Hello again, dear friends!
It's been so long, you must think I've quite forgotten I even had a blog!
I've been incredibly busy with school, sports, family life, chores, Christmas preparations, school, and oh, yes, school. Between it all, I've had little time to read any great books, and even less to write mine, like I dutifully promised.
I am now seventeen years old, which is a bitter sweet milestone for me. I had hoped and dreamed to be finished with the first draft of my book at this age, but alas, it is not to be. I have not put in the time to finish it yet.
Book update: I am about a third of the way through writing the first book. It is a slow process, friends, but I can't say I've been completely faithful and diligent in its writing.
Anyway, I did not write this post to bemoan the wonderful book I should have written by now, but to celebrate a little accomplishment: I worked on my book today!
Yes, yes I did. Did I write a whole chapter and figure out all my characters? Hardly.
But it was SO fun.
I went with my dear friend Caitlin to McDonalds (because, you know, it's where are the hipsters go) and we had coffee. We both worked on our books for a good two-and-a-half hours. It was a grey-sky kind of day, with a bitter, biting wind and occasional flurries of snow. A perfect day for a cozy peacoat, a blue scarf, boots, my book, delicious coffee (if you haven't tried their caramel mocha, you have not yet lived), and the company of a good friend.
I realized how ridiculously complicated my book is...and how much I like that. I like all the depth it has, even if it would take 24 hours to explain all the facets and subplots of my book.
Mainly, today, I just typed up what I already had written. But, progress is being made, friends! And some day, this crazy, half-mad, complicated, lovely, daring, exhilarating story in my mind will make its way onto paper and into your eagerly awaiting hands.
Until then, I will celebrate every little moment in its progress. Today, it was typing. Tomorrow? Who knows. I am suddenly loving my book all over again--and I don't mean that in a haughty, prideful, or pompous way. I just love this tale of adventure and love and courage and hope...and I'm hoping some day, you will too.
One coffee date at a time, this book will get done! Carpe diem!
How Writerly!
A place where books, writing, Catholicism, thoughts, ideas, and the nonsensical ramblings of my brain are all mixed into one. A brew of my favorite topics that's almost as good as that of my favorite coffee. Almost.
Writerly (Rye-ter-lee) adj. : Of or relating to something that makes one want to dash off and write a story/and or reminds one of something they saw in a book. Example: The antique store, with its tall shelves crammed with unique trinkets and baubles, had a writerly atmosphere that the girl recognized as soon as her foot crossed the threshhold.
Friday, December 21, 2012
Sunday, September 9, 2012
Character Profile: Dreya!
Well, seeing as this is my thirtieth blog post (celebrate every milestone, folks!), I thought I'd do a little character info. on the woman of the hour (or, of the book), my main character, DREYA!
I have been developing (and still am) this character since I was eleven. She's come a long way. Anyway, as she stands right now:
Name: Dreya (no last name as of this moment)
Living family: Father (who works in a quarry) and mother (but Dreya doesn't know this)
Age: 16/17
Features: Long, straight, sleek dark brown hair; slender frame; tan, freckled skin; bright green eyes; high cheekbones; a dimpled chin
Skills: Sword-fighting, weaponry, medicinal training, horseback riding
Personality: Clever, laid back, kind, compassionate, fiercely loyal, duty and honor bound, sometimes rash
And now, some pictures, so as to help you (and me) visualize my protagonist!
Imagine the following things on her:
I have been developing (and still am) this character since I was eleven. She's come a long way. Anyway, as she stands right now:
Name: Dreya (no last name as of this moment)
Living family: Father (who works in a quarry) and mother (but Dreya doesn't know this)
Age: 16/17
Features: Long, straight, sleek dark brown hair; slender frame; tan, freckled skin; bright green eyes; high cheekbones; a dimpled chin
Skills: Sword-fighting, weaponry, medicinal training, horseback riding
Personality: Clever, laid back, kind, compassionate, fiercely loyal, duty and honor bound, sometimes rash
And now, some pictures, so as to help you (and me) visualize my protagonist!
Imagine the following things on her:
Hair.
(this woman is mcuh older than Dreya, though)
Hair.
And because Arwen rocks.
Dress (this is Dreya's "village/traveling" dress)
Smile.
Eyes.
(Yes, this startling shade of green!)
Hair.
(this is not the exact color of Dreya's hair, but the length and straightness are correct)
AND FINALLY...
Freckles, eyebrows and lips.
(this is pretty close to how Dreya looks overall)
There you have it. My main character (as best as you can imagine her). I hope you like her appearance, though, if not, you'll just have to grow to like her personality when you read my books!
Happy Sunday! Let me know what you think of my "oldest" character!!!
Saturday, July 14, 2012
Character Profile: Taryn
J.M.J.
SO, I'm starting something called "character profiles" for each of my major characters. It will help me (and you) wrap my brain around the characters' looks/general information.
First up, merely because I started a post on him already, is Taryn!
(Taryn, just in case you don't know, is the "romantic interest" for my protaganist. Without too many spoilers, they go through many trials, fall in love, and get married. Their love is deep, beautiful, selfless, genuine, endures the test of time and the pain of separation, and is all for the right reasons. It is what love should be. My goal is to show what a healthy and beautiful relationship can be and I plan on using their story to show that.)
Here are some things I have established about him recently (facts from book 1). Try not to swoon at his amazingness! ;)
-He will be introduced (even though at the end of the book) in the first book, Beneath the Black Sun.
-He will already be enlisted in the Rebellion (before Dreya is).
-He will not be raised by dwarves, nor will Dreya meet him on the dwarf island, Ceradon, though they will journey there in the second book with Aurora.
-His talents include (but are not limited to!): hunting, tracking, archery, and navigation. (he's outdoorsy)
-He will be a prisoner at the same time the good King is, and Dreya will free him, along with other agents, when she rescues the king.
-He is a great listener, compassionate, steady, fiercely loyal, intelligent, and understanding.
-He is from a very poor family, and his mother and sister live in a hovel on the outskirts of Silver Fin (capital city of Erelia). He is trying to raise money for them, and believes in the rebellion cause.
-Dreya is 16/17 (TBD) in the first book. He is 18.
-He becomes Dreya's closest friend, besides Aurora, because of their compatibility (she makes him laugh, he tells interesting stories, their families are both poor, their closeness in age, they both believe in the cause they are fighting for, etc.).
-LASTLY, he can grow stubble..................So there!
And finally, some pictures of actors* who look slightly (maybe even just one trait) like Taryn:
Hair.
Eyes and nose.
Stubble. And face. (And marry me please?)
Smile.
Hair (again).
Eyes. (and backround!)
*Try to look past the vain poses they're striking.
OKAY. Now, do you see the Taryn I'm going for?? I told you not to swoon! teehee.
Taryn: dirty blond, straw colored hair; dark brown eyes; tall; great smile...you get it. The pictures did the talking. And now? Oh, you want me to stop talking so you can go back and admire the pictures?
Understandable!
Anyway, that's all for now. Tune in next for Dreya's profile!
PS. I am a hopeless romantic, though I cannot write romance. At all. I promise this was not simply an excuse to post a picture of Pip from BBC's Great Expectations that recently played *cough...third picture down...cough*. It helps me to visualize my characters. I plan on profiling the others. So don't even sit there and judge me! =P
PPS. Questions about this character? Concerns? Let me know! I'd love to discuss things with you.
Ch-ch-ch-changes!
Ye Lighthearted Lads and Merry Maidens,
It's about time for my monthly *annual* update on my book (the first one). (Just in case you were wondering). All the time I don't spend writing, I generally spend thinking! Ah thinking...what a dangerous habit! ;) So I've made several changes/decisions to the plot/characters that I thought were worth sharing.
Without further ado, I present. . . some changes!
1.) The characters will have very consistent personalities throughout the books. This does not mean they cannot do something out of the ordinary (for their character) every once in a while, but overall, their diction (the way they speak), their dispositions (personality) and how they interact with other people will be the same throughout. I have noticed that authors of great always make their characters consistent in word, thought, and deed and, therefore, so must I!
2.) The central villain *insert evil thunderclap* will be Oritain, the good (and rightful) king's greedy twin brother. However, in each individual book there will be a minor villain to defeat or serious problem to overcome so that that reader can feel some kind of resolution at the end of each book. The central villain, Oritain, will be the root of most problems, but he will not necessarily appear in every book in person.
3.) Noting the above change, the villain of the first book is a dolus, a type of demon belonging to of the Order of Calvio. The Order of Calvio is a class given to only eight terrible creatures, and the Dolus Dreya (my protagonist) must face is one of those.
4.) The Dolus is sending evil dreams to Dreya, messing with her mind, making her hallucinate and see visions of terrible things all while she is traveling. All of the visions seek to deter her from her journey to destroy the Dolus and free the (good) king. It senses throughout the book that she is coming closer and closer, so the visions/dreams increase as time passes. The Dolus, in short, fears her, because it can sense it's own impending doom.
5.) Aurora can only transform three times a day (midnight to midnight). This causes some limitations to her power.
6.) Aurora's dark magic (which enables her to assume the forms of animals), and her fairy magic (of the Earth-Clan), which she was born with, are constantly at war within her. As a result she does not eat, or sleep, and is often pained. The magic within her becomes her sustenance, and keeps her alive. She hates it, but never complains. Yet she is constantly searching for a way to rid herself of one of the abilities she possesses, to find some peace.
7.) Dreya does not know about her immortality at all until Simwen tells her the day before she dies.
8.) Dreya is NOT immortal, though readers will be unsure throughout the series. She will have some kind of mark on her, that her immortal mother Leonie also possessed. This leads Leonie's friends to believe that Dreya is immortal--hence, the dangerous assignments she gets once she joins the rebellion. I have yet to decide what this mark will be.
9.) Dreya's father will not appear in the first book.
10.) Jed will become like a father-figure to Dreya. She misses her father, and he has a daughter her age.
Other changes are sure to come soon. I'll keep ya posted! Just wanted to update for those interested!
Pax!
-Kathleen
Thursday, July 5, 2012
DIY in July!
Well hello again! I'm alive!
So lately, I've been filling my time with a LOT of crafting! (Not so much writing... *sigh*...but I'm enjoying myself, none the less!) It has been SO incredibly fun to take a little break from writing and rediscover some of my old hobbies (i.e. quilting, crocheting, drawing, etc.) While I don't have everything I'm crafting currently up on my blog, here are a couple of things I'm either finished with, or in the process of making.
Feast your eyes on my crafty and crazy endeavors!** And share some of what you've been up to lately! I'd love to know what YOUR summer projects are!
**Note: Yours truly here is on a serious penny-pinching budget. Which means, plainly, I have no job, therefore, no money. So everything I make is either ultra-cheap, recycled, or free! No laughing at my stinginess! ;)**
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So lately, I've been filling my time with a LOT of crafting! (Not so much writing... *sigh*...but I'm enjoying myself, none the less!) It has been SO incredibly fun to take a little break from writing and rediscover some of my old hobbies (i.e. quilting, crocheting, drawing, etc.) While I don't have everything I'm crafting currently up on my blog, here are a couple of things I'm either finished with, or in the process of making.
Feast your eyes on my crafty and crazy endeavors!** And share some of what you've been up to lately! I'd love to know what YOUR summer projects are!
**Note: Yours truly here is on a serious penny-pinching budget. Which means, plainly, I have no job, therefore, no money. So everything I make is either ultra-cheap, recycled, or free! No laughing at my stinginess! ;)**
First up in this Summer's Fresh New Line from Kathleen Inc. is . . . . . . .
A Mason jar! (oooooh)
That's right! A plain, old, ordinary Mason jar.
But, given I had some extra twine-like stuff laying around, lots of time, and a recently purchased, ready-to-use hot glue gun.
Mash it all together, and what do we get??
A vase!
Add some flowers (fake) and ribbon and....presto!! Adds instant cheer to a room!
Lovely!
Next up, (less exciting, I admit) is a coaster. But! Out of PAPER!!! The comic section in the newspaper, in fact. Observe.
AND.
Next up!
A plain, ordinary looking glass!
Before.
Paper + time + tape + color
=
A colorful solution!!!
Last craft of the day. . . . .
MY QUILT!!!
I am so in love with these colors and the simplicity of this pattern, I have admired it for years and never finished it. It has been sitting in the back of my closet, stuffed into a plastic bag. I have decided, however, that I WILL finished it this year! Backing, binding and all.
I hope you've enjoyed a glimpse at my crafts!
Soon, hopefully, I'll get back to writing. Lately it's been a little
And I'm planning on writing a post on some major changes I've been thinking up
in my plot.
More on this verrrry soooooooooon.
Have a blessed week! <3
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Saturday, March 31, 2012
Happy Palm Sunday!
Greetings!
To kick off this Holy Week, I thought I'd share a poem I found of one of my favorite writers (ever), G.K. Chesterton. (That's MR. Chesterton to YOU!) I hope you are all having a blessed spring. Soon, hopefully, I'll be able to post something I wrote myself (yes, yes, I do still write!).
Meanwhile, enjoy:
To kick off this Holy Week, I thought I'd share a poem I found of one of my favorite writers (ever), G.K. Chesterton. (That's MR. Chesterton to YOU!) I hope you are all having a blessed spring. Soon, hopefully, I'll be able to post something I wrote myself (yes, yes, I do still write!).
Meanwhile, enjoy:
The Donkey
By G. K. Chesterton 1874–1936
When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood
Then surely I was born.
With monstrous head and sickening cry
And ears like errant wings,
The devil’s walking parody
On all four-footed things.
The tattered outlaw of the earth,
Of ancient crooked will;
Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb,
I keep my secret still.
Fools! For I also had my hour;
One far fierce hour and sweet:
There was a shout about my ears,
And palms before my feet.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Have a Laugh!
Thanks to Jamie that I found this! It's hysterical.
Lore has it that it originates from a Washington Post contest that asked teachers to send samples of the worst analogies from their students’ work. The word “worst” is a bit of a misnomer because many of these analogies are unintentional genius and all of them are pretty hilarious. Enjoy:
1. Her eyes were like two brown circles with big black dots in the center.
2. He was as tall as a 6’3? tree.
3. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.
4. From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you’re on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30.
5. John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.
6. She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.
7. The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.
8. He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame. Maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.
9. Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.
10. She grew on him like she was a colony of E. coli and he was room-temperature Canadian beef.
11. The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife’s infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM.
12. The lamp just sat there, like an inanimate object.
13. McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.
14. His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.
15. He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at asolar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.
16. Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.
17. Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.
18. The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn’t.
19. Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze.
20. The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.
21. They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan’s teeth.
22. He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant and she was the East River.
23. Even in his last years, Grand pappy had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long, it hadrusted shut.
24. He felt like he was being hunted down like a dog, in a place that hunts dogs, I suppose.
25. She was as easy as the TV Guide crossword.
26. She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs.
27. The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.
28. The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.
30. It hurt the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it to the wall.
31. It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with power tools.
32. He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.
33. The politician was gone but unnoticed, like the period after the Dr. on a Dr Pepper can.
34. Her eyes were like limpid pools, only they had forgotten to put in any pH cleanser.
35. Her date was pleasant enough, but she knew that if her life was a movie this guy would be buried in the credits as something like “Second Tall Man.”
36. The thunder was ominous-sounding, much like the sound of a thin sheet of metal being shaken backstage during the storm scene in a play.
37. The red brick wall was the color of a brick-red Crayola crayon.
38. She caught your eye like one of those pointy hook latches that used to dangle from screen doors and would fly up whenever you banged the door open again.
39. Her pants fit her like a glove, well, maybe more like a mitten, actually.
40. Fishing is like waiting for something that does not happen very often.
41. They were as good friends as the people on “Friends.”
42. Oooo, he smells bad, she thought, as bad as Calvin Klein’s Obsession would smell if it were called Enema and was made from spoiled Spamburgers instead of natural floral fragrances.
43. The knife was as sharp as the tone used by Rep. Sheila Jackson Lee (D-Tex.) in her first several points of parliamentary procedure made to Rep. Henry Hyde (R-Ill.) in the House Judiciary Committee hearings on the impeachment of President William Jefferson Clinton.
44. He was as bald as one of the Three Stooges, either Curly or Larry, you know, the one who goes woo woo woo.
45. The sardines were packed as tight as the coach section of a 747.
46. Her eyes were shining like two marbles that someone dropped in mucus and then held up to catch the light.
47. The baseball player stepped out of the box and spit like a fountain statue of a Greek god that scratches itself a lot and spits brown, rusty tobacco water and refuses to sign autographs for all the little Greek kids unless they pay him lots of drachmas.
48. I felt a nameless dread. Well, there probably is a long German name for it, like Geschpooklichkeit or something, but I don’t speak German. Anyway, it’s a dread that nobody knows the name for, like those little square plastic gizmos that close your bread bags. I don’t know the name for those either.
49. She was as unhappy as when someone puts your cake out in the rain, and all the sweet green icing flows down and then you lose the recipe, and on top of that you can’t sing worth a darn.
50. Her artistic sense was exquisitely refined, like someone who can tell butter from I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter.
51. It came down the stairs looking very much like something no one had ever seen before.
52. Bob was as perplexed as a hacker who means to access T:flw.quid55328.com\aaakk/ch@ung but gets T:\flw.quidaaakk/ch@ung by mistake.
53. You know how in “Rocky” he prepares for the fight by punching sides of raw beef? Well, yesterday it was as cold as that meat locker he was in.
54. The dandelion swayed in the gentle breeze like an oscillating electric fan set on medium.
55. Her lips were red and full, like tubes of blood drawn by an inattentive phlebotomist.
56. The sunset displayed rich, spectacular hues like a .jpeg file at 10 percent cyan, 10 percent magenta, 60 percent yellow and 10 percent black
Lore has it that it originates from a Washington Post contest that asked teachers to send samples of the worst analogies from their students’ work. The word “worst” is a bit of a misnomer because many of these analogies are unintentional genius and all of them are pretty hilarious. Enjoy:
1. Her eyes were like two brown circles with big black dots in the center.
2. He was as tall as a 6’3? tree.
3. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.
4. From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you’re on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30.
5. John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.
6. She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.
7. The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.
8. He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame. Maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.
9. Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.
10. She grew on him like she was a colony of E. coli and he was room-temperature Canadian beef.
11. The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife’s infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM.
12. The lamp just sat there, like an inanimate object.
13. McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.
14. His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.
15. He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at asolar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.
16. Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.
17. Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.
18. The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn’t.
19. Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze.
20. The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.
21. They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan’s teeth.
22. He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant and she was the East River.
23. Even in his last years, Grand pappy had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long, it hadrusted shut.
24. He felt like he was being hunted down like a dog, in a place that hunts dogs, I suppose.
25. She was as easy as the TV Guide crossword.
26. She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs.
27. The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.
28. The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.
30. It hurt the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it to the wall.
31. It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with power tools.
32. He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.
33. The politician was gone but unnoticed, like the period after the Dr. on a Dr Pepper can.
34. Her eyes were like limpid pools, only they had forgotten to put in any pH cleanser.
35. Her date was pleasant enough, but she knew that if her life was a movie this guy would be buried in the credits as something like “Second Tall Man.”
36. The thunder was ominous-sounding, much like the sound of a thin sheet of metal being shaken backstage during the storm scene in a play.
37. The red brick wall was the color of a brick-red Crayola crayon.
38. She caught your eye like one of those pointy hook latches that used to dangle from screen doors and would fly up whenever you banged the door open again.
39. Her pants fit her like a glove, well, maybe more like a mitten, actually.
40. Fishing is like waiting for something that does not happen very often.
41. They were as good friends as the people on “Friends.”
42. Oooo, he smells bad, she thought, as bad as Calvin Klein’s Obsession would smell if it were called Enema and was made from spoiled Spamburgers instead of natural floral fragrances.
43. The knife was as sharp as the tone used by Rep. Sheila Jackson Lee (D-Tex.) in her first several points of parliamentary procedure made to Rep. Henry Hyde (R-Ill.) in the House Judiciary Committee hearings on the impeachment of President William Jefferson Clinton.
44. He was as bald as one of the Three Stooges, either Curly or Larry, you know, the one who goes woo woo woo.
45. The sardines were packed as tight as the coach section of a 747.
46. Her eyes were shining like two marbles that someone dropped in mucus and then held up to catch the light.
47. The baseball player stepped out of the box and spit like a fountain statue of a Greek god that scratches itself a lot and spits brown, rusty tobacco water and refuses to sign autographs for all the little Greek kids unless they pay him lots of drachmas.
48. I felt a nameless dread. Well, there probably is a long German name for it, like Geschpooklichkeit or something, but I don’t speak German. Anyway, it’s a dread that nobody knows the name for, like those little square plastic gizmos that close your bread bags. I don’t know the name for those either.
49. She was as unhappy as when someone puts your cake out in the rain, and all the sweet green icing flows down and then you lose the recipe, and on top of that you can’t sing worth a darn.
50. Her artistic sense was exquisitely refined, like someone who can tell butter from I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter.
51. It came down the stairs looking very much like something no one had ever seen before.
52. Bob was as perplexed as a hacker who means to access T:flw.quid55328.com\aaakk/ch@ung but gets T:\flw.quidaaakk/ch@ung by mistake.
53. You know how in “Rocky” he prepares for the fight by punching sides of raw beef? Well, yesterday it was as cold as that meat locker he was in.
54. The dandelion swayed in the gentle breeze like an oscillating electric fan set on medium.
55. Her lips were red and full, like tubes of blood drawn by an inattentive phlebotomist.
56. The sunset displayed rich, spectacular hues like a .jpeg file at 10 percent cyan, 10 percent magenta, 60 percent yellow and 10 percent black
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