Poetry

Hi!

I've been fiddling around with the design here. I've changed the font for the post title, as you can see. I may change the font for the actual post too.

I'm thinking about changing the background. Would you hate me terribly if I changed the background?

I have a couple poems for you! This first one is not written by me:

 Good-bye, Hello! by Laura Purdie Salas 

Good-bye, blue sky
Hello, walls
Good-bye, sidewalks
Hello, halls
Good-bye, seesaw
Hello, seat
Good-bye, messy
Hello, neat
Good-bye, barefoot
Hello, shoe
Good-bye, old clothes
Hello, new
Good-bye, cookouts
Hello, cooks
Good-bye, boredom
Hello, books
Good-bye, walking
Hello, bus
Good-bye, lonely
Hello, us
Good-bye, sweaty
Hello, cool
Good-bye, summer
Hello, school! 


(That was a pain to type ;)

This poem was written by me. I wrote it for school last year. It took forever to get right! Since it was for school, I couldn't write whatever I wanted, however I wanted. I had to add a simile, a metaphor, the right meter, alliteration, etc.

Wolf by moi 

A fat, full moon sits in the sky. 
The dry, dead leaves of autumn lie. 
A creature dark sits on the hill. 
The wind sweeps through the midnight chill. 

The stars are out, they shine dim light. 
The yellow eyes like fire bright. 
With pangs o' hunger large, he prowls. 
Then lifts his silver head and howls. 

Took, SO many drafts! Comment and let me know what you think!

In other news, it's my dad's birthday! Happy birthday Dad!!!

:) 

--Abby, who needs a cup of tea

I am really very bad at volleyball.

Today in P.E., we had to play volleyball. If you've read the About Me page on my blog, you know that I am not athletic. Like, at all. I try to be, but ever since I got hit in the face with a soccer ball (TWICE) I'm freaked out around balls. Soccer balls, volleyballs, basketballs... It sounds ridiculous, I know, but I'm only freaked out by them if they're actually being used properly in their proper sport, I guess you could say. Me dribbling a basketball with Blaze in our front yard, not a problem. Throwing a volleyball around at school with friends, no big deal. But if I'm on a team and we're actually playing basketball or something, then I get nervous. I am strange.

Back to volleyball. I was on my team and really hoping I wouldn't have to serve, because I honestly can't serve. Then my teacher tells me to serve, and I said, "I can't serve!" He says something along the lines of, "Practice makes perfect!"

...

I. Fail. At. Sports.

But I digress.

I post a lot.

Claire's story is going great, thankyouverymuch. In that previous post, I think I titled it "Claire", I made my characters sound mean. THEY'RE NOT! I was being weird. So yeah, every once in a while, they will take over a bit, but I'M always in control. Mainly. Kind of. Mostly?

And it's not always bad when they take the reigns. Claire's taking the reigns a little and her story is coming out amazingly!

That's all I have to say.





Bye now!

--Abby

A short post

So. I feel like posting.

School's going fine. I got into honors English!! It doesn't feel special though, and on Thursdays I have a double period of it.

Do you know what this means??????????? An hour and a half of English; SOLELY ENGLISH. 

Yes, I do love English class. BUT an hour and a half of any subect is pushing the limit for me. I'm one of those people who will love something, maybe even really love it, but can only take so much of it. English class is one of those things.

Forty-five minutes per period is good people!! No need for double periods!

Besides that, this year is looking pretty good. My Latin teacher is really fun and hilarious. Science is stretching my brain, as mentioned before. Math is hard; over the Summer I forgot a lot! I couldn't remember how to do a problem like this:

6 is what percent of 120?

or

4/5 of 72 is what number?

Blah. I hate math.

Dinnertime!

--Abby

Last day of Summer people!!!

Tomorrow is school. Correction: Tomorrow is high school. I'm a freshman. I don't feel like a freshman... Aren't freshmen supposed to be mature and stuff? I still love pegasus and candy and Disney movies. Heck, I'll be drawing Elsa for all eternity! It's a curse I tell you... Those songs are addicting...

Anyways. This year looks pretty interesting. I'm really very happy with who my math teacher is going to be this year. Theology is never extremely hard. Except exams. But I don't have to worry about exams until December. Science is going to be a brain stretcher. But it's going to be an awesome brain stretcher! We get to learn about black holes and such. We kinda started talking about them last year, and even that little bit of information we learned made me rub my temples and think, "Ooooooooooooh my brain is not used to all this stretching..." BUT it's going to be really interesting. I love learning about black holes and others space stuff like that because it's so crazy and different and you can't help liking it! Did you know theres no time in a black hole?

*mind blown*

I was planning on writing a poem about the end of Summer, but I didn't have time this morning. I had to go to the orthodontist to get my braces tightened, then I was obsessed about finishing this book, so I never got around to it. I think I'll make it an impromptu poem. I do those a lot now.

End of Summer by moi 

From beaches to classrooms, 
From comic books to textbooks, 
From vacations to field trips, 
From Summer to school. 

From boredom to busy, 
From shopping bags to backpacks, 
From sleeping in to alarm clocks, 
From Summer to school. 

From T-shirts to uniforms, 
From couches to desks, 
From bare feet to Keds,  
From Summer to school. 


Oh, yay! Another poem that doesn't rhyme! 


OKAY OKAY so it's not my best poem ever. I got writers block on the second to last line and so I thought of bare feet, but I wasn't sure what to compare it to. So I went with Keds, because those are what I wear to school.

And no, I don't read comic books. Okay, I will every once in a while read Calvin and Hobbes, but I don't usually read them. I wanted to use lockers in one line, but I couldn't figure out where it would go...

Anyways, it took me about five minutes to come up with that, so that should explain why it's so bad.

So yeah, wish me luck tomorrow. The first day of school is somewhat intimidating. It stares at you and growls, "MUAHAHAHA I have you in my clutches for the next nine months! PREPARE TO DIE!!!"

Summer, please come back... 

I like this cause it makes me think of Summer 

So yeah, wish me luck in ninth grade. I wish you luck in whatever grade you're about to enter into.

--Abby

Sunday; the day after Saturday and before Monday

(As you may be able to tell, I don't know what to call this post)


Today we went to the Latin Mass, which was beautiful as always. During communion, I noticed a woman carrying a little boy back to her pew. They passed one of the Stations of the Cross, where our Lord is carrying his cross, and the little boy points up to it and says something like, "Look! Look!" For some reason, this scene kinda stuck in my mind. It was almost as if this little boy was saying, "Look, Mommy! That's my Savior dying for me!"

Or, I don't know, maybe he was pointing at the pretty colors in the picture.

On the way to Mass, we passed by an air show thing, where an airplane was doing these tricks and leaving a white trail of smoke. It was pretty cool to watch. On the way back from Mass, we passed by it again, except this time it was a helicopter. A helicopter! And it was doing even crazier stunts than the plane!
Some things we said while watching the crazy helicopter:

"I never knew a helicopter could do this." 
"The guy in there must be really nauseous." 
"Don't worry, I bet he's got a barf bag." 
"That's crazy!" 
"That person's insane." 
"I'll bet Abby wouldn't be able to do that without throwing up." (THANKS BLAZE!!!)
"Yeah, I bet I couldn't either." 
And then, my favorite. This is from Ronnie:
"I see it! It's POOPING!" (Here referring to the white smoke) 
Do all two-year-old's say stuff like that? I guess so.

In other news, the school picnic is today. The park that it's at every year is close enough to walk to from my house, which is nice. This is Blaze and Penguin's first year at this school, and I'm hoping they won't have a lot of trouble getting used to the whole routine and everything. They've been home schooled up until now. I started school in sixth grade, and it took a little getting used to; the early mornings, all the homework, the deadlines, etc. It's a big step from home schooling to going to school. Luckily, they're going into sixth grade and fourth grade, and at my school, those grades are pretty chill. You don't really move from room to room and you only have two or three different teachers. So, I think they'll do okay.

Last night my siblings watched Tarzan, and I watched a few minutes of it with them, so every once in a while now I'll talk in a British accent. Disney is awesome guys.

I should go get ready for the picnic. Cheerio, pip-pip, huzzah and all that.

--Abby

KIVA and aerial

For a few years now, I've been doing this thing called KIVA. It's where you can loan $25 to someone trying to start a business or trying to earn money for food or clothes etc. They have a list of people from all over the world you can loan to.
I found Lorna yesterday. She's a married woman with four children and lives in Kenya. She's trying to sell tea leaves to earn money for her family. I chose to loan her the money because a) I'd like to help her out, and b) I love tea...

Yesterday in aerial, I learned a new move on the hammock:

This is not me, by the way 

It's called an outside split. It's pretty complicated to get into. It doesn't look like it, but it is. It involves a lot of twisting; both getting in and out. I'm not very good at twisting. I realized that half way through doing this move for the first time. XD

So, I recommend giving KIVA a try. You could change a life.

Ladida.

Off I go.

--Abby

Me and my egg problems

Thats right. I have problems. Surprise, surprise.

Today I was pealing a hard boiled egg and Mary Rose asked me if I like egg yoke. I didn't answer because I actually don't care for the yoke sometimes, but I didn't want to hurt the eggs feelings. Then I stopped and thought, WHAT THE HECK?? EGGS HAVE NO FEELINGS!! WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME???

Suddenly I've become concerned about the feelings of inanimate things. The feelings that don't exist.

Right now, my brothers are playing Lego Star Wars and arguing about pizza.

Blaze: You took the last piece of sausage pizza! 
Penguin: No I did not! 
Blaze: Yes, yes you did, I know you did! No! Wait let me on the walker! 
Penguin: Fine, fine.
Blaze: No, you're going to double cross me. I have to kill you first. 
Penguin: You're standing on my button! 
Blaze: Get off my button! 
Penguin: I think the TV gave up on us. 
Penguin: Got to get Darth Vader... Where is he...
Blaze: Kill him. 
Penguin: SHOOT HIM!! 
Blaze: FIRE SNIPER RIFLES GO GO GO!!! 

I'll stop there. I think I'd better leave the room soon. (When I asked them if I could put their conversation on my blog, they let me so that "we can be famous!", as they put it.)

This was basically a short post to let you know that I care about the feelings of eggs and that my brothers like Lego Star Wars.

Blaze: DIE DIE DIE YOU MUST DIE!! 

Adieu.

--Abby

Beach days

Alrighty. Beach days.

Yesterday, we went and met with some friends at the beach. I have these friends that I've known since we were one or two, and it's always a lot of fun to see them.
Anyways, we like talking about Percy Jackson and what the next book (The Blood of Olympus) will be like. I think we've decided that Rick Riordan is going to kill Leo, since he's the "seventh wheel." Plus, he made that promise to Calypso that he'd come back and rescue her from her island, so it would make a lot of sense if he died. I don't like Frank, but my friends do, so we're not exactly sure what Rick Riordan will do to him...

If you don't read Percy Jackson, then A) this will have made no sense to you and B) GO READ IT!!

Today, I met my class at the harbor near my house. It was fun, there are a lot of shops there and for some reason we tend to go into the hat shop a lot and try on a bunch of hats without buying any. They had some pretty interesting looking hats there too; hats that looked like animals, fedoras, big poofy hats with flowers and bows, etc.
We went to the beach too, and my jeans got SOAKED. And sandy. Thats the worst. Basically, we climbed rocks, buried people, and got really wet. XD

I get to go to the beach again tomorrow. I can't imagine living somewhere where you can't go to the beach every day like this....

School starts in eight days. Only eight more days...

And because I like doing impromptu stories, poems and stuff, I'm going to write an impromptu poem about the beach, since that seems to be the theme of this post. I named it The Sparkling Sea, but its not just about the sea, its about the whole beach:

The Sprakling Sea by moi

Waves crashing,
Seagulls singing,
Foam splashing,
The sparkling sea.

Surfers surfing,
Ice cream melting,
Sand castle building,
The sparkling sea.

Hot sand burning,
Hair flying,
People laughing,
The sparkling sea.

Sand dunes rising,
Smiles growing,
Always loving
The sparkling sea.


I got writers block after that third stanza. Then I thought of sand dunes.

Now I will go eat. The only thing I had to eat at the harbor today was ice cream. And I split a coffee thingie with my friend. And these peanuts I got that I thought were normal peanuts, but they were Japanese style. Spicy...

--Abby

Impromptu story

Yes, I did change the font. Like it?

I feel like writing, so I'm going write something right now and post it. Impromptu story time!!
I feel like writing a memory. Let's see...
I got it!! Ok, this is a night about a year ago when my dad, Blaze, Penguin, Mary Rose, and I were flying to Boston:

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It was cold. 

The parking lot seamed to stretch out in all directions, filled with cars, but no people, except us and another family waiting with us. 
I shivered and sat down on my suitcase. "Dad, what time is it?" 
Dad looked at his watch. "About 11:15." 
The only light was from the street light above us, next to where we were waiting for the shuttle to come and take us to the airport. 
My siblings were getting restless, wondering aloud when the shuttle would get here. I put my head on my fist and tried to get comfortable. 
"Hey!" Penguin shouted. "I see it!" 
I leaped up, along with everyone else. We cheered when we saw the headlights of a shuttle, then groaned when it drove away in the opposite direction. 
"Great," I mumbled under my breath. I sat back down and rubbed my arms. The darkness of the night seemed to deepen as we waited. Every minute felt like an hour, and soon I felt like we would be there forever. Forever sitting in the cold, under this graffiti-covered street light, lost in this sea of cars... The thought made me shudder. 
Blaze's shout brought me back to reality. Before I could process what he had said, a light was shone in my eyes. I blinked and saw a shuttle pull up. Dad was telling Mary Rose  to back away until the door opened as I grabbed my bag, relieved to finally be away from this shuttle stop. 
We all piled on, Mary Rose barely making it before the doors closed again. We threw our bags onto the racks and sat down on the blue benches. The shuttle moved forward, and I fell a little, as there were no seat belts and I had forgotten to hold on. I grabbed the seat and looked out the window. The sea of cars seamed to have no end. Suddenly, I was thrilled, and I sat back and tried to relax, knowing I wouldn't have much of a chance to do it again until we were on the plane. 
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For those of you who have never been on a plane, it's quite an experience. For those of you who have never been on a plane late at night, it's a thrilling experience! For some reason, it's so exciting to me to go on a plane, especially at night! Waiting for the shuttle, riding the shuttle, going through security, boarding the plane, etc. etc. And doing it at night takes it to a whole different level. For me anyway. Some of you may not agree.
Anyway, that night kinda stuck in my mind. I may be doing a lot of impromptu stories because I like them.
Farewell, puny mortals!

--Abby

I drew Elsa!!

And it's not that bad!

Ugh, I need a scanner. Badly. 

I hate taking pictures of my pictures. It never comes out right. I'm sorry about that...

I'm extremely proud of her hair. Extremely. But I think her braid's too long. Her right eye is a little funky. I might fix that later.

Close up

So, I'm going to try and see if I can find a scanner to use for future drawings.

I bid you adieu!

--Abby

Piano lessons

Today, Blaze and I had our first piano lessons! I've always wanted to learn a musical instrument, and now, I'm working on two: piano and guitar. As a father's day present, my dad had me work on guitar for a half an hour each day for thirty days. I improved a lot!
Back to piano. I really like my teacher. She's super nice and makes playing piano look easy! Blaze had his lesson first, and I sat down to read my book. But I barely got through a page because I could not take my eyes off of Blaze's fingers moving across the keys. He is really good! I had one of those proud-big-sister moments and basically smiled like a lunatic for most of his lesson.
Then my lesson came and I realized how awesome it feels to hear music that actually sounds like music and to know that you're the one making the music.
I had never really seriously thought about taking lessons until one day at school when I got hurt in P.E. The school nurse was helping me and she remarked on my long fingers and asked if I played piano. Then my grandma started taking lessons and asked if Blaze and I wanted to start and now I'm glad I said yes.

And now I want to shower and eat because we got back from the beach a few minutes ago. But first I want to share a poem I wrote on Saturday. I was really sad when I wrote this because I found out that a really good friend of mine is moving away:

Broken in Half by moi 

I was given a gift 
A gift that was you 
One year, I spent 
Holding onto you 

Then He looked down 
And found me content 
My life was fine
My life was pleasant 

He said, "What she needs 
Is to know who I am, 
The things I can do, 
That I indeed can 

Take all that she has 
And through it away. 
Don't get too attached 
Don't hold on, I say." 

So now you are gone. 
I need to let go. 
Not hold on so tight. 
My broken heart, sew. 

*sob* 

Yeah. I'm still working on that last line. What else rhymes with "go"...

But I guess it's true. God can give and God can take away.
I'm going to sign off before I go off on a rant.

*more sobbing*

Ok, ok, I'm going.

--Abby

Claire

Hi all!

I want to introduce you to a new friend of mine.

Claire

Meet Claire! She's from the early eighteen hundreds. I'm currently reading Pride and Preudice, so I'm stuck in the early 19th century England for a bit. Bear with me.

So Claire is one of my characters. You'll probably hear me talk about her often, until I finish her story, or get bored of it. Which I'm hoping wont happen. Sometimes when I'm writing stories, my characters will take over, and then it gets ugly. Every once in a while, the story turns out fine. But usually, if the character takes over, it gets ugly. So this is me when I'm writing and I no longer have control:

• "NO!!! I DON'T WANT YOU TO DIE!!!" 
• "Oh, it's ok, no one needed you anyways..." 
• "WAIT NO I NEEDED YOU!!" 
• "Ugh, does he have to do that?" 
• "THAT WAS MEAN! TAKE IT BACK!" 
• "tsk tsk, anger issues..." 
• "But what if she's a water bender or something, that could-- (character who is now running the story interrupts NO ABBY! NONONONONO!!) ok ok, you're the boss"   

*sigh* 

Anyway, I really like Claire, so I'm hoping that does't happen. If I'm lucky, and if my character is nice enough, I can eventually regain control. But not until there has been some destruction. So, naturally, I have to go back and clean up the mess.

I may have problems.

We are having some family drop by for a few hours. They're driving back home from their family reunion and are passing though. I'm excited because one of my cousins, who on here I will call Maddie, has been my best friend since we were little tiny people. But we only get to see each other a few times a year because they live so far away.

And so, because I'm stuck in the early eighteen hundreds, I shall go have tea with Claire and discuss the story.

Good day.

--Abby

Zoo Trip

Today we went to the zoo. The animals are always so cool to watch, and the zoo we went to has so many! Penguin was especially excited about--surprise, surprise-- the penguins. Mary Rose likes the section with the bugs, snakes, etc. which I find strange. I hate bugs, and snakes scare me. Ronnie will wander around and cry when she's too short to look into an exhibit. Blaze is usually the one who helps her up. He's also the one who will say random facts about the animals that make me think, why is he so darn smart?
My favorites are the cats and the birds. Especially the snow leopards. Theres also this section for Asian birds that I like.
Lilian liked the snow leopards too.

Things Lilian said while at the snow leopards exhibit: 
1) I'm gonna name him... Gracie!
2) Whoa, they're fighting! Awesome!
three minutes later 
3) They were fighting!
a minute later 
4) Cool... They were fighting!

Yup. She was fascinated.

On the way home, Blaze and Penguin sat next to each other in the car. NEVER a good idea. They were cracking up the whole time. Penguin was fake dying, they were making up their own lyrics to songs, Blaze was making some puppets dance, they would fake fight, and every once in a while I'd here "Put a cork in it!" from Penguin, and "We're going to die. We're all going to die." from Blaze. And then, of course, we can never have a car ride without Penguin waving to/shouting at strangers.
My brothers are crazy insane different. It's awesome.

Topic change.

We have this tree in our backyard that we climb a lot. Today, Lilian climbed the highest she's ever gone, to this one branch the boys and I like to sit on. Once she got there, she declared, "I made it to my first big kid branch!" Congratulations, Lil! We're all very proud of you. She and Blaze celebrated on that "big kid branch" by doing dot-to-dots and then putting weird faces on the people in the pictures.

I have a poem about the beach I'm writing. Well, I haven't written it yet, but I'm forming it in my mind. I also have a lot of story ideas piling up in my mind, and I need to start writing them before my mind explodes.

I'm off to read. My List of Books to Read is growing rapidly with Pride and Preudice and The Diary of Anne Frank in front, and Agitha Christe close behind.

--Abby

In which Abby goes on and on about dancing.

So, yesterday I had aerial.

Aerial is so awesome in so many different ways. When I did ballet, we were doing the Nutcracker, and in the angel scene they brought in some aerialists. I would watch and think, wow, why am I not doing that? Shortly after, I quit and I had no idea what I wanted to do next. Then my friend said she was starting aerial, so I thought I'd try it too.
Wow, I wasn't really planning on sharing my "how I got into aerial" story when I started this post. What I'm trying to say, I guess, is that I'm sooooo glad I started aerial. Do I miss ballet? Yes. Do I miss ballet a lot? Yes. Do I miss it enough to start doing it again? Nope.
There are a lot of differences between ballet and aerial. Ballet is way more strict. The teachers are more strict, everything has to be perfect, and it's way more demanding of your time. Aerial is not like that. The teachers are pretty chill and let you go at your own pace. They don't make you do something you're not comfortable with, but they also push you to try new moves. Aerial also takes up a lot more energy, because you're using your arms and legs to hold yourself up in the air. My teacher is awesome, and works us really hard, but she's super nice.
Yesterday, we had what I call a quiet day in the air studio. A quiet day is when there's not a ton of people. In my class, there's only three kids, including me. My class is at the same time as a tumbling class, which usually has a lot of kids in it. But yesterday there was only two. Quiet days are nice, there's not a lot going on, so it's not as distracting. Everything slows down and it's more peaceful.
I always feel exhausted after an aerial class, which is good. In ballet I never got sweaty and tired. I wasn't worked as hard. In aerial I feel like I'm getting a real workout.
But I do love ballet, and I definitely miss all the performances I did. I loved getting into costume, and doing rehearsals for hour after hour. And then getting butterflies backstage right before we went on. Or stretching in the dressing rooms with the other performers. In ballet, it felt like one big family. You were friends with the other dancers, the teachers, everyone. We would even give each other Christmas gifts. I think thats what I miss most about ballet.

Ok, that was a rather long speech about dance. I think I'll sign off now.

Until next time, readers!
--Abby

Story time!

I think my dad is anxious for me to post a story. So, here's one I wrote a while ago when I really wanted it to rain. I'm either going to call it The Dark, Wet World or Still Me. Comment and let me know what you think! 

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   I sat at my desk wondering what to write. The sky was dark and rain fell like silver bullets, soaking everything that wasn't protected. Thunder roared and for a quick moment, a bolt of lightning appeared, as if trying desperately to be noticed in this dark, wet world. 

   A day like this should not be waisted on homework. I got up and went downstairs. A day like this one, I thought, should be spent with a good book, a thick blanket, and a cup of tea. 

   I curled up next to the fire and wrapped myself in the thickest blanket I could find. I wrapped my fingers around the steaming mug before me and took a sip. The hot tea burned my tongue, but I didn't set it down until I absolutely could not stand the heat any longer. 

   Then, I picked up my book and opened to page one. As I read the words, my imagination took me to far away places where I went on adventures, did new things, fell in love with some characters, and despised others. 

   But in the real world, I was still on the sofa, I was still in my home, I was still me. The rain kept pounding on the roof, the wind whistling a strange tune, and the thunder, the mighty, powerful thunder, laughing loudly at me from the sky. 

   But I noticed none of this, for in my world, I was off riding pegasi, fighting villains, saving the world. My world. 

   All the while, I was still here. Still me. 

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*sigh* 

It's a short story, but I like it. It's a little, uh, dramatic I guess, but I love stories like this, where it's a person sitting there, thats all they're doing, but you can fill a whole page, even two, about what they feel, see, hear, smell, maybe taste, etc. etc. I love details. Details are my friends. 

So, I guess thats all for now. We're going to the beach today. Maybe I'll write another story about the beach... 

Oh, and I guessed the culprit AGAIN in another Sherlock story!! I'm on a roll. 

I will leave you with another failed attempt at art: 

"I'm siiiiiingin' in the rain!" 

For some reason, she's walking in the rain on the street. Under a street light. Which I'm proud of, by the way. It didn't turn out as horrible as I had thought it would. 

Sometimes, I pretend I can draw. 

--Abby

Warning: this post contains spoilers. Read at your own risk.

I'm in the middle of reading The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, and yesterday I read The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle. And I TOTALLY knew who the culprit was!!! So take THAT, Ryder!! If a fourteen-year-old girl, who has never been able to guess the culprit in any Sherlock Holmes stories before, can figure out who did it, and be right, then you should've found a better hiding place for the stone, Ryder. Seriously, stuffing it down a goose, then loosing the goose? Shame...

If you haven't read that story yet, mea culpa, mea culpa. But, I did warn you in the title...

I found this thing called Sketchbook Pro, and it looks pretty cool. The only problem is, I don't know how to use it. If you have any experience with it, please let me know, because I'm in the dark about it.

I'm also trying to figure out why all my posts are going on google plus and if I can stop them from doing so. This whole blogging thing is still new to me. ;) Bear with me for a while until I get the hang of it.

Here is a sketch I did of Sherlock, because I'm kind of obsessing over the book right now.

"Come Watson, the game's afoot!"

His hands turned out HORRIBLE HORRIBLE HORRIBLE. HORRIBLE. Here was my reference picture. My sketch looks pretty bad next to it.

Sherlock Holmes

OK, Blaze, I know you're laughing about how bad it is right now, and frankly, I couldn't agree more. XD

I was bored, okay? 

I was working on facial expressions. She's supposed to be hearing something shocking, so thats why one ear in slightly higher and bigger than the other.
I'm fairly happy with how her hair turned out. Hair is the hardest part to draw for me.

Thus ends another blog post.


--Abby XD

Rain, Poems, and Lucy

It's raining.

RAINING!!

Well, it was earlier. But seriously, it's August! And where I live, it never rains!! It's still over-cast and I'm hoping for more.

Meet Lucy!

Sorry, I drew Lucy on my English note paper so you can kinda see my notes in the photo...

Lucy is one of my characters. I mentioned I'm not an artist, but Lucy is easier to draw because she's not supposed to look realistic. She's supposed to look kind of animated. Basically, she loves books, is a really good student, is very shy, and is a bit of a neat freak. I'm not sure why I made her looking uncomfortable, but I think she's embarrassed about the book-mess surrounding her.
Every time I draw Lucy, she looks slightly different. It's aggravating, not being good at art. Anyways, I love Lucy. She's so sweet!!

One last thing: I wrote a poem last night I want to share with you.

Seasons by moi 

Waves and sand, 
Ice cream in hand. 
Sing low, sing high, 
To the deep, Summer sky. 

Falling, falling, 
Red laves flying. 
Orange and gold, 
Autumn, bright and bold. 

Crystal white snow, 
Soft morning glow.
Winter, pure white 
Is a dazzling sight! 

Pale pink petals, 
Silver, cold rain, 
Announcing that Spring
Has come, yet again. 


Ladida.

--Abby, who is mad because she made tea before posting and now its cold.

       

      

   

Yay! First Post!

Hi! 
Welcome to Quills and Curtsies! This blog is where I go to when I need to organize the many thoughts that run crazy through my head. So prepare for stories, rants, and random things that don't make any sense here, but in my mind make perfect sense. 


I hope you have fun reading my blog. It is mainly for my writing and writing tips I will randomly give out. But be prepared for other things as well. (My sisters plans for world domination are still being made, but that will be posted. Read with caution.)

So, welcome to my world.

Brace yourselves.

--Abby