the Princess, the Swordsman, and the Saddle Maker

Hello friends. I'm happy to say that my writerliness-inspiration has returned after a week or two of drawing, reading, and photo-ing. That is, not to say that I didn't write, but only that I didn't feel like working on or devising any new novel/novella ideas.
But now I do.

I have this annoying habit of not finishing projects. Unfortunately, you're the one who gets more annoyed with it then I do---therefore, I go happily skipping to and fro from work space to work space and leaving the mess for you to sort and make sense of. That's how it is with my books and writerly-work.
For the past few hours I've been rebounding some old and recent (though more recent then old) ideas in order to create myself a nice little fantasy whim that I can use to keep myself busy. I miss writing fantasy. I really do. Not that I ever actually wrote (or have written) much at all, but after working my brains out on Upper Class last November (which, by the way, is still stuffed somewhere in the deep dark dank places of this computer's hard drive), I sort of started missing my made-up worlds and valiant swords-persons and archers. Not to say that futuristic post-apocalypse stories aren't enjoyable to write---on the contra'y, m'dear---but they just don't hit the spot like a good castle-and-dragon plot will.

So as of this minute I've got this going for me: (because I'm a nice person, I will show you my hard work)

For the first time ever, I actually did a very rough outline of the entire length of the book (it's only a prequel-type and leaves a large gap to fill with sequels) and made...CHAPTER TITLES.
(Keep in mind that I've only just done this within the last five hours. Everything is bound to change)

1. "Cameleopards at Daybreak"
2. "The Training of Geoffrey"
3. "A Pilgrim from Iseas"
4. "A Fit Saddle and a Crossed King" 
5. "Castle Corrupted"
6. "Blood, Fire, and Thieves" 
7. "To Save the Princess"
8. "A Circus Dissolved"
9. "The Girl in Irons" 
10. "En Route: the Exit"

And I'll go even further...CHARACTER NAMES. o_O

Milou Starr 

(That's "u" with one of those weird little apostrophe thingies above it.)

Leoy Cezna 

(Not Leroy. Leoy. LEE-OI. Leoy.)
Logan Tummat 

(Ha. Tummat sounds like Tennant. Just...realized that.)

Germione Raggart 

(To the few whom I spoke of that dream to: Ha. I told you I would.)

Geoffrey [of] Monmouth 

(Yes, yes. I see your confusion. But it's not what you think---I promise.)

See what happens when I take a break of writing? My brain gets all fizzy with ideas, that's what. Off to go write before I lose it all and start dragging. Somebody tell me I'm a genius.

With love and mad scientist smiles,

Kismint

Slide Shooooooooooow

I take pictures on walks around my house.

Song: Stop Don't Stare || One Republic

Like a Snowflake

In ode to January.

* * *

I am cold. Like a snowflake. I dance and sparkle and squeal with joy as I float to the earth---to the people who watch me with wide eyes. This is my stage. I perform here and now. This is my song. I choose to sing it loudly. And when winter ends, I only hope that you'll be the first to remember me. Remember the ice, the sleet on the sidewalk and the frost in the windows. Remember the way you smiled by the fireplace and the times that we laughed together with our eyelashes white with sugar crystals that fell from the sky. And don't forget.

Don't forget, even in the summertime when the firework nights are never ending, that I'll return. And then you'll find your winter wonderland again.

Someone To Carry Me

Today something stands out. Today I thought about how wonderful God is. How He opens His arms for His children. Today I felt like crawling into His lap and just sitting with those open arms wrapped around me.
Nothing's easy. Easy was never promised to us. But those killer decisions, those trials and tribulations---right now those are the hardest. To be smart, to be wise, and to avoid the consequences of not being smart and wise...well that's painfully difficult sometimes. And you can't do it alone.
But---as I remind both you and myself---with Jesus, I don't have to be alone. No longer is it impossible. 
There are doorways and trap doors, castles in the sky and caverns undersea, golden brick roads and rickety old bridges, and not one of them that you'll have to whether without a Friend by you. 
My strength might be sapped, but I don't need it when I have someone to carry me. 

Hope forever and always,
Kismint

50 times thankful for the little things

Playin' up the class *flips sunglasses down*

I've put down the pen, paper, and keyboard and picked up the pencil, sketchbook, and camera, so to speak. By now you know that I'm always jumping back and fourth between words and pictures, and right now, I'm running on a whim that's composed of snapshots, cartoons, and art graphics. Fun stuff.

Alas, that means that I've little to tell you, and even less I want to write about.
Therefore, for your entertainment, I've decided to spend the remainder of this entry to write lists.

(in my eyes)

WHAT MAKES THE WORLD A BETTER PLACE:

The sun
Jesus Christ!
Quietness
Laughter (when the quietness gets old)
Washing machines
Lazy Saturdays
Paper hearts
The way rains smells
Birthdays
Ambient music
Humming birds
Mismatched anything socks
Singing in the shower
Eating outside
Bubble wrap
Gel pens
Calculators
Rhyming words
Notebook paper
Nighttime
Smiles
Words marching across the page
Flowers
Plaid
Clouds
Neon green
Hot water
Ice cubes
The tick-tock of clocks
The way the wind goes "whoosh"
Stringed instruments
Footprints
Grass
Starlight
Whispering
Sketchbooks
Slippers
Airplanes Aeroplanes
Modeling clay
Tree houses
Grasshoppers
Hobbits
Potatoes
Paper clips
Wrapping paper
Movies
Lampposts
(felt-tipped) Sharpie markers
Hershey kisses
The word "Gesundheit"

What's on your 50 times thankful list?

K-Minty

Given I complain about this far too much already...

Algebra.

Typical Thursday

I like the song Rainbow Veins. Sometimes the randomosity of it reminds me of how my own brain works.

A silver palace on a green hill
In ice and winter's wrath and chill
Gleamed in the eve of yester-year
Where those who fought fought for the dear
Above it is the mist of sky
In cloudy form of dreamer's eye
And flowers lay in shadow great
Of sunlight weakening and nighttime state

The silver castle on the mound 
And dancing figures all around 
Recall the time of victory gleam
That was a futile, hopeless dream

(Kismint Plinkadink)

So tell me, tell me, how are you? Have you bested dragons?  Defeated fears? What finds and treasures have been stumbled upon as of the year and month and week and time in question?

I've pray little to tell you about. Just me being a bumblebee with school and deadlines. Soon I'm to go and ride a horse or two unless it rains. Just'a typical Thursday. Y'know how it is.

And thus concludes entry 1/10/13.

God bless,
KaPlinkadink