The opening page.

Two young kids are standing in a doorway daring each other to enter the room. Finally the youngest, the girl, takes the step in the door, casting a discussed look at the boy. “I thought the whole point of coming here now was so you could do this with out the eyes on you. Just what are you waiting for?”

The oldest shook his head. “I know, it is just now that we are here. I can’t. You go.”

She shook her head and walked on towards the only item in the room. An old tall chair, carved all over with images of dragons and vines and sat down on it. “See nothing” Her voice trailed off as a light filled the room. She went pale and looked at the boy, who had entered the room. “No it can’t be. It must be sensing you. After all dad said.”

He looked at her. “Dad was wrong. Now I am sure of it. It is not me they sang for but you, Sis.”

She shook her head. “No it can’t. He won’t. No.”

The boy knelt before the throne, for that was what the chair was. He looked at his sisters and said. “Your Majesty. It is my honor to be the first to offer you my pledge.” She shook her head not believing. “I will keep it secret. None will hear from my lips. But my hands and my swords are yours to command. You call I will come.”

She shook her head. “What kind of joke is this? Get” She stop and gasp  in pain and tried to move her arm but it was held tight for a bit.

Her brother looked at her alarmed. “What? Is something wrong?” He went to get up but in doing so put his hand on a raised stone and the at a gasp of his own. “What the devil? The floor shouldn’t be hot?” He managed to jerk his hand back at the same time she was able to get hers free. She looked at her wrist and her eyes went wide. “What is it?”

She held her hand out to him. There was an scar the shape of a dragon in flight on her wrist. “What is yours?” Her voice was trembling slightly. He turned his arm over to reveal a scar of a dragon with its wings folded. She shook her head. “No I can’t do this. I can’t!”

He said. “Not now and no one needs know. But the day will come when you are ready. On that day I will be here for you, you will not be alone.”

thoughts

Winter is close. Time to curl up under the blankets and read. Wail sipping hot coco and waiting for the snow to fall. (Mustn’t forget the hot drink.) Surprising how fast the time goes buy, and yet how slow. Soon ghosts and goblins will be running the road and nanoers around the glob will be waiting for midnight so they can set that first word on the page. Me, I tend to be up that late but tend to wait to writ tell after I have been to bed. But who knows I might start at midnight this year. Wonder who will hit 10k on the first day this year? Don’t worry about the ones with 50k on day one. Most of them never look at it again. 90% of the them are the ones that have to show you can just copy one word over and over, They don’t understand that all they are doing is cheating there selfs. It is sad, but can’t be helped. There are a few each year. They just do not understand what it is about. I feel sorry for them, what a sad place they be must be at.

Well, in case you didn’t get it. November is coming closer and that means Nanowrimo. Things are starting to fall into place. Names are coming to me, I am getting some more scenes playing in my head. But the setting still remains vague. And it still requires the over done princess in hiding. Though I have moved it away from the magical sword King Autherish image it had going. So that is a bit better.

It is still looking to be a tad to bloody though. Opening in fight and cycling though others, then settling down to talk in middle. Not what I am used to writing, and I am sure the fights will be more laughable than anything else. Still only the very opening will be put here. As it will be the only part that I will be putting here. I think that the fighting should be up to parents. So the first chapter will go only in my story blog. That is why it has a content warning on it,  so that I had a place to put the items that I thought need it. Another thing I like about lj. It lets you set the rating on each post. But I guess having two blogs works as well.

Sill I am not sure how this will play out. I fear it will come out to overdone to be readable. I love how it is happing in my head, but not so sure about how it will look on paper. More so as in my head I jumped to the middle and the big preparations, which I can’t do when writing. Oh well time will tell. Every word adds to experience.

The trick will be shutting this story down and moving to a new one as I writing this. It doesn’t work to well to be writing more then place in the story. But then that sounds odd. I do wonder if any understand that? Do others write in there heads all the time, or is it just anther of my oddities? Who knows, and dose it matter? After all it the difference that make us what we are.

here

Well so much for daily. Don't you wonder how i mange during Nano? Writing a story is a lot easyer, once started, as the chars take ove and I do not have to fugguire out what to say.
But that is enough of that. like, unless you write stories, you find it hard to believe. Have no idea what I mean. Possible even if you do, for all are not the same. Some are able to control the story. but that is not me. I can only go along for the ride and hope it all works out.

So what have I been up to?

The same old. Oh I have read The Hunger Games it was a good read, went to fast though. I can't wait to get my hands on the second book. I hope it is as good, that the chars stay so real. There could have been more detail, and there are things I wish to see but like wont. But that is the case with any book. Where it goes it great but you wish you could know more about X even thought X was not important for the story. Or I should say I do, for after all I have no way of knowing how it is for others. I can not see inside them.
Nothing much to say. but felt the need to say it anyway.
Oh by the way you can post blank pages by hit enter at the wrong time. :) Don't know why you would want to, but interesting none the less.
night and good dreams
Imaginary Reader 

Witing, ideas. fights (with books, that is. )

Ug. I hate this time of year and I love it. It is time of year when I must come up with an idea that will carry me though November. Not that it will come out as planned. But It is nice to have an idea of what I am going to right. Some shape to fill. But finding an idea that will last a whole month is hard.

There are plenty of stories out there, don’t get me wrong. Come up with a story is easy. But find one that is good enough to write, that won’t peater out in a week or two. That is the hard part.

Well that and finding the title. But I managed to find a working title. But now to find a story that fits it. Backwards I know, but there you have it. Of course it is a working title. Such change as the story doses. (Reminds I need to get a better title on Echoes. The title is more for an end of world story than a reunion story. If that is the right word.) Still though the story idea is usually before the title.

I do have an idea that I have been toying with. But I just don’t know that it will work. For one thing only one characters has a name!  And that is the MC Elder brother, the oldest of the two that will play a role. And he doesn’t even come in for the first three, I think, chapters. His name is, of course, John. There is all ways a John running around for some reason.  Usually a Matt as well, but if there is a Matt here he has not spoke up yet.

Problem 2 it is anther sword welding female for the main. Ok So the last book she was not wielding a sword, just packing a lot of power. But still. It gets old. And on top of it it is a magic sword. And yes she is a mage and a princess. Those are things she dose her best to forget. But of course the story happens when she is forced to remember,.

And Like I said she has no name! That is a bit of a problem. Aside from the one charter only the Mec company she is with at the start has a name. The Dragons. The countries don’t have a name. Nothing.

I can tell you the bad guys don’t like to die. And were a simple on there necks. That might involve a serpent, or a vine. The only way to kill them is to remove their heads. Not an easy thing to do. Oh and MC, no name, thinks it a good idea to burn the bodies after wards. But who knows why.

 It is a mess!!!!!!!!!!!

But it is all I have. So some how I have got to get them to tell me some names.

Yes I know I am the write. But it will be better if they like the names. Believe me. They tend to revolt if they don’t like their names. Then they stop talking and the story dies. I know it sounds wrong. But it is the way it works.

As crazy as it sounds it is the chars that run the story. Not the writer. No matter what you think going in. It all goes out the window once the words hit the page. Oh the writer can guide it, and coral it a bit. But there are all ways things that you did not see until the hit the page.

This is a good thing. It means the story is alive. And it is alive stories that make good reading. Yes some of the things are unsay and will need to be cut. But others might be just the thing to fill in a plot hole. Or be better than you had planed. Let them come. Let the story go as it will.

The point to a first draft is to get the words down. Editing is for latter. If you get hung up on the editing as you write the story will die. Yes that are might need more detail, and that one less. But make a note and move on. Get the words down then fill in the gabs and remove the excess.  Do that and you will get someplace. It seems wrong, it sounds insane. But it works.

But above all what you must do is try. That’s all just try. Yes there will be a lot of false starts. A lot of dead ends and holes in the road. But If you want to wind you can’t stop. For once you have stopped it is next to imposable to start again.

Trust me.

And with that I end this.

good night and good dreams
Imaginary Reader. 

A rabmbel that ends up asking what truth is.

Am liking the new lay out. At last I can find underline. Ofocorse I am not talking about books just now, but still glad it is there.

Could talk about books, am liking it but. don't want to. in fact I was just going to past this and get to work, but got distracted again. going to be a long night at this rate.  

Ok so fist off Let me just say that I can’t believe it is October all ready. It sure doesn’t fell like it. But it is. So best get ready.

Now then I need to decide what to write about. I have things I should say, things I shouldn’t and things that are best said elsewhere. So what to say?

That is a load questing isn’t it . all most as loaded as ‘to be or not to be’ Both can mean so many things depending on when they are said, or thought. But then that is so of a lot of things. Context, surroundings, believes. All of these things play a role in our understanding of each other. We make judgments each day biased on these things.

Believe. That is a powerful thing. It has been the root of all wars. Each side believing it was right. And the winner declares what right is. The loser’s ideas are condemned to the history books, and his thinking gets shaded by the victor’s view of it.  That is what history is. That is how the world is formed. Might makes right.

But should it? Who knows. It is clear that there was a lot of bad things, ideas, that were stopped. Things that were best. But is that the case in all events. Who can say? What I know is we are where we are.

But that is going no where. The thing is I don’t want to say what I was going to. So I am righting a bunch of non-since. And should like just not post. But that did not happen as the post is here. But I need to stop the non-since.

What is True? How do we judge?

Well we know in about things in our life. Like where or not we ate a cookie before supper. Those kinds of things are easy to see what is truth and what is lie.  But when it moves to things beyond us it is all just a matter of guess work. We have to take the world of people who went before. Trust what they say. But remember that peoples perceptions are colored by the world they live in. There writings and believes will color the accounts, as well those of the ones that hand them on. Each generation changes a story a bit, changes the truth. According to it view of the world. And its beliefs. So How do we know what is true?

Answer is we can’t know, we can only believe. But the world is a big place and there are a lot of belief systems in it.  Each with its own way of looking. So what is right?

 Why can’t there be more than one way? Do we all have to follow the same path to be right?

I can not see why. After all we are all different. And there it is. I have said it now I can go on. Oh you don’t see it yet. Just give it time. Think about it. I just said that I believe there is no one way. Each person should be able to pick his are her way. What is right for me might not be right for u. And I think I will just leave it at that. I have been writing and erasing and writing for to long. I just can’t find the right words tonight.



good night and good dreams
imaginary reader. 

1667

1667. That is the key. No nothing to do with year, though there must have been something going on that year. As there are things going on every year. Perhaps I will remember to look it up, perhaps not.
Like I said this has not to do with that.
“So what is the 1667 for?”
Yes back to topic. 1667 is the number of words I must write a day in November. Well technically it is 1666.666666, but 1667 is better and works. You need a few extra because no two word counts work just the same. So as I have to right them then I though it best to get started now. As I have a different set up and need to get used to it. And see that I can get my words done and feed my troops still. They, the folks in my game, need to get used to seeing less of me. It is going to be interesting for all to see how this plays out.
But I can’t not write. It just is not possible to go though a November and not right. It has gotten under my skin. I am not sure just what I will write but I know I will write. There are to may ideas bouncing around, and what makes it to the page may be nothing like any thing in my head.
“Wait why are must you write a set number of words in November? And for that matter why am I here? That is why are you talking to your self like this?”
Ok one at a time. First I am doing it like that for two reasons. One it helps me go where I need to. Keeps me from moving all over. (and has the added bonus of reminding me of my phil. papers, :) Asking questions and answering them is a nice way to keep things moving where you want the to. It alls is a good way to have arguments in a page, as I might show anther time.
Second it helps with word count. Not that I do a lot of padding, that is writing things that you know will disappear during editing, but some happens. There are days where every word is a struggle and so some non-since happens. Or those times when your fingers somehow kill the wrong person and you need to turn it in to a dream. You see the one thing you should not worry about is deleting things, that is January is for. The key thing for November is just getting the words on the page. A thing that is not all ways as easy as it sounds. Trust me.
If there is something you just cant stand change it to white and move on. When you go back tio edit you might feel different, or it might be the thing to spark anther idea. Even if in and of it self it is useless. Well that is what you should do, but it is not all ways something I can do I can’t help but edit a bit as I write. But will not remove big chunks, just small. It is all about compromises.
But then I have not told you why I am doing this in the first place yet, have I? Well if you have stumbled upon these ramblings of mine, or my facebook page, you might just know all ready. But for those ho don’t it is for NaNoWriMo. There you go.
“Wait! Just what is that Wrima thing?”
Na No Wri Mo. National Novel Writing Month. It is a contest. No that is not right, as that implies judging. And there is no judging. Um Lets go with challenge, a self challenge. Yes that is better. So it is a challenge to write 500000 words in a month. It says novle, but no one is reading what you write unless you show it to them. There are those that will right non-fiction, those that write plays, or other things.
And there are this few sad souls that feel it necessary to cheat there selves and just write copy one word overt and over, or even to just cut text from other places and put it in the word counter. Some of them to show how pointless it is, how silly we all are. Others because they can. There will always be some like that. But they are only hurting there selves. There is no curve here as they might be on a test.
“So what do you get out of it?”
The joy have having done it. Seeing the word count bar turning from gray to green to purple, and certificate. But the key is the know you can, that wonder at having written all those words. Then there has been a self publishing company that offers the winners, that is everyone who made it to 50000 words a free copy of there book. But the key thing you get is the joy. The knowledge that you did it, that you can do it.
“I you don’t edit why would you want a copy?”
You coupon is good for six mounts so you have time to finish up and do some editing. And there is something so amazing about getting you book and seeing all those words you have writing and knowing you made it. That it was all you. The power of your mind. But you don’t have to use it for your nano book,. It can be used for anything. And no it doesn’t matter if what you use it on is over 500000 words. Heck all of my nano novels have went over, and the ones I got copies of got longer after November. The company doesn’t care.
“So if you get it dose that mean it is for sale?”
They do give you the option to sell your book though them, but nothing forces you to do so. Don’t go into this thinking you will make money. You won’t. even if you write something that gets published your not going to make a lot of money. An writers share of the cost of a book amounts to a few cents. It is not much, most of your favorites will have a second job, or are putting out a lot of books each year just to pay the bills. There are exceptions, of course, but don’t count on being able to live off of writing. No I have been published, and likely wont be. But I have looked into how it works. Go to look at some writers blogs, chances are they will have at lest one post about how they get paid. Some will have posts answering question about getting published as well. (If you can’t find anything on yours let me know and I can give you links to mine. Visiting there pages is all so a good way to keep up on what they are working on, and when the next book will be out. Some share snippets)
As for Nano, visit Nanowrimo.org yes that is .org, not .com. they are a certified non-profit. There is no charge, but they do ask for donations, both for site expenses and there classroom work. There is a separate sight for young writes, with a different set up for word goals. Sorry not a site I have looked at, but you can check it out for details.
The big thing for me is that there are others doing it to. Folks who understand that you don’t always know where a stories is going. That characters can and do have minds of there own. Even if they do come from your head. It is being able to talk to folks who are going though the same thing as you.
Well I don’t have more to say so will just call it a night. But look for there to be a few more post here for then next little bit.

Night and good dreams,
Imaginary readers.

oh and feel fer to ask anything. might just give me something to write about :) take care and have fun.

New story idea.

Yap I know I have anther blog for this but I am bored, no not bored just . . . . . . energized. yes that is better. So I thought to post it here as well. it has no names and nither do the players. realy all it has is an opening. so not much but here it is any anyways. Just case I wanted to
"She stopped her mount and looked down at the valley and shook her head. She had never expected to be here again. Yet she was and it all looked the same. From here you could not tell that five years had past. But they had and it was not the same sacred and troubled child on this hill now as had been there before. She heard anther horse pull up next to hers. With out turning her she said. "I do not know if I am more afraid that they will know me, or that they won't. When I left here all those years ago, I never ment to come back. Certainly not like this, as part of a hired army."

So there you go. its not much but I felt like shareing. odd, but that is me tonight.

I'm melting

Ok so I'm not, but summer is arriving by leaps and bounds. That means hot weather and short tempers. (temps short as I find folks tend to tier faster in heat.) Fans a going and water disappearing. But the heat is good. it helps us welcome winters cold, as winters cold helps us welcome summers heat. but enough of that.
now then Demon now has a crime partner so I need to find a way to deal with 2 kittens. such fun and such pain. My poor legs.
reading anther good book, when I find time to and don’t have a cat trying to eat it. :) King aurther story that starts with atlantes. Merlen should be sowing soon, Aurthur won't tell the next book in that set that is. Not the next i read, as that has noting to do with him. Either a teen book on how to get rid of a parking fairy, or a book about seeing the other world is next. Not sure witch will win. So many books and so little time. There are so many that I can never read them all. So sad. Sure I am missing some good ones but am reading some good ones. So it is all good.

Ok just a bit more. You know that nonawrimo thing? Well there is company that gives the wins a free copy of there book, in book form. I all ways seem to run out of time and never get the editing done, but send it in any ways. So nice to see it. Well this last one ended up being a whopping 580 pags. Of course there is things that don’t need to be, but there are things that should be and aren’t. such is the way of rough drafts.

Ok done. Do pardon my bragging.

Night and good dream

imaginary reader.

wow a post.

Thats right A post. After more than a month without even a look. no you are not seeing things. this is a post.
Why? Well I found the end to by book, got my computer back, and demon is doing better. So I am posting.
Who is Demon?
A withe kitten that we have for some reason. not that we have ever been able to keep a white cat alive, but this one might just be mean enough to make it. :)
Demon?
Yes. it was running all over so I said it was moving like a little demon. And as we got to know it Demon fit. She knows her name as well as any other cat.
Why are you writing like this? Talking to your self is not a good idea.
Why nit? it is fun. Besides this is the second time writing this and I am trying to remember what I said the fist time. before I lost internet. Man but dial up is a pain. If you want slow and bother some. you've got it.
Life is good. Summer is here and the roses are blooming a bit, budded at lest. no more snow for a few months and by then I will want it.
Wasn't there something eles?
There was but I can't remember it so it must not matter.
Oh and by my book coming to an end I mean I have something that might be something after a lot of work. there are details to add and unneeded events to be removed.
Will that ever be done?
Who knows? It might, but this is the second that i thought might be worth it and nothing has been done with the first yet. though this story is a bit more inviting. I want to know what happens. how they handle there different lives. but there are so many stories that I just don't know. most just live in my head but a few seem to stay longer and might make it out.

Well goodnight imaginary reader.

Luck be with you.
Blp

Fortune Cookie spoke true.

No it didn't bother to say that I can't spell. That would be to mundane to warent this late night post. After all there are a lot of barb camps to be hit. When your troops has your food down to -1mil an hour it takes a lot of barbing to keep ahead of them. And I missed my morning session so was under a days food, and feel better when i have two days lee way.
And no it did not say I am way to attached to a silly computer game. after all it is just a bunch of 1 and 0. Again that would be to mundane to warnt this post. after all this is eat my barb time. Yes it might just be 1 and 0 but it is fun. even when my city gets sacked for no reason. (Yes it is a war came but we were not in a war just then so there was no reason for him to hit me 14 times. 1 or 2, but not 14.) Yes I know I am silly, but silly is fun.
Where was I? Oh yes the fortune cookie!
What It said was READ TO LIVE! Dose it get any better than that? I mean I have been a book worm since I was in the fourth grade, or was it the third? Years beyond count anyway. For that long books have spoken to my soal. Taken me places I would have no hope of going with out them. be it an untouched forest, a plague ridden city, the building of a cathedral that was completed long ago, or a battle in some war that never was, or that has long been added to history books. They have taken me to place so old that they live only in stories and fragments. Books let you see what might have been, what could be, and what was. With out books we would know so little of the world, and it if us. What a sad place the wold would be with out stories to show us the worlds that are beyond our powers to see.
Yes I know there is life outside of books to. Life I to often underrate, devalue. For it is from that life that the books come. Well in part. Books whether true or false are drawn from a mix of the stories and history all ready out there and the world that is lived in when they are written.
I know scolory books are supposed to be above influence. The whole pure history movement and all that. Sorry but it just is not possible. the person who writs, wrote, will write, them lives in a society that has certain ways of looking at the world. certain thing it views as right and certain things it views as wrong. Things that change over time, sometimes dramatically from one generation to next, sometimes slowly. But change they do. And as a part of that society, having been raised and educability in it shades how you see the wold. it can't be helped. It is there, often you are not even aware of it. but it IS there. and that shade will affect what you do. The way you tell the story. The way you look for truth, and in some ways the truth you find. had make no mistake you are telling a story, even if you are describing the way a cell reacts to a drug, you are telling a story. Even if you are solve a math problem, or coming up with a new answer for a physic. You are telling a story. And that will be shaded by what you all ready know, by what you have been taught. As for history. Well the winners right the books but there are two sides in every fight.
Oh I know there are those who have broken the laws of soiscity to tell a truth, and have paid for it. But they saw it inspite of the shade and no doubt the shade colerd how it was presented.
but that is more than enough of my pompous and silly ideas. For some reason Palto is ruining though my head with his "No man is wiser than he who knows he knows nothing"or something like that. but that is a even more selfish thing then my earlier writings, So I don't know where it came from, and should delete it. But that would not fit the spirit. So it will remain.
Talk about topic drift! this post has it in buckets. Sorry for that, but what can i say?
I had no idea where this was going to end up. I just meant to say that i was being told i was not reading enough lately, but went everywhere but there. Oh well. I will blame the time. (Oh and I am back to 36mil of food in my silly game. don't think I will hit much more before bed.)

Good night and good dreams imaginary reader.
May you have found something to think about somewhere in that jumble.

nothing but a post.

Well I am recovering from yesterdays trip to town. It was dun and I did find a few books but next year I am going to wait tell the seconded day to go. there were just to many people to be able to look. was there an hour and know I missed a lot because it was just imposable to really look. Live and learn. now i know it is not worth it. Still draind from all the shoping. we were gone all day and still forgot something i am sure. but it is nice to sepend a day away now and then even if it is tireing.

????

I recently finished anther book, "The Dragon Book". This is a book of short stories. All have a dragon in them but not all dragons are what you would expect. It is surprising all the forms dragons can take. I am used to shape shifters, but this book was my first encounter with ice dragons. That is ones that breath ice. I had encountered dragons that lived in ice but not that breathed. There were tails of the past, of now and of other lands. There were dragons that were evil, that were good and some that just were. There is a tale of an author being hunted by an abandoned story. One that worry of what has been forgot. Dragons that were mountains, dragons that lived in the water. dragons that were loved and ones the were hated. Such images. It is surprising the place the mind can go.
I had been planing to go to anther book of short stories but this book made me want more shape shifting dragons. So I changed my plans a bit. funny how that works. Nice to have choices. As difficult as they can be at times. Well I truly don't know what to say so this will just be a short post.
Soon things will be green. that will be good.

good night and good dreams,
imaginary readers.

A ramble about ideas.

I had something I was going to say, but one thing and anther and it never got written. And so got turned to dust with the rest that never make it out of me head. So many ideas laying in wait of there resurrection. One can only hope that they come back stronger the next time and get writing down. I wonder just where ideas come from? How the get into the heads of those that share the? Be they inventions, stories or discoveries, it all has to start someplace. There are some that think they have an easy answer to this question, but do they? Is the answer an answer at all.
There are two answers that I can think of just now. But I find each a bit lacking, but then perhaps that is how it should be. After all it is not for us to have all the answers is it?
Oh what are the answers you ask? (that would be the voice in my head of course.)
Well the first is that the ideas come from without. that is divine inspiration or guidance. Now this is what fells right to me. but there are still questions that I can not answer. Like how they get from the source to me? Or why not all make it into life? Why they fail? Some of this could be answered by the fact that it is human error. That is we lack the tools to use the idea right, that we are to week. We need to grow more before we can use the idea right. that can be supported by history. If you look you can see times where a new idea has been put forth and dismissed only to be adopted latter. (Now if this was for something other than a ramble I would need a example here. Say some stuff on Galileo, the movement of the planets guy. You know how he knew the earth was not the center but his pers were not ready to here him. but as it is a ramble I am not going to bother.) That brings up more questions. Why was the Idea offered before the people was ready? Why weren't they just made ready? Witch can then lead us to the whole free will vs pre-destination argument. And I am not going there today. So lets just say there are questions to which I have no satisfactory answers. Which goes with out saying I have yet to see one I can not find questions with. But such is life. We need questions so we will seek answers and learn more.
Which brings us to the second answer. That it is human intelligence and curiosity. (there was anther wording but I am to lazy to go hunt a dictionary just now.) Then the question is where do those things come from? Well they come from the fact that man looked at the world around him and felt compelled to make since of it. So began to do so by looking for answers. I imagine that it started with things like why it rained, why this plant grew there and not there. then it went to why they were and why the world was. From there we get the various myths of how the world came to be. (Now a bit a definition here. By myth I do not mean something that is necessary false. I mean something that cannot be proven true or false. So all creation thoughts, including evolution are included in this.) As time went on and more was learn this explanation grew more complex as the questions grew in scope. So that makes since. But why were the questions asked? Why could things not just be accepted? And why can a leaf lead to a story about hidden messages, or a odd shadow to a ghost story? Where dose creativity fit? My response would be from the Divine. but that just gets us back to the first answer. So that is not what I want here.
Back up then. Where does it come from? From man his self. That is what the answer said after all. But why is it there? Because that is how man is. (this is hard to right avoiding made or created. But that is because it is how I am. lol) How did man become that way? Because he is. Sorry but that dose not work. The answer can't be the question for that is no answer. but It is what we are left with. I just cant seem to get past the fact that there must have been something to start it. Yet why did it have to? Why this insistence that everything has a start and an end?

Well I should stop but I fear that there will be more in this vain to come. After all I feel the need to explain why I stuck to using the Divine rather then the more tradition God. and that will lead me back to the original idea. that all tradions share. but that is for latter as I should be getting out of here.

So with that I will say.

GOOD NIGHT AND GOOD DREAMS.
IMAGINARY READER.
I tried it with out the imaginary and it just did not fell right. Yes I know you are real, but some things are just a habit. Nothing is ment by it, it is just how I like to close. Silly as it is since I know you read this. And like last time go get something for that head ach. I think it has been far to long since I have had to right a phil. paper. The ideas are attacking me.

books. longish, and confusing.

Well got that book done, but it took some time. I am glad I read it, but well it will take some time. It was so hard to get into. It was hard to relate to characters who took it for granted that others could and did own a part of them. Let me explain a bit more. The main in this book is a man who had himself frozen sometime around now. it dose not give a date. But it feels like it would be around now. Anyway he is a billionaire type and depend a bundle developing then hiding a self powering cryogenic unit. Then bought a played out mine and used it as his death/ freeze site. Years latter he is found and woken up. Soisity has suffered what sounds like a complete economic collapse brought about by V. R. and a few wars, some involving small nukes. And recovered from it in a odd way. People are broking in to stocks at birth, so many thousands of shares, I don't remember how many. Anyway right away the government gets 5% of them. It can not, by law, take more or less. Parents get 20% then the rest gets sold to pay for education and stuff, unless you are wealthy. Up to a certain %, which at the time of the book is at 25%. If you do not have 70% you are pretty much controlled by your share holders. though the more you own of you them more say you have.
In many cases that was a majority of them. The large number of there sosity spent most of there life just trying to get a marjorty in them selves and even if they got it there was no garinty that they would not lose it. They could be forced to sell it for economic reasons, or sued for it in courts. And they just accepted it, by in large. They thought it was the right way to do things that there civilization was better than any that had come before. Now given there was no homeless, and it looks like everyone had good medcale care. So it that way it was better. But to acepect being owned! It was a strange book. I am sure there is more to it than what I got from it. It is just that type of book.
After that I had a nice light read though a different time tripping book, Found. Hard to explain with out given some away. Some guys from the furtcher take kids from the past to there time to be adopted, turning them, the kids, into baby as they go back. One of there shipments gets lost in our time and can not be found for thirteen years. So those babys grow up knowing nothing tell one day things start coming out. It was defiantly writing for younger kids, and not as good as some of the writers other books. But I will be reading the next once it hits pb.
Up next is Gone., A book in which all adults vanish. It sounds like it will be good, and it is a new to me write. Anther plus. but I also get a kick out of the names. they are each first books of a set. Not that that matters.
Well I have blathered on long enough to have driven anyone insane. Not that it borths me. What was I. Oh thats right. Back to the point. Man I really should edit this more. There I go again.
It is decidedly time I say
Good Night and Good Dreams,

Oh Imagainray reader.
Now go take something for that headache. you need something if you read all this.

books and such randomness.

Updated the other site so thought I should this one as I had been neglecting it as well. Not that there is anything to say, but then that is what makes it fun. Random thoughts being easier to write. Not easier to read perhaps. But so what?
I have to say it is good that there is a spell check or it would be even hard to read. as I said in a comment I can not spell to save me. Then anther guy just had to point out the things I and spell check did not catch. Oh well that just proved my point. lol (should looking into copying smiles some day.) sorry. now back to what I was saying.
What was it? Oh yes.
Well Stirling proved to be as good as I hoped. Rudie is making his way east. they have managed by the end to get to Iowa where the part once again gets split. I like that as technology fails magic is becoming more real. Though I was shocked a bit when the virgin Mary appeared to the priest. The pagan gods and goddess I could understand. After they only appeared at the ceremonies, where proper rites had been made. Or aspect on the battle filled where called, though that is more position then a true vision. And a lot would in other places be called battle fever. Though to quote a char from the book. "Just because you can explain it does not mean it is not magic."
In fairness the priest had been fasting for three days, or so we are told, then hikes up a snow covered mountain to pray. So I guess that ceremony was done there to. It is just more surprising as it is a fermiler tradition. And that we had not seen it getting so personal before. but then with the mains being Wiccan, the other is not seen as much. Anyway I am impatiently waiting for the next to hit pb.So I can see how they get out of jam and meet back up this time. I think it is one of the six or so that will come out in May. So many books and no time.
The one now started looks to be good but it is taking time to get going. likely do to the fact that I keep doing other things. It is takes some adjusting to accept that people take it for granted that others can and do own shares of them. That others can control them by have a Moriarty of there stock. Strange, but then most books I read are. Some just further out there than others. the thing is you are just plunged in with no explanation. but that is how it should be as there is no one in the story yet who needs an explanation so such would be out of place.
ok well that was that. likely I will never think to say more about the book.
well I am running out of time, as the kids will be wanting this computer in a bit and there are other things half done. Oh theses games, how they eat time, but how fun it is to see a city and army take shape as you create.
Oh right I should say something about witting. Well I am not writing every day, but on days when I do I come out around 600 a day so I think it will work out ok. only I need to do more if I am going to get any editing, beyond basic spelling, done by May. Witch I kind of am hoping to.
Ok that said.
GOOD NIGHT IMAGINARY, and not so imaginary, READER. hope you survived should you have tried to read this.