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Think of me

"Dear Diary, Today I tried not to think about Mr. Knightly. I tried not to think about him when I discussed the menu with Cook... I tried not to think about him in the garden where I thrice plucked the petals off a daisy to acertain his feelings for Harriet. I don't think we should keep daisies in the garden, they really are a drab little flower. And I tried not to think about him when I went to bed, but something had to be done."~ Emma, Jane Austen

Since participating in Pride and Prejudice, my mind has been having trouble leaving the time period. Last week I started reading Emma, and, the surprising thing is, I'm actually understanding it! (I have discovered that Jane Austen isn't really that hard to read, you know, after you've been practically living in the early 1800's for several months) 

I found this ^ quote when I was finding quotes on Goodreads (there is no way I'm that far yet. I just started the book last week, and it ain't thin) and I liked it. Probably because I can't (cough) relate to it. Just a little bit. But I guess we all can, if we think really hard. We have all had one person who was so strongly on our minds that you didn't want to do anything in the world but think of them.

It could be anyone or anything, really. In Emma's case, someone who she was totally and completely in love with. But, if I'm honest, I've gone through stages of LOTR, OUT, and even (dare I say it) 1D (die hard fangirl here), being things that linger on my mind. 

The annoying thing about thinking of things to the point you would do anything and everything for that thing, you don't really get anything done during these... obsession?



Please tell me I'm not alone here. 

Whether it be a book idea you are absolutely enthralled in, or, like Emma, a love interest. This blog even, I'll admit, has been one.

It's a hard pill to swallow, but this thinking of something so hard can be a form of worship. (I think it's safe to say Directioners worship 1D. If you've ever met a die hard Directioner, you will know that I don't lie. I will never regret leaving that fandom.)  

Think about it. I've tried to tell myself it couldn't possibly be worshiping the thing, but i couldn't deny it. What is worship? 

Worship - the object of adoring, reverence, or regard. 

Thank you Dictionary.com.

Look at the definition, what is the difference between worship and what you're doing with that thing?

Like I said, it is a hard pill to swallow, and i know it's difficult to think you have to completely give up the thing you love so much for the sake of not worshiping the thing. 

There's nothing you can do but pray about it. To ask God  to help you. He knows what you are struggling with, and he can help take that burden off of you.

Guest Post: Short story from Hilda

Hey this is Hannah here! Introducing our next guest poster, Hilda from Hilda Leticia Dominguez. She asked me to post this short story from you all. hope you enjoy and check out Hilda's blog (link above)^.
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The Mysterious Present
                                                                      by Hilda D.


Dear Mrs. Smith,

I am Amy Johnson and I am 12 years old. I’m so excited because my birthday will be this Saturday! I am going to be 13. Mom and Dad said that I can get any item from the auction tomorrow as a birthday gift, but it has to be under two hundred dollars. Still, that is a lot for a birthday present, so I said “okay.”

At the auction, I saw several items that was going to be auctioned off. There were some old lamps, lots of old paintings, an antique trunk, and some other stuff. When I saw those, I got disappointed because I then realized that auctions are just to sell off old stuff. As you can tell, I have never been to an auction before this day. Anyway, there was something that caught my eye. It’s hard to explain but this item grabbed my attention as it laid on a crate. It was a desk. It was the only item that looked newer. Either that or it was in great shape for an old desk. After I saw it, then and there, I decided that mysterious desk was mine. I was so excited!

The announcer guy finally brought the desk and I nearly fainted when I heard him say, “We have this desk which was made in 1917 and previously owned by the author, Mrs. Carol Smith. My heart flipped! It was your desk! Whohooo! I definitely had to have it. So the bid was started at a hundred dollars. I whispered to my dad that it was your desk and if I could have it. Dad knows how much I love your books. Your books which I read over and over and over are now so beat up that I had to put tape on some of the pages so that they don’t fall out. But then, I was bummed. Someone had up bid to three hundred dollars. I knew it was gone. I looked at my dad feeling so sad, so depressed, and I tried not to cry.

But guess what? I was shocked to hear Dad shout, “Five hundred dollars!” My jaw nearly dropped!

“But dad, that’s a lot,” I told him.

“I know, honey, but I know how much you love this desk from your favorite author.”

“No, Dad, really. It’s too expensive.”

Then we all noticed that the legs of the desk fell off. The other auctioneers withdrew their bids right away. So did Dad. But I know him. He is smart. When the guy announced a do over, Dad got me the desk for only fifty bucks! It was a miracle!

After my dad fixed the legs of my mysterious gift, I sat down on my regular chair and ran a hand softly across the desk to feel it. It has a few compartments and a tiny one which was locked. I tried to open it but I couldn’t. Dad even tried to pry it open with a flat head screwdriver. No luck. So we just left it at that and I enjoyed writing my homework and stories on it.

I’m home schooled which is awesome because I get to do my homework whenever I want to. I always finish it before ten in the morning which gives me the rest of the day to do other stuff. Sometimes I write stories right after I finish my homework. I want to be just like you, Mrs. Smith.

I better go. I babbled a lot already and you must be busy with writing your next book. That is what I read on your website recently that you are writing another book. When will it be at bookstores?

Your #1 fan and friend,
Amy Johnson.



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Dear Amy,

I must say, I am both shocked and pleased that you have my desk. The bad news is, I didn’t give it away. No, dear. It was stolen from me about a week ago. I am pleased you have my desk and you may keep it.  However, I must ask you a big, important favor. In that desk, I have my manuscript. It is on the right drawer to your right. Can you please send it to me to my address? And I ask that you please do not share my address to anyone. If I do not turn in my manuscript by next week, there will be no book for this summer.

Sincerely,
Mrs. Smith




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Dear Mrs. Smith,

You actually wrote to me! I’m so excited! You can have your desk back if you like. And you can totally trust me. I promise, and I never break a promise. I put all your belongings and your story in a box and Dad just shipped it out this morning.

What else was stolen from you? I saw some old lamps and paintings and other stuff at the auction. Are they yours, too?

Your friend,
Amy





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Dear Amy,

Thank you so much for your promise! I am definitely trusting you keep my address a secret. And thank your father for me too, please. He must have shipped it to me overnight. It says so in the box. I can’t tell you how relieved I am to have my manuscript back! And it is all thanks to you, Amy, dear. Because of you, my story will be published and available in bookstores this summer.

I don’t know if the other items you saw in the auction were mine, but I am only concerned about my manuscript. It’s important because I had a deadline to meet, which is part of my job. Everything else is just a material thing. No importance whatsoever. Tell your father I sent him a check for the cost of shipping my belongings and a little something extra to say thank you. I am grateful for all you’ve done for me.

You mentioned in your letter that you want to be like me. Dear, the first important rule as an author I will share with you is: be yourself. Every writer has their own story to tell. I have my own. And you have your own, too. If we all copied one another, there wouldn’t be any special authors. We are all special because we are ourselves. Okay, dear?

Secondly, I recommend you start  a journal, or as I call it, a diary. Write in it as often as you can. When you get inspired to write a poem or a story, don’t hold back. Read and write a lot. But also do not forget there is a beautiful world out there filled with beautiful flowers, meadows, and some interesting people. Live your life joyfully. Those adventures are what will inspire you of what to write about.

Good luck, my dear. There is always room in this world for another great author.

P.S. To open that little door, there is a secret handle under the desk. Pull it to the right and it will open. That is where I stored my inspirational clippings. When I find inspiration from a magazine or from someone, I write it down and store it there for when I need inspiration. You are free to keep them. Hopefully they help you, too.

Love,
Ms. Smith.



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Dear Mrs. Smith,

Yup, it is summer vacation. Yahoooo! :-D  And I just finished reading your book, “Adventures with Father.” It was so good I finished it in two days! I would have finished late at night but Mom made me go to bed and took away the book from me. Darn it! Hehee!

Sorry for not answering your last letter. I was so busy with schoolwork and other stuff. Thank you, Mrs. Smith, for your writing tips. I can now see what you mean. I’ve been writing in my diary almost every day when I have the chance. Sometimes it’s long, sometimes it’s only short; like one sentence minimum. I had a rough start because I didn’t know what to write about. But what helped me through was your other advice I found on your website. You must have added it after your letter because I haven’t seen it before, and I check your website often. Under “writing tips” you said that when we get stuck in writing, just write it as if you are writing to someone or telling a story. My neighbor, who is my English teacher, said that my writing has improved a lot.

My dad gave me some money from your check for my birthday present. Thank you so much and for the birthday card. I have it tacked on my corkboard next to my desk. Oh, and about the little locked compartment, I did what you said and it did open! It’s so sweet of you to let me keep them, but I’ve sent them to you yesterday. It’s yours and you need something that will help you feel inspired to write. I already have mine: you’re letters. That is where I keep your letters. :-D


Wishing you all the very best, Love,
Amy Johnson






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GUEST POST: sometimes when you're a dreamer..

i'm so happy to be guest posting for ya'll while hannah is busy with acting and all the awesome stuff that goes along with it. so thank you x10, hannah!




































i don't really have words or a fancy way of describing him.
there isn't some poetic way of saying his laugh is so full of child like joy.
and when he laughs, i can't help but laugh along.
i can't tell you about how he trips over air
and falls backwards in his chair, without making him sound like a klutz. 
(he wasn't. promise)
prose couldn't sum up the way my heart jumps whenever he talks with the cats.
and meows. but that's another story.
sometimes you cannot describe something so wonderful, for fear you'll mess up the image in your mind.
and the only image i have, is him holding the cards in his dark, long, calloused hands.
the image i have of his face is blurry. the last time i saw him, i had a hard time looking at him
and i've always had a hard time memorizing. especially when people are around.
but i can't forget his smile. bright against the night, shining in the especially bright moonlight. 
his eyes, i can't see in the same image, ingrained in my brain. 
it's too dark.
his eyes are an image of their own. i can't describe them. sometimes words can unsaturate an image.
ruining it.
but theres something so intriguing about someone like him.
a tall
dark
clean cut boy (man)
who still blushes when he's embarrassed 
(which is a lot).
who sings. badly. whenever he wants to.
a someone that really wants to do the right thing.
but is a little lost.
and sometimes, when you're a dreamer, you cant help but imagine you two could both find your way together.







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i'm way bad at describing myself. the words to describe myself, my hobbies, and my likes are ever changing. sometimes i like to take pictures, sometimes i like solitude, sometimes i like reading, sometimes i like writing, sometimes i like late nights, sometimes i like just the opposite. my blog is an unboxed type of blog. i write about whatever i like (or dislike) at the moment. i hope you stop by and check it out sometime! and again, thank you, hannah, for this opportunity! xx
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Guest Post: Words

Greetings, stranger-friends!

My name is Sarah and I hail from the blogs of Maidens of Virtue and Sarah, Plain & Average.  Welcome to In Neverland!  Hannah is so kind as to allow me to pose as a guest author while she is absent.

A couple weeks ago, when Hannah let me know the date on which I was to post (today!), I had no idea what I wanted to say.  That's how it usually is, right?  I prayed about it quite often in the following days, my greatest fear being that I would end up wasting the reader's time...  But late last night, as I lay in bed worrying over what I was going to say, it came to me.  This is a writer's blog, correct?  So, that's it!

I'll write about...


Many times I find myself speaking before thinking.  I do not consider myself an outgoing person, actually, I am quite shy, though that has definitely changed in the last few years as I have grown to be more open.  However, speaking before thinking is - how shall I say? - Not. Good.

Have you ever been in a clothing store where there, at the storefront or in the center square, are displayed a posse of mannequins dressed in the clothing of "the now" and you think, "Ew.  Those colors so totally clash."  Or you are walking through Walmart and mutter to yourself as this tattooed guy with huge circle earrings, body hardware, and some modern form of a mullet passes by, that he definitely needs Jesus, and a shower, and he turns to you and remarks, "Peace, man.  Jesus loves the weird."

*ahem*  Okay, that was a little over-the-top, but you know what I mean.  That hasn't happened to me, by the way...

How about this one:  You are walking down a corridor whose walls are filled with local art from high-schoolers - oil paintings, charcoal, pencil, etc. - and you come across the form of a modern masterpiece and all of a sudden, before you can stop it, one word exits your mouth: "Yuck."  And just as fast, your sister shushes you, and you blush red from embarrassment, hoping none of the other browsers heard your thoughtless remark.

True story.

My point is, though I'm sure no one heard my one-word statement, had the person whose art was displayed been standing next to me, would they have been injured?  Well, duh.  I mean, of course!

You may have heard it said, "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me."

Untrue.  The most powerful weapon in this world is not a sword or arrow, it is the tongue.  Proverbs 18:21 says, "Life and death are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruit." This doesn't exactly mean power as in, "Go forth, my minions, and dispose of mine arch-enemy So-and-so, and thy reward shall be great!"  Uh, no.  We possess the power to build each other up - to encourage and strengthen - or bring one another down, leaving nothing but helpless, empty shells.

Words are powerful.  How we use them is of the utmost importance.  Jesus says, rather bluntly, "I tell you that on the day of judgment people will have to account for every careless word they speak." (Matthew 12:36, HCSB)  This simply means we will be judged, by God Himself, for every careless thought we think and every word we speak.  That's sobering, isn't it?

How incredible is it that He is a forgiving God!  Yes, we will be judged, not only for our words but for our actions as well.  But we have a promise that He will forgive if only we ask.

"How joyful is the one whose transgression is forgiven, whose sin is covered!"
(Psalm 32:1, HCSB)

"Kind words can be short and easy to speak, but their echoes are truly endless." (Mother Teresa)

I thought it fitting to conclude this post with a song.  This is the Hawk Nelson band, featuring Bart Millard from MercyMe, singing a new hit called, of all things, "WORDS."

Please listen.



And there you have it.  My words of wisdom for the day.  Hope it wasn't a waste of your time and that you enjoyed it!

A very special thanks to the lovely Hannah for allowing me to pose as her guest.  Thanks to you as well for reading!

If you would like to visit my blogs, please click here and here.

Blessings,
Sarah

Guest post: Don't Go Wasting my March

...I couldn't if I tried. 
Please tell me I wasn't the only one that sang that. 
Hey, wonderful people.
I'm Victoria Horea coming all the way from Little Words and Lessons Learned. I'm writing this little guest post while Hannah is off being her lovely, busy self. 

I'm going to talk about ways to have a productive March. All months, actually. 
Trust me, it's more interesting then it sounds. 
For me, when a new month roles around, I see it as a clean slate, a fresh start, or "a new day with no mistakes in it yet"
That quote was taken from Anne of Green Gables. 
I'm such a book nerd I know...
No shame. 
Anyway, to ensure that you and I don't waste away this month, I compiled a list of tips and ideas to hopefully help us get the most out of each month. 

1. Set goals. It gives you momentum to get things done. It can also push you a little out of your normal routine. 
An example of setting a goal: if you're a big reader, pick out a couple books you've been wanting to read and challenge yourself to have them read by the end of the month. Or, if you're not as big of a reader, just pick one. Reading is a great pastime that also helps you grow as a person. 
3. Take up a new hobby. Hobbies such as painting, sewing, scrapbooking, and collaging.  Awhile back I started painting items for my room and I thoroughly enjoyed it. However, I suggest not something too expensive at first, you want to make sure you really like it. 
4. Plan activities with your friends and family. I know that sounds like an obvious one, but planning actual things keeps you accountable for actually following through. I couldn't count how many times my friends discussed doing something with me, and I brushed it off for another time, but then that idea faded away into oblivion. I'm weirdly like a turtle. I just bring my little head into my little shell. Turtles are cute. 
Anyway, hanging out with friends and your family is a great way to boost your mood, get the inspiration flowing, and just to have fun. 
5. Spend time with God. If you have a relationship with God, plan a time each day to spend time with Him(I highly suggest in the morning, because you're fresh). I struggle remembering to have my quiet time with Him, but when I do, I leave refreshed, encouraged, and ready to take on the day. 
6. Treat yourself. I mentioned that you should plan fun things to do with people, but don't forget about having some quality "me time." We can get swept up in the craziness of day to day life, wearing ourselves thin, but finding something that makes you happy, that relaxes you, and treating yourself to it once and awhile is a great way to be refreshed. You seriously deserve it. 
My ideal quality time involves the movie Pride and Prejudice, nail polish, chocolate covered strawberries, and a large bowl of popcorn(sorry guys). 

Well, this was my guest post, I hope you enjoyed it.
Remember, it's never to late to set goals and be productive.
If you want to check out my blog, feel free to click here
Have a lovely day.
-Victoria Horea