Wednesday, August 11, 2010
First Post of August!!!
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Book Feature: Book of a Thousand Days
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Sorry for the absence!
Saturday, July 10, 2010
New Blogs
I don't have time to write anymore so check back later!
Monday, June 28, 2010
Bookstores are wonderful
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Ocean Girl Stories
I would like to tell you about The Ocean Girl Stories while I have this opportunity to get on the internet. You see, I'm staying at my aunts house and she has internet. I still have my laptop but it doesn't have an internet connection for some odd reason. Anywho, back to OG (Ocean Girl), I decided just...yesterday was it? That I needed a new writing project. I haven't been all that interested in my novel lately for some reason so I have been thinking about new things to write. That's how I came up with Ocean Girl Stories!
They are small parts of the main story at a time like Part I, Part II and so on. They are simply for the craving I have had of writing and I have been missing the ocean since I moved away from it :(
OG is about a girl named Daniella that lives in a beach house by the ocean of course and her father is away sailing. Ever since she was a little girl, she has dreamed of the legends of mermaids and how to become one. Her mother doesn't provide much support to her dreams of mermaids and sailing but soon the matter becomes serious. Daniella is forced to take Violet, the ship her father dedicated to her as a girl because she loves the violet colored sunsets, and go to war on sea. This book/story is a whole new look at mermaids and a more modern version of the sea.
I thought the ocean and mermaids were an interesting topic and ever since I watched Aquamarine, the movie, mermaids simply fascinated me. I'm wierd like that. But I don't really believe in them. They're just cool, you know? :)
So, off I am again. I'm going to continue my adventures on this road trip (I can't reveal my location) but I can tell you it is 95 degree weather up here! I'm not so sure I like the sun. I prefer the rain for some wierd reason. And I went swimming today! That was fun.
See you in a few days! (Possibly 1-2 days with luck :))
-Emma
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Road Trip!
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
My story of the day
Monday, June 21, 2010
Uglies by Scott Westerfeld Interview!
But Tally's new friend Shay isn't sure she wants to be pretty. She'd rather risk life on the outside. When Shay runs away, Tally learns about a whole new side of the pretty world—and it isn't very pretty. The authorities offer Tally the worst choice she can imagine: find her friend and turn her in, or never turn pretty at all. The choice Tally makes changes her world forever.
Kirkus Reviews (starred)
School Library Journal (starred)
A: We are definitely heading toward a world in which lots of people will get to decide how they look. That will change what we think of as beautiful, and what beauty means to us. So some people stay the way they look, because that's cool or radical. Some won't change because they're rich and powerful—like when famous directors go to some fancy Hollywood restaurant in an old T-shirt and baseball cap; it shows they can get away with it. Other people will try to outdo each other, and manipulate themselves in ways that we don't consider remotely pretty right now.
So thinking these thoughts, I wanted to write a future in which these technologies were fairly common. And in my future, the local government forces you to have an acceptable face—that is, a certain kind of pretty face. Sort of like now, when adults try to control how teenagers dress, cut their hair, use make-up, and get tattoos or piercings. This is the stuff of rebellion.
(Also, I was inspired by Ted Chiang's excellent story, "Liking What You See: A Documentary," about a technology that allows people to switch off their ability to see human beauty, so they can concentrate on the more important aspects of who people are. Fascinating stuff.)
Q: Do you agree with Tally when she claims people have a genetic disposition to think symmetry is pretty?
A: I think genes do affect the way we perceive beauty, but not completely. Nature and culture both play a role, just like in everything else we do. According to a lot of research, people have evolved to be attracted to symmetry—the left half of your face looking like the right half. Symmetry is a quick way of telling if someone was well fed as a child, which affects your intelligence, immune system, and general health your whole life. We get a happy feeling when we see a symmetrical face, because we think that person will be a good mate, or at least won't cough and spray us with deadly germs.
But culture is just as active in making us decide which people are sexy. A hundred years ago, Europeans thought being pale was hot, because it meant you didn't have to work outdoors (so you were rich). These days among white people, being tanned is hot, because it means you can afford to go to the beach. But I think pale is coming back, because it means you don't have skin cancer. People have genes, but they also have brains.
Q: Some people think we're all heading toward a society where everyone looks the same—a natural result of diverse societies, with people meeting and mixing. How is this different than making everyone "Pretty" like they do in the book?
A: Certainly, humanity is starting to "average" our looks. As more people immigrate across the world and intermarry, we'll see a lot more faces that are a mash-up of Asian, African and European features (and South American, Australian Aboriginal, Fiji Islander, Inuit, etc.).
But intermarrying is different than the pretties in my book. Pretties (like people who get nose jobs) are all engineered to look the same, which is boring. When people marry across racial lines, however, they create whole new ways of looking. How much cooler is that?
Q: How did the Rusties' society end? Will you ever write about that?
A: Each book in the Uglies series will have more of that story. But the short version is that the Rusties (who are us, basically) were too dependent on oil. One day, a bacteria was created that changed the nature of oil and made it wildly unstable. As this "oil-bug" spread, everyone's car exploded, as did the oil fields we were all fighting over. Food didn't get delivered to cities, planes stopped flying, and transportation in general broke down. Relatively few of us survived.
Uglies takes place a long time later. It's a society that is justifiably afraid of the whole global-meltdown thing happening again. But alas, it's a society that has been made paranoid by its history, and hates human innovation and difference. Which often makes it a less-than-fun place to be a teenager (except for the hoverboards).
Q: Do you think that the importance of beauty varies between different parts of the world? Is it just Americans with our reality TV shows that are so focused on appearance and beauty?
A: Most cultures I know of are obsessed with beauty (though different kinds of beauty, of course). All through human history we have ornamented ourselves with clothes, jewelry, tattoos, brands, scars, suntans, make-up, etc. Modern plastic surgery is no more or less crazy than sticking a bone through your cheek.
What's different now is an explosion of new technology, which always makes things interesting. And given that Americans are richer than the rest of the world, we have more time to worry about this stuff, and more money to mess with our faces. That puts us ahead of everybody else, and makes us guinea pigs as well . . .
Q: Did you write this book as a cautionary tale?
A: Uglies isn't about dire warnings, it's about thinking things through. The more we think about this stuff, the better our choices will be.
But here's my cautionary tale: I have a gorgeous friend who has a really big nose. When she was sixteen, she desperately wanted surgery to make her look more like everybody else. Fortunately she kept her own face. Because these days everyone agrees that though she'd be cute with a cute little nose, she is totally striking and sexy now because of her fabulous schnoz.
Don't forget, a few decades ago girls who were "too tall" were given drugs to slow their growth. Now it rocks to be tall. My main advice is: stick to make-up, clothes, hair dye, and minor piercings when you're young. Everything else is way too permanent.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
To Fans...
Random
Friday, June 18, 2010
Friday Facts
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Summer!!!
...Today I will get my laptop back and will start writing again! Hopefully finishing Chapter One of the second version tonight!
And I found out on Monday that Holly Cupala, author of Tell Me A Secret is doing a virtual tour about TMAS throughout weeks of going to different blogspots! Here is part of the sched. in her words:
"Week #1: June 14 - June 18
Monday: Market My Words - discussing the road to publication, marketing, and readergirlz!
Tuesday: Amy Brecount-White - chatting about flowers and the secrets of my past...
Wednesday: Book Chic Club - James is featuring excerpts, reviews, and secrets all week!
Thursday: Through the Tollbooth - all about the writing journey...
Friday: Alley of Books - art tour and exclusive vlog reading by me, plus a special message for Mitali..."
To see Holly along the road and to read her daily posts go to Holly Cupala.com!
Thanks for reading my blog everyone!
-Emma
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
More updates on my book
I don't have my laptop to work on it so I will have to wait until I get that back and as I said before, I have started over with the whole thing so it will take me a while to get to the place I was at with the other version :(
My second version isn't even a page long due to no laptop :( but I have soo much I want to write! The story is evolving in my head so much it's almost in my head too much...I must write it down!! :D
I'm having a lot of progress on it...in my head but until I have my laptop back, it will have to wait!
Love you!
-Emma
Monday, June 14, 2010
Announcements
Another Day In My Life/ 25 questions
It depends. I'm usually too careless about closing it after I'm done in it and...you can't even see the floor it's sooo messy :)
2. Do you take the shampoos and conditioner bottles from hotels?
I never take them from the hotels. I never really think about it and they get used up in one day anyway :P
Saturday, June 12, 2010
It's A Snake!!
Switching things around
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
New Site
No more chapters :(
Monday, June 7, 2010
Today...
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Chapter 1
CHAPTER 1. Run
Given the circumstances, I wasn’t sure which way to turn. My twin sister, Alison, trailed along behind me, looking for a place to hide from the things that lurked in the bushes and rose above our head. I wasn’t even exactly sure what I was going to do with all these distractions. People looked at us as if we were crazy, as we stood in the middle of the sidewalk looking around frantically. No place was good enough. Finally Alison shook my shoulder and pointed to an alley. Bad idea. I shook my head at her. That would be even worse than the middle of the street. We couldn’t talk. If we were heard, it would hear us without seeing us. If we moved too much or if we ran, it would certainly catch us.
Suddenly we collapsed into darkness and I could hear my sister’s thoughts as we fell.
Liam looked out his window, watching the rain drizzle down the glass on the outside. He heard the shuffling of someone…somewhere. He looked down from his window. Seth? No way, he thought. He didn’t open the window, not wanting to get soaked by the downpour of rain that fell from the clouds. He pointed to the right indicating that Seth should go that way. Seth nodded, dripping water from his dark blonde hair as he did so. Liam walked out of his room, curious of Seth’s sudden reappearance. Seth had been gone for a long amount of time. Ever since January and there was no trace of him in this town. His parents went missing too. The only thing was, there was some connection between him and Liam that neither of them could place.
They both could sense each others’ feelings. When Seth went missing, Liam could feel his anxiousness and his fear. Liam also knew Seth tried to hide his feelings from the world beyond his head. But somehow Liam could hear them so clearly in his.
“What are you doing?!” Liam said when he met Seth by the back door. Seth wore a wind breaker and shorts. You have got to be kidding me, thought Liam. Seth grinned and then choked on the rain that escaped into his mouth. Liam laughed. Well, at least I know it’s the real Seth.
“Come on. There’s a party at Melody’s house,” Seth’s feelings were full of adrenaline like he had just jumped off some really tall height. Probably did, thought Liam as he shook his head.
"Are you kidding me? I haven't seen you in...um...let me think, years! And you want to just go out and..party as soon as you get back?!"
“What’s your deal?” Seth questioned.
“I’m not like that anymore,” Liam replied, waiting for Seth to argue but, surprisingly, did not find an argument.
“Okay. Well, then, what do you want to do all night without a party?” Seth looked like it was unbelievable that Liam had passed his phase of trouble making.
“I don’t know,” Liam shrugged. Seth still dripped rain from his head, down the 6 feet 4 inches of his tall form. The shorts he wore clung to his legs and the wind breaker floppily laid against his chest.
“Where did you go all this time? I have a lot of questions,” Liam said. Liam looked back around his house and listened for the sounds of anyone approaching.
“No one can know I’m here,” Seth said. Liam grabbed his jacket and put the hood up and walked out into the rain. At first, there was no sensation. No pounding of rain on his head. No shivers down his spine. Suddenly, it all came to him like a blast of feelings all at the same time.
“Cool huh?” Seth said.
“What was that and how did you do it?” Liam accused Seth.
“Hey! I didn’t do it! It happened to me a long time ago. You’ll get used to it. My parents say it’s something that will happen to only me and you,” Seth explained. He caught more rain in his mouth and choked again.
“Whatever,” Liam said and started walking again, apparently not in the mood for chit-chat.
“Hey. I know I’ve been gone for well…forever but I promise I will tell you everything! So lighten up okay?” Seth realized where they were going. Back to the place where it all started. The oak tree that was said to be planted over a thousand years ago with weird symbols all over it. It didn’t matter anymore. It was over and there was nothing they could do about it.
I woke up in the middle of the street, right where we had fallen. Many people looked at us with foreheads creased in nervousness and anticipation for us to open our eyes and say everything was okay. Everyone broke into noise when they saw me opening my eyes.
“Oh! I’ve called an ambulance,” One woman said with her small child hiding behind her leg said.
“It’s okay,” Someone else said
“Someone lift her up,” In the background, somebody sounded concerned.
“No just let her lay there,” Someone said.
“Everybody calm down!” Another said, impatiently. I closed my eyes once more and tried to tune all the sounds out of my head. Pretty soon I could hear my sister’s thoughts again. I jumped when I heard someone else’s when I closed my eyes.
“Hello?” I thought, trying to talk to Alison through our minds. Weird.
“Wow! Is that you Ara?” Alison thought, using my nickname for Arabelle.
“Yeah, didn’t you notice we could do this when we blacked out?” Alison looked at me and shook her head.
“Well…this is new,” I said out loud. Everybody looked at me with faces of confusion.
“Never mind, go on with your business,” I stood up and pulled Alison with me. I started to walk off. Everybody who was helping us watched us leave, frozen with disbelief. Maybe we should stay and wait for the ambulance, I thought. I heard that, Alison said through her thoughts too.
“We shouldn’t get into the habit to talk like that to eachother or we would be the silent freaks of the entire high school,” I explained aloud.
“Okay. And fine, let’s go back,” We turned around to see that all the people were still standing frozen. Everybody shook their heads and asked us what we were doing.
“We’re going to set things straight with the ambulance,” I replied to all of their many questions.
The ambulance arrived soon after our indecision with much confusion as to why they were sent out here.
“We just wanted more people to join the party,” I said sarcastically. “I’m just kidding. We did have an emergency but we’re fine now,” I concluded.
“What was the emergency?” One man with big glasses and a bushy mustache that came with the ambulance asked. By his big white coat I guessed he was the doctor.
“We got knocked out or something and then all the people called 911 because people always do that when they think someone is badly hurt,” Alison said. Wow. I didn’t think she had that much in her. Maybe it would be better if I couldn’t read your mind because by the way I heard that! Alison thought to me with a mad tone behind it.
“Something’s wrong,” I said suddenly. The trees behind all of the people and the ambulance were shaking. The screech of a car stopped on the other side of the street. Black windows. Black car. The shaking stopped. All of my observations were interrupted as Alison nearly yelled my name to get my attention.
“Ara!” She said loudly.
“What?!” I replied.
“Look!” Maybe a million eyes rose out of the bushes, each one different in one way or another.
“Maybe we should take a look at you two…” The doctor said. Unsure of our behavior. Could nobody see what we were seeing?! Is it possible that the “things” we have been seeing all our lives were just our imagination or some impossibility we thought up? No. It’s not. It couldn’t be. I know I’m not imagining all this. Alison thought.
“No. It’s fine but we have to go immediately,” I waved good-bye to everyone on the sidewalk and ran away from the ambulance with its lights still creating the illusion of a red and blue sidewalk.
“What are we doing here?” Seth asked. They walked through the overgrowth and the branches that blocked their way. Everything was lit by slivers of light breaking through the trees. Something rustled behind the leaves but Liam didn’t look or flinch. He kept sturdily walking through the trees, not talking to Seth.