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Even when things aren’t really supposed to make sense they can. I think that Yellavand sounds like an interesting name for a country and after reading it’s history it makes perfect sense, as does the name Eltsac which is the name of the capitol city.

But are the names pronounceable? Do they stick in the head and not sound too ridiculous? Ah, those are the questions.

I am currently doing a lot of background work on Elaine’s Pearls. That way at least I will know the reasons for things even if no one else does. And besides I don’t feel like working on the main body of the story so I may as well amuse myself with the ancient history of Yellavand(Which is Valley spelled backwards with a Land minus the L stuck on the end. Yellavland sounded too much like Yellow Land and that is certainly not the name). So far the history is quite interesting, but I’ve only gotten to the second king. I think there should have been quite a few kings between the original settling of Yellavand and the events happening in the story. After all, everything must make sense to me at least and then maybe it won’t seem to ridiculous to anyone else.

And though I may load down the book with occasional references to history I shall be careful not to interrupt the story too much with pages of historical events, like happens in Henty books for since the land and events are all fictional I won’t have the benefit of being “Historically Accurate” while boring the audience. And now I’m going back to the history of Yellavand, while it still is named Yellavand because if my family considers the name too ridiculous for use I’ll probably change it. But I do like Eltsac, maybe I should name the land that. Elthia of Eltsac, that’s another title that could work. Elthia of Yellavand not sounding quite as good. I had thought of Elthia Exasperated but that isn’t very accurate.

So now to end this post. And I do mean END

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Saturday I got to eat at Baskin Robbins and had some chocolate chip icecream, in an icecream cone no less!!! And today, at lunch, we had some delicious strawberry icecream! I am very fond of icecream:)

I am about to pack up my computer and put it in Harvey and then leave for somewhere to see a battleship. I will be back Saturday night. So goodbye until tomorrow night. Hopefully I will something to post about then.

“To the victor goes the spoils” has been a saying for a while but I now have written the losers part. “To the loser goes the bill”. That doesn’t seem to sound very funny just by itself but hopefully in the book it will be interesting. I suppose I really should not be listening to the Return of the King soundtrack as I write this story because it is getting rather violent. One main characters just punched a ruffian in the jaw and sent him spinning into a table at the other side of the room. So the fellow that got sent spinning into the table, breaking it, is going to be the one paying for the table as “To the loser goes the bill”.

This story is definitely different than the previous one. This one is very much an adventure story and I’m not certain I’m the best at adventure stories but I’ll find out when this story gets read. The characters don’t seem to be very well formed as of yet but by the end of the book they may get to be very defined.

I have a feeling I’ll be doing a lot of rewriting on this… AND my Mom probably won’t approve of all the action sequences that will undoubtedly end up in it. But hopefully it will still manage to be a humorous story despite it’s currently weak plot. I’m afraid it will be much harder in this story for everybody to live happily ever after for it is the Island of Death and with the amount of adventurers that go there and never return being a considerable it will be very hard to make this story meet with Mom’s approval. Bother. But at least she can use it as an example to my brothers that going to places that have a high chance of danger and are even named “The Island of Death” is a very bad idea unless you are the main character in a story and the authoress looks upon you favorably. Then you will probably survive to the end of the book if you are lucky no matter what adventures and hazards you may go through.

Now back to “The Red Diamond Necklace of Domanider”. I can hardly wait to get to the meeting between the beautiful heroine of the story and the handsome young hero. They haven’t met yet but they are about to. Hopefully… If I can stop writing this post and get back to the story and not fall asleep. Sleep does sound like a delightful idea though… I might just go to bed and leave the story at this very interesting point. I think I will.

Sounds like an interesting place does it not? Here is the full description from which that was taken,
“No one knows the exact location, but the necklace is supposed to be hidden somewhere in the Caves of Wandering which are located in the Mountains of the Dragons, which is in the center of the Desert of Thirsting, which is located in the middle of the Jungle of Dangers which is on the Island of Death which is surrounded by the Sea of Storms.”
Very interesting sounding place indeed. Currently I have a faily good draft of Elaine’s Pearls and since it doesn’t need anything much added to it and is a bit short by itself I was thinking of paring it up with the book that Elthia reads and having “The Red Diamond Necklace of Domanider” in the same book as Elaine’s pearls. So the title would be “The Red Diamond Necklace of Domanider and Elaine’s Pearls” or “Elaine’s Pearls and the Red Diamond Necklace of Domanider” or simply the classic, “What happens when a fifteen year old writes on her laptop late at night”(Read some old posts to get that one.) Or if I ever get this published(Which I have high hopes of doing so) the publisher will undoubtibly have some suggestions. Maybe “A tale of two necklaces” woudl be a good title or “Pearls and Red Diamonds”. Titles are difficult come up with.

Any way I am currently writing the Red Diamond Necklace of Domanider and feeling that the title is a bit too long as I have to type it all of the time in the story. I hope that this book will be as amusing as Elaine’s Pearls was when I printed it off for Daniel to read. My Dad picked it up and started reading it. It was a good sign when he laughed about as much if not more as when he was reading a “The Far Side” comic book.

And for those of you who are not fortunate to be in my family and who are getting a bit curious about this story, I hope it will get published eventually so you can read it and I can get some royalities. Then you will be supporting Bethjoy.com and me and ensuring that more posts get on here. I have just realized that Spell Check was not on so… I feel to lazy to go back so you can enjoy finding all of the spelling errors:)

The reason I am not posting Elaine’s Pearls on here is that if I post anything on here I probably won’t be able to sell it as it will be on here where anybody can read it for free. Which is why I am somewhat reluctant to put some of my stories on here. But since I also want people to read my website I am putting some things on here. AND maybe excerpts aren’t the whole book but if I do put an excerpt on here I’ll do after the book gets published that way you can go out and buy the book and find out just how somebody who rambles as much as I do could actually write an interesting book with human nature accurately portrayed and the great emotion of love tackled. And if you do find out be sure to tell me because I had no clue I was doing that.

I suppose I ought to stop typing this and get to work on The Red Diamond Necklace of Domanider, but I hardly feel in the mood to write a perilous journey to the harbor of Radgal where a ship might or might not be obtained to go to the Island of Death. Somehow I think I could have made a much more cheerful title for that Island and as I, Elizabeth Von Fange, am in complete control(more or less) of the story I may change it. Which is another reason I am not posting much on here is because the stories change and evolve as I write them and the original idea is sometimes very different from the finished product.

But I suppose I’ll stop posting now since I am now briskly typing and my fingers feel ready for more action. Actually they don’t but I may as well give myself delusions of grandeur and maybe if I tell them they are ready to type a masterpiece they’ll be able to write a decent rough draft and not make too many mistakes.

I suppose I should go over this for grammatical errors etc. but I don’t feel like it so have fun finding all of them.

Mom has been lecturing us on safe driving. Leaving a lot of room around your car, driving the speed limit, and a lot of other stuff. So this morning, after Mom was mentioning our safety again, I wrote this poem. I’m not driving yet and I have no intention of driving for a while. So here it is, this masterpiece of a poem.

My Mother told me of dangers
Dangers deadlier than of old
All about tailgaters and traffic cops
and reckless drivers bold

She told my brothers to be careful
As they drove upon the road
So they would not end up dead
Or in a hospital bent and bowed

The terrors she described to me
As happening in parking lots
Where old ladies do not look back
Where kids end up squashed tots

Made me feel unsure of my safety
Ability, and desire to drive
So to avoid the dangers of driving
I plan to wait until I’m Twenty-five!

Then I shall be very careful
Careful driving down the road
So that I shall not end up dead
Or in a hospital bent and bowed

NOTE: this post was written last night around midnight but due to a lighting storm I was unable to post it until now.

I do enjoy writing stories that show the beginning of things, even if that beginning is different than the actual beginning. Right now I have been rambling on in a text box for a bit and have just written the plot for a very interesting story involving the invention of the dishwasher. I’ll have to study a bit about dishwasher maybe so I know how to invent one but it may be an interesting story, and then again it may not.

Elaine’s Pearls is definitely better than I thought it was. It still needs a bit of editing but it doesn’t need as much adding to it as I thought, though it still might be a bit too short for a published book. I’ll have to look into that…

Oh, and here is a bit of poetry of my own composition. I felt like writing poetry and this is what came of it. I am definitely printing this off and bringing it to breakfast tomorrow morning. Poetry is actually easier than I thought, if you aren’t too particular about it.

Five Random Attempts at Poetry

Poem 1

She didn’t heed the warning
No, she heeded it not at all
For though they had warned her many times
She still ate ice cream in the fall

She didn’t heed the warning
No, she heeded it not at all
For though they had warned her many times
She still had stomachaches in the fall

Poem 2

The tower stood there, tall and old
Like a hero, strong and bold
Though it’s insides were decaying and cold

The tower was owned by a man
Like a hero tall and tan
Though when danger approached he ran

The tower had in it a large cat
Like a hero, sly and fat
Though wherever he went he smelled like rat

The tower owner brought a bowl of milk
Like a hero, smooth as silk
Though no adjective rhymed with milk

The tower eventually fell down
Like a hero, grey and brown
Though it did deserve a crown

Poem 3

No I will not, can not, shall not
Eat a bowl of heaping rice
With a tempature that
Can be compared with that of ice
For if I did so I would have
A stomachache that would not be nice!

No I will not, can not, shall not
Write a second stanza for this poem
With a rhyming way that
Can be compared to that of Noem
For I cannot think of more to say
So this will have to showem

Poem 4

The fly said to the caterpillar
As it landed on its tail
“It must be bothersome to be a caterpillar
and to go as slow as a snail”

“Oh no” replied the caterpillar
To the fly upon its tail
“It is very enjoyable being a caterpillar
and going as slow as a snail”

The fly said to the caterpillar
As it sat upon its tail
“Would you rather be a fly than a caterpillar
And fly faster than a snail?”

“Oh no” replied the caterpillar
To the fly upon its tail
“I do not want to be a fly instead of a caterpillar
And be faster than a snail.”

Poem 5

The wind was blowing softly
Then it blew into a gail
As the wave swept boat
Came to shore bringing the mail

There was no one to get it
For it was also raining hail
So the captain decided
That they must deliver the mail!

So the crew braved the weather
And they struggled up the trail
To the lonely post office
Where they would deliver the mail

They banged upon the door
And they hit it with a flail
At last it was answered
Then they delivered the mail!

There was only one letter
It was even written in Braille
But still it was a letter
And it had been sent in the mail

I was deeply complemented when he said that my characters were not like paperdolls and had character traits and qualities of there own. He also said that the story was very interesting. He couldn’t finish it as he had to be going somewhere else but hopefully he will finish it tonight. I’m glad he likes it. I heard a few laughs while he was reading it so apparently I did not completely leave out humor. I wasn’t focusing on it when I was writing.

I don’t think I mentioned that as Sunday was father’s day we went to an Italian restaurant called Bucca de Beppo and had chocolate cake. They have the best chocolate cake there! Then later, since Mommy was hungry for ice-cream sandwiches we got sugar free ice-cream sandwiches! They also were delicious. I’m writing this down so I’ll be able to remember why I haven’t been feeling well these past few days. The odd thing is, I’ve gotten more writing done than usual. So maybe sugar has a good effect on my writing:)