"Write a new blog post," they say. Like it's that easy. Like it's that simple.
And what if I have nothing to talk about? What if there is nothing I WANT to talk about? Don't I get a say in any of this? Doesn't my opinion MATTER?
And of course the Twitter people are nudging me. Every. Single. Day. I can't escape them. They're getting into my head.
They're in my DREAMS...
I'm all achey. I've had a long day and I'm tired. All I want to do is go to bed- and yet going to bed before 2 AM always seems like a waste of time. Like there's something I could be doing, some work I could be getting done...
33,000 words done on Book 8, by the way.
This time last year (January 6th) I started KOTW. I had been hideously delayed because of work to the house I'd been having done, and the deadline was fast approaching. So this year, having 33,000 words done by this stage is something of a relief. I am, of course, assuming that I can continue writing at the same rate. So, er, hopefully I can.
Wrote a cool scene yesterday. It involves Fletcher. It involves blood. It involves AWESOMENESS.
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*gives Aretha a few Hershey's Kisses since I ran out of bags*
Yeah well, at the moment, it's doing a good job keeping with what I mean to type.
That's good. :-)
Which is odd of itself.
*wanders around*
*sits by lake*
Yeah. :)
Hi Aretha. I think I have an idea of what you're writing...
*Jumps off diving board with Clemy*
Brb, account hopping.
I think I'll write as well. Wbd.
*sits by lake next to Kes*
It's nice to sit here and look at the water sometimes.
You know we have benches? Just here and there. A few.
Oh. Okay. And I have to go again. Be back later. Bye.
Bye.
Hey Lavender. Thanks for the chocolate, Jubi.
How's the writing going?
I'm back.
No, I didn't know we had benches. It's nicer just sitting on the beach, though, anyway. Bye, Lav.
*absentmindedly swirls sand*
Distant, as well. Writing something for Em.
My writing is going pretty well, I suppose. I can't figure out if I should keep writing or go to bed, though... Thanks for asking.
I'm back.
Found it's easier to type with one finger than my thumbs.
*looks at writing*
I don't know whether I want to give this to her when I'm done, though. I don't know which way it will go over...
Hi again, Lav.
*watching The Goblet of Fire*
Harry: Dragons. That's the first task.
Cedric: What, are you serious?
Me: No, he's Harry! *laughs hysterically at my own joke*
Yeah, Kes. It is. Or lying on the grass, looking up at the sky through the trees. That's always nice.
Your hysterical Val....
xD
Hi Val. :)
Haha. That joke never gets old. :P
Well, Kes, you mean well and Emerald knows that, so even if it strikes the wrong chord with her, no one's going to blame you. It's more likely that she'll love it. But if you're really on the fence, you could always ask her if she wants it before you do anything with it.
Hi, Val.
*lies down on my back*
*stares up at stars*
*points*
Look, a shooting star.
Hi, Val!
*makes a wish*
Val, genius you are.
All right guys, I think I'm going to bed now... I'm so tired, I need proper sleep. Sorry I can't be here... I'll be on again tomorrow, though, so until then- I love you all. Fairfarren and goodnight.
*makes a wish*
*stares up at sky*
I've never seen a shooting star before.
Good night, Aretha. Have a good sleep.
Good night, Aretha!
Goodnight, Aretha. *hugs*
*exasperated*
They wasted so much time on that dragon scene! They could've at least added Dobby or Winky or Bagman or something!
BYE ARETHA!
*Looks up at shooting star*
MAYBE THAT'S THE COMMET THAT DIDN'T HIT US ON THE 21ST!
....
....
:3
oh my god val I HATED the 4th movie. Along with the 5th and 6th and 3rd and 7th part 2
I have a few times. Mostly when I was younger though.
I'd go outside with my grandpa to watch the stars... And once in a while I'd see one. That was when I was younger though. Now I rarely see the stars anymore.
DAMN LIGHT POLLUTION!
You didn't like the third? I liked most of them. The only Harry Potter movie I truly hated was the Sixth.
I saw a meteor shower, once. We went to this place in the middle of nowhere with less light pollution. That was back when my Dad had a convertible, so we drove to this park, just the two of us (it was past my sister's bedtime). Then, he pulled over and we looked up and saw hundreds of them...darting across the sky like pixies or Santas elves if they were in the sky and glowed.
Lav, are they as beautiful as they're supposed to be.
That's the problem with living in Florida. Too many lights, too hard to see the stars.
It's not only that, Jubi. It's that I don't go out to look at them... Or when I try, there are clouds.
Sorry, going again. Lunch.
Bye.
*smiles a little*
Yeah I didn't like the 3rd one that much... they didn't get into the whole Sirius/James/Pettigrew Betrayal thingy... It wasn't the worst though...
the SIXTH one however... made me want to jump off a building...
...and the subject has totally changed. Sorry about that.
Bye, Lavender!
Fabi, that must have been amazing. *sighs*
*wades out up to my ankles in the lake*
THAT'S SO COOL FABI!!!!
Bye, Lav.
Fabi, Seven Part 2 was pretty awful as well.
Yes. They are, Kes. I loved seeing a shooting star. The tails are the best. They stay a bit longer after it's gone.
Now I gotta go. Bye again.
Sorry, meant Jubi.
The main part that I was really looking forward to in the 8th movie, was Aberforth's whole backstory thingy...
BUT THEY DIDN'T HAVE IT!!!!
I guessed that.
Sorry, don't mean to complain. Compared to some people, I have it easy.
Haha yeah that's what I thought :P
Haven't seen the movies, but I'll take your words for it.
YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE MOVIES?!?!?!?!?!?!
don't
I don't really do movies most of the time.
Ooooh...
I have a compulsion to see the movies of books I love. Even though I know that they're likely to be horrible.
Except New Years, and when friends are going and invite me (not much). Also sometimes when I'm sick.
If the SP movie comes out, I would definitely see that, though.
Thats why I don't do them much, Kes.
*That's
Fabi, I would be scared to see the SP movie. But I wouldn't miss it for anything.
This thing I'm writing is making me cry...
I'm terrified for the SP movie... I'm sure that it's gonna be brilliant though :)
The only reason I really want an SP movie is for merchandise.
But if Derek writes the script...
If Derek writes the script, it will be AMAZING
Bbs...
Bye, Fabi.
Jubi, of course it will.
Like for the Hunger Games. It was actually really good considering it was based off a book. But it was that good because Suzanne Collins was one of the producers.
NEVER LET OTHER PEOPLE PRODUCE A MOVIE BASED ON YOUR BOOK!
hehe
Emerald Melody Horowitz walked along the sidewalk. It was noon, and cars whizzed past, and people were walking, surging all around her. But she just kept walking in a straight line, and by rights she should have been crashing into people left and right.
But she wasn't.
Perhaps it was the general air of sadness she emanated; dressed in all black, a tired, tearstained face, but most of all the way she held herself. Weary, finished with everything.
So as she walked, an open space was cleared in front of her. Not that she noticed, of course. She was too numb to notice much of anything. She came to an iron gate, and pushed it open. It creaked quietly but respectfully as it swung open.
She stepped inside, closing the gate behind her, eyes still fixed vacantly ahead. Around her was a graveyard. It was a nice graveyard, all things considered. None of the overgrown ivy and worn down tombstones that were told about in scary stories.
It was strangely quiet, though. The noise on the streets seemed to fade into the background. She walked forward to where a large group of people stood, around one gravestone.
Her friends and his, his family and hers, were waiting for her. But there were other people there too. People whom she had never met in person. She knew who they were, though. The Bloglandians. They had come, actually come. A small part of her heart smiled.
As she approached them, they all turned to look at her. She walked closer and stepped in front them all, looking at the gravestone on which were inscribed the words-
R.I.P.
CHASE HOROWITZ
JANUARY 8TH, 2013
A KIND MAN AND A LOVING
HUSBAND AND FATHER.
Emerald took it in, frowning. The inscription didn't even scratch the surface of who he had been. She didn't have time to complain, though.
A funeral director, dressed in a sombre black suit, stepped out from behind them, and in front of Emerald. He wore a top hat that was much too big, and carried a cane that was much too small.
She and Chase would have laughed together at that. Not anymore, though. Never again would they laugh together. The funeral director was talking now, droning meaninglessly about Chase's life.
How he had been good and kind and caring. Decent and honourable. Emerald did her best to block it out. This man knew nothing about Chase.
• • •
She became aware of the fact that the funeral director was done speaking, and everyone was moving forward silently to pay their last respects.
She joined them, and silent tears began to run down her cheeks as she stood in front of the grave. She knelt, head bowed, and laid down the bunch of flowers she had brought with her. They were his favourite colour.
"I love you Chase," she whispered, then straightened.
As she walked away, she felt a cold touch on her shoulder and looked back, seeing nothing. Behind her, Chase's spirit withdrew his hand.
Emerald continued walking, and her new guardian angel followed.
A sad, small smile flickered across Chase's invisible ghostly lips at the thought that Em would never be in danger again.
(Should I send it to Em?)
I like it!
I don't really know Em all that well so I wouldn't know how it would make her feel...
But I don't think it would hurt if you sent it.. It's up to you :)
That's...not helpful.
Brb
Haha I'm such a helpful person xP
I don't know, Kessie...it might make Em feel like she's expected to do and feel these things?
Hi, Eve.
I already sent it...
Do you think she will?
She isn't. I just...I don't know.
I think she'll know you're trying to help.
Hi again, Fabi.
Is there a way to undo sending something?
Hi, again. Wbd, waiting for music to transfer...
Not with email...
It's Fine Kessie. Like Fabi said, She'll know that you're just trying to help :)
Oh.
Now I'm worried she'll take it the wrong way...
It's fine, Kessie. You're her friend.
Ok, back for real now.
Kes, I don't think anything could make her feel worse now, it's just a matter of whether or not it makes her feel better.
Hello, Eve, Jubi, Kes.
*forces self to calm down*
*reading Dublin Daes*
This is really, really, really, good...
I quite agree. Dublin Daes is good.
I just finished Chapter 13.
*faints*
I have to go, guys.
Bye.
Bye, Kessie!
Wbd, listening to Hayley Westenra and google searching lyrics.
Reading over previous comments...
I watched the meteor shower thing. You know, the one in August. I go up to Duvall, 'cause there's less population up there.
That's where my step-dad proposed to my mum, right under the shooting stars.
Good timing on his part, I must admit.
The meteor shower I saw was the August two years ago.
I've gone twice... Where do you go for it?
Palouse Falls. That was when Dad still has the convertible.
We stopped in the park, we were staying at a hotel an hour or so away... And just looked up.
It's all the way in eastern Washington.
Beautiful park, rattlesnakes excluded.
It was so cool. Mom tried to duplicate it the next year, since dad couldn't, but we didn't go to Palouse and we didn't have the Miata and it was raining, but at least she tried.
[Is going on and on, nostalgically.]
The Miata was cool. It was Dad's fancy dream car, a shiny red convertible with Texas license plates. Dad came from Texas. He changed the plates eventually, but shortly after, this really big car didn't see the puny convertible and hit it... Dad was fine, but the car was essentially dead.
It's like Australia. I'm glad it happened, but I wish I could remember better.
hi
The falls at Palouse falls were gorgeous, and the hills around them, and the grass, and it was dry. That was kinda strange. We specifically went cause it wouldn't be raining. The trip in general was because we had family there who needed help getting the house ready to move. The meteors were just on the side, Dad and me (sis was asleep, and Mom was watching her).
Hello.
Hello Fabi.
Sorry about that. I can go really far off-topic when on a tangent.
Actually, I wasn't that far off topic, just being absurdly verbose.
So, anyway. Hi
I like saying "but I digress" now.
I don't usually have anybody left to say anything to by the time I'm done elaborating on random topics.
*snickers*
I'd say it anyway. Saying But I digress is fun.
I'll take your word for it.
I'm honored.
Oh dear.
[takes word]
Waits for ded by prattling about various irrelevant subjects.
I am not going to write a speech here. I am not going to avoid this opportunity though. I dedicate this page to a number of things, as I usually do, because one thing doesn't seem like enough, or fair at some points.
I dedicate to love. This community. The $ sign. Digressing.
That's enough for this one.
Your patience has payed out.
[Stops in the middle of speech on llama wool versus alpaca wool versus sheep wool for weaving]
Ah, digressing. An excellent pastime, worthwhile of dedication.
Patience? What patience?
[Looks around]
How's the speech going?
It started about chocolate, and seems to have gone off topic...
Ah, as usual, I hear.
Chocolate, chocolate milk, milk, cows, farms, farm animals, wool of farm animals, weaving with said wool.
Did you know that darts projected with an atlatl have been known to pierce chain mail?
THESEUS: Sigh! I wish Xbox was invented
Theseus lifts a glass to his mouth, but the door bangs open, and he spills the cups contents. Egeus enters.
EGEUS: Theseus… My old friend!
Egeus grabs Theseus.
EGEUS (angry): My daughter’s gone loopy! She won’t marry the man I betrothed to her!
Theseus begins refilling his cup.
EGEUS: And he’s perfect! Okay, he’s got some hormone issues… and he’s a bit clumsy but his breath smells good! And he is really rich and is big and strong! I donno… All she talks about though is this other boy named L – L – Lysan - Lysander.
THESEUS: Hmm… What?
Theseus lifts the glass to his mouth and, again, the door bangs open, and Theseus spills the contents of his glass. Hermia enters, followed by Demetrius.
HERMIA: Daddy, this troll skunk fart, like, follows me everywhere I go! I think it’s, like, sick or something.
EGEUS: Hermia, this troll skunk bag is your future husband.
DEMETRIUS (dumbly): G-ah ha! Ha! Me like you! You perty!
Demetrius clears his throat.
DEMETRIUS (more smartly): Uh… I mean…
A candle within me,
A small flame burning,
Fuelled by your eyes, your laughter, your astonishing sm-
HERMIA (cuts him off): Thee is, like totally smelly as a decomposing corps rolled upon by a pig as plump as yourself. And those shoes you are wearing… are, like, sooooo four seconds ago!
EGEUS: Here, duke! Here they are! Tell her! Put her mind right!
THESEUS: Um… Okay… I’ll, er, see what I can do…
Theseus clears his throat and awkwardly walks over to Hermia.
THESEUS: Um… Young woman, I think you should break up with this guy. He’s so unpromising. Besides, your daddy’s got the perfect guy for you… he’s rich… and strong… and smelly… and he
Egeus makes dying/cut at the throat motions.
THESEUS: Not him?
Egeus shakes his head.
THESEUS: Okay… Er… Young woman… Marry this man! He’s the best!
Theseus walks over to Egeus.
THESEUS: So where is this other boy?
EGEUS (sarcastically): I donno… That was a nice shot though…
THESEUS: Than-
EGEUS: Now let me show you what you’re supposed to aim for.
Egeus walks over to Hermia.
EGEUS (angry): Hermia… who do you love?
HERMIA: Lysander
EGEUS (angry): Are you nuts? He’s a big ugly baboon, he’s rich, his breath stinks…
CLOSE UP ON EYES
EGEUS (cont’d) (slowly): And he likes the Boston Bruins
HERMIA: He wouldn’t dare!
DEMETRIUS (dumbly): D-I like the Montreal Canabriens!
HERMIA (lazily): Yeah, shut up, no one cares.
THESEUS (helpfully): Yeah, your friend Lysander is just a big chicken.
Egeus gives a little gasp. Theseus brings the cup to his mouth. Door bangs open. Theseus spills contents of glass. Lysander walks in.
THESEUS (annoyed): Oh! Just! Gher Wha! Oh Common!
LYSANDER (giddy): Oh, I shouldn’t bang the door open? Honestly, I don’t know why I did it; really it just came over me.
HERMIA: Lysander!
LYSANDER: Hey Hermia!
Lysander turns back to the Theseus and Egeus.
LYSANDER: Wow, don’t think I didn’t hear everything you just said about me. I have two comments, The HABS rule… and… nobody calls me chicken.
THESEUS (nervously): Wow, wow, wow, hey… hey… You know who you’re talking to right? I’m the duke! Remember I have guards, and… I can do whatever I want.
Lysander shakes Theseus’ hand, smiling and pats him on the back.
LYSANDER: Pleasure, duke! Pleasure! Always fascinated by you, I was! Marvellous! Marvellous!
Theseus nods, trying not to smile. He looks impressed. Egeus looks mad, and mutters something.
LYSANDER: Come my darling, Hermia, I’ve got a surprise for you!
HERMIA: Get out! I’m totally in! And it’ll get me away from these losers!
LYSANDER: We have no time to lose! Hermia, to the –
EGEUS: OH HO no! You are not going anywhere! You will stay away from my daughter; she is marrying Demetrius.
LYSANDER: Dude… I –
THESEUS: Hey! I just noticed we have enough people to play bridge! Isn’t that great?
Hermia: Ooh! Lysander’s really good at that game!
THESEUS: Really? Oy vey! Even I want to marry Lysrander!
EGEUS: Here’s Twenty bucks! Give it your best go!
THESEUS: Oh! I got it! Look here lady! If you don’t obey your father’s command and go with this… this… imperfect guy, you will either have to become a nun!
Long silence
HERMIA: Or?
THESEUS: What do you mean “Or”? I never said there would be any other option. But if you want one, the other option is to steal from me.
HERMIA: Ooh! I’m down!
EGEUS: Really? “To steal from you?” That’s you’re other option?
THESEUS: I’m sorry, but the Habeas Corpus was enforced, my options were seriously cut.
EGEUS: Okay… Yes, daughter, that shall be your fate if you chose to marry this man! Ha!
[Exeunt all but Lysander and Hermia]
HERMIA: Okay, are you totally in on the stealing thing?
LYSANDER: No, Hermia, we can’t. It’s just an excuse to kill us. Here’s what we’ll do: We’ll dress up like clowns and join the circus until we’ve gathered all the materials to build a car. Won’t that be awesome?!
HERMIA: What would we use the car for?
LYSANDER: Nothing! Actually, we could stuff a bunch of our clown friends in there
HERMIA: I love the idea, but let’s, like, run to the woods instead.
LYSANDER: Okay, fine. But can we still have the car?
No, I didn't, Fabi.
*Laughs sadly*
Both my followers are here... Thanks...
'I poop on people and I blame it on seagulls!'
Rio is a good movie... I feel Blue's embarrassment...
*Goes red*
I love following you! Your stories are really good!
Hi, Death.
I was in the real A Midsummer Nights Dream last summer...
I'm going to be in Peter Pan in May!
I remember you saying something about that.
I have no idea what I'll be doing in May...
I'll be trying to do what I want, which means probably write something cool, and plan out stuff. That seems to fit how it's been so far. I've been failing at the "trying".
I now have TWO pages on my blog! Yay...
I'll have a dance recital in June, so I'll probably be rehearsing for that. Also, I might have a birthday party this year, haven't had one in ages...but it's back in style.
whoa.
I was so cruel on my birthday to everyone here. I made them all say happy birthday to me. I scared their minds with the date, and watched them all wish me good wishes and things like that.
I'm more likely to not mention my birthday...
possibly wise.
How's Virus 407B going, Death?
Oh, if I'm doing it, it is unlikely to be wise.
However, plenty of time to either mention or not.
I will be keeping an eye out for more!
I don't know what the climax should be...
Bbs
I'm afraid I can't help you...
Or not at all...
I G2g...I have an appointment early tomorrow.
Night those it's night for!
Morning/evening/afternoon everyone else!
Bye, Death!
[sings]
When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse...
[goes to try to sleep]
Bye Fabi and possibly Rose.
Right, since I'm not sure how much time I have, I'm just going to post a poem. For Chase. And for us.
A great man has died today,
And not everybody knows.
I pass them on the streets
Watching as they go about their business.
Wondering how they are able to do that
And how I can do the same.
A great man has died today
And though I'm not sure of his real name,
We called him Chase on the blog.
And that was fine with me.
He was a great man and a great friend.
A great father, and husband.
He was so strong to have fought in a battle
That started at nineteen.
I wish I had known him longer,
I wish he was still here.
I wish I got to thank him,
For being around so long.
I wish I got to tell him good bye...
But then again, it's never goodbye.
Only see you again.
Life moves on, we have to move with it.
He would want us to.
But it doesn't mean we have to get over it,
And forget it ever happened.
We just have to get through it.
And we all can do that by helping each other.
Some of us can handle it better
Although we still feel pain
While it takes others a little longer
To find happiness again.
We will move on. We can be happy,
But we will never forget
The man who made a difference in our lives-
Chase. Thank you, and see you again.
I know it says today but it's tomorrow now, but this was in the moment.
I'll still be here, but wbd and msd.
Gotta go. Bye Blogland.
Awh, that's amazing Lav! <3
You're all brilliant, remember that! I love you all, even those of you I don't particularly like:P
NOW IMMA GO GET SOME SKITTLES BECAUSE I NEED SUGAR XD
Bye, beautiful people! You're al perfect, never doubt that:3
Back again.
Thanks L.
*smiles*
*is distant while waiting for someone to come on*
*hugs Lav*
Morning all...
Hi Em!
*hugs back*
How are you this morning?
Hey... You still there?
Sorry I didn't answer right away. I didn't think anyone would be on so soon...
No I'm still here...
We're just talking over arrangements for Sunday... It's coming quicker then we expected.
Oh.
*hesitates before asking*
What happens on Sunday?
The funeral is on Sunday...
Well, as a Necromancer (myself) would say, he's back in the stream of death, powering us all...
Figured out how my story will go... Now it is just writing it all...
*Sigh*
I don't know when I'm going to write 30 chapters...
*hugs Em again*
I wish I could be there... For you and for Chase...
I probably would if I were old enough and had the money.
I wish I could be there for you Em... I would if I could
And Chase...
Stupid iPod!
MORNING.
Must go now so BYE.
This is a pointless comment...
I know you'll be all with me anyway...
There's 3 of us doing speeches, well 2 so far but I think someone else wants to do a speech so we're all just planning out what one another wants to say...
Then we have to organize music and stuff...
Then we have to go to his will reading on Wednesday...
Morning!
Bye!
I'm sorry, I know this must be hard on you, and your son... How is he?
I prayed for Chase last night... And Em too. *sighs*
Hi Death. Hi Mara.
Sorry, I have to go again.
*sighs*
I've been coming in and out all day... This is one of the busiest times we've had here. Because of major cleaning.
I'll come on again later. Bye guys.
Ciaran's too young to realise anything that's going on...
Same with Chase's four youngest kids, they just don't understand. His eldest kids were so upset but they want to take part in everything...
It is really hard but some of the things that the lads are saying for speeches are so funny, they are actually crying with laughter... Already I forgot what a gobshite Chase use to be lol
Well... I know I should say something but I don't know what...
It's good you said lol... That didnt sound as food as it did in my head...
*good
BBS... Maybe...
Testing testing one two three
Well it worked msd gtg to school sadly
Oh Emmy...
I can't be here right now, but I'd really like to pass my condolences to Em.
I'm sorry for what happened and I hope that everything gets easier. Good luck for Sunday...
Hehehehehe. Subsitiute in Photo mean sneaking onto le blog.
I wish to inform you all that I just found the vids of master Derek YT channel and I'm eternally amused.
Val, you're pretty. That is not allowed.
The blog's been quiet for a while...
But like I said before, probably because the holidays are over for some people now.
And Mist, it's good to see your face around here again. Even if it was only for one comment.
Speaking of one comment, I'm not staying.
Oh- but before I go. Derek, I doubt you read this far into the comments, but please, if you hear us, please make a blogpost for Chase. And Em.
Now I'm going. Good night Blogland.
And I'm also weeping because YOU LIVE IN AMERICA AND THERE'S MORE SKULDUGGERY FANS IN YOUR /HOUSE/ THAN THE ENTIRE EAST OF ENGLAND
*launches self out window*
hey was Eden on lateley
Anyone here from him? No?
Heeeheheheheh
Dobabdooba!
Anyone?
lalalal
God dammit
Gotta go. Not that anyones there
Emerald im so sorry of what happend. Im luckey enough not to no wat it feels like but its sad for you. Im sorry
OK thats all i know
Gotta start ma homework
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