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Archive for January, 2008

Excellent Blog Award!

January 31st, 2008

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Thank you to Easy Writer for the Excellent blogger award and for the awesome words that came with it. :) :D *does the happy dance for lack of vocabulary reasoning at this moment*

Thankies.

In return I’d like to share this award with everyone on my blog roll because I only read excellent blogs but there is one blogger in particular I’d like to take the time to mention.

Crazy Monkey of Doom

I have stumbled onto her blog quite recently and for my own reasons I want to give this award to her. She’s a good spirit making her way in the world and not afraid to blog about it.

Awards from Preetilata!

January 31st, 2008

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These awards were generously given to me from Preetilata over at the White Window! Thankies a bunch!
I would like to pass them onto everyone on my blog roll! (Except for the Rocking Girl one, sorry guys but I think that might be female only.)

A Roar For Powerful Words

January 31st, 2008

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I know. It’s taken my forever but I’m finally going to post up all those wonderful awards I’ve been given in the order they’ve been given. :) I’m sorry it’s taken so long, it’s just for things like this I like to think about what I’m going to say and the modest half of me scrunches up and gets all mousy with a loss for words, or as the case may be fingers to type with.


Thank you to Quill for ‘A Roar for Powerful Words’. This is such an awesome award, it makes me smile. :D Thankies very much I feel honored that my very first award came from you, Quill!

The three things I think that make an excelent writer with powerful words are:

Honesty – Because even when you’re writing fiction if you can’t look within and face your own personal truth no matter how ugly it might be than your words mean nothing. You can’t give a creation breath if it’s only 2d and you can’t create anything through writing unless you’re prepared to go deeper than you’ve ever gone before and acknowlege things you might not have in another craft. A writer must know and accept their soul.

A tolerance for pain – Writing can hurt sometimes. It can hurt showing others your work, even when they accept it and you’ve done it well. It can hurt to put something difficult on paper. And it can deffinetly hurt to pull something out of your soul or mind and try to put it on paper in such a way that everyone else can understand it and learn something.

An acceptance for pleasure – I love writing. Even when it hurts, it just feels so good when you look past society, inner turmoil, grammer, and all that other stuff. One needs to be able to look beyond all that even if they want to become a professional because in the end it will all mean nothing if you lose the joy you feel when pen meets paper or keys meet mother board. If you don’t enjoy your craft there’s ust no point to it

Now at The Shameless Lion’s Writing Circle, where this wonderful award originates, it says I need to pass this on to five deserving people- whom I’m asuming don’t yet have one. ;) Let’s see here I pick…

Jessie Carty. My first friend in the blogging world and a wonderful writer in both heart and mind! Never afraid to admit when things are getting hard yet constantly, though seemingly unknowingly, offering words of wisdom and uplifting thoughts that help me through my own struggles as a wannabe writier!

Mr. Grudge because he is awesome even if he doesn’t think he’s awesome and because he only writes what is truly important and never without a purpose. We could all learn a bit from his morals and life style I believe.

Preetilata of the White Window because when you read what she write’s you can help but smile and feel your heart being lifted up. Another wild spirit child in her own right who never fails to make sure I haven’t fallen off the blogosphere. :)

Just1More. Not just for his writing but for what he does with his writing. Helping others in his own special way, enccouraging new writer’s to come out of their note books and into the world (via 3Words), as well as offering up some of the most helpful comments I could ever wish for. Thank you.

JJ the Nature Nut of Nature Shows & Dreams. For painting the world in magick and beauty once again. Whenever I start to lose hope and think that this dying world will in fact be ravaged by pollution and stupid humans I run over to this blog. A true being of the forests. ;)

You can read the rules for the award here of how to pass it on and such as well as pick up your own copy of the award. Woot! Woot!

PS> My spell check is broken. Forgive my errors.

Journey of the Traveling Violin and…

January 31st, 2008

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…the 100th Post of the Wannabe Violinist!

Oh my goodness! I’ve made 100 posts. Wow. :) I don’t really know what to type. It’s like when you finally fill a notebook and look back at how much you have written and giggle gleefully. Well, alright. That might not be what ‘you’ do but it’s certainly what ‘I’ do.

For my 100th post (yes, I enjoy saying that immensely) I would like to share some very happy news with you. Mind you, this is current news in my life even if it starts out sounding like a memory and I’m so happy about it that I’m tempted to cry. In fact- give it till the end of this post and I’ll include cyber tears in an attachment or something.

This post has been transferred to my private blog: The Tao of Me

To gain access to this blog please leave me a comment.

Musical Muses & Magickal Storms

January 29th, 2008

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My Hunny gave me my Valentine’s day gift early. He’s as bad as I am about that. When we buy something for the other it’s like we can’t wait to give it to the other. :) I love him so much. He gave me the album “An Ancient Muse” from Loreena McKennitt and “Afterglow” from Sarah McLachlan. *squeals in delight*. I have variant musical taste but I’ve been waiting for these two for a long time. Well, to be more precise some of the particular songs on them.

Anyways, below you will find a sudden burst of inspiration that hit me in the head between reading an anime character’s description and listening to some of my new tunes.


He hums, swinging his arms wildly as he walks. The soft grass passing beneath his feet with each stride of his long gangly legs. The wind whips around him and he turns into it letting it embrace him. His long auburn locks fall into his face and interrupt his vision. He keeps turning and waving his arms to and fro feeling the flow of everything in the air around him.

The song is in his bones now. As old as the earth and as cold as the ocean. As wild as the wind and as warm as the flame’s first kiss.

The magickal storm has broken and he dances in celebration.

The rhythm is ancient and primal, known to no one but those who chance upon it. Branches move and sway, leaves clatter in the wind. Mother nature adding her own chorus to this ritual of movement and sound. Still, he hums. The sound light and unbroken, a single string of song that only he can comprehend.

It moves through him.

The boy turns and turns. Spinning faster until he feel unsteady and begins to tilt on this axis untapped energy. He is free here- in this place of constant movement. Nothing can tether him down or touch him in this world of turns and tunes. He opens his arms wider to catch the passing wind as it both cools and chills his fevered flesh.

His legs give way and he falls. His back hitting the soft green grass with a ‘shush’ of air hissing and blades bending beneath him. His chest rises and falls and the midday sun gently sooths him. He can feel his heart throbbing- badump, badump, badump.

The wind is leaving now, not dead, merely moving onto the next dancer and the trees fall into silence all around. The storm has passed but the magick remains tense in the soundless air. All is silent aside from the steady ‘badump’ of his heart. A smile tugs the corners of his lips almost painfully and he sighs.

His breathing slower now he begins to hum again. The simplistic music of a simple child, strong enough to summon a storm, and sweet enough to banish all trace.


This isn’t the best thing I’ve ever written but it is by far the least planned and in a way I felt more free in my writing of this than anything else. On a side note: you may notice I spell magic with a K at the end. This is not an error but part of a belief of mine. The K is used to denote the difference between illusion, such as a magician pulling a rabbit out of his… let’s say is hat Wink or the elemental magick of mother nature. C is for illusion and CK is for the real stuff. Real enough to me as it is.