Hey guys. Sorry I haven't been around it a.... while. *Ehem* Life has been crazy with the Night Of Classical ballet coming up and the constant head aches I've been getting (turns out I might need glasses), I haven't felt much like sitting infront of a computer screne and typing. But today I decided I'd force myself to do so. and already i'm getting one of those foggy head aches. Great...

ANYWAY. Enough of my complaining. A quick update on life. i know I promised this blog would make sence, but that blog might have to wait.

Right now life is pretty much stressful in every sence of the word. But not in an unhappy/depressing way. It's just stressful. But I'm happy to say that I've gotten allot closer to God this week and have realized allot of spritiual things (Which would take too much explaining on here). I'm basically living off of tea, "This strawberry walked into a bar..." fuit bars, and these weird mint things my mom has sitting around. Sounds like I'm going to make a pretty great writer someday... Typical.

My book is going... Well I guess. Isabel is depressed and confused, Aarron is in the brig, and Matthew is just being plain annoying. Hopefully the first conversation between Aarron and Isabel will clear some of my ideas up. Although I don't think Matthew will shut up for a while. Oh, how I long to kill him off.

Oh well. I guess the only thing to do is to sit back, think, wait, and drink my tea. *Takes sip... Nothing* Darn.

Well I guess I'll talk to you all later. Litterature is calling. Grrr.

With pleanty of love and blessings,

Thea. <3

Dear Sun, I Am Cold

First, I'm going to start with a question, IS ANYONE AS COLD AS I AM! BRRRR! I can't stand the cold. It's terrable. I mean, we're in the south! I thought one of the purks of being in a southern state was that it wasn't cold? That just shows what I know about the south. At the moment I'd rather be in MN right now. At least there their's snow. Lots of snow. And I'm not talking 3 inches like would be considered allot here. I'm talking feet. I'm talking about the type of snow that you can't successfully walk through. The kind you have to imediatly go outside and shovel a walkway to your driveway then shovel your driveway. (P.S. For rules and a realistic example about shoveling MN snow, go to http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAll&friendId=201526773&page=4 [it's the 3rd blog down and quite hillarious. I've had to go through it before]) The kind that leaves HUGE snow drifts about the size of a house! Yes, I know, hard to believe. Well, you better believe it, cause I'm not lying. Anyway, point is, it needs to warm up and quick.

Another thing I'm pretty much hating about this wether is that it's always raining. No sun, no sun, no sun. It's like the wether has so cleaverly planned it out so that it's raining on the weekends! Not ok. Rain clouds, how I dread you. One of the worst things about the rain is that it's overcast. Which means it's covering up the sun, right? Well, the sun gives us vitamins. If the sun can't get to us, we don't get those vitamins which make us joyful and want to go outside and take on the world. That's one of the reasons Minesotans are always depressed from October to June, they don't get sun. Thus, because of the lack of joyous sun, we're all blah. and I don't know about you, but I don't like blah. Blah and I don't get along, blah gives me head aches.

So I've decided to write our beloved sun a letter.

Perhaps if it works, the sun will grace us with its presents once again.

Dear sun,

I am writing to voice my concern about you rarely showing up in the state you love. Why is it you've suddenly gone? I asure you you've been missed. Even now I know there must be some helpless person on Facebook statusing about the wether and how you have left us in the clouds care. We're all quite worried and I'm afraid the wether has not been treating us well. I know head aches and lack of excercise have increased since you've left. Does this not concern you? I miss you oh so terably and would love it if you'd maybe visite one of these near days as you're passig by and stay awhile. Something I'm sure you would enjoy as well. I find myself day dreaming about you while watching the day slowly go by; For 'm sure the days go by faster when you're here. Is it that you don't like February? Or that you don't get along with Valentines day? Why you always leave this time of year always puzzles me. But I hope you're having a good time warming the Caribbean beachs.
I will conclude with my hope of you coming here. I so long to be warm and take a comforting walk to the park.

Your cold author, Thea

"You're my thoughts, your not suppose to fly! Come down!"

Picture this, your walking down a woody path, through a lush, green forest and suddenly, it starts narrowing. And you think, "Oh dang." Because, of caurse this happens offten and you know what's coming next.
The path disapears completely.
Yes, that's how I feel right now. (And no, this is not going to be a real deep blog.)
As a matter of fact, this blog is more for me to complain to whoever (if anybody actually does) read this. Because I'm getting lost. Lost in my writing. What can I say? I've hit a brick wall. Most writers have 1 of 2 problems. (I don't think it's possible to have both...) They either 1. Have way too many idea that keep coming and fitting together perfectly. (Which makes their books become epic novels like War And Peace. I think Christopher Paolini had that problem...) or 2. They have a very basic idea of what they want to write but know they need more. I, for one, have problem number 2. It's horrible! I'd rather have problem number 1. At least then I could sort through it all and have an amazing plot. I have an amazing plot, but I need MORE amazing plot other than just the basic love twist and what is basically going to happen. I need more than one epic battle. I need a dramatic twist that makes people stop... Reread the paragraph... And repeat. Something that makes your heart quicken and you're forced to put the book down and just think. I could be the only one that does that when I'm shocked, but still, there's a first for everything.

I lied in the first paragraph. My thoughts haven't stopped. They're just kinda floating above me and I need a way to piece them together. My mind is so unorganized...

I think you all got the idea I was just blogging to complain. And thank you if you've made it this far... Sorry about the unorganization of my blogging at the moment. I never have my thoughts pieced together when I blog until after I'm finished.

Which is why I'm blogging at this very moment! Hoping for willing ears to hear me plea my want of organized though, maybe my thoughts and/or ideas will become organized! Insperation of a type?

I get insperation/ideas on a whim. Allot of times in the car, sometimes while in the book store (of all places). OH!, I got one in the dentist today! Then I forgot it... I forget allot of my ideas actually. I'm quite unorganized when it comes to my thoughts. (I totally just proved myself. I think that's the third time I anounced I was unorganized in my mind) Does this mean I should cary around a note pad? Already do, don't use it. Although I sometimes write on my hand... My mother gets onto me for it... But that's beside the point! I don't even have a point. I'm just slapping random words down that seem to pop into my head at the time.

Actually, the point of this blog was to 1. Complain (which I have thurally done). And 2. Explain my book so far to it's adoring public. Even though it doesn't have one yet. But that's only a matter of time.

So, here it is. The rough draft so far.

 A girl named Isabel awakes from a dream of her fathers tragic death. Dreams that had been hauting her ever since the acident. But she only had one thing she could do. go on with her life and captain her fathers ship as he so elaberatly requested in his will. Mean while, the infumous Samual "Bright Eyes" Gouge is planning Isabel's assasination, but not before she leads him to the location of the ________ (I don't know what it is yet) that her father refused to give away. Knowing she knows who killed her father, Gouge apoints a young man of the age of 18 name Aaron to the task of sneaking on board the Red Skull as part of the crew and giving her just enough info to lead her in the general direction of the _____. Along the way, Aaron befriends Isabel and goes against his deal with Gouge. Bad idea. The rath of Gouge is on the whole crew now. And Spain. And england. And pretty much Isabel is everyones only hope. (You know, no pressure or anything...)

That was not the whole plot for I didn't want to give it all away.

Maybe I should just let the book write itself. It's all going to change anyway. That little voice in the back of my head usually rebels against the plan. And it's not like I'm going to get any ideas just sitting here all gittery from the box of chocolate I just ate and wearing down the spot in from of my head-board.

Ahhhhh. That place infront of my head-board. The thinking spot. The wonderful, wonderful thinking spot. But I'll talk more of that in a more serious blog.

I'm afraid dinner is calling and I'm getting a head ache from the computer screne. So, alas, it's time to say goodbye and goodnight. I love you all. And remember to fully support each other in every rediculous, crazy dream you have. As I do you. :)

Many blessings, Thea. <3



    There was complete silance between them as the two reflective sailors watched the horrizen. Dark, dreary storm clouds made a curtain which covered most of the last pomegranite colored light of that day, but not all. A single strip of pomagranite light could still be seen.

"The suns last shout of goodbye drowned out by the battle cry of the storm." A sigh passed Isabel's lips. "Making it no more than a wisper."

"But the sun will be back," Matt replied. "And out shine the storm."

Happy 2010!

Happy 2010 all! I'm happy to say that these are the first words written on my blog in the year twenty-ten. This is a big deal to me. Don't ask me why, things like that just are. Haha. So anyway, hope you all enjoyed the poem I spent an hour typing out of an old book with my brother sitting on the couch talking to his games, my mom chasing Maggie, my brother in law thinking he's gonna get killed by my dad for bringing home a new dog the week before, and my dad and sister Sarah discussing movies that only they would see. All the while my sister Allie was absent from the anual Doss New Years Extravaganza (that was not spelled right...) and probably on her face before the Lord in.... I forgot what state! Anyway, go sis! (P.S. You missed country fried stake two nights before... :p)

Point is, new years is incredibly loud around here, as you might have guessed. But this year God put something on my heart last night. And I feel that I should share.

Last night while reading statuses on Facebook I realized that every teenager, child, preteen, and adult looks forward to the moment the year jumps up one. And, being raised in the family I was, I started thinking about why everyone (including myself) looks forward to a simple number changing. I mean I understood why we were all excited to get out of 2009, but I wondered WHY everyone got all in a bundle for the next year and vowed for it to be diffferant, then the next year they do the same. My point is, I wondered why it was like a process. I'M NOT MAKING ANY SENCE HERE! Are you understanding... Am I making any sence??  No.... You'll understand by the end of this blog... Hopefully.

But I think we all have differant reasons for the year not being the way we'd hoped, and statused (Is that even a word?) about. MY reasons are always either 1. I make a lousy promise to God and to myself or 2. I just don't do anything to make the new year better! And I think that allot of us have those two problems with the new year. Some peoples might be differant, but I know allot of people that have the same problems as myself.

So I say we (or atleast myself) do something about it! Instead of just assuming that the year is going to be better because a number went one up, I'm gonna actually try to make it better. Are you with me?! Oh, how could you do that? Well I have a couple ideas that I'm going to do myself. Here's the chalange...

First, read your Bible more. Yes yes, I know you say you're going to do that every year. But this time, actually do it. Otherwise... You'll have a heck of a time trying to do the rest.

Second, fix that friendship that has just totally crashed and burned this last year. I know, it seems impossible! And you're probably like "But you don't know what they've done to me!". And you're right, I don't. But I know that God says to forgive each other over and over and OVER again. So do it! Don't be scared. If it takes all year to do it, then do it. And even if you wont and don't want to have the same relationship as before, it doesn't matter. Because it doesn't have to be as close as before. Just fix it. Nail it together, sand it down, and sit on it.

Third, befriend your parents. I warn you, don't skip this. In the future it'll save you allot of heartache, pain, missing out, and pretty much everything you think they cause. But the fact is that they don't cause any of it themselves. These past 3 weeks I've been working on this with my mom and it's absolutly paid off. I don't care what you think about your parents. You don't have to be buddy buddy if you don't want to. Just shape up your relationship so there's not tension in the room when your together.

 I probably just lost allot of you with that last one... Sorry guys.

Forth, start at least trying to change your mind set. If your always negative (like me) then try to start thinking a little more on the bright side. But this will probably just fall into place as you read your Bible and spend time with God. So I wouldn't fret too much about it.

Fith, last thing to do. Do that one thing you've always wanted to do. Like ALWAYS wanted to do. Write a song, take up an instrument, write poetry, write a book. Of course, these are only a few thing that you could possibly do. I believe that theres something that every single one of us have hidden in their heart that we've locked up. Do that one thing that's hidden.

     Once again, I'm doing all these things too. And if you feel like doing it with me, by all means, join me. :)

And that brings us to new years resolutions. Either you love them and they're virtue to you or you hate them. My opinion in that is that they usually don't go through too well. They never end up getting achived. I have had personal experiance with them. They don't work. However, I like goals... Am I making no sence again?? Sorry guys. So, I'm going to have a GOAL for the year. Ok ok, it's kinda like a resolution. My goal for this year (Which is also my fifth thing to do to make the year great.) is to finish my book and start trying to get it published. As you all know I had a run-in with a horrible problem and had to start rewriting the whole first plot of the first book. Talk about nail biting. So, my goal is to finish it. What is yours?

Anyways, that's all! I hope you at least think about the "things to do to make this next year better" thingy. Ha.

I love you all. Have a very happy new year, :)

Thea.

Introductional Poem To "Through The Looking Glass And What Alice Found There"

NOTE: I typed this whole thing up from an incredibly old copy of "Alice through the looking glass" which has been around for YEARS and YEARS in our family (I love it so much), so, I also typed up the typos to be authentic.

Book appraising lesson- Typos make an old book worth more. Thus, the more typos you have, the more its worth.  

Fairy-Tale By Lewis Carroll

Child of the pure unclouded brow
And dreaming eyes of wonder!
Though time be fleet, and I thou
And half a life asunder
Thy loving smile will surely hail
The love-gift of a fairy-tale.

I have not seen thy sunny face
Nor heard thy silver laughter;
No thought of me shall find a place
In thy young life's hereafter-
Enough that now thou wilt not fail
To listen to my fairy-tale

A tale begun in other days,
When summer suns were glowing-
A simple chime, that served to time
The rhythm of our rowing-
Whose echoes live in memory yet,
Though envious years would say "forgoten"

Come, hearken then, ere voices of dread,
With bitter tidings laden,
Shall summon to unwelcome bed
A melancholy maiden!
We are but older children, dear,
Who fret to find our bedtime near

Without, the frost, the blinding snow,
The storm-wind's moody madness-
Within, the firelights rubby glow
And childhood's nest of gladness,
The magic words shall hold thee fast;
Thou shalt not heed the raving blast

And though the shadow of a sigh
May tremble through the story,
For "happy summer days' gone by,
And vanish'd summer glory-
It shall not touch, with breath of bale,
The pleasance of our fairy-tale.

Hello All!

hey guys! First blog entry! Woot!... Ok I'm done. Anyway, this is my blog. Please do read it whenever you have the time. :)

Anyway, the reason I've made this whole blog thing is because well, I love to write. And whenever I have a random thought that i just really want mostly everyone know about, my statuses become incredibly long. Haha. So I figured this was the best way to get my litterary longings out in the open.

Ok, I half lied. That isn't the ONLY reason I made this blog. I also figured this was the best way to talk about, poll about, and post teasers for my books. Pretty cool, huh? ;)

So stay tuned and don't be afraid to comment! Everything helps.

Hope you like this, Thea <3