I'm back home for a bit before my last weekend away, and I've spent today wandering around the house staring blankly at things. It's only when I'm back for a few days that I start to decompress and behave normally, so it looks like I'll have to wait a while for that to happen...
My few days in Ireland were awesome, as usual. I signed in Dublin, Kildare, Kilkenny, Drogheda and Cork. The Cork signing was probably the longest, because I haven't been there in a while, but everywhere there were enthusiastic readers laden down with books. Some truly bizarre and cool people.
Then I had a few days off before my event at the Mountains to the Sea festival, where I chatted on stage with Dave from Eason bookshops about movies that have influenced the series, and we even got to show clips.
Dave showed bits from Starship Troopers (awesome!) and A Nightmare Before Christmas (amazing!) and It's a Wonderful Life (uhm... what?)
I showed a few trailers for a few things, but I don't think I'll tell you what they were... In fact, it might make an interesting blog post, discussing these movies and showing clips... Oh goody, I've worked out what I'm going to be talking about next time!
I headed over to the UK on Friday- just in time to experience the heat- where I signed in Southampton, Bournemouth, Dulwich and Bluewater in London. Last year, I was signing in Bluewater for four hours. I figured there was no way I'd be signing for any more than that this time. Five hours later, I had changed my tune. From people coming in costume- I'm thinking of a skeleton morph suit in particular here-
to people who had made their own Skulduggery T-shirts (and a certain tall blonde with the most awesome T-shirt ever, festooned as it was with lines from the books)-
there was no chance of my smile ever dipping. It's the sheer enthusiasm and energy of the people who turn up to get their books signed that energises me every single time.
And the hugs...
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*Steps back then tackle hugs Kes to the ground*
*dodges tackle hug*
*throws Death in volcano*
Have YOU heard of NaNoWriMo?
No, and this volcano is kinda cold...
That is incorrect. It is HOT.
*Swims to the side of the volcano*
No... It is cold, feel it!
Kes, do you work for a Sanctuary?
I'm not touching it. You'll probably pull me in.
NaNoWriMo stands for National NOvel Writing MOnth
What do you think?
Kestrel LeStarre lives in the world of Frelpasd, where the entire world with it's small population of 10 million, are unified under one government. The government is a system of hierarchy where the word of the King or Queen is law, and Lords and Ladies of varying degrees of power are constantly redrawing the lines that mark their location of control. These Lords and Ladies are determined by an annual fencing event, called the AnnualCrown. In this event, the winner gains Lord or Ladyship at the expense of one of the current Lords or Ladies. The Lords and Ladies, in their turn have a fencing event every DECADE to determine the new King or Queen.
Kestrel is one of the 99.9% of the population who have little to no power. Her famy is extremely poor, and she was born with an innate fencing talent. She has entered in the AnnualCrown at the age of 14 and sure of her victory. 2 problems though. The cruel Lord of her area, Danom Delarke, is renowned for his fencing ability. And, of course, there is the Rule that states that if a peasant DOES win the AnnualCroen and rise to Lordship, their family remains in whatever social class they were formally. Kes, with her parents and three siblings, will have a hard time surviving, and if they do, there's no guarantee they'll be happy.
I do. I am Grande Mage of the Floridian AS.
I have to go now. Adios!
Vale!
Aloha!
Shalom!
Oh. Okay Death :P
Yeah. Goose = Good :D
nanowrimo? No..
Nice! Reminds me a bit of the Hunger Games though...
Everyone is saying that.
It's not. There is no feeling of resentment against the government, no one actually has to die, and they enter willingly.
And the fights are one on one, for a maximum of 2 hours, in a fencing circle.
Bye! Also! I want to be arrested! Oh! Is that Skulduggery over there? It is! Yay!
*Walks up to the skeleton*
"Hi! You remember me from the ball right?"
"Yes Miss Rose, you took my car keys and didnt give me back my car."
"Oh, about that..."
"Yes,"
"Can I hold your gun?"
"Smith? Good God no Death!"
"Okay, just promise not to shot me!"
"Okay. . ."
"I crashed it"
". . ."
I am going to sleep! G'Night!
And I have updated my profile!
Cool story, Kessie! Doesn't remind me of the Hunger Games, do t know where that came from :P
Okay, ma friends!
Lav says she can't talk on the blog, but you can email her any time! :D
:D
... george...
Alright see ya people who tend not to exist
Hello...............
I havent got much to say.
does anyone know who to contact if you want to quote a line from a book in your one? Cause Im writing one at the moment!
Hey everyone
Anybody here or am I alone
Hello?
Hey luce
hey peoples
Hey Chloe howya
Im fine thnx, u?
How is everyone? *is only saying everyone cause there's probably someone stalking*
Im great Luciana
I'm fine my shoulders hurt because my school bag is really heavy
I know the feeling
It's only because there updating the lockers and we have to bring home most of books
We dont have lockers in our school
We do because it's big and most of the books are three inches thick because there supposed to last us three years
We only have our planners and exercise books, they keep the other books in the class rooms
Well that wouldn't work because there is would be five classes using the one Maths room or something and the books might be stolen
hmm ur right but the teachers make sure that all of the books get returned
Well our rooms are very basic there's really only posters in the Irish and business studies room and there's no shelves at all
our rooms arent mch better only shelves and welsh posters
We have no lockers. Our school has almost 2000 students; we don't have SPACE for lockers. We just carry all our books around with us all day.
Hi, btw. Wbd, drawing.
Mine only has 700
hey star long time no blog see!
mine 800 and its a small school
Heya, Star! *hugs*
Mine has three floors and about 12 to 14 classes in total
mrs browns boys is hilerious!!!!
Oh, yeah...wbd, writing...
goin now
Bye chloe
Hey flame
Bye, Chloe!
FLAAAAAMMMEEEE. *tacklehugs* C:
*runs in and into a wall*
Hey robin
*falls backward onto the floor*
No one. Nope *runs around*
Hey, Robin.
My arm still hurts. :(
Hey octaboona
Okay
Hi Luciana, how come!
Y'alright Octa?
Eden *nods*
Sorry for double posting.
Hey Eden!
Hey Robin! Hi Luce!
* nods back * * tries not to look stupid while nodding but just looks like a chicken *
Hello, Octa. (:
Blood tests, Robin. :P
Why the blood tests
Oh loads of fun L
*grins at Eden*
Sorry, had to go to the shop and buy eggs . .
BACK NOWWWW. I drew Skulduggery's gands yesterday and it took me two hours . . . I did his hat today and it only took me about one hour. :)
Now I've almost finished his arms - just need to add shading to the second one.
*hands
* grins back *
Cool Star! Wish I could draw!
OKAY, HIS ARMS ARE NOW DONE! :)
I bet you can draw Robin.
. . . I can't draw faces.
*shakes head*
I can draw.
Drawing well, on the other hand.
NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
After all that work . . . All those hours . . .
HIS ARM ARE AT THE WRONG ANGLE TO HIS HAT! D:
Well, I'm not rubbing any of it out now. I'll just have to adjust his face to fit and DEAL WITH IT.
I do my best drawing when I have something to copy off.
Hello!
Hi Flame!
. . . Okay. I did it. I rubbed half his arm out. :(
Aww:(
THIS IS HOW WE SAFEGUARD OUR FUTURE.
I want to watch HG.
This is how I will be with a half-decent SP movie. But ten times worse. XD
. . . I might not survive you. XD
Hi Flame!!
I want an SP movie. I don't want to be thirty years old and sitting with my first edition SP3 book and lecturing children on what it means to be 'a true fan'
HELLO my friends :)
Hey Robin, Star! *hugs*
Hi Maralie!
OMGG MY SKULDUGGERY IS STARTING TO LOOK LIKE SKULDUGGERY!
. . . But only coz I've just drawn his face. :)
Now I've done those dreaded hands and the hat, everything else seems to get done so quickly . . .
I've got to go for a short while.
I shall return soon, my dears. *hugs all*
I'm really glad that you're all alive. <3
FOURS L! *hugs*
I know I don't say it all the time like you do, but I am really glad you're alive too, y'know?
Bye L
Hi Mara!
Bye Luci! *hugs and hands scone* Yeah, we have to make scones for school tomorrow... ._. (no comment)
Hi Robin! Hi Ink!
*spins in a circle* Weeee!
*looks at Robin blankly*
...........
*joins in* Weeee!
OH NO EVERYONE'S DEAD AGAIN
I'm not... Just distant..
HELLO.
My eyes look pretty today.
Just thought I'd share that with you.
They're like the funny blue/green colour of the sea.
(One of the few things I like about myself is my eye copier. They're strange. And my eyes are pretty. So, yeah. I like my eyes. :P).
Hello.
Hi Willow!
The eyes are the best thing about a face. *nods*
I miss my two best friends.
*sighs*
I like my eyes... they are very very bright blue... <3
My eyes are too blue. Or, so I'm told.
Hello Willow :)
My eyes are very blue... *muses*
My eyes change colour *widens eyes and shakes irises* (Yes I can do this)
I can touch my eyeball . . .
Really?!?! *looks at Robin's eyes*
Willow - AHH *winces* I can't... When I try my eye goes crazy
I can touch my eyeball too! Hehe! It's odd I'll admit and creepy *grins*
EEP I can't *yelps*
. . . You mean . . . there are people who CAN'T touch their eyeballs? O_O
I cannnnn.
AGH OMG I JUST DID :0 It hurts...
*laughs* Lots of practice. Eyeliner isn't fun xD
I am just glad 12 year olds have no need for eyeliner... 0.0
Meh I'm fifteen so *shrugs*
Eyeliner is amazing. xD
I've been wearing it for years. :P
I sometimes wear eyeliner.
It's good when you get the hang of it but otherwise it's annoying. I didn't wear make-up at all 'til I was thirteen and even then it was like mascara and that was about it. I didn't properly start wearing it 'til I was about fourteen and a half.
*is going* BYE
HI!
I don't like makeup.
Hi Kes
Zaf!
How are you?
Goood!!!
Ok. Have I shown you what I'm doing for this book I'm writing yet? I think I have.
I read xD
Gawd i going as Zaf now xD for Halloween. I cant go as Val cuz i hate her still
I'm going as Melancholia.
You hate Val? Why? Because of 'Valkyrie and Fletcher'?
No I just hate Val period. That pissed me off. Sorry was finishing math. Yeah basically I wanna shoot Val.
She is slightly annoying, but she's not THAT bad.
I have to go, bye!
Gaaah food = good
Anyone here?
Have any of you ever had that feeling where you're so angry that it feels like you have ice burning inside of you, like a dark pit of hatred? Because I have that feeling right now.
If it's about KOTW say no more.
If not, fine, yeah sure.
What's up Val??
It's not about KOTW. KOTW was wonderful. I loved it. Read the whole thing last night.
Orchestra today, on the other hand, was not wonderful. I don't appreciate being treated like some insignificant piece of dirt by the assistant teacher.
Damn orchestra assistant teachers...
Oh, you should have been there. You should have seen the looks of sheer hatred on my face during our little conversation. The class was quite stunned.
I know what being treated like dirt feels like val, you just have to suck it up and maybe if sheès contradicting you keep it up or do what she says.
My stupid new history teacher is a super duper annoying hypocrite. My friend was answering a question, and he said the word "Immagrant." Her eyes buldged and he kept going, because he didn't think there was anything wrong. When he realised the teacher had stopped cutting him off to finish his sentences, he stopped and she looked like it took all her energy to say "watch how you say things" without raising her voice.
Then I burped.
I could tell she was trying to embarrass me in front of the class, but clearly, she was wrong and everyone knew it. And by the way her face slackened when I didn't drop my glare, she knew that I had won our argument.
It was all very dramatic.
I read this stupid letter that a teacher sent home to their parents saying the kid argued in her class that a kilometer is longer than a mile.
And she knew she was wrong.
http://valkyriesstories.blogspot.com/2012/09/the-oh-so-fun-joys-of-being-in-my.html
If you want to know what happened, there it is.
Oh God, Val I had a teacher in my first year who was almost exactly like that.
She was our art teacher, and if you know me, you know I love to draw. This teacher walked into class every class and the other kids gave her a lot of hell.
They had her some previous year, and I just got there, so I had nothing against he yet.
A few classes in, she started bringing this random woman in.
She wasn't anyone I recognised, and she didn't really do much but talk. About us. Very loudly.
It was not to long after she first started coming that I realised she wasn't supposed to be there.
One day she disappeared and never returned.
That left us with the teacher who LET her stay.
She made us work as usual and she would hang over our backs for longer periods of time. Sometimes make a stupid comment at random students. Tell us how to do things.
One day I was drawing a bottle. It was amazing, naturally, but my teacher took a strange interrest in this bottle.
"It's beautiful" She said in french. "What's your name?"
Aparrently before that she thought I was Daniel. Which is a name that couldn't really be found on our class attendance list.
I continued to manfully giggle along at those comments and stories of her. And she soon forgot how impressive I was.
I hope she happy, retired. She can't really get any more nuts.
Okay, That's not Exactly as bad.... But she was bad. I have bad, but not as bad as yours...
To make my day worse, when I got home, the door was locked. Of course it was. And I never have my key, because my brother's always home and he lets me in. Today was different.
I pounded on the door, still pissed off from earlier. My brother peeked his head out the window next to me. This is basically how our conversation went:
Brother: Where's your key?
Me: I don't know. Let me in.
B: Why don't you know?
M: (I'm getting frustrated) I lost it.
B: Did you look for it?
M: (practically shouting at this point) Yes! I didn't find it! Now let me in!
B: Why didn't you look harder?
M: Because I didn't want to! Let me in the freaking house!
B: What if I was in the shower? I wouldn't be able to answer the door then.
M: (angry to the point where my voice is starting to crack) THEN I'D GO IN THROUGH THE BACK! LET ME IN THE HOUSE!
B: What if it was locked?
M: I'D SMASH A FREAKING WINDOW! LET ME IN THE HOUSE! I'M IN A BAD MOOD!
B: (he left to open the door) You should be in a bad mood. You forgot your key.
Actually, the conversation there was a bit longer. There was a lot more of me pounding my fist on the door while it practically rattled under the impact. And my brother was grinning a whole bunch, because he thought it was funny.
I should have brought up the time I punched him in the face. Then he probably would've stopped.
Your life is so much fun, Val.
It is, isn't it? Teachers to hate, a brother to pick on me and punching people in the ribs in gym. So much fun going on there.
Actually, that third one is fun.
Naturally.
My life is boring.
And after camp... ugh.
Everything I thought I used to be was gone. I couldn't make a genuinly younge person joke. The only ones I could make were sarcastic and had stupid play-on words. I hate those (most of the time)
ANd I'm scared of writing now too.
Hi Derek, thanks for great eve at Guildford, please can you read the book that my 10 year old daughter wrote for you? She's the weird one who sleeps with your book under her pillow....
Um, is anyone here...?
SPARKY! *tackles hugs her*
I am!
2 new SP books arrived today.
Oh, okay, I noticed that it might seem a tad stalkerish that I just happened to be here...
AND SPARKY, YOU HAD BETTER STAY ONE HERE.
VAL!
*throws her in volcan*
*shrieks*
Val!
*laughs*
Why must you always tackle me?
*On. I can't seem to make a serious point when I spell something wrong. It is quite a bit irritating.
YAY! YOU'RE STILL HERE! *laughs and tackles her again*
I have to tackle you, that's why! I haven't seen you in SO LONG! I haven't even emailed you in a while!
Oh, Val, I promise I'll stay, but I need to go.
Be back in five.
Alrighty.
FiRST
Yeah, my lower case 'i' mixed in there is quite amazing.
I dedicate this page to Derek, and Kingdom of the Wicked, and the post people who sent it to me, and... and... the person who fires the lady at my school.
Hello!
...Again!
Wait, is she being fired!?
That would be good If she was.
Oh, hello there Kestrel!
...Please remind me if we've met, because I have no recollection of that happening....
I don't think so.
Kestrel LeStarre, master of torture and all manner if unpleasant deaths, at your service. *bows*
No, I just mean whoever does in the future is a very good person.
I wish she was being fired. I don't much appreciate being treated like dirt.
*of Bloody iPod spellcheck...
And no, I am not British, I just talk and spell like I am.
Trust me, I do too.
Val, I doubt anyone does. I've never experienced anything like that before, although I did have a rather interesting argument over the correct usage of commas with my LA teacher.
*grins*
Sparky Braginski, general rag-tag member of the esteemed Blogland society.
*hops in the air and curtsey, half bowing*
Impressive. *tips hat, then flicks wrist and deadly blades come out*
Uh, damn my lack of spelling ability.
Please keep in mind, I may vanish intermittently, seeing as I am in the middle of class.
She was doing that stupid thing where she treats me like bloody child. She likes to reinforce the fact that she's older than me and thinks she has authority over me, and if she does, that sucks for her, because I have a thing for disobeying authority figures.
I have no problem doing what I'm told, so long as I'm given a good reason why I SHOULD.
Well, I may disappear to, on account of the fact that I need to shower tonight so I look decent for picture day tomorrow.
Haha, like THAT'S going to happen. I should show up in a cape.
Dress up as Melancholia(that's what I'm doing for Halloween) and see what they say.
That's my policy too, Kestrel. Derek is very smart in the way that he explains those sorts of things.
I drew symbols on my sister's face so she looked like Melancholia...
Exactly. Also, I'm fine with teachers who don't demand that you respect them just because they're older than you. I have 1 or 2 whom I genuinely respect because they earned it.
Hey Sparky, next time you get a new phone number, the first thing you need to send to the person is:
ONE OF THESES PEOPLE ARE HERE TO KILL YOU.
Val, awesome. I am having my friend do mine, and she's really artistic so it should work. I just need a way to make my eyes glow...
Oh for God's sake...
These. Not THESES.
*facepalm*
Please don't go, Val.
*eyes Kestrel*
*pulls out Makhaira, electricity charging around it*
May I ask what discipline of magic you are?
I won't go till after you do.
I am an Adept. Chinas apprentice. Grande Mage of the new Floridian AS.
I also have twin katanas that can steal souls with a touch.
I won't be gone for 45 minutes.
*facepalm*
I just walked into a door. I walked face-first into a door just now. I cannot believe I did that. I mean, I do it all the time, but still.
And earlier, while I was thinking about the Mystical Hall of Mystical Cabinets, I walked into a cabinet.
I also have the ability to conjure 1000's of kestrels which will then do my bidding.
Val, was it open or closed? I walk into OPEN doors.
45 minutes? It's seven at night here. I've got plenty of time.
*glances at Geometry homework* *glances around and hide it under a blanket*
It was open. That's why it hurt my face.
You here that, Sparky? I still walk into furniture. And poles. And people. And things that aren't there. But mostly furniture. And all those other things. Am I making sense to you?
I see. Val, you naughty, naughty girl. It's 10 here.
I am a ninja, Kestrel. You didn't see anything.
*waves arms around in an odd manner and back into a doorway* *hits head on the door and scowls*
*laughs and then walks into the glass coffee table*
My knee...
*pinches bridge of nose*
Val... Please don't hurt yourself too badly...
I'm just electricity, I'm afraid.
I used to have minor manipulation over others, but...
I stopped working on it so much.
Crucify, on the other hand...
*grimaces*
And Kestrel.
Please, no damaging these poor, poor desks/doors/cabinets/tables you live around.
Crucify? That's Harry Potter!
The kestrel thing is new, and they tend to turn on me, which, I assure you, is NOT fun.
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