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On a personal note again!
Jul. 26th, 2015 08:55 pmRecovery is going smoothly. Too smoothly, almost. I keep expecting myself to snap back into place like a rubber band, but God has always proven my expectations wrong. Whoever gave me "Jesus Calling," I owe a big hug, and a thank-you. The same goes to whoever lent me "The Leadership Lessons of Jesus." It's been humbling.
On a personal note
Jul. 25th, 2015 04:18 pmChronic illness is hilarious, if by hilarious, I mean terrifying and frustrating. My migraines have retreated since I left the hospital about a month ago. While I'm ecstatic that they have let me be for this long, I am still wary. But, any time one starts now, I have meds and healthy food to fight against it for me. I just keep wondering if this is only temporary, but you bet that I'm thanking God that I'm not dealing with them alongside hospital recovery woes.
Also. Opera husband just made me a veggie pizza with ranch filling sauce. I have won the marriage lottery.
One Year Anniversary!
Jul. 20th, 2015 04:24 pmWith Opera Husband was yesterday, and we continue to celebrate offline this week. Don't worry; I'll be back once the weekend strikes us. I intend to join smash academy then as well as finish "What is Kept."
Inspiration, again!
Jul. 18th, 2015 09:08 pmMaybe God is having me substitute teach now so that my "wingman" skills will transmute into coping mechanisms to help me teach! In a real classroom. Eventually. #mindblown
Not that I'm at all happy with it, but it is clear that I cannot work as long as my mind is still addled. For at least the first quarter of school or so, I will stay away. We will see how I do once school has started. Till then, a little less than three weeks away, enjoy my somewhat-okay-ish fanfiction and life ramblings!
To my real life friends....
Jul. 18th, 2015 12:43 pmI am much better than I was before, ever. Literally, ever. My husband and I can rationalize and speak like human beings for once, without me turning too emotional. It's awesome. Please keep praying.
Also. Please don't be scared of or by my written fanfiction. It's all based on the Legend of Zelda, go look it up. And it sometimes writes like Dune by Frank Herbert, since that was what I've been plugging through lately. Time for some good ol' fashioned Bible Studies. Thanks for being supportive!
Reality Check
Jul. 17th, 2015 07:58 amI probably won't be driving for awhile, internet world. That last ER visit now means I take a Hodge-podge of drugs that help me think clearly, but I need to be weaned off of them before I'll be allowed to drive. Until I'm allowed to drive, I need a break from work. Maybe I could go volunteer to pass my time quicker, and I'd be okay teaching Sunday School or something. But it's looking more and more like I won't be able to substitute this semester. The healing process is that gradual.
It makes me sad, since I've worked from the time I was eighteen until now, but it has to be done. I don't want to end up at the ER with bad migraines ever again. The past six years have been a blur of ecstatic musical experiences and hellish headaches. If I can remove the latter, then I can worry more about the former. Now to go practice that keyboard!
What Darkness Can Define
Jul. 8th, 2015 03:17 pmPrologue - What is Kept
Why did Na'vi leave him alone? Link had no answers. As a mute boy living in a verbal world, he often thought through these things. His trial course involved searching high and low for his Fae best friend ever, and he failed, utterly, to find her. It was like being an over-eager candle in a closed space - he felt himself trying as hard as he could, and getting snuffed out regardless of his input. "Who? Who was Na'vi?" Everyone asked the same questions.
Except for three girls. Ironically in his previous life, the number "three" had meant more to him: Three goddesses created the earth with Power, Wisdom and Courage, leaving behind their essence, the Triforce. But the Triforce could only beholden by a virtuous, pure heart. Gannondorf of Power seized the Triforce, and the Tri-Une being split then, choosing Zelda as Wisdom and Link as Courage. But because Link had been chosen for Courage, only He knew why He couldn't talk. Words were never the same as Action. Zelda was Wisdom, and she could talk All Day Long.
So. Three goddesses. Three pieces, three people, three fates ever intertwined.
He got that part.
He didn't understand.
Why did Na'vi leave him alone? Link had no answers. As a mute boy living in a verbal world, he often thought through these things. His trial course involved searching high and low for his Fae best friend ever, and he failed, utterly, to find her. It was like being an over-eager candle in a closed space - he felt himself trying as hard as he could, and getting snuffed out regardless of his input. "Who? Who was Na'vi?" Everyone asked the same questions.
Except for three girls. Ironically in his previous life, the number "three" had meant more to him: Three goddesses created the earth with Power, Wisdom and Courage, leaving behind their essence, the Triforce. But the Triforce could only beholden by a virtuous, pure heart. Gannondorf of Power seized the Triforce, and the Tri-Une being split then, choosing Zelda as Wisdom and Link as Courage. But because Link had been chosen for Courage, only He knew why He couldn't talk. Words were never the same as Action. Zelda was Wisdom, and she could talk All Day Long.
So. Three goddesses. Three pieces, three people, three fates ever intertwined.
He got that part.
He didn't understand.
What Dakness Can Define
Jul. 8th, 2015 02:57 pmHello friends,
I am writing an extended Zelda story on top of my fic-lets (y'know, like chicklets except less...gummi!). Here is the outline. I have played this game at least ten times growing up, so I know what I am doing, and it was either this one or Okami.
I might still do an Okami-Den one later!
What Darkness Can Define - a Majora's Mask Novella-zation
1. Prologue - Great Fairy's, Deku,
2. Woodfall, Goron, Scents
3. Deku, Bunny Hood, Bremen mask, postman hat, Keaton, Kafei,
4. SnowHead
5. Blast/Bomb Mask, Don Gero's Mask, Goron mask
5.5 Romani's Ranch, Romani's Mask, Bottle, Quiver
5. Great Bay
6. Zora Mask, All Night, Kamaro, Garo, Stone
7. Stone Tower
8. Giants, Captain's, Gibdo, Garo
9. Couple's Mask
10. Self-Actulization - Defeating the Apocryhpa
Holy Moses with His Snake. What the actual crap. I may not be able to do all the chapters, so here is a less acceptable outline for my insanity's sake:
What the Darkness can Define
1. Prologue - What is Kept
2. Woodfall - Of Taking without Thought
3. Snowhead - Of Gravity
3.5 Ranch and Cattle - Take What Ye May
4. Great Bay - Gravity Leads
6. Stone Tower - Light Smiteth Shadow
6.5 Anju and Kafei, a reunion
7. Defeating Apocrypha - Gravity Lies
I am writing an extended Zelda story on top of my fic-lets (y'know, like chicklets except less...gummi!). Here is the outline. I have played this game at least ten times growing up, so I know what I am doing, and it was either this one or Okami.
I might still do an Okami-Den one later!
What Darkness Can Define - a Majora's Mask Novella-zation
1. Prologue - Great Fairy's, Deku,
2. Woodfall, Goron, Scents
3. Deku, Bunny Hood, Bremen mask, postman hat, Keaton, Kafei,
4. SnowHead
5. Blast/Bomb Mask, Don Gero's Mask, Goron mask
5.5 Romani's Ranch, Romani's Mask, Bottle, Quiver
5. Great Bay
6. Zora Mask, All Night, Kamaro, Garo, Stone
7. Stone Tower
8. Giants, Captain's, Gibdo, Garo
9. Couple's Mask
10. Self-Actulization - Defeating the Apocryhpa
Holy Moses with His Snake. What the actual crap. I may not be able to do all the chapters, so here is a less acceptable outline for my insanity's sake:
What the Darkness can Define
1. Prologue - What is Kept
2. Woodfall - Of Taking without Thought
3. Snowhead - Of Gravity
3.5 Ranch and Cattle - Take What Ye May
4. Great Bay - Gravity Leads
6. Stone Tower - Light Smiteth Shadow
6.5 Anju and Kafei, a reunion
7. Defeating Apocrypha - Gravity Lies
There once was a girl named Haiku
who never learned to tie her shoe.
She fell through the wall
And broke her fall
by writing a limerick about glue!
Writing is incredibly healing. I subbed for a living last year and taught the kiddos how to write a limerick. Now I've been writing limericks in my head all day. Please be patient with me!
who never learned to tie her shoe.
She fell through the wall
And broke her fall
by writing a limerick about glue!
Writing is incredibly healing. I subbed for a living last year and taught the kiddos how to write a limerick. Now I've been writing limericks in my head all day. Please be patient with me!
One blog post a day, go! ~Names_and_Power~
Jul. 6th, 2015 08:48 amSpirit/Power/Courage
Name calling matters.
Or at least, it mattered to Nabooru. Her race was called Gerudo while light-skinned races were "blessed" to be called "Hylian," human, everyone, ever.
She couldn't help it that her people had dark skin.
In her power, Din had made this world. In her courage, Farore had made the LIFE of this world, which was an ever-progressing thing, a project of sorts.
Nabooru, the Gerudo Sage, could see Spirits as a young girl, and always, she had seen motivation like Hylians see color. She heard "motives" in peoples' voices, in their body language, in what they technically and literally said.
So Nabooru needed no one. She could guard the Spirit Temple alone.
Before Twinrova, that is.
Good thing Link showed up, huh?
Name calling matters.
Or at least, it mattered to Nabooru. Her race was called Gerudo while light-skinned races were "blessed" to be called "Hylian," human, everyone, ever.
She couldn't help it that her people had dark skin.
In her power, Din had made this world. In her courage, Farore had made the LIFE of this world, which was an ever-progressing thing, a project of sorts.
Nabooru, the Gerudo Sage, could see Spirits as a young girl, and always, she had seen motivation like Hylians see color. She heard "motives" in peoples' voices, in their body language, in what they technically and literally said.
So Nabooru needed no one. She could guard the Spirit Temple alone.
Before Twinrova, that is.
Good thing Link showed up, huh?
From the Desk of a Future Musician....
Jul. 5th, 2015 06:58 pm....and music teacher, but who wants to read the ramblings of an old woman? Not this kid. Which is why I put it as my topic sentence. See what I did there? ;)
I am back from a doctor's visit once again, and several things are heavy on my heart. Why can't I teach now? When will I ever be able to teach? Why does every decision one out of a million educator or admin make seem final in my head? So I did a thing. Please read:
--An artist's view on WHY WE NEED MUSICKA IN SCHOOLS--
1. Kids speak their own language. They almost always refuse to learn "adult" behavior as their default setting, unless they've been horribly mistreated in their recent memory. This is why teenagers and little kiddos alike can either be sweet-hearted or effing terrifying. Music paves the way to prime a new language with and for kids. As a result....
2. Kids overdrammatize. Especially my generation. "Bullying" has become such a buzzword in our schools that I recognize it as mostly fluff, and I've only subbed one year so far. That's how quickly our kids turn-around-play folks. They are fine at that tit-for-tat-game. They need no assistance there, but we as adults need to listen. Speaking of....
3. It allows an or Several Adults to listen, with open hearts, to a child's open heart....And such communication moves mountains but really....
4. Hiring a music teacher is much like hiring an administrator: and most admins are well aware of that. Most admins I've interviewed with were very cordial and open-minded toward me, a tiny little girl with the facial features of a two year old. Oy vey! As a direct result, most doubt me. Y'all know better, don't you?
Of course you do. You're obviously reading this ;)
I am back from a doctor's visit once again, and several things are heavy on my heart. Why can't I teach now? When will I ever be able to teach? Why does every decision one out of a million educator or admin make seem final in my head? So I did a thing. Please read:
--An artist's view on WHY WE NEED MUSICKA IN SCHOOLS--
1. Kids speak their own language. They almost always refuse to learn "adult" behavior as their default setting, unless they've been horribly mistreated in their recent memory. This is why teenagers and little kiddos alike can either be sweet-hearted or effing terrifying. Music paves the way to prime a new language with and for kids. As a result....
2. Kids overdrammatize. Especially my generation. "Bullying" has become such a buzzword in our schools that I recognize it as mostly fluff, and I've only subbed one year so far. That's how quickly our kids turn-around-play folks. They are fine at that tit-for-tat-game. They need no assistance there, but we as adults need to listen. Speaking of....
3. It allows an or Several Adults to listen, with open hearts, to a child's open heart....And such communication moves mountains but really....
4. Hiring a music teacher is much like hiring an administrator: and most admins are well aware of that. Most admins I've interviewed with were very cordial and open-minded toward me, a tiny little girl with the facial features of a two year old. Oy vey! As a direct result, most doubt me. Y'all know better, don't you?
Of course you do. You're obviously reading this ;)
A Flower Blooms E'er Skyward
Jul. 5th, 2015 07:11 amHello, internetz! In searching though my addled notes, I found many fanfics that I can edit. Yay!
In Zelda's world, not a single story ends correctly, even if Her Grace had the best of intentions. One-shot. Follow Impa through her own time travels. Zelda: Skyward Sword based.
But the Story Never Ends correctly in This Grace's World. Even if She meant it to End Well.
Impa lost track of time, quickly. Her kind, The Sheikah, were made to last only as long as their oaths. She would see Her Grace safely back in Her Hero's arms, and then allow herself to fade. But, kull wahad, this was boring. Sigh, Khala, all things in their place and time. She folded up her shrinking limbs and braided her hair once for every year that passed in front of Zelda's crystal.
A Groose came first, surprisingly. He wanted to know "everything about the surface world." Impa shooed him away, calling him crazy. Clearly, this was still a cloud-based society. Her bluff worked; Groose left her temple much more muddled than before but did not return before Her Grace.
Next came Her Grace, Zelda the Hylia's Incarnation. Khala. Impa stood and attempted to bow, but her braid-pendulum would only let her nod her head. Zelda looked lost. "My name is Zelda, and I was just riding my Loftwing...Where are we?"
Impa's voice came out almost offensively loud to her aged ears. "Your Loftwing is safe, dear. You stand on Sacred Ground. Long ago, a Hero Imprisoned The Enemy right outside."
Zelda startled, looking amazed. "R...Really?"
Impa nodded, silently releasing the lock on the Time Gate so her younger self could take over here. She was too old for so much innocence. She would snap and break the poor child's courage or wisdom. Sure enough, Impa began explaining that this was The Surface. She was halfway through her explanation, with Zelda sitting cross-legged next to her, before the Time Gate Opened.
Zelda sat bolt upright, preparing for a potential fight and standing as the Time Traveller began walking toward them. "And who are you supposed to be?!" Her Grace asked.
Young Impa stopped short, tilting her head toward the older Impa in the Sheikah's ancient gesture for confusion. Impa looked at Zelda and sat down. "No need for fear, child. This too is a child, one who is meant to aid Her Grace through the three purification springs."
Young Impa startled, "So. This. You're. Aaaahhhhhhhhh...Okay."
Impa closed the Time Gate, resuming her post in front of the Goddess's Crystal.
In Zelda's world, not a single story ends correctly, even if Her Grace had the best of intentions. One-shot. Follow Impa through her own time travels. Zelda: Skyward Sword based.
But the Story Never Ends correctly in This Grace's World. Even if She meant it to End Well.
Impa lost track of time, quickly. Her kind, The Sheikah, were made to last only as long as their oaths. She would see Her Grace safely back in Her Hero's arms, and then allow herself to fade. But, kull wahad, this was boring. Sigh, Khala, all things in their place and time. She folded up her shrinking limbs and braided her hair once for every year that passed in front of Zelda's crystal.
A Groose came first, surprisingly. He wanted to know "everything about the surface world." Impa shooed him away, calling him crazy. Clearly, this was still a cloud-based society. Her bluff worked; Groose left her temple much more muddled than before but did not return before Her Grace.
Next came Her Grace, Zelda the Hylia's Incarnation. Khala. Impa stood and attempted to bow, but her braid-pendulum would only let her nod her head. Zelda looked lost. "My name is Zelda, and I was just riding my Loftwing...Where are we?"
Impa's voice came out almost offensively loud to her aged ears. "Your Loftwing is safe, dear. You stand on Sacred Ground. Long ago, a Hero Imprisoned The Enemy right outside."
Zelda startled, looking amazed. "R...Really?"
Impa nodded, silently releasing the lock on the Time Gate so her younger self could take over here. She was too old for so much innocence. She would snap and break the poor child's courage or wisdom. Sure enough, Impa began explaining that this was The Surface. She was halfway through her explanation, with Zelda sitting cross-legged next to her, before the Time Gate Opened.
Zelda sat bolt upright, preparing for a potential fight and standing as the Time Traveller began walking toward them. "And who are you supposed to be?!" Her Grace asked.
Young Impa stopped short, tilting her head toward the older Impa in the Sheikah's ancient gesture for confusion. Impa looked at Zelda and sat down. "No need for fear, child. This too is a child, one who is meant to aid Her Grace through the three purification springs."
Young Impa startled, "So. This. You're. Aaaahhhhhhhhh...Okay."
Impa closed the Time Gate, resuming her post in front of the Goddess's Crystal.
