Thursday, June 30, 2016

Author Interview: Grace

Grace agreed to do this interview with me through NaNo! Let's give her a hand!

Q: When did you first start writing?
A: I started writing when I was about 8 years old. I made up stories and typed them on my mom's computer, printed them out, and gave them to family and friends. :)
R: Cool! I was about 6. I'd love to read some of those original works!
Q: What' your favorite character trait for a boy character?

A: I like a laid back, chill attitude.

R: Yeah, that's always cool. :)

Q: What is your favorite writing snack?

A: Ricecakes with peanut butter. Yum.

R: That sounds delicious!

Q: What is your current WIP?

A: My dystopian novel, Shadowland.

R: Ooh, dystopia. 

Q: Your current WCG?

A: 25,000

R: Woah! And mine's only 12,000!

Q: Do you ship any of your own characters?
A:*giggles* Oh yes!
R: *quietly wonders who* Me too!
Thanks again, Grace! This was a lot of fun!


FFWC.....Extended Again?

Okay, so, I still received no stories. You have until midnight tomorrow. Please, guys, send in stories. It will only take 5 minutes. I have some great prompts for the next- and last- challenge. 
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Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Hey Guys

So, none of you sent in stories for FFWC... so I am giving you one more day. Please send in stores. 😉

A Conversation with My Inner Author

I will be in bold and my Inner Author will be in Italics

Hey, IA.

Call me Isabella.

But last week, your name was IA.

Now I am Isabella!

Okay, I got it.

So, what's up?

Nothing, just wishing I was somewhere else.

Ha. Would you believe that I am actually on the Millennium Falcon right now?

Yes, actually.

I'm soooo cooler then you.

Yeah, Isabella. Now, what should I do about the state of the universe?

Blow it up.

What?! Are you crazy?!

Just channeling my evil genius.

Be serious, Is. Anywhoses, I want to write a Frozen 2 based off of a dream I had. Baby reindeers are better than people.

You can't do that. You have to finish Le Jaune Maison. That's French for The Yellow House.

I know, Is. But I really want to-

NO. What on Tatooine is wrong with you?

You mean what on Earth.

No, I don't.

Ughhhhhh. So, what do you have against princesses?


This is getting me-- I mean us-- nowhere.

Exactly. Hahahaha!

Hate you I do.

Thanks. No go write Saver.

I hate you.


Monday, June 27, 2016

A Story I Started and May Not Finish Ever

                Emerald walked the palace halls. She ignored the stench of death and destruction. I did this, her conscience whispered. She shushed it. The kingdom deserved to fall.
                Emerald sill couldn’t help but wonder- if she hadn’t gotten angry, if she hadn’t used her powers… would things have been different?
                She looked down at the ground, and swept her black cloak around her. It stirred up dust. A small tear fell from her eyes and hit the ground. The sound of it splashing seemed uncannily loud in the utter silence that enveloped her. She wiped her face coldly, then swept into her old bedchamber, her cloak billowing out behind her.
                She looked around at the faded grandeur. Her emotions started to bubble up, but she steeled herself. She couldn’t get upset or… things could be worse than they were already. All I feel is cold. Cold.
                So what if her fingertips were glowing a slight orange?
                So what if she still felt feverish if she thought too hard about the past?
                I was only ten… and I caused all this? her mind whispered, frightened.
                Emerald was twenty now, and she refused herself the slightest hint of emotion. She looked at a small silver dagger on the floor. Fyn…. she thought remorsefully. Could he have lived? Could this be what the note meant? Fyn could have left this here for me to find….Then she stiffened. I cannot feel; the consequences would be too rash. She shoved her hands into the pockets of her cloak. She pulled them out again with a shriek. She stared at the sparks shooting from them. I knew this was risky… but I chose to come anyway.
                She tried to shove away all memories of Fyn, but they came rushing back. He was my best friend… my only ally…

                Now every part of her body felt warm. 

Will you ever know the end? Probably not.... BWAHAHAHAHA!


Preparing to Move

I looked around our house. Well, what used to be our house. There were boxes piled up for the movers.

I closed my eyes. This is awful.

I hugged Uni close to me. She squawked angrily, so I put her down.

Naomi came in. "What's wrong, Molls?"

"It's just... I don't want to move." Even I know how pathetic that sounds.

"Gee, Molls, it's not that bad."

"I've lived in this house as long as I can remember!" I say. Naomi shakes her head.
"We'll be near the beach..." she begins, but I don't listen.

I march off to finish packing.

I was throwing the last few things in when Naomi came back.

"Molls... Your mom has news."


Sunday, June 26, 2016

Help Me, O Writers.

Other writers of NaNoLand! 

I need help.
So, I cannot find my original manuscript for Saver... and I do not want to. In fact, I believe I'd like to start over with it. 

Should I keep looking, or start over? 
I know that most people say finish what you start, but I'm not giving up exactly, am I? I'm just... starting over.

So, Wrimos of NaNoLand, please answer my desperate plea. 


Saturday, June 25, 2016

Adventures with Threepio

"Artoo, how did I get up here? Oh my word. Is that Master Yoda? Surely he knows where the Princess is. What do you mean I am only a POP!? What is a 'POP!'? You won't tell me? You bucket of bolts."

"Master Yoda! I thought for sure you had passed on!"

"Hmmm. Die not. Live or live not; there is no die."

"I am never entirely sure what you are saying," Threepio sighed.

"Princess Leia! It is you!"

Yoda sighed. "Leia it is not. Over-excited are you."

Threepio hung his head.

"Wise Master Yoda, who is this bearded man with the ugly lizard?"

Yoda snickered. "Behind you look."

"Oh my. I am doomed!"

"Out of my way, Artoo."

"Oh my. It is another creature!" Then Threepio fell.

"It seems I was made to suffer."

"Oof." Threepio moaned. Then he noticed the life-form behind him.

"Hi! I'm A-"

Threepio flipped out. "Asajj Ventress in a wig! I am doomed! Run for my life!"

"Do not run, Man of Gold. I am Spirit Sprite, your friendly neighborhood-"
"Assassin!" Threepio yelled. "Runnnnn!"

"I mustn't die, I mustn't!"

Then Threepio saw something in the distance.

"Hey! Over here! Hey!"


"May you help me back up to that shelf? Yes? Oh, thank the Maker!"

When he was back, Threepio tapped Artoo. "Artoo, does it sound like I'm talking to myself? It does?"

"Are you laughing at me?"


Lol, this was fun to make., :P I literally just did this this morning. Love Threepio, you must.

Friday, June 24, 2016

Camp Forms :)

I see a lotta tiny AG Craft Camps.... but... no sign-up forms! :(

Here ya go. Don't thank me.

Yes, they say Camp Doll Diaries. In keeping with tradition, I decided to put that there. Feel free to use or not use them. 


FFWC: Challenge 6

I got stories from:

Points: 22

I got stories from:

Points: 68


character bank:


For a whole ten extra points, include a quote by either Threepio, Harry Potter, or Aslan.



Thursday, June 23, 2016


So, I am really busy this week, so... deadlines for FFWC are...
stories due tomorrow.

Next year I should give you one prompt per week.

Did I say something? Ahem. Ignore me.


Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Fiona Nominated Me For...

What is your GOTY's name?
Cranberry Dawnson

How old is she?
12 turning 13

What are her hobbies?
Writing and Blogging

Where does she live?
Tennessee. Near the AG store

Does she have any siblings?
An annoying little sister, Marla. Aged about 9.

A girl named Beryl, who lives across the street.

An American Shorthair named Mugi.

What school does she go to?

Outfits in collection?
Meet Outfit: A gray tunic with black skinny jeans. Black Ballet flats. 
Co-op Outfit: Black jacket, blue top, cut-offs, and sandals.
Birthday Outfit: flouncy red dress with *heels*
Nothin' much, just the Marie-Grace face mold, hair as long as Kanani's but a lighter brown, more caramel, Grace's dark lips, and Lea's eyebrows.

Edit: I nominate... all of ya'll. Case closed. (Is it just me, or does all of ya'll sound redundant?)

This makes me smile:via

Monday, June 20, 2016

Summer Bucket List

          1. Learn how to do a handstand
2. Learn how to do a dive
3. Self-publish a novel     
4. Write a new novel         
                                                5. Watch Star Wars: A New Hope exactly 20 more times
6. Buy another doll            
7. Watch the Olympics       
8. Go on more sleepovers  
9. Complete ~Lost~           
10. Go on at least 1 hike     
                     11. Do the Cupid Shuffle exactly 7 times
         12. Attempt to watch Doctor Who
                          13. Read the entire book of Revelation twice
14. Learn how to paint         
15. Go to the beach              
16. Find seashells                  
17. Sew like crayzay             
18. Craft up a storm              
19. Try chocolate toothpaste 


FFWC: Challenge 5

Soooooooo there are only two challenges left! And yes, I have been a procrastinator. -___-

I got stories from:

Points: 27

I got stories from:
Points: 64





Please listen to the song "Hello from the Dark Side on youtube while writing this for 5 whole more points. :)


Star Wars ComLinks: Weapon of Choice

This has been hosted by: Jenmarie

So, I am supposed to choose a weapon. But I chose two.

In my star Wars imaginings, I have... a lightsaber and a blaster. XD 
The saber is optional. I don't usually use it.

I'd want a blaster like Han Solo's, but I'd want it to be green (my third fave color). A red strip down the side would be lovely, too. And possibly small.

My saber'd have to have a long handle, be elegantly curved, and simple...while being rugged-looking.

The kyber color would be a greenish-blue hue, very aqua.

I'm thinking the hilt would probably be silver with a grip made of leather. The entire saber would speak tones of rugged elegance.


To The Wonderful Ladies Who Sent Me Cabin Invites

Thanks a million! But I have declined some because I've joined a wonderful cabin. Of course, I don't object to joining if my current cabin doesn't work out. Anyways, I think that I'm definitely doing Camp Na No next year- both months! Lots of cabin opportunities! :)


Sunday, June 19, 2016

Kylo Ren-- A Poem of Terribleness.

really a Solo...
He doesn't know...
He's lame.

He won't gain great fame;
Darth Vader still holds first place.
You're flyin' solo.

Kylo, you're no fun.
You sucked the power from the sun.

There's something not quite right,
you cannot put up a fight!

You're whiny, annoying, lame.
You're angry, ugly, and vain.

may you die in the next movie.

Thank you for reading that.

Hey, send me cabin invites! My Camp NaNo name is Daisy M. Ferrell.


Thursday, June 16, 2016

Why I Write

If you're new to the blog, or even if you're an old-timer on here, I should tell you why I write.

I already explained it in poem form:

Why I Write

I write for myself, a little, it's true.
But part of it actually, is that I write it... for you.
I think of encouragement, laughter, and things.
When people say they like it, my mind starts to sing.
All the hours typing,
all the hours writing,
are worth it. 
They're worth it,
to me.
And if they're failures, from them I can learn.
Although, I may still like them.
When my fingers burn,
and my eyes grow weary, there's still another page to turn.
Athletes, they look forward to the Olympics
but every single day is the Write-o-lympics.
For every word is a challenge,
every page is a game,
every smile is a gold medal,
every kind comment is fame.
That's why I write.
I do it for me...
But the truth is, when I write, I do it kind of... for you.
Part of my thinks if I didn't, I'd die.
Part of me thinks without it, I'd cry.
But the truth is, I wouldn't be me without it.
It's like a part of me, there's no doubt about it.
So when I can't get to sleep at night,
when I pick up the pen and write,
through it all, remember,
it's not exactly a sacrifice...
it's like eating, like sleeping.
Does that explanation suffice?
I write for me, I write for you.

Yet here I am again, explaining it.

When I was 6 years old, my mom let me use and old filing cabinet and desk. My dad set it on the porch, and one rainy afternoon I sat down and wrote a book.
I called it "Lone Wolf". It was about an Alaskan Husky named Polo and her adventures. I wrote it on construction paper. I still have it, actually.

Well, even when I was small I loved stories.
I would tell stories to my family's pediatrician. She would always laugh and tell me to write a book someday.

As of this month, I am so close to being a published author. I'm so excited. I have dreamed of this since I was 6, remember?


Wednesday, June 15, 2016

FFWC Challenge 4

This was the only round I had to deduct points for grammar issues- and even then, they weren't worth very many points. You guys are good.

Okay, so, here we are:

I got stories from:

Points: 32


Points: 28

Because I usually forget things, if you posted your story but your name isn't up here, please notify me ASAP.



picture prompt:

This time, for extra points, please either include a baby faerie or teenage boy wearing a party hat.

Oh, and use prompts from a previous challenge. 


Tuesday, June 14, 2016



Now my editor (Yeah, Mom, you) has to read over it and mark the many things that are probably wrong...




cat dancing happy kawaii kitten
via giphy


Monday, June 13, 2016

FFWC Deadline Extension- Novel News

So, yeah, the deadline is gonna be tomorrow at midnight, not tonight. *grins at you*





Uh, I Pretend Like I'm an Artist- I Draw


Ahem. I am calm. Calm, composed. I feel the Force.

*bursts out laughing*

So, lately, I've been pretending to be an artist. Ok, I've been drawing.

I know that you guys that can actually draw are going to look at this and go, "what the pencil?" But I am resigned to my fate.

I think this lady is taking her young son outside.

I call this one, 'Firework'.


It's CK. As a warrior cat.

I don't know who this girl is, but I have 
drawn her like, a thousand times...

Mysterious girl...

A mom and a daughter, perhaps?

This is the young Queen of Hearts and her mother. 
The King of Hearts has recently been reported missing.

A giant? And some first graders?

A smuggler, perhaps?

Asokha? What are you doing here?

Grown-up Asokha? Random padawan? Huh?

Oh well. That wasn't too embarrassing.