As you all know, today is the day the title of Book 9 is announced.
Except it isn't.
Nope, now that day will be Monday, because there's something else that I want to talk about instead, something a little more important than a book title.
I've been working hard these past few months. I write the occasional blog entry, I've barely been on twitter, I've barely glanced at the Forums or the Facebook page. I'm writing, and I know you understand that, and I appreciate your patience. It's not going to be for very much longer, either. I'm planning on finishing the book next week. I have a lot to do, but I reckon I can do it.
But something has happened in my absence. Something troubling. Not on the twitter page — everyone there is funny and enthusiastic. Not on the Facebook page — everyone there is supportive and astonishingly excitable. Not on the Forums, either — they argue, debate, discuss, and at no time do they ever let these arguments spill over into anything else.
Nope, the trouble is here, in the Comments section of this blog.
Most of the Minions who comment here are my kind of people. They're weird. And I mean, unashamedly odd. I've always been so, so proud of you guys, because I look around at other fandoms and I see everyone sniping at each other and divisions forming and I'm comforted by the fact that none of that happens here.
But I've been away. I've taken my eye off the game. And now I'm seeing behaviour that could be classed as bullying.
You all know my stance on bullying. I will not abide it. The blog, twitter, Facebook, Forums... ANYTHING associated with me must have zero tolerance for bullying. I just won't have it.
The Minions who comment here, I want you to think about the comments you leave. If you never say anything negative about anyone, step over here beside me. I like you. You can be my friend. But if you think about the things you say and you're frowning to yourself? Then I'm probably talking to you.
Harsh words are one thing. We all argue. We all have harsh words. But if all you have, for one particular person, are harsh words? If you CONSISTENTLY say negative things about one PARTICULAR person? Then that's bullying. And that has to stop.
I'm not naming any names. I don't want the bullies to be, in turned, bullied by people who are annoyed they won't get the title until Monday. I don't want recriminations. But what I do want is for you to realise that we're all here because, to some degree, we're all the same. We each have enough in common, as people, as individuals, to love the same things. Do you realise how wonderful that is? To KNOW you have something in common with all these other people?
I have never called Minions "my fans". I will call them fans of the books, fans of the characters, but they're never MY fans. They're never fans of ME. Because we're all the same. I'm not better than you, just because I'm the writer and you're the reader. I have enough in common with each of you to know that, if we met, we'd get along. We'd find SOME common ground.
You're on a train. You see someone in another seat reading a book you LOVE. And you instantly smile, because you have connected with that person. So look around. See all the people who comment and the people who tweet and blog and post... there are your people. These are your friends. Let the harsh words fade away. Wipe the slate clean. Start fresh.
Where I train, in the most brutal form of fighting there is, we have a rule, and it's quite simple. We're training to fight and hurt and break and smash. On the street, we're animals. We're horrible. We're violent. We're nasty. But in the club, when we train, the rule is: Be nice or go home.
So be nice. Being nice is so much NICER than not being nice. Try it and see, and then you can come over here and stand beside me, and you can be my friend too.
But don't make me angry. You wouldn't like what I do to your favourite characters when I'm angry.
Friday, April 11, 2014
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*hands over a Friendship Manuel filled with random drawings*
This helps me every time!
I'm fine :D What about you?
*tackle hugs Tia* its okay! It'll be okay! Parents fight all the time! At least mine do...but its always okay after a few days! :-)
I'm fine thank you amethyst. Well, struggling with oxygen deprivion I the blog fight but otherwise I'm great!
Well, it's paused so...
Oh! *offers snacks*
S'mores or popcorn?
*digs around in snack bag*
Or cotton candy or lemonade?
*digs in snack bag more*
Or just water?
*pulls Silente into a hug and doesn't let go*
I GAVE YOU A RESPIRATOR SILENTE!!!
*angrily breathes onto Silente*
Get your oxygen!
Friendship Manuel? Who's Manuel?
Manuel?
MAN-U-EL???
Sure Fabi sorry was doing gerbils
I can't! Its cheating in Chi's eyes!
*squirms* *hates hugs*
Hgcbbjvhghjvhjghuuhguhghu
Zaf, what do you mean by doing gerbils? *looks confused*
Silente, breathing is not cheating! Just ask Skulduggery.
...oh...manual...sorry
I was feeding them
But using a respirator would be if she's using a move to deprive me of oxygen!
*squirms out of the hug*
*relaxes and smiles at Tia*
*sighs*
*lays in warm grass under sun*
Ah...
((Alright then. You don't have to join, but I wanted to ask since the American Sanctuary is kinda your ground.))
[Alarm bells ring throughout one of the American Sanctuaries]
[Economical flips through his book and finds the page with the alarm codes]
Ah...Hm...
[He determines that this is a regular fire alarm]
[To himself] I should be e...evacuating.
[He hurries toward the exit]
*jumps and goes to the evacuation point, being flanked by Cleavers* Whats going on?!
Sanctuary Agent: Someone pulled the alarm in one of the rooms off the Medical Bay. It's unclear what happened. What are your orders, Grand Mage?
Meanwhile:
[Economical heads towards the proper station, then stops]
[The door to the repository is open]
[He peers inside, seeing a figure clad head to toe in dark grey]
Excuse me, s-sir or madam... The...the bells. That's a fire alarm.
Nonsense, Amethyst, I don't need a manual to find Manuel.
Manuel! Manuel?
*looks at Silente*
So, how are you doing? You asked all of us but we never asked you.
[Turns to face Economical]
[Is wearing a mask]
I am aware of that, thank you.
[Waits for him to leave]
Send the Sanctuary Elementals to check out the fire if there is, and I want a team of Cleavers to search the Sanctuary.
...no, I meant...that was a Manual... I don't think you need to look for Manuel...
I'm fine Tia. Little distant thanks ta YouTube.. also I'm watching the rp
I have to go now. See you all later!
Sanctuary Agent: Of course, Grand Mage. [Goes to speak with the elementals]
Economical: Stiffens and checks his protocol book once more] I'm afraid I must eh...eh...
((Bye Amethyst!))
?????? ???????: [Gently] Evacuate?
Economical: [Considers, then starts to half-nod]
?????? ???????: [Cuts him off before he can say something] Yes, you should go now, make sure the fire extinguishing procedure is in order.
((Bye amethyst!))
Oh. I thought someone took the name Friendship Manuel. Obviously, only the very brave would take a name such as Friendship Manuel and expect to be taken seriously.
But I guess you're right. We're done searching.
*opens the friendship manual*
Right, umm, I can't read this. I don't read sorcerer. Umm...
Can we get Grand Mage Kribu to read it? Maybe Manuel can read it?
See you soon, Amethyst!
*sighs* I want a full report when they finish their search.
((I'm really tempted to make a character call Friendship Manuel now for just this purpose...))
((Exactly my thinking, Silente))
Sanctuary Agent: [Nods]
[The Cleavers split into groups and go search various directions]
Economical: [Looks tempted for a moment, by the thought of a procedure, but stubbornly shakes his head.]
It is my duty to oversee the safety of this establishment and all of its...its occupants. You need to g-get away from the fire.
Okay. Call him one last time!
?????? ???????: [Shakes head]
There isn't a fire, Economical. It's just--
[Stops and focuses on something over his shoulder]
[Takes a step back]
I'm sorry, I didn't-- I just--
Elemental: [Finds no fire]
[Cancels the alarm]
[Heads back to Zaf and reports that there isn't a fire]
Economical: [Turns to see what's behind him]
[Nothing]
[When he turns back, the mysterious ? person is climbing through a panel in the ceiling]
?????? ???????: [Calls down]
There's nothing missing.
And they seem to have figured out there's no fire.
[Footsteps outside--from Cleavers]
I'm back! :D
Okay then lets just go back to our duties. Bloody alarms
Tia. Call Manuel!
Also hey Amethyst!
Hello! What did you guys do to Manuel?
[Sanctuary agents head back to their duties]
?????? ???????: [Disappears into the ceiling]
Economical: [Frowns]
[Flips though his protocol book]
[Goes to the alarm box, cancels the fire alarm and sets off another series of beeping that announces that there's an intruder]
[Looks around, trying to see if anything has been changed in the room]
[Not that he can tell]
[Something blue flutters to the floor]
[Economical pockets it]]
Manuel!
Can someone point me in the right direction of a source of anime?
((Oh wait, the fire alarm was already canceled. Skip that part]
((Uh, no idea, sorry.))
((Ok, I'll keep looking))
*jumps* Oh god now what?!
[Two Sanctuary agents and several cleavers enter the room]
Economical: [Points toward the still partially open panel in the ceiling]
He or...or she went through there!
[One of the agents goes for a ladder, the other begins inventorying the items generally in the repository]
[The Cleavers exit and go to various places where someone would be likely to come out of the ceiling]
Economical: [Cancels the alarm]
[Goes to give a report to Zaf] Erm, excuse me, Gr...Grand Mage? Would you prefer a summary of the si...si...situation now or a detailed report in r...writing?
Okay Manuel isn't working for some reason.
...what do you mean?
Nothing just somethings not working...
oh...
Sorry I poofed.
Hey dragona
Hello Dragona! Welcome back!
Gve it to me now
Still not working...hmm...
Okay I'll stop trying to make it work now.
((Has it worked?))
((Yes its worked!))
...Yes!
*bursts free of the earth in a shower of dirt*
*stands tall and tanned, naked from the waist up*
Hello Amethyst. I head you've been talking of me.
(*face palm* heard. Not head))
Economical: Alright. [Nods] A person in a gray s...ski mask set off the fire alarm and broke into the...the repository through a security flaw in the ceiling which is being fixed. They do not seem to have...have taken anything, but the other agents are still...still...still.
[deep breath]
Inventorying.
...*backs away a foot*
*opens my friendship manual*
*flips through*
AH! WHAT DO I DO? WHAT DO I DO?
((XD))
It's Manuel!
*hugs Friendship Manuel*
So tell me, Mr Manuel, how do friendships work?
...does that mean...he's like a talking version of my manual? But named Manuel? ...
Well Tia it all depends on what type of friendship you have. Some are based on trust. Some are based on hatred of the same person. And some,some friendships are true.
Yep, I guess you could say...
*puts on sunglasses*
...that he's user-friendly.
Yeeeeeeah!!!
((Sorta only with a personality and what I'm guessing is vaguely in it :-) ))
...um...
*wonders if I'm hallucinating*
...s'more? popcorn?
*holds snack tray out*
...nice, Tia...
*smiles kindly at Amethyst*
*in a deep rumbling voice*
Sorry but I prefer fresh fruits and berries. Want some?
*hold out a handful of blackberries*
((Silente: ayyyyyy Tia. That was quite a good joke))
*looks at blackberries*
*looks at Friendship Manuel*
...are you real? ...am I going crazy? ... *takes a blackberry*
*eats it* was that hallucinated food?
What do you mean...? *breathes* They haven't taken anything, I want a scan of the area to find who the man is
Yes I am real. Judging by the few moments I've known you and the fact your here yes you are crazy and no that was not hallucinated food.
*eats some blackberries*
Manuel? I-
I really, really hate what Derek Landy is doing to the characters.
Does that classify as hatred? Or am I just having my emotions toyed with by someone who I trusted?
How could he do this?
How can any of us trust Derek after this?
Test: What is on page 7 fifth panel down? What picture is it?
Sorry, Amethyst, I'm on mobile and running this through blogger.com
Tia. What you have to understand is that Derek Landy is just toying with your emotions. What he does he does for his readers. He kills of characters to make way for new ones. He does it to make way for new story lines and to make sure the books are still interesting. He doesn't want you to get bored. He is cruel to be kind.
*kills every character in the last book*
*does it for the readers*
Good Guy Detek2
No, the test was for Friendship Manuel. To see if he really is a walking talking version...
*Derek.
No me gusta
It is a picture of a salt shaker, a sugar shaker, a pepper shaker and a doggie.
*gasps* How did you... wow!
You are the real authentic Manuel! *pats on head*
That's not gonna work.
It's like those "are you human?" tests when registering on certain website.
If your dog can browse the Web, your dog will certainly know how to answer a simple question.
I cant think of anything....he'll end up killing off everyone
*not implying that Manuel is a dog, sorry if I offended you.
You ever doubted me Amethyst? I am the Manual, just as a human form. I'm here to help. And to enjoy life.
Not at all Tia. No offense taken.
*you forgot human sacrifice and world domination
...*shakes head* I NEVER doubted you! I was just... um... never mind...
Economical: Of course, Grand Mage.
[Hurries off to give the orders]
[Returns]
The Cleavers have the building surrounded, and have seen no s...sign of the person in gray trying to exit. People are scanning various parts of the c-ceiling now to try to determine the location of the fugitive. It is un..unlikely he or she managed to escape.
((Side question--have I mentioned Economical's discipline? Because I had two possible ones, and I'm not sure if I've said one or the other.))
It's fine Amethyst. You needn't worry. You were just testing to make sure your suspicions were correct.
*nods* Yes!
Are you just a Manuel? Or something else too? ...because you came from underground and all...
*pauses*
*whispers to Tia*
Do you think maybe he is like Sanguine?
Ah, I've suddenly got the urge to re-watch WALL-E or Futurama (which I haven't seen much of at all.) Or maybe just watch some youtube.
Hmm. Decisions decisions.
*creeps up to Amethyst*
*whispers*
It sounds like Billy-Ray, but isn't this guy armored and grey?
*whispers back* Is he?
I am the physical form of your book on friendship. I am also a sorcerer. My job is to teach people to the best of my abilities. I am a loyal friend, as my name would suggest. Any other questions?
*smiles kindly*
...Do you have the same power as Billy-Ray?
*whispering*
He didn't sound Texan. He sounded cold, and professional. Is he here to, kill, to steal, or both?
*shudders*
(No i never heard of it
*sighs* then search every inch of the building, nobody leaves or enters without my knowledge
*whispers* Well, he might be like a very distantly related cousin or something. Who knows?
Oh, I thought we were talking about the RP.
No I don't. I am a sensitive. I'm train in martial arts of both the body and the mind. I can also help people mentally.
Then how did you emerge from the ground?
Oh...
Manuel! I need help!
I am in need of your advice, Mr Manuel. Would you be kind enough to explain how to make friends? I am seeking to befriend Amethyst Temerity and Silente Tempest.
Well that is due to my charming brother. He's a little phycopath and we have our tiffs. He thinks he's better than me because he's the eldest.
...Who's your brother?
((Economical is nothing like Sanguine. The so far nameless intruder shares some similarities, but isn't Texan and isn't a tunneler.))
((I'm not sure who you were referring to, though. If you meant Manuel, then sorry for the misunderstanding.))
Economical: Of course, Gr...Grand Mage. [hurries off]
((I'm afraid I must disappear for some time. We can continue this later, if you want, Zaf.))
Pfft Billy-Ray, you took Tanith, so that's the first step at not making friends.
But really, Billy-Ray, you're ruining my Valith.
Stop.
Well first of all Tia relax. Be yourself around them and be honest. If your all stiff around them then they won't be able to warm up to you. Find a common interest or personality trait. Find something you share and go from there. You find friends in the most unusual of places. Sometimes without having to look for them.
((Yeah, I thought it was Billy-Ray tunneling into the sanctuary))
My brother? I doubt you've heard of him. I know he gets around but still. He's crazy. Really crazy. He calls himself a hitman. In his dreams.
Sure Fabi
*lays in tree
i completely agree with you Holly
i completely agree with you Holly
i completely agree with you Holly
Oh. Well, thanks for that, Manuel! You really know your stuff, don't you?
And I really-
I will take your advice into consideration, Manuel.
Who's Holly? Where's Holly?
*softly whispers to Manuel*
He. Ruined. My. Valith.
Your welcome Tia. I'm here to help.
*bows*
*straightens up and smiles*
I wish you luck with your friendships.
I have to leave now, guys! Bye Tia, Silente, Zafira and Manuel and anyone else!
He is a bad person Tia.
Bye Amethyst!
Cya Amethyst!
Bye, Amethyst!
Hey Fellas!
Ah Chi your back!
*expkodes
Hey zaf!
Hi there
Msd and wbd
How are you?
((Okay, I'm back. Would you like to continue, Zaf?))
*The Midnight Hotel melts up from the ground*
*I hang out a second-story window*
First off, I'm glad to see Economical is back. I quite liked him.
Second, has anyone seen Sir?
Hello, Annika.
He was here for a brief time yesterday, but I haven't seen him today.
Sure Fabi, sorry trying to kill Tablet
Curses.
*sighs*
I have to arrange a meeting between him and The Chemist, concealed behind a Glamour.
I must do this before the 19th.
*frowns*
I'm sure I'll figure something out. Ah, well.
[The cleavers have surrounded the building, and there's someone guarding every loose panel that showed up on the system]
[There was a rustling from the ceiling near the medical bay, and someone has just come over to Zaf to ask permission to enter the ceiling to attempt to apprehend the intruder]
"We think he's above the Medical Bay, waiting for us to leave. It would make sense, because that's where he was when he pulled the fire alarm."
*Poofs in*
Hullo everyone, I'm back!
Blake!
*waves handkerchief from the second-story window*
My life is complete, now you are here! I am filled with joy, to the very core of my being! Indeed, my heart hath ached to think of your absence, but no longer, for now thou art here, and I feel radiant delight filling up with in me, such that I might barfeth rainbows in my joy!
(Hello, Blake.)
Well go after him in the ceiling, I don't care how, I want the person caught.
Blake! *tacklehugs*
*harrumphs*
*slams window shut*
I feel rather snubbed.
Hi.
Snow!
*bangs open the window again*
My life is complete, now you are here! I am filled with joy, to the very core of my being! Indeed, my heart hath ached to think of your absence, but no longer, for now thou art here, and I feel radiant delight filling up with in me, such that I might barfeth rainbows in my joy!
ANNIKA!!
*throws milliins of roses at her window*
*clutches rose to chest*
*waves handkerchief*
*swoons*
Hey, enough of this lurking! I am here. There. I said it.
*hugs Snow*
*proceeds to hug everyone in Blogland, starting with Annika*
Or is it Anni?
Sorry for saying I was back then poofing like that
*Is taclehuged by Chio*
Ow x-x
Hey there
*gets hugged*
*frowns*
I allow Bloglanders to refer to me as Anni,
though it occurs to me that I should probably mention that, in real life, calling me such a thing would be considered an unforgivable offense.
I put Nascar on, and basically told my parents I get racing through dinner :P I am very happy
Don't try to win me back, Blake! My heart belongs to Snow!
*harrumphs*
At least SHE threw roses. Humph.
As if I would want to when I've got Chio here Anni
*Hugs Chio tighter*
*nods*
*shuts the window*
*runs down the stairs to the lobby*
*sits at the lobby harpsichord*
*yells so Snow can hear me from outside*
Allow me to play you a sonata, my fair lady!
----->
My xat is so cute. c:
We don't get Nascar in UK, though that's probably because we're not getting the right channels.
Alrighty then! [The Sanctuary-ish person runs off to enter the ceiling]
[So do a couple other small and lightweight Sanctuary agents.]
[Some scuffling can be heard from the ceiling]
[Then a yelp]
[Then silence]
I agree, that is a truly adorable xat!
*looks at Annika* PLAY AWAY!
*facepalm*
*cat, not xat
*plays a magnificent sonata*
*entirely inaudible from outside the hotel*
*nods proudly at the harpsichord*
*shouts* HOW WAS THAT?
((KITTY! :D))
What just happened?
(Its American, like you'd need to get an American channel called Fox
Umm....
*shouts back* I IMAGINE IT WAS LOVELY. BUT I COULDN'T HEAR IT!
*wails in anguish*
*slumps over harpsichord*
SNOW, OURS IS A DOOMED ROMANCE!
At least you understand me, Harpsichord.
*pats the case*
*shrugs*
*walks away*
Be back soon everyone, food time
WILL YOU FORGET ME SO SOON?
*breaks down in tears*
*clutches Harpsichord*
NOW I SHALL BE ALL ALONE IN MY HOTEL WITH NO ONE TO LOVE ME!
OH, THE TRAGEDY!
*runs up the stairs*
*grabs the rose*
*casts it out the window*
Begone, foul flora!
*runs back down the stairs*
*lies face-up on the check-in desk*
I'm not surprised,
not everything lasts,
I've broken my heart so many times I've stopped keeping track!
Talked myself in,
talked myself out,
I get all worked up, then I let myself down!
I tried so very hard not to lose it
I came up with a million excuses
I thought I thought of every possibility,
ooh,
but I know someday that it will all turn out!
And I'll work to work it out!
I promise you kid,
I'll give so much more than I get!
I just haven't met you yet!
Oh Blake *hugs him tightly*
[A little while later, the agents from the ceiling wake up and wonder what they were doing up there]
[Shrugging it off, they climb back down]
[They are reminded of what's going on]
[They think, but none can remember what happened in the ceiling]
[A Security Agent does another scan, but this time finds no lifeforms in the ceiling]
[A little while later, one of the agents from the ceiling realizes his teleportation bracelet is missing...]
DUN DUN DUN DUNNNN
*takes a deep breath*
*chokes back tears*
I . . . I'm over her.
*nods solemnly*
I am over her.
Guest: *wanders down from his room*
Um . . .
Yes?
Guest: Why are you lying on the check-in desk?
Don't question my methods.
*rolls off the desk*
*straightens up*
*brushes self off*
Can I help you?
*laughs*
Hello all!
Guest: Um . . . what have you been doing?
Goofing around, I suppose.
*clicks pen*
Now then, what do you need?
Guest: Towels.
What about them?
Guest: I don't have any.
Is that right? How strange, I thought the maid caught some this morning.
Guest: . . . Caught?
Yes, they run rampant around the hotel. Claudia usually just whacks them with a hammer, and hangs the corpses up in the bathrooms. I suppose she missed yours. No worries.
*scribbles note down in log book*
We'll have some freshly-killed towels in your room within ten minutes, sir, never fear.
Guest: *aghast* But-
But what?
Guest: *weakly* But . . . but nothing, I suppose.
Well then.
*waves goodbye*
Enjoy your stay!
Guest: *totters dazedly back upstairs*
*reclines in swivel chair*
*puts feet up on the desk*
*begins scribbling in the log book in tight, jagged handwriting*
. . .
I might take a stay in this Hotel of yours one night Anni... Seems rather exotic
We certainly have no abundance of boring days, Blake.
Oh, bother.
Maybe we'll book a room for our after-wedding Stay? *smiles at him*
What seems to be the trouble?
Sounds like a plan
*Hugs Chio from behind*
:D *puts her hands over his* I love you.
Love you too, so Anni what'll your ded be?
ANNIKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
*pokes*
I would like to dedicate this page.
I’d like to, but I don’t know where to start.
Should I start by saying what you all mean to me,
or should I speak from deep within my heart?
Should I attempt to tell you things
I’ve told no other mortal soul?
Should I try to dedicate,
like dedication is my only goal?
Should I speak with elegant words,
worthy of Sir, or words from the heart,
worthy of Star? Is that what I should do,
or should I try to form a different start?
Should I dedicate to Derek,
our magnificent golden god?
Or am I choking up, unable to speak?
Will someone need give me a goading prod?
Is this my destiny? To remain
at the top of a comment thread,
struggling to find words, to explain,
the way that Blogland swims in my head?
The way I feel when friends of mine,
whose faces I have never seen,
approve of me and think I’m fine,
leaving me feeling rather keen?
If that’s my destiny, then I suppose,
there are worse things my destiny could be.
I’ll just say this: If only one found Blogland,
well, I’m very glad it was me.
...
Well...
That answers that question...
Kinda...
Great ded, Annika.
*claps*
*bows low*
*pencils Chione and Blake in for potential honeymoon suite reservation*
. . .
Hey guys! :D
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