Oh Noes! And a Book and a Song, and Some Fluff...

Dearest Readers!
I might not be able to update for a while!
Let me explain. My father the Manager is going with my mom the Queen to Dallas, and my Uncle (Rich) Farmer is going with them.
For two weeks.
And they are depending on me to do my school, milk the cow, and take care of the house. That is a long time for me to be doing that.
As a result, I doubt I'll have much time to write or do anything.
Sorry.
Anyway, I have a book and a song for you!
The book is Divergent.
I loved it.
I devoured it.
But I would recommend it for those readers who are sixteen or older. There are just a couple parts that made for uncomfortable reading, nothing really big, but just...uncomfortable.
That aside, I liked it way better than the Hunger Games!
The song is called "I Don't Care" by Fall-Out Boy. This song is the only thing I've been listening to in my truck. It's got a great big band sound, and I love singing it, too. This is a link, just for you. 
The fluff? I got obsessed with Divergent. I took the quiz, and predictably, tied for Erudite and Dauntless.
Then I thought: what faction would the characters in my book choose? Here is what I came up with.
Dreyken: Dauntless
Aronis: Amity
Deverell: Abnegation
Crev: Erudite
Triss: Candor
Derain: Dauntless
Illusion: Candor
Jess: Dauntless
Balavan: Amity
Avanish: Erudite
Alright, readers, there are the choices of my main characters. I love you to the moon and back, everyone!

Constant Movement

Hey, what's up! 
Here, dearest readers, is something I wrote a couple months ago and then forgot about. 
By the way...the book, "The Last of Five" is going to be finished this month! Keep an eye out, I'll be publishing as soon as possible!

Growing, believing, belonging: gone. I am new now, having purged myself of these sometimes unimportant things. I am fire: I light the night, burn away the impurities of today, growing stronger the more I incorporate. I am earth: mighty and powerful, passive but not neutral, ready to shake you to the ground. I am water: engulfing, pounding, full of energy, always moving. But mostly, I am air: moving, pushing, rushing, whispering, moaning, dancing across the earth. Leaving both of our cares behind, I will take you away, to somewhere that I will be free to roam, not running up against walls or iron bars that sap my strength. Never again shall I subject myself to the will of others. I do not need them, do not need support, borrowed emotions, masks. I only need myself, although others can depend on me if they want. But still, it’s not that important. I’ll take them with me, stretching them out until they are tall enough to stand on their own, then leave them behind. It doesn’t bother me in the least. If it bothers you, don’t look away; just cover your ears. The music is what makes it scary. In complete silence, you will hear many things. Don’t take my word for it, though: just see for yourself. Hear everything, and grow still. Then, I will leave you, because all these things will pass, and I want to move on. Silence is life: movement is life. Never stop moving completely, or your body will turn back into energy, and you will be like me: swept away on the gust, the wave, the earthquake, the inferno that I cannot control, that are my passions, my emotions.  

What does the Fox say?

If you have read my book before I removed it from the website, then this is for you.
(And I would never actually put this part in my book.)

***

After a bit of searching, Derain found Crevan in Triss's room, sculpting a statue of a bird. Derain sat down across from him, then asked,
"So. They call you Crevan the Fox, right?" Crev looked up, his eyes sparkling.
"Yes, they do. What do they call you?" Ignoring his question, Derain asked,
"What noise does the fox make? I know wolves and bobcats and all those other animals have their own calls, but what does the fox use to communicate?" Crev stared at Derain, his eyes bright, a smile creeping onto his face. Finally, after a long pause, Crevan shook his head and went back to his sculpting.
"It barks." Derain felt disappointed.
"Aronis said you would have a very interesting answer to that question." Crevan smiled again.
"Well, it looks like he was wrong, doesn't it?"

***

Dear readers. I found this. And I couldn't resist. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jofNR_WkoCE

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(Also, have you seen the Fishbowl? It's => thataway. Click to feed them!)

Last of Five

Dear, dear readers.
Oh, no.
If you have been attentively watching what's been happening, you will have noticed that the book Last of Five is no longer available here! Oh no!
As it turns out, I have been writing. (No, really?) I have been writing and revising and changing that book so much, I decided that it was too much trouble to post it here. Unfortunately, I believe that you will only be able to read it when it is published, and it will take a long time for that to happen. I haven't even submitted anything to a publisher. Oh dear. BUT I have joined...National Novel Writing Month! Yay!
NaNoWriMo is in November, and you are supposed to write 50,000 words or more to win. I have no idea what will be won, but I am confidently expecting to win it.
Hopefully, you will understand the necessity of me removing the book: it would be too easy for someone to take it and change it and make it their own and publish it. However, this does remind me of a saying a wise person once told me: if you like something on the Internet, download and save it.
Farewell, readers.
Live fully and prosper.
Or whatever that saying is.