(First off, thank you so much for your comments! Don't worry, I wasn't really going to delete my blog. Sometimes I just wonder if anyone is actually finding a point to what I'm writing. But thanks again. I saw that I had seven comments to publish and you should have seen the look on my face!)
My room was a wreck. Seriously, I think that was the reason why I was getting sick so many times in a row. One stomach bug, four colds, and one cough/fever since December 17! All my used tissues were ending up on my dresser or on the floor beside my bed. Because I'm so busy, I would just throw my clean laundry on my bed, and then move that to my chair at night. School papers, writing papers, and just papers were scattered all over my desk, and I had insulated the windows by stuffing wads of quilts and dirty clothes on the sill. Can you say...germ heaven?
Never again! Today, I cleaned (and I mean cleaned) my room. I actually washed the windows! I actually organized my drawers! It's amazing. Now all I need to do is arrange my books in alphabetical order. =)
How to make your room look clean in five minutes:
1. Get rid of the papers. With tissues, scrap paper, and cough drop wrappers scattered on my dresser and floor my room really looked worse than it was. Papers just take up so much space and look so cluttered. Clear those out, and your room looks nicer already! Besides looking cluttered, I'd imagine stuff like dirty tissues can be pretty bad for your heath.
2. Pick up the clothes. If you're like me, you find putting away your clean laundry to be pretty time consuming. Actually, it really only takes a couple minutes, and the longest part is to get around to it. Dirty clothes should be put in the hamper as soon as possible. Like paper, clothes take up a lot of space on the floor and really make things look worse than they actually are.
3. Straighten the miscellaneous dresser/shelf-dwelling creatures. Everything looks so much better with your shelves in good order! Even just compacting things on the shelves can give the illusion of an organized and neat room.
Honestly, once you've done those three things your room can look amazingly neat for just about five minutes of work! Of course, I actually vacuumed my carpet and dusted my shelves and washed my window, but those are really just deep cleaning.
Next tough project: saving enough money!
God bless,
Izori
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Friday, January 28, 2011
Something Missing? Like, Me?
I can't believe it. If you've been following me for a long time, you'll know that until recently I blogged every single day! A gap of more than one day between posts was really rare, and now...how long has it been since I last posted? A week?
I have severe writers block. I cannot even write an essay. I am serious. All my writing sessions end in me staring frustrated at the computer. I mean, come on! Just last week I wrote a 1,000+ word essay contrasting Christ and Gandhi, and now I can't write about the Black Death, Florence Nightingale, and germs?
I'm not sure quite what to think of it. Part of it, probably, is just because I've been feeling kinda blah. Just kind of like I'm in a little bubble, and nothing touches me. I wasn't even really excited that it snowed.
So up until here this was a pointless post, but I would like to ask a serious question. If I deleted this blog, what would your reaction be?
Izori
I have severe writers block. I cannot even write an essay. I am serious. All my writing sessions end in me staring frustrated at the computer. I mean, come on! Just last week I wrote a 1,000+ word essay contrasting Christ and Gandhi, and now I can't write about the Black Death, Florence Nightingale, and germs?
I'm not sure quite what to think of it. Part of it, probably, is just because I've been feeling kinda blah. Just kind of like I'm in a little bubble, and nothing touches me. I wasn't even really excited that it snowed.
So up until here this was a pointless post, but I would like to ask a serious question. If I deleted this blog, what would your reaction be?
Izori
Friday, January 21, 2011
The End of the Quest
Nothing clicked.
The stones were smooth and gray, lifeless in her ink-stained hands. She shifted, the pebbles grating under her shoes. In vain, Izori tried once again to press the two objects together, hoping for something to change. The cool, indifferent faces of the stones stared blankly back up at her. Nothing.
Sighing, Izori flung them away onto the enormous pile, watching them tumble and clank against their brethren before she stared up into the black sky. A bitter breeze shifted her unkempt hair.
All ink-bloods had faced this quest. So many had declared victory against the stones, mastering them at last. She was different.
How long, she thought, have I been doing this?
Years, the stones answered her. You've been here for years, trying to break our secrets.
"But you're not telling," Izori said aloud into the night. The pile of stones did not move, but lay in the night like a monument erected to remind her of her hopeless quest. Slowly, she reached down to touch the cold surface of another stone.
With a startled exclamation, she brought the new stone up to her face. Somehow, it was different. It's gray sides dipped in to form a tiny bowl, like the mouth of a volcano, and Izori knew that she had seen a match.
Frantically, she leaped up and charged the indifferent, mocking mountain of rocks. Where was it? She desperately dipped her hands into the smooth stones and they tumbled down the mountain face to get out of her way. In her mind's eye, she saw the rock. She had tossed it away, like all the other unwanted stones that made the mountain.
With an exclamation of satisfaction, she held up a small pebble. Then she raced back to where she had left the dished stone, bounding over the dark ground. Kneeling, for a moment she stared at the two objects.
Hardly daring to breathe, Izori gently set the pebble inside the dish. For a moment, nothing happened and her heart sank like the ominous tones of a minor chord.
A faint glow sprang up from the two stones. The dawn of the day. The end of the quest. Izori noticed her hands were shaking so much that she could hardly scoop up her prize--those two humble stones that fit together like pieces in a puzzle. Black with the ink stains of a years work, her hands were illuminated in the triumphant light.
"I found it!" she shouted aloud.
___ ___ ___ ___
Yes, indeed, it's been well over a year since I wrote my first book about the land of Caeleryn. In some ways, the quest is ongoing--I'm still revising my books. But in a very important way, my quest is over. Finished at last!
For the life of me, I could not think up a title for my book. So many thoughts ran through my head, but nothing connected.
That was written in the past tense, happily.
*takes a deep breath* I THOUGHT UP A TITLE!!! OH, YEAH! LET'S PARTY!!!!
Ahem. I thought up a title. Finally. Now that's over, I can take a deep sigh of relief. That was a weight off my shoulders!
The title I think will work is Myths Rising. Isn't it wonderful? *sighs in rapture*. I really like it.
On a scale of 1-5, how do you like that title? Would you want to know what the book was about if you saw a title like that? What image does it give you?
Yours oh-so-thankfully,
Izori
The stones were smooth and gray, lifeless in her ink-stained hands. She shifted, the pebbles grating under her shoes. In vain, Izori tried once again to press the two objects together, hoping for something to change. The cool, indifferent faces of the stones stared blankly back up at her. Nothing.
Sighing, Izori flung them away onto the enormous pile, watching them tumble and clank against their brethren before she stared up into the black sky. A bitter breeze shifted her unkempt hair.
All ink-bloods had faced this quest. So many had declared victory against the stones, mastering them at last. She was different.
How long, she thought, have I been doing this?
Years, the stones answered her. You've been here for years, trying to break our secrets.
"But you're not telling," Izori said aloud into the night. The pile of stones did not move, but lay in the night like a monument erected to remind her of her hopeless quest. Slowly, she reached down to touch the cold surface of another stone.
With a startled exclamation, she brought the new stone up to her face. Somehow, it was different. It's gray sides dipped in to form a tiny bowl, like the mouth of a volcano, and Izori knew that she had seen a match.
Frantically, she leaped up and charged the indifferent, mocking mountain of rocks. Where was it? She desperately dipped her hands into the smooth stones and they tumbled down the mountain face to get out of her way. In her mind's eye, she saw the rock. She had tossed it away, like all the other unwanted stones that made the mountain.
With an exclamation of satisfaction, she held up a small pebble. Then she raced back to where she had left the dished stone, bounding over the dark ground. Kneeling, for a moment she stared at the two objects.
Hardly daring to breathe, Izori gently set the pebble inside the dish. For a moment, nothing happened and her heart sank like the ominous tones of a minor chord.
A faint glow sprang up from the two stones. The dawn of the day. The end of the quest. Izori noticed her hands were shaking so much that she could hardly scoop up her prize--those two humble stones that fit together like pieces in a puzzle. Black with the ink stains of a years work, her hands were illuminated in the triumphant light.
"I found it!" she shouted aloud.
___ ___ ___ ___
Yes, indeed, it's been well over a year since I wrote my first book about the land of Caeleryn. In some ways, the quest is ongoing--I'm still revising my books. But in a very important way, my quest is over. Finished at last!
For the life of me, I could not think up a title for my book. So many thoughts ran through my head, but nothing connected.
That was written in the past tense, happily.
*takes a deep breath* I THOUGHT UP A TITLE!!! OH, YEAH! LET'S PARTY!!!!
Ahem. I thought up a title. Finally. Now that's over, I can take a deep sigh of relief. That was a weight off my shoulders!
The title I think will work is Myths Rising. Isn't it wonderful? *sighs in rapture*. I really like it.
On a scale of 1-5, how do you like that title? Would you want to know what the book was about if you saw a title like that? What image does it give you?
Yours oh-so-thankfully,
Izori
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Yeah, I know...again
I'm going to take another break. Not from blogging--from this blog. Not that I've been posting on here extremely often, but I've made some other commitments to post on other blogs, and I'm starting to neglect them. So for the next, oh, week or so I'll be concentrating on the other blogs.
On a lighter note, I'm beginning to recover from a recent bout of writer's block. Just in time for a fight with carpal tunnel syndrome and another cold. (I'm beginning to lose count of the amount of colds as I'm buried under a barrage of used tissues. Disgusting) Perfect timing, but whatever.
I shall return!
Hugs & Blessings,
Izori
P.S. Here are the other blogs! Check them out, comment, follow...the usual...be a lone ray of sunlight in my shadowy world of biology and algebra and X and Y and Gandhi and preterite tense verbs...I should make a song about that...
Traveling Tales
White Rose Valley
Anecdote
On a lighter note, I'm beginning to recover from a recent bout of writer's block. Just in time for a fight with carpal tunnel syndrome and another cold. (I'm beginning to lose count of the amount of colds as I'm buried under a barrage of used tissues. Disgusting) Perfect timing, but whatever.
I shall return!
Hugs & Blessings,
Izori
P.S. Here are the other blogs! Check them out, comment, follow...the usual...be a lone ray of sunlight in my shadowy world of biology and algebra and X and Y and Gandhi and preterite tense verbs...I should make a song about that...
Traveling Tales
White Rose Valley
Anecdote
Saturday, January 8, 2011
I. Just. Saw. Toy. Story. 3.
I love movies. I'm a visual/tactile person, and so movies rock. But there's something special about animated movies that...I don't know...they just are so awesome. How To Train Your Dragon, Cloudy With A Chance Of Meatballs, stuff like that, but I think the best ones are the Toy Story Trilogy.
I know, my family is really behind the times. We just saw Toy Story 3 on Friday. I ADORE Toy Story I and II. I really hoped that III could wrap them all up satisfactorily.
You know how I was obsessed with Lord of the Rings? Well, Toy Story III is right up there with it! All the Toy Stories in fact.
OMGOODNESS!ILOVEDITILOVEDITILOVEDIT!
Ahem.
Andy looks so grown up! It's unbelievable! And El Buzzo...*insert screams of laughter*.
That movie is so good. I'm glad Woody stuck with the others.
"To infinity and beyond!"
Hugs & Blessings,
Izori
I know, my family is really behind the times. We just saw Toy Story 3 on Friday. I ADORE Toy Story I and II. I really hoped that III could wrap them all up satisfactorily.
You know how I was obsessed with Lord of the Rings? Well, Toy Story III is right up there with it! All the Toy Stories in fact.
OMGOODNESS!ILOVEDITILOVEDITILOVEDIT!
Ahem.
Andy looks so grown up! It's unbelievable! And El Buzzo...*insert screams of laughter*.
That movie is so good. I'm glad Woody stuck with the others.
"To infinity and beyond!"
Hugs & Blessings,
Izori
Friday, January 7, 2011
Lack of Inspiration
That's a bit fancy. What I'm really afflicted with is quite simple: I can't think up a single post! I partition that we just blame it on the algebra and continue.
A lot has been going on lately, which really explains the 'Lack of Inspiration'. Seriously, I haven't written ANYTHING for the past week.
On a lighter note, I seem to be on a record of three colds in a row! Wait. That's not a lighter note.
I seem to have spies. Kara and Galdor both have brilliant blue eyes (Peter and I have brown) and they're both peeking around the corner of the computer room. And now Galdor's trying to rip me out of my chair.
If you don't hear very much of me, consider me kidnapped by aliens...or Galdor...or algebra, whichever you prefer.
Izori
A lot has been going on lately, which really explains the 'Lack of Inspiration'. Seriously, I haven't written ANYTHING for the past week.
On a lighter note, I seem to be on a record of three colds in a row! Wait. That's not a lighter note.
I seem to have spies. Kara and Galdor both have brilliant blue eyes (Peter and I have brown) and they're both peeking around the corner of the computer room. And now Galdor's trying to rip me out of my chair.
If you don't hear very much of me, consider me kidnapped by aliens...or Galdor...or algebra, whichever you prefer.
Izori
Friday, December 31, 2010
2011
What I learned in 2010:
That God gives and takes away, and He uses both to make us beautiful.
That pickle ice cream really needs to be improved upon.
That being popular isn't always the best thing to be.
That God gave me my talents and attributes for a reason, although I can't see it right now.
That although it's peaceful to get caught up in the little things and the moment, the more we do that the more moments and little things we miss.
That there are only 24 hours in a day, and they're gone whether or not we use them wisely.
That there's nothing really wrong with the color pink, just as there is nothing wrong with acting like a girl, because I happen to be one.
My New Year's Resolutions for 2011:
To read my Bible everyday, because I really want to get to know God better.
To be a better steward of my body, money, and time, because they belong to God, not me.
To be a better sister, daughter, and friend.
Have a Happy New Year, everyone!
Hugs & Blessings,
Izori
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