Read not to contradict and confute; nor to believe and take for granted; nor to find talk and discourse; but to weigh and consider. Saturday, March 31, 2018. Tonight I am curled up near my sister.

Reading, writing, running and all things woven in the imagination. She hides in the forest, her face veiled in rags, shunning the company of all save her old father and her nanny goat. Her life is bleak and lonely.

Its peaceful beauty and the respite it offers from the cares of normal life draw me to it, making me wish the valley of Imladris were real. I never realized that it- or somewhere very like it- is. And almost every night, after dinner and worship music and before the speaker.

Monday, August 10, 2015. Why Im Now Crazy Insane About Going to Writers Conferences. There will be pictures littered throughout this post in no particular order or reason, so enjoy or ignore - whatever you please. A writing conference specifically for Christian speculative authors. In short, this was probably one of the best couple days of my life.

Thanks ever so much guys. On that happy note, enjoy this blog. I linger here in Lórien for one last fading day. And now the Golden Wood beloved with shadows dark is filled;. The Nimrodel, the laughing stream, has now its laughter stilled. Namárië to Middle Earth! .

Just a dreamer trying to depict the light beyond the clouds. People are infinitely more important. The lovely Victoria over at A Gathering of Dreams.

A short story I started during Camp NaNo. My leg hurts, bad. Only shadows and moonless nights know the Creatures well. How did this happen? I wonder frantically for the last time.

We are in the far country. The Girl On The Street. My dad left work early for us to drive to the lake together him, my mother, my older brother, and I. Do you think we should talk to her? My mother asks her husband.