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Part 2 February 24, 2010

Filed under: Uncategorized — christaholley @ 3:03 am

Today wasn’t long it was just. . .ah heck who am I kidding, it was long and cold.

Here is part two of my book list.

 

 

Beg For Mercy (Mercy Hollings, #1) Andrews, Toni 077832365X

Predetermined Endings (Paperback) Booze, Destiny 193616700X

Misguided Angel (Blue Bloods, #5) Cruz, Melissa de la

Kiss (Hardcover) Dekker, Ted 1595544704

Spider’s Bite (Elemental Assassin, #1) Estep, Jennifer 1439147973

Sphinx’s Queen (Hardcover) Friesner, Esther M. 0375856579

Postcards from a Dead Girl: A Novel (P.S.) Farber, Kirk 0061834475

Shadow Blade (Mass Market Paperback) Glass, Seressia 1439156794

The Price of Innocence (Paperback) Hopkins, Vicki 1441597697

Destiny’s Path (Warrior Princess, #2) Jones, Frewin 0060871466

Please Ignore Vera Dietz (Hardcover) King, A.S. 0375865861

Princess for Hire (Hardcover) Leavitt, Lindsey 1423121929

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Think February 15, 2010

Filed under: family,life,Uncategorized,writing — christaholley @ 9:46 am
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I love my family truly but sometimes. . . I just don’t know. Why should I feel guilty or why should they want to make me feel guilty for the things I’ve done, for the things I want to do. I shouldn’t have to hide the fact that I love to write. I shouldn’t be ashamed of the fact I’d rather have my nose in a book. I’m not ashamed of what I do and what I love to do I just wish I could get support behind me. The only person that doest that is my sister, she likes to write but I think I’m submerged a bit more into what I like to do then she is. Lauren has always been more outgoing. That’s a story for later though.
Today, while I was sitting bored out of my mind in Chemistry I was looking up publishing companies. I had to force myself to stop and pay attention but even then my mind was reeling. It’s an ongoing cycle. You can’t get you foot in the door without an agent, you can’t get an agent with out published work. You cant get your work published with out an agent unless you’re self publishing,  but they tell you not to do it. You can do it on their website but you have to have this and this and this. Impossible.
I sat in my chair rocking away but still disgusted at the circles they had weave so tightly around us all. It might be easier to become an actor. I don’t want to be I’m just saying. think about it, you have commercials, modeling, etc, other things like that.   Writing it’s either you have your foot in the door or you’re looking at it wistfully. I thought of all this before I then thought.
“people are so concern with selling novels they need to be concerned with writing them.” I feel this is true. I think about people reading my work, dream about it really. I need to focus on my words and make sure my reader has something they want to devour and reread again and again. I don’t want them to buy something with my name on it only to regret it or read empty words. Where is the point in that? Time is something you can never get back, use it wisely. There is nothing worse than a book that disappoints.

 

 

Lost optimism February 12, 2010

Filed under: friends,life,Random Box,Uncategorized — christaholley @ 10:31 am

Always be optimistic, if you are there is a lower chance of you committing suicide.

My day was going great, woke up this morning and it was raining. That was probably, no, I’m sure that was the reason I rolled my butt out of bed twenty minutes later than I was suppose to. *smile*

I love English, love to write, love to read. I never thought some one would come along and steal that excitement from me. I’ve met my match in my Composition professor. I walk through the freezing cold rain that is blowing in my face because of the hurricane gales of wind that wouldn’t stop the whole day. I walk through them to the center of the campus for a class that doesn’t teach me a monkey shine about anything. How old does he think we are 4? yes I know what this is, no I don’t need a noun explained to me. I really don’t care how much you got your car for nor do I want to see a picture of it. Some one help me, if you don’t want to teach then just don’t come to class or retire so we can have someone who does. If I really have to analyze the cat and the hat next Tuesday I swear I will throw green eggs and ham at him. I didn’t read Dr. Suess as a child and I refuse to do it now. But. . . I looked to the bright side, that class is my writing class. During class while others try to make sense of the stuff flowing from his mouth I can sit in the back and smile cause I understand it enough to know it isn’t irony it’s tragedy that he doesn’t know how to wield the words he got a degree in. We got out of there and it was a long walk to the science building, such a very long cold walk. My umbrella got disrespected very badly and I had to walk in the rain (the water has soaked in through my shoes by now into my socks, it’s a very bad feeling if you didn’t know) Plus, the rain soaked through all four layers of my cloths. meh!

It was a loooong three hour wait till Micro, so I sat in the computer lab in all my soggy glory waiting for class to start and guess what surprise! We had a quiz first thing. I guess that is why they are called pop quizzes huh? yeah, I thought soo. but the lab we did was short and pretty easy, I thought this until I burnt myself looking at the pretty colors (just kidding, I was thinking shower, shower shower.) When it was finally done, my professor wanted to ‘talk.’ cool guy though. I actually like his class but I was cold wet and miserable. meh.

All the way back to my dorm did I walk, through the rain and whoosing winds frozen through and through. When I open my door it was a halleluiah praise rejoicing through my head. SHOWER! HEAT! BED! never in my life has anything been so wonderful. I was very content for several hours till I got a call from my best friend.

Friend: did you finish the review

Me: (sits up) what review?

Friend: The one for Algebra tomorrow. test.

Me: SHIT!!!!

Friend: (laughing his butt off) is that a no?

Me: that’s a hell no.

Friend: you are no use to me (he hangs up the phone)

Me: (sigh) I have the best friends.

Now I sit at my desk looking over impossible math problems that get worse every time I look at them. They grow fangs. (VV) . They want to suck my blood, no really they bite. I want someone to tell me when I will ever use Algebra in life. ever. like daily. I can tell you when not ever.

My point is this. Try to be optimistic about your day. I tried but some where between math problem number four and five it got lost. I don’t think it’s coming back for a while. . . .

 

My Way. February 11, 2010

Filed under: life,Random Box,Uncategorized,writing — christaholley @ 8:02 am

How can anyone can be expected to reach their dream if people make it impossible to get there. It goes against everything Amercia says it stands for. How can you shoot for the moon if no one will give you a loan for a rocket. What are you suppose to do? Climb a tree and jump?!?!

Well I have news for those people, if you climb a tree and jump the only thing you’re gonna get is a broken neck. Forget landing among the stars you’ll be seeing them.

I have dreams, I have goals for myself and I have no idea where to begin to get them on track. Where is a mentor when you need one. Hel,l where is a yellow brick road I’ll go against a wicked witch if it’ll get me where I want to be.

I have no idea where I need to go, who I need to talk with to get my foot through the door. I want to be an editor, an author, a businesswoman. I want to read manuscripts, I want someone to read mine and tell me what they think. One day I will have my own publishing business. If there is no way I promise to find a way.

Knowing what you want to do, that’s the easy part. Knowing how to get there is a hidden path impossible to find.

I know there has to be a way and I’ll find it even if I have to make my own way.

 

PS&P February 10, 2010

Filed under: Uncategorized — christaholley @ 8:16 am

Has anyone ever read a book they had no intention on buying let alone reading because of the title? I have and just finished one. It’s funny cause I’m constantly doing it too. I’m a sucker for the titles and a bigger sucker for the pictures and if I just so happen to get in in a half price book store. . . I can do a happy dance and mean it so. . . .*happy happy happy dance.*

I mean it is the weirdest thing, and I’ll get to the book in a minute, when I see a great really recent book in the clearance section. It kind of makes me mad but then I figure hey, I guess it’s not that bad when I can get it for two bucks instead of eight, why the heck not. Another book for me.

But anyway the name of the book was Watersmeet by Ellen Jensen Abbott. If you know about the this book then you know it is a YA a book and if you don’t know what a YA book is shame on you. Just joking if you don’t know YA stands for Young Adult, and yes I still read teen books along with anything else I can get my hands on.

Anyway, Watersmeet is the story of a girl name Absina. Absina is born an ‘outcast.’ for all her life. This is because of her dark hair and green eyes, and because she is a bastard child. In the village of Vranille, being any of those things are a bad thing. When a great evil comes to her home Absina is ripped from her life and into the outside world she has never seen only heard about in horrible stories. After the murder of her mother, Absina sets out on a journey to find the father she has never know and rarely heard about. Her mother told her she can find him in Watersmeet.

That’s how the story began and I have to tell you it made me a little wary to read it but once I started I couldn’t stop even when I got frustrated with the character. I think I threw the book once. . . maybe twice. But that’s a good thing it only happens when the book makes you feel that’s what it’s suppose to do. Books are suppose to make you feel for the character whether it is for their triumphs or for their stupidity, they are suppose to make you feel something for the characters. That’s what this book did.

I hated that it was so prejudice especially the main character it felt like she had no will of her own she acted like an idiot that I wanted to reach through the book an smack some sense into her. Then we came to the end and I was so proud I was laughing after I got over the tears of what happen. I haven’t been that emotional over a book in so long.

I really hope I find a book that can compete with it really soon. I hope that one day my writing will be at that level if not better. All I can do is PS&P; Pray Search& Practice.

 

First entry. Does anybody listen January 30, 2010

Filed under: Uncategorized — christaholley @ 6:40 am
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I don’t know what I expected by doing a blog; I guess only time will tell.
It’s past midnight and I’m sitting up in my house waiting for this contest to be over because there is a bed upstairs with my name on it. No really, I carved my name into the frame of my bed, it has my name on it.
Randomness is my middle name and I think it’s because I’ve had mental disorder since I was born. No one in my family would know though, we all suffer from it.
*sigh*
I wish there was a button I could press and push time forward then push it back. If I could I push it forward to see who won then rewind it back and go to sleep knowing that I had just wasted my precious sleep.