Bluebirds and Birch trees

What do you think makes a villain a villain? A question proposed by a friend over on NaNoWriMo, Leila offered a question that made me realize, that I might have a very complicated, yet possibly not all that hard to grasp, idea on what a villain actually is, and is not.  A villain needs to be lots of things all wrapped up into one, and often times not everything all at once. A villain is usually someone who has at least one keystone to their personality that either rivals, or is the protagonists fear and/or vice. For instance, two of my own characters from a novel I did in 2014.   V will be villain, P will be protagonist. V1: I am suave, I offer compliments and disguise my observations as questions to gain more information. As well as being versed in the language of the country I am in, my main goal is to operate in the shadows and go as unnoticed as possible, unless I see my spotlight waning. P1: I can do away with superfluous comments or manners, I will ask direct que

Or a day in life, both are correct when you think about it.  So a number of things are already happening today, and other things being planned on getting done today. But for now, as far as things have happened already today: Tai Chi, calculated my bedroom to see if I could survive living in a Japanese sized apartment (Which I could), got excited about re-hydrating myself (constant state of dehydration, you're going down.) to the point where I've given myself a painful case of the hiccups, and looked at some old family photos.  As far as what else is planned for today: Painting, eating lunch, some school I guess if I can actually grasp any of it, and getting rid of these hiccups!!  So apparently the average size of a Japanese apartment is around 1,300 sq. ft. My bedroom is (rounded up) 259 sq. ft. Yes, I have a very large room, but to be fair I've got it essentially set up as an ultra mini apartment, and could probably very happily live in something just as big. Just p

 So while I may not have anything wrong with my internal organs (praise God for that! I was freaking out so much this week) I do have very weak core muscles. My doctor told me to either take up Yoga, or some form of burst exercise (every day, for pretty much the rest of my life) (I am far to young to be experiencing the pains in my back that I am apparently, and I was gravely unaware of the fact). I opted to go the yoga route, which also led me to Tai Chi.  This was day one and I already feel a great difference in my body, almost like I'm more naturally energized than I have been in a long time.  I've also decided to buy a disk by a Tai Chi instructor, for doing at home. I'm very much looking forward to doing it more, and seeing the results over time.

 So much happened today, so I'll try to to this in some semblance of an order.  First off, today's excursion was a bit overshadowed by a doctor's appointment in the early afternoon, but the things leading up to it made it a little bit better by each little event, and a few others made the waiting for results far more bearable.  Things started off by going to a grocery store that my family loves, at which about five minutes into shopping, two little girls started saying. "She has a Elsa braid!" I had to look for a couple seconds before I saw them, and their mother was smiling at me and asked if I had seen the movie (Which I had). And the two girls continued to say I looked like Elsa, and every time we went past them in the store, one or both of the girls would stare at me until we were out of sight. So today, I was mistaken for a Disney Princess, and that made me feel wonderful!  Then, at the checkout of the same store, I got some free advice relating to coll

Because I am a writer and an artist, and because these were about the same price as all the boring stuff in the store--I bought some awesome writing and art supplies. So without any more delay, the spoils of war findings from today's adventure.   Mechanical pencils with woodland creatures! Foxes, hedgehogs (I think), owls, and racoons! Not to mention refillable, that's always a nice option. Washi tape and molded erasers! If you don't know what washi tape is, go look it up an oogle at all the designs available. They vary in sizes as well, this one is 1" wide, with a carnival design, I've already put a strip across my computer for a decoration. The molded pizza erasers actually come apart, the cheese layer and then the green and red toppings! Although some people collect them, I prefer to use them as they work very well with the types of paper I use. Might as well make what I use fun! Elephant note paper, and two googly eyed push pins

Austere : 1) severe or strict in manner, attitude, or appearance.  2) having no com forts or luxuries ; h ar sh or ascetic.   3) having an extreme ly plai n and simple style or appear ance ; una dorned.   4) designed to reduce a budget deficit, especially by cutting public expenditure .

 You know, I often don't give people around me the credit they deserve. I've been going to this church for about a year now I guess, and already they seem to know me more than those I spent longer time with in churches.  These people don't know about my bout with depression, anxiety, or hardly anything about my past troubles or what may cause me to be suddenly plunged into a period of grief.  Yet, they seem to always know when I need to smile. People are happy to see me, and that makes me feel important. They make sure to acknowledge me in a group of people, that makes me feel noticed. I am high-fived, or hugged more often than not by pretty much anyone who knows me, and that makes me feel special.  Thanks to an extremely important service today, I was able to finally see that the problems I have been having are not with me, but the people who rejected me.  I was rejected for three years and didn't really know it.  I changed so they would like me, but it never happ

 So once again I fail to post anything relevant to writing, or work on any of my drafted posts; especially the one on villains. That one I am very excited for even though it's long, and I hope it goes over well.  It's almost April, and Camp NaNoWriMo is on it's way! I'm in a cabin with 9 others from the Christian Teens Together forum on NaNoWriMo. It's looking to be a very interesting and hopefully lively year! (For writing at least, I'm not so sure about some of the characters when it comes to the lively bit... what can you say? We're writers!) I will say this much, this novel is looking to be very different compared to many of my other stories, main thing being: I wish to break social norms.  Romance is not dead. Love is not dead. Don't mistake lust for either of the aforementioned.  I will let this spoiler out of my novel; it will not contain a love triangle. Not only do I hate it when they are introduced to a novel without any rhyme or reason, bu

 So although a lot of the times it's fine if people don't notice things, but for some reason when someone does notice something about me, like the fact that I got new glasses, or am rockin' the one earring style, I feel really happy inside. Not really because of, "oooh, compliments!" (also, how do you respond to compliments? I'm running out of ways to say thank you) but because I feel happy that they took the time to notice something about me and to just, well, take the time to care about me and to talk to me and such. It's a happy and warm fuzzy feeling inside of me because, "You took the time to notice something about me most people don't, and I want to thank you for taking the time to say something nice to me. Even if at the time it might seem a bit insignificant."  Now that would be a lot to say every single time somebody did that, but in short it really makes me feel loved when people like to just point out little details like new glas

Blag, Blog, Bloooooooog. Tell me, did you read that last one with a oo like blue sound, or a long drawn out oh?  Either way it's still ridiculous and I love it because it messes people up and some days it's just a little fun to mess with people :) I really want this mug - awesome mug<---clickey clickey I also really want to write during Camp NaNoWriMo. That might sound strange but I am really pumped right now to write, and I am seriously messing up so many words right now that if I did not go back and correct them this would be a totally illegible blog post.  Someday I will post without any proofreading just to prove my point. That day I shall lose many writer-followers for being willing to post such a terrible monstrosity.  I shall therefore continue to use words like therefore and regain their trust.  In short right now, WRITING IS SO MUCH FUN! LIKE SERIOUSLY. IT'S SO AWESOME. I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT BUT I'M SO EXCITED AND PUMPED RIGHT

I was reminded earlier today that you really can do the impossible. Who was it that reminded me this? Myself. From five years ago. All to often lately I can feel my dreams and imagination getting smaller and smaller, shrinking just ever so slightly every single day.  But of all things to remind me that I have an imagination and can truly and really with all honesty do the impossible, was old artwork.  I remember how I felt when I drew those drawings, I remember how proud I felt of myself for accomplishing all that I did when I colored them and drew them with such confidence.  That is what I lack now. Confidence.  Confidence can be something you have, or something you learn. For me, it is something I had, and then lost, and needed to learn once again.  I've been contemplating selling artwork lately, to try and earn money and to gain something, what exactly I have no clue. But all I can think right now is that all I'm doing is I'm sitting on my hands and keeping everyt