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.

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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.