All Those Unfinished Books

A few years ago, four I believe, I decided to be a writer. It was most likely inspired by my brother Thomas writing a book.

My first book was three chapters long, thirteen pages. It was the dumbest book in the universe, and I spent absolutely no time on it. But I was only eight.

I probably started about twenty books, got a page or two into them, and deleted them. A couple of years ago, I got extremely far in a fantasy, 125 pages. And then I accidentally deleted it. I moped for a few days, vowing to myself to not write for months, and then went back on my starting a new book every other day pattern.

Summer before last, I read all of the Narnia books. And, as it was with so many of the others, I started a new book, where two kids find a secret passage and a secret world and all that jazz. A few pages into it, Thomas asked me what the genre was. I asked him, as I always did, what a genre was. (Come on, I was only like 10.) And he said it was what kind of book, mystery, fantasy, the lot. And in my mind, and idea triggered. 'Mystery,' I said. 'What kind of mystery?' he asked. I didn't know what he meant. He said, 'You know, abduction, murder, thievery...?' Another idea. 'Abduction,' I said.

I got about 115 pages in. Then I decided to start over, on my 750 words. Two, three pages a day, it'd be great. And that's where I am now. Except I haven't written in a week because of my hand. I can still type obviously, but it's a pain.

Just thought I'd write about it so that all my millions of readers would be encouraged to write more. Not really. 

Burnt Ash Wednesday

2011's Ash Wednesday started out as any normal Ash Wednesday. I went to mass at noon, fasted the whole day, it was great. Very basic, very hungry Ash Wednesday.

Until about 6:45 pm. We always have hard boiled eggs for dinner on Ash Wednesday. So I was making the eggs, and I was straining them at the sink, running cold water over them and all. And the pan they were boiling in was still full of boiling water. That particular pan has a very wobbly handle. So as my mom was turning to dump the water out in the sink, the pan tipped and spilled super hot water all over the kitchen. And a whole bunch landed in my hand.

I was wearing my fingerless gloves, and they trapped the heat in. So I was burned terribly. The back of my hand is covered in a massive disgusting burn, and two of my fingers as well. I will not post a picture of what it looked like this morning because you would probably be sick.

I don't remember many Ash Wednesdays. I'm sure that this one will be the most fantastic thing that will happen to me on an Ash Wednesday, unless I break a leg next year. 

Chickens That Are Very Small And Only 3 Weeks Old

last Monday, me and my mom went to Denton to buy... dum dum dum dum... wait for it... CHICKS! We got twelve, four breeds three of each. Six are yellow, and six are black and white. They are all super cute, and it is hilarious how they walk like chickens, with their head held high. Since they are too young to be outside + the Chicken Coop isn't finished, they are currently back by the guinea pigs. In their own cage, but in the same room.

They are bigger than you would imagine and they are becoming very good fliers. They are extremely soft, and I have chosen one I can tell apart from all the others. She is a black chick with lots of white on her wings, and I named her Pepper.

That is all the chicken news. I will post more on Pepper later. Maybe. 

Behind the Times of Arkansas

Last Thursday, around 11:45, Rose, Mrs. Dougherty, and I set off to visit Rose's grandma in Arkansas. Six hour drive one way. It was so much fun.... Anybody who knows Rose and I will know how I mean.

We read a lot of Agatha Christie. I was reading POCKET FULL OF RYE, she was reading TOWARDS ZERO. I haven't yet finished Pocket Full of Rye. We also played out own version of Clue, Five Crowns, and we ate a lot. Well, not too much. A whole lot of mint oreos.

When we got to Rose's grandma's house, Rose and I were showed to out room, which was on the first floor. And almost the only thing on the first floor. Outside the window, was a sort of room, it was under the porch, and as our room was slightly underground, the floor of the room was almost level with the window. It was a brilliantly amazing place. We explored it Friday.

We had pizza for dinner, and cake for dessert. After dinner, we watched, I believe it was on Thursday, Doctor Who, Rise of the Cybermen and Age of Steel. Then Rose and I went to bed, and stayed up very very very very very very very very late reading Agatha Christie.

The next morning, we woke up around 9:15-9:30. For breakfast we had cereal, and then we went outside to explore the neighborhood, just Rose and me. We found a little creek we'd passed on the way, from all the rain. We crossed a fallen log to get to the other side of the two foot wide river. Super fun, eh?

We explored the little room outside our window, and it is super duper cool. We took some pictures and videos, unfortunately i can't get them onto the computer.

Then, Rose, Mrs. Dougherty and I went to a park. There was a tennis court, a small playground, and an interesting sport quite like tennis called 'pickle ball.' In the playground is one of those cool spiderweb things that you climb on, you know. Exactly like the one in the picture above.

There was also a wicked cool hang glide thing there, and Rose and I spent quite a lot of time getting blisters on that.

Back at Rose's Grandma's house, we watched an episode of Dr Who, The Unicorn and the Wasp. We also played some Clue, our own Dr Who version, and then we went out to dinner at a place called DEBRA'S with the four of us and Rose's Grandma's friend Stan. Rose and I got catfish, Stan and Rose's Grandma got shrimp, and I don't know what Mrs. Dougherty got.

Back at Rose's Grandma's house, we watched another episode of Dr Who, a Christmas Special, The Runaway Bride. Then we played 5 Crowns and Black Jack. Rose and I went to bed shortly after, and I read Series of Unfortunate Events, The Bad Beginning, and Rose read Agatha Christie, Partners in Crime.

The next morning, we got up around 8:30, and had fried eggs for breakfast.

"Is your yolk cooked?" asked Rose.
"Is everything okay?" asked Rose's Grandma.
"Kind of, not really," I said.

Isn't it funny? Yes? Oh come on, I just know you're laughing like crazy. No way to hide from me.

We set off around 10:00, and got home around 4:00. It was a pretty basic drive. And that is my Arkansas Tale.