Friday, November 30, 2012

Poem of the Week: The Brook

This poem just seems to say 'happy' to me. 

The Brook
Alfred, Lord Tennyson

I chatter, chatter, as I flow
To join the brimming river;
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.

I wind about, and in and out,
With here a blossom sailing,
And here and there a lusty trout,
And here and there a grayling.

I steal by lawns and grassy plots,
I slide by hazel covers;
I move the sweet forget-me-nots
That grow for happy lovers.

I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,
Among my skimming swallows;
I make the netted sunbeams dance
Against my sandy shallows.

I murmur under moon and stars
In brambly wildernesses;
I linger by my shingly bars;
I loiter round my cresses.

And out again I curve and flow
To join the brimming river;
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.


Miss Melody Muffin

Thursday, November 29, 2012

Order Out The Cannons!!!!

I DID IT!!!!!!!!!  I just wrote word #31,199!!!!!!

It was a mad, glorious, crazy, wonderful experience!  My head is spinning, my hand is aching (I was hand writing, not typing) but I MADE MY GOAL!!!

In fact, I exceeded it.  I only needed 30,550 words, I wrote over 31,000.

Now, I am going to go watch something fun to celebrate!!

Miss Melody Muffin

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Half NaNo Check-In Four and Tag

Last week I didn't write as much as I wished but... my stats for the week, from Sun to Sat are:

Word Count When This Piece of Craziness Began: 5,550
Total Word Count As Of Now: 19,557
Final Word Count Goal: 30,550
Daily Word Count Goal: (for last week) 1,500
Average Daily Word Count: varied widely  :)
Words Remaining: 10,993

And now the tag.  I do love tags!

~What's the name of your project? When did you first come up with the idea? And how long have you been working on it?
The Three Kyngdoms is the name of the series.  I'm still trying to come up with a satisfactory name for the first book.  I'm not sure when exactly the idea first came to me.  I have been fascinated by Arthurian Legend for many years and I'm the type of person who always wants to know what happened after the story.  What happened to Camelot after Arthur and Mordred's deaths?  Sometime in the last three or four years, the idea to tell the 'rest of the story' came, and here I am!  I've been officially working on it off and on for about two years.

~Sum up your novel in five words or less.

Unexpected paths.  Quests, battles, friendships.

~Who is your favorite character?  Tell us about him or her.

It is a tie between Astrophel and Seren.  Astrophel is the heir to the throne of Camelot, descended from Arthur.  He has been secretly trained as a knight, he is chivalrous and brave, but he is also shy and reserved.  Until recently he had no clue that he was anything other than the son of Sir Antor.  (Though he did suspect he was adopted.  I mean, wouldn't you if you were the only black haired, brown eyed child in a family of blonds?)
Seren is the sister of the heir to the throne of Cambria and also the heir to the position of Brynhildr, leader of the Valkyrs.  She is one of the best swordfighters in the three kingdoms and also one of the best horsewomen.  She does struggle with feelings of unworthiness and "Why me?" questions.

~Where does your novel take place?  What time period?

The land of 'Britain', known in the novels as Brythonia.  Time period, um, still trying to figure out the exact number of years since it is fantasy, and not historical fiction, thus it is set another world and not within the history of our world.  I'm pretty sure it is about the five hundredth year of the Dark Age.

~Do you have a theme song for your story?  What is it?

Several really.  One of the main ones is There's A Place For Us by Carrie Underwood off The Voyage of the Dawn Treader soundtrack.

~What's been the hardest part to write so far?

The filler scenes.  As in how to get from scene A to scene B.  I have to keep reminding myself to let go of my perfectionism, this is just the first draft!

~Which chapter was your favorite so far?

About the third chapter, when Caie and Astrophel formally meet Seren.

~Can you share one of your favorite snippets?  (One you haven't shared on your blog already.)

Choosing favorites is always hard.  :)

Then will she..." Seren broke off as a voice whispered,
"Drifa, I'm thirsty."
"Me too," a second voice whispered.
Everyone around the fire turned to the doorway into the main room.  Two boys in their early teens crept quietly in.  When their eyes fell on their older siblings they broke into surpirsed and joyful smiles.  Mindful of Helga's finger on her lips, they silently flung themselves at Seren and Llewellyn, greeting them with exuberant hugs.
"What are you doing up?" Rhianon hissed.
"We were thirsty," Berwyn told her innocently.
"You stayed up to be able to see Seren and Llewellyn," she accused.  Berwyn maintained his innocent face but a guilty flush stained Cadoc's cheeks, albeit his eyes danced with fun at the success of their stratagem.
"Well, we are thirsty," Berwyn protested.
Helga pointed to the bucket of drinking water by the back door.  "One drink for each of you.  Then it is back to bed and no more sneaking down or you will remain in the house all day tomorrow."

~Are any aspects of your story drawn directly from your own life?  Give us an example. 
Some of the relationships most definitely.  And certain details of many of the main characters come from my own experiences or those of people I know.  For example, I can certainly empathize with Astrophel's reserved character.  And his unwillingness to trust, even himself at times.

~Your main character gets dumped into a big city in the modern era (or if you're writing a contemporary work, he/she gets dumped in medieval London).  How does he/she respond?
I have four main characters so I'll just pick two, Iorwerth and Seren.  Iorwerth would be saying, "Oh, this is interesting, I wonder what it does?  Or this?"  Seren would constantly be checking around for traps or enemies, and thinking, "This is bizarre."

~Who's the funniest character in your story? Tell us why! Give examples! Support your argument.  :D

Well, Caie is pretty funny.  He is somewhat of a ladies man, with a quick tongue that sometimes gets him into trouble.

Astrophel reined his horse in, "Easy, Gwynt," he murmered.
"Tan is restless, too," Caie shifted in his saddle.
Astrophel patted Gwynt's neck, "They smell the forest."
"So do I," his brother's eyes gleamed.
Astrophel glanced sideways at him, "You're just eager to see that elven maiden again."
Caie tossed him an impish grin, "Guilty."
Astrophel shook his head in disgust.

And Llewellyn is always trying to liven life up for everyone else.  Sometimes Seren helps him, sometimes she lets him do the trouble making alone.

~If you were forced to eliminate a character from your story--just wash them clean off the slate--who would it be?

Arrgghhhh!  Way too hard a of a decision to make!  Um, probably one of the elven princes or princesses.  I wish I could leave out Achradina (an elven princess) but she is necessary for one of the subplots.

~Do you plan on writing a sequel to your novel?

At this point I am planning for a series of six books.

Miss Melody Muffin

Sunday, November 18, 2012

Half NaNo Week Three

So, having finished the third week of Half NaNo yesterday, where do I stand with my word count?

You don't want to know.

You see, the first two weeks were so crazy that I wrote less than 5,000 words all told.  So I have a LOT to catch up on.  I was informed by some of my family, that with everything we have going on right now, 25,000 words was too high of a goal to set.  As much as I don't want to admit it, they are right.  But, I am an extremely stubborn, rebellious person and won't give up yet.  I simply do not accept that fate.  (See this week's quote for my sentiments in a nutshell.)  I'm going to do or die trying.  :)

So my stats are:
Word Count On Oct 31st: 5, 550
Current Word Count: 13, 203
Final Word Count Goal: 30, 550
Former Daily Word Count Goal: 1, 000
New Daily Word Count Goal: 1, 500
Average Daily Word Count: N/A (This varied so widely from 4 to about 1, 500 that there isn't really an 'average'.)
Words remaining: 17, 347

That said, the story is coming along very well.  It is so satisfying to finally put down on paper what has been swimming around in my head for so long!

Favorite snippet written last week:
The two elves grinned.  "Well, we agree," Loreius said.  "But we've promised good behavior so of course, we must perform it."
"You are not off to a good start," a new voice spoke.  They turned to see Maron coming toward them from the armory.  "You should have left by now.  The Quino road lies that way," he pointed to the north.
Philippon made a face at his brother.  "We are simply saying goodbye.  Seren was kind enough to see us off.  It would have been unchivalrous to have rushed off."
Maron fixed him with a stern glare. 
Philippon sighed and muttered something to Loreius too low for Maron to hear.

I'll have more snippets up later this week.  And maybe some Beautiful People or character tags, depending on how much writing I can fit in.

Until next time!
 Miss Melody Muffin

Quote of the Week: November 18, 2012

William Wilberforce: Billy, no one of our age has ever taken power.

William Pitt: Which is why we're too young to realize that certain things are impossible.  So we will do them anyway.

Amazing Grace


I love this quote.  It is my absolute top favorite line from this movie.  My siblings and I say this a lot.  Especially when it looks as though we're about to try something daft.  =D

This is particulary applicable for me this month.  I'll explain why later tonight, in my Half NaNo post. 

Have a beautiful week!

Miss Melody Muffin

Friday, November 16, 2012

Poem of the Week: My Playmate

This poem is calling to me, trying to persuade me it has a story behind it that needs telling.  I'm trying to ignore it, trying to tell myself I simply do not have the room for another plot bunny... I'm weakening...!!!!


My Playmate
John Greenleaf Whittier

The pines were dark on Ramoth hill,
Their song was soft and low;
The blossoms in the sweet May wind
Were falling like the snow.

The blossoms drifted at our feet,
The orchard birds sang clear;
The sweetest and the saddest day
It seemed of all the year.

For, more to me than birds or flowers,
My playmate left her home,
And took with her the laughing spring,
The music and the bloom.

She kissed the lips of kith and kin,
She laid her hand in mine:
What more could ask the bashful boy
Who fed her father's kine?

She left us in the bloom of May:
The constant years told o'er
Their seasons with as sweet May morns.
But she came back no more.

I walk, with noiseless feet, the round
Of uneventful years;
Still o'er and o'er I sow the spring
And reap the autumn ears.

She lives where all the golden year
Her summer roses blow;
The dusky children of the sun
Before her come and go.

There haply with her jewelled hands
She smooths her silken gown,–
No more the homespun lap wherein
I shook the walnuts down.

The wild grapes wait us by the brook,
The brown nuts on the hill,
And still the May-day flowers make sweet
The woods of Follymill.

The lilies blossom in the pond,
The bird builds in the tree,
The dark pines sing on Ramoth hill
The slow song of the sea.

I wonder if she thinks of them,
And how the old time seems,–
If ever the pines of Ramoth wood
Are sounding in her dreams.

I see her face, I hear her voice:
Does she remember mine?
And what to her is now the boy
Who fed her father's kine?

What cares she that the orioles build
For other eyes than ours,–
That other hands with nuts are filled,
And other laps with flowers?

O playmate in the golden time!
Our mossy seat is green,
Its fringing violets blossom yet,
The old trees o'er it lean.

The winds so sweet with birch and fern
A sweeter memory blow;
And there in spring the veeries sing
The song of long ago.

And still the pines of Ramoth wood
Are moaning like the sea,–
The moaning of the sea of change
Between myself and thee!

Have a great weekend!

Miss Melody Muffin

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Today I Am... Apologizing

For having neglected you all for so long.  My life has gone from crazy to zany the last few weeks.  Stress, not feeling well a couple times, being overtired and a few unexpected things coming up; on top of everything that happens here on a regular basis, have left me with practically no time to write.  (Not only has my blog been feeling my absence but I'm several thousand word behind on my Half NaNo novel.)  I profusely apologize to all my loyal, wonderful followers.  Also, I know I haven't replied yet to emails from some of you, nor have I replied to all the comments you have left me here.  Again, I'm deeply sorry.  On a brighter note, I do believe I will be able to fit in more time now, so I'll be back to posting and replying.  =)

Here is what I've been doing the last couple days:

{writing}
The Three Kyngdoms.  I have a lot to catch up on if I'm going to make my 25,000 word goal.

{reading}
 The Princess Bride.  And re-reading The Hobbit.

{listening}
 To Christmas music!!!  I love Christmas music!  My favorite song is Do You Hear What I Hear by Third Day.  Casting Crowns and Chris Tomlin also have some amazing Christmas music.  And a host of others fill out my favorites list.

{watching}
 The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King.  Aragorn is terrific!!!!  And those costumes!!  And battle scenes!!  And horses!!

{looking}
At Pinterest and all the wonderful storyboards some of my friends have up on there.  I'm not a member, but I'm deliberating joining....

{learning}
That Latin is quite a fascinating language!

{feeling}
Tired.  As usual.  :)  I also have that odd feeling one gets when you are physically exhausted but mentally charged and bursting with energy.

{anticipating}
 Catching up on my Half NaNo writing.  And more snow so my family can engage in one of our favorite winter pastimes- snowball fights!  Fire away!!!

{wishing}
 Again, that I could just push a button and stop time.  I need more time to write or I'll go stark raving mad!

{loving}
 That Project Gutenberg has some very cool books on historical costume.  Now for the time to read them all....

Have a good day!!

 Miss Melody Muffin

Friday, November 2, 2012

Poem of the Week: Invocation to Sleep


Invocation To Sleep
Thomas Gent

Come, gentle sleep! thou soft restorer, come,
And close these wearied eyes, by grief opress'd;
For one short hour, be this thy peaceful home,
And bid the sighs that rend my bosom rest.

Depriv'd of thee, at midnight's awful hour,
Oft have I listen'd to the angry wind;
While busy memory, with tyrant pow'r,
Would picture faded joys, or friends unkind.

Or tell of her who rear'd my helpless years,
But torn away, ere yet I knew her worth;
How oft, though nature still the thought endears,
Has my worn bosom heav'd its tribute forth.

Come, then, soft pow'r, whose balmy roses fall
As heavenly manna sweet, or morning dew;
Beneath thy wings, my troubled thoughts recall,
And, haply, lend them some serener hue.



Miss Melody Muffin