
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And I have no magical suitcase full of animals.

So my favorite characters’ hobby that is plausible for me to do and that I would actually do would be…

Reading. 

The End. Stay tuned for more tagging of people and questions.

Questions:

1. If you could paint your entire house one color, what color would it be?

2. Do you prefer to write on notebooks or computers?

3. Winter or Summer?                                                                  

4. Favorite movie currently in theaters?                                 

5. If you could learn a skill overnight, what would it be?      

6. Favorite smell?                                                                              

7. Do you like writing with noise or silence?                              

8. Favorite quote? Or two? Or ten?                                               

9. Favorite childhood toy?                                                              

10. If you could change history, would you?   

11. What is your least favorite song?

 

I nominate:

Anyone who would like to do this tag or anyone who is wearing green. That is another way of saying, “I’m running out of time and can’t look for five bloggers that I haven’t already nominated for things.”

 

~Rubix