Friday, March 16, 2018

The 5-Part Writing Special: Main Character(s)

Introduce your Main Character(s): (Just like a name, and who they are…)
  1. Nixie Orson, daughter of the once famous scientist Stewart Orson. She was born and raised in Germany. Her story is FIRST THOUGHTS.
  2. Hedley Kieffner, lives on Orsona in a small town with his large, red headed family. They raise horses for the giant mosquitoes diet. His story is UNCONTROLLED THOUGHTS.
  3. Taylor Ibori, the one who made this series become. His book was written first, though it's book #3. The young black man is nearly 30 and his story is SILENT THOUGHTS.
  4. Akerly Gray, has lived life doing everything his best friend and cousin, Zeroe, has. He has just dropped out of OUM after Zeroe was expelled. Life changes for them as they join the Rebels. Their story is DECIDING THOUGHTS.
  5. Dale Oehler, is a chief interrogator on Babel. His life has purpose because of his wife and children. His story is BROKEN THOUGHTS.
  6. Mashaki Payne, daughter of the High Captain of the skies and ex-girlfriend of Taylor Ibori. She and Dale grew up as best friends. Her story finishes the series in FINAL THOUGHTS.

How are the goals of the main character and the villain clashing?
Each of my main characters believe differently than the other, all three main worldviews spread between the six of them. As you can imagine that brings much trouble.

War. Death. Imprisonment.

There is no "true" villain in this series, for each character gets the chance to be main character, side character, and villain. They all desire their own version of peace. But peace means something different to each person, according to what they believe.

What motivates your MC?
  • Nixie lives for her father and to serve God. She hopes that someday her mother may return to their family dynamic. 
  • Hedley is motivated by curiosity. 
  • Taylor desires to speak, to know, to be educated. 
  • Akerly is motivated by his cousin.
  • Dale's family keeps him passionate.
  • Mashaki is motivated by pretending she is OK.

What lie does your MC believe in?
  • Nixie believes that thoughts can be understood, that people can eventually understand.
  • Hedley believes he can find purpose once he learns to control his thoughts.
  • Taylor believes knowledge is the key to healing.
  • Akerly believes loyalty to his cousin is worth any cost. 
  • Dale believes his actions are justified by necessity. 
  • Mashaki believes what she and her father does is necessary, and that regret is too late for her.

What is one trait the MC disapproves of in his/herself?

  • Nixie doesn't spend much time thinking of herself.
  • Hedley hates how he cannot control his thoughts.
  • Taylor is about improvement. He does not wast time pondering his bad traits.
  • Akerly hates how he has no purpose outside of his cousin.
  • Dale hates the brokenness that dwells inside.
  • Mashaki hates how she acts so cold, indifferent about things that matter. Yet how else could she live her life?

What does the MC love about him/herself?
  • Nixie is proud of her Aryan looks.
  • Hedley loves the excitement he feels from a new discovery.
  • Taylor loves that he can learn easily.
  • Akerly rarely thinks about himself in a positive way. 
  • Dale loves that he can do efficient work.
  • Mashaki spends too much time being prideful about her accomplishments. But that is just because she is too busy trying to forget about regret.

What is your MC’s greatest strength and weakness?
  • Nixie: trust 
  • Hedley: excitement
  • Taylor: knowledge 
  • Akerly: loyalty 
  • Dale: strength of will
  • Mashaki: indifference 

What does your MC like to do when they’re bored?
I'm afraid I never give my characters the chance to get bored... but we'll pretend...
  • Nixie: stare at the stars and dream of the day when her mother might come home so that her whole family may be together and worship God.
  • Hedley: Listen to his sister... or Mellie... sing. If they aren't around he'd read.
  • Taylor: Boredom could lead to bad dreams... must not be bored. Will study, read, train, anthing.
  • Akerly: work with the animals, maybe go for a walk and sit by the river.
  • Dale: watch his wife play with the children.
  • Mashaki: visit Ross and Janice. Or find someone to lecture. Most likely the latter.

What does the MC look like? (Bonus points for picture)
Sorry, I'm terrible with pictures ;/
  • Nixie: she is petite, young. Her mother calls her "My little Pixie", as she looks much like a small fairy. She is pale, with long blond hair, light blue eyes. Her smile is sweet, naive, wanting only peace between everyone.
  • Hedley: Hyper, his red hair seems to be every where at one. His skin is pale with freckles splashed all over. He is muscled from working on the farm. In the summer he is always sun burned; he does not tan.
  • Taylor: He is negro, medium height. His hair is fashioned after the Greeks, due to his love of study, he has two inch long smooth curls spread evenly about his head.
  • Akerly: A tall negro man, muscled from work on his family's farm. In the beginning of the story he and Zeroe have dreads.
  • Dale: Tan, softening muscles, dark hair cut too short. His dark eyes are deep, full of the pain he tries to hide. Normally he succeeds and instead one sees intense power, and instead are afraid of the pain he might inflict.
  • Mashaki: Negro, curvy. Her full lips always smile, whether truly for your gain or your pain may not be known. Her hair is styled, past her shoulders, with a slight 

How is your MC similar to and different from you?

  • Nixie: When I was younger I used to too wish that all might just get a long. Just like her I had to find out that hard way that this just isn't possible.
  • Hedley: I've been told already that we two are very much alike, despite him being a guy. His random thoughts, his hyper unexpected ways. I may have just wrote my mind open to the whole world...
  • Taylor: I, too, have desired certain things intensely only to discover it was not meant to be, and so I had to accept the new dream God would have me accept.
  • Akerly: loyalty is extremely important to me, and it, too, has hurt me in exchange. But like Akerly I have found that regardless of the pain I had to continue on loving.
  • Dale: When I lost what I loved most is shook my world. Darkness came, but necessity helped me to push through until hope was able to light my world again.
  • Mashaki: in many ways I am too much like Mashaki in that I will hide my pain behind laughter, pretend to be callous and indifferent just because I can't face the hurting. And because of that I, too, have been accused of being cold-hearted when all I was wanting was to be understood.

And those are my characters! Which do you like best? Least? Do you have characters with traits similar to yourself?  

Wednesday, March 14, 2018

You Are What You Say

Found on Pinterest 

Pinterest is a great place to find quotes. That's about all I do on there ;) There are always so many! Great ones and not so great ones.

But the majority of what I find are like this one: they sound great but deep down... they  really aren't that great.

Let me explain...

To an extent, this is a great quote. It's not the best thing to gossip about people. I mean... the Bibe talks against it. And talking about the weather or the last party you went to is rather pointless. But is it true that ideas are the epitome of great minds? 

Let's dig into this idea and see...

The greatest person that ever lived was Yeshua (Jesus). His mind is the one we should imitate. His ways are the way we should walk. His words should reflect from our conversation.

What was the mind of Yeshua like? 

  • To do His father's will
  • To sacrifice himself for us (people) 
  • To love everyone
  • To warn us of consequences (events) 

Yes, he spent time with the pharisees discussing ideas. But do we really want to group ourselves with the great minds, to be great and discuss ideas?

Ideas are merely philosophical ponderings of the truly important things: people and life (events)

Ideas are fun. Ideas are good. Ideas are important.

But people are real, and they along with life are what really matter.

Ideas should pave the path toward living worthy events with the people God has surrounded you with. 

Great minds don't discuss ideas, events, or people. They think about God and live in a balance of all three. 

So, yeah, don't gossip. Don't live for the next party. But let's not say great minds are merely philosophers. Because greatness doesn't rely in being conceited or selfish.

Greatness is being like Yeshua (Jesus).

Love to hear your thoughts! What are some ideas that are worthy of being discussed, that help us live better lives for those around us? 

Monday, March 12, 2018

The Lawrence Children: Chapter 6

Ann Finds Answers

Robert and Miles Richter stood up front, lecturing the class on the wilds of the Americas. Ann sat erect in her seat, as she should. But she couldn't get a nagging feeling to leave her thoughts.
She sent a furtive glance around the room. Noah and Fred-O were both entranced with what David's uncles were saying. All the boys were. Barbara sat next to Ann and seemed to be in a daydream over their stories. Yes, every girl except herself was entranced.
Ann shook herself.
Their words about Alex Norris were disturbing.
“We came here first with our fathers and Mr Norris back in the late 1860's. Norris became acquainted with our father soon after we moved – we didn't know each other well, but Robert and I called him Uncle. The men all held enough respect and trust to know such an endeavor they were undertaking was worth the effort.”
They knew Alex Norris?
Ann was interested now.
Robert spoke as Miles took a break, “Yes, Mr Norris was a very nice man. It was a pleasure to know him. Sadly, we had to leave just a few years after everything was booming. The town was growing too large too quickly for our liking.”
Mr Farrows stood up, “It still is growing thanks to our gold mines.”
“Gold has always been an attractive friend to the adventurous,” Robert said. “And it was a very good friend to Norris – made the man quite wealthy.”
Ann thought to herself that this man didn't seem that poor off either. David was part of one of the richest families in town.
Mr Farrows asked, “Can you tell of more of Alex Norris and the early beginnings of our town? It's not often that we meet people who are personally conscious of our heritage.”
Miles and Robert smiled, nodding. “Of course,” they said.
“There really isn't that much to tell,” Miles said. “It was during a time when people were trying to escape the war and build up a new life – this was fertile ground, though one wouldn't have thought so at first glance due to the short growing seasons, vivid winds, and rocky mountain land. No – Montana's fertility lay deeper than her soil, in her very inwards. It was a great time for Montana – mines of all sorts were being discovered all over.
“In this area we had Norris and Sterling – and there is Red Bluff. And all of Madison county was as it still is, a thriving community.”
Robert took up the story, “Gold – who doesn't see progress marked all over this word? It was the master of every good thing to this town – the railway, the businesses, the people, the homes. Civilization came and we can give much thanks to Alex Norris, who sacrificed so much.”
“What happened to Mr Norris?” Mr Farrows asked. “I don't recall hearing much about him.”
Ann perked up. Of course Mr Farrows wouldn't know – he hadn't lived in Norris long.
“He died a sudden death, sadly. He was in his late life – yet he always seemed much younger. It upset many – the details. But what matters is the application of his deeds – what he did for this town to make it great.”
“Why?” Mr Farrows raised an eye.
“There was much conspiracy to his death,” Robert wouldn't say anything else.
A sudden suspicion came over Ann as she heard Miles next words.
“It was a sad thing – we were forced, Robert and I, to leave Norris just shortly after he died. The grief was too much for a time.”
Forced? Before they had put an emphasis on how they had a thirst for adventure. But now she wasn't so sure, especially with their next words...
“Our fathers were sad to leave the county-”
“You all left?” Mr Farrows interrupted, a practice he often asked his students to stay away from.
“Yes – all of us Richters left. Except our baby brother – he was married to a fine woman that had a good standing with the people of Norris. And even if he hadn't, he has always been much different than us two older brothers,” Robert laughed winking toward his nephew David.
David laughed, too.
Ann didn't hear any more words of theirs – she was convinced of one thing. Somehow in some way these men were involved in the murder of Alex Norris.

“How was school today?” Lucy asked as she served out bowls of stew for each of her siblings.
Ann shrugged, accepting her bowl. Her mind was too full to speak just yet. Julie sat next to her, eating her soup and quietly humming a song.
“The Richter brothers came today – David's uncles that are mining at the Boaz,” Noah said.
“Yes, I think I know who they are,” Lucy said.
“They were very funny,” Fred-O said. “I'd like to be like them – traveling all over the wild and seeing all kinds of things.”
Vern laughed, “It wouldn't be half as exciting as they make it sound most the time.”
“Why?” Fred-O asked.
“Because – mostly you would be walking and starving and walking some more. And scenery would change slowly – it would become very tiresome.”
Fred-O wrinkled his face together, “I think it would still be a little fun.”
“During lunch all the girls went to the hot springs. They invited Ann to go but she wouldn't go,” Noah said.
Ann glared at Noah. He was such a rat at times.
“Why not?” Lucy asked.
“I didn't feel like it. And the water is dirty water miners bathe in.”
Lucy laughed, “That never stopped you from going before.”
“She never plays or talks to any of the girls. I saw them invite her to play hockey and she wouldn't go,” Noah added. “She'll just groan – invent some excuse about why she can't go. We all know she's making it up.”
“That's a stupid game – they don't even know how to play it correctly.” Ann felt Lucy's worried look resting on her. How she wanted to strangle Noah. She might very well do it.
“And she just sits by herself during recess, reading,”
“Noah, shut up,” Ann loudly said, looking him directly in the eyes. “And that's not true. I play with you boys lots.”
Ann regretted her words almost as soon as she said it knowing Lucy wouldn't like that she chose to play with the boys over her own friends.
“I didn't know you liked reading?” Vern asked, sounding puzzled.
“Neither did I,” Lucy added. But Ann heard a difference in Lucy's voice – different than Vern's. He just seemed interested in a bored way. Lucy sounded surprised and worried.
She didn't want Lucy worrying over her.
“Is there a reason you are staying by yourself?” Lucy asked.
“No – I'm just tired of their ridiculous chatter and games,” Ann said. She wouldn't add how she felt more of an outcast when with them. The other girls were not courteous – only occasionally pretended to be so when they felt a duty to show pity. “And the school library has a better selection of new titles.”
She wanted none of that. And though she still despised books, they were a safer remedy to her problems.
“You used to be an expert on silly chatter,” Noah teased.
Ann sent him another glare.
“That's enough, Noah,” Lucy said. “Eat your food and leave Ann alone.”
But Ann did not feel rescued with Lucy's words. Only caged.
“I wasn't bothering her,” Noah pouted.
“Just listen,” Vern said. He sounded distracted still – like his thoughts were completely buried and left in the ore of the mine. He rose and left the table, “Think you and Fred-O can handle chores while I try to catch make with a book Mr Farrows and Lucy think I must read?” Vern asked of Noah.
Noah slowly nodded, “Yeah.”
Vern cleared away his dishes and brought back a large book.
Everyone else kept eating.
“Ann, maybe we should talk?” Lucy said as she sat down with her own bowl of stew.
Ann shook her head, “I don't think there's anything to talk about.”
Ann didn't like Lucy's troubled look. People weren't supposed to worry about her – what was so wrong with not wanting to associate with silliness? “Ann -”
“I don't see why you are pestering her,” Vern said. Ann looked to her older brother in surprise. “She doesn't want friends and you can't compel her to have them.”
“Vern.” Lucy sounded frustrated. “That's not what this is about.”
“It isn't?” He looked so confused. Poor Vern had too much on his mind – books weren't for him anymore. Yet Mother would be happy to see him reading something educational.
“No, this is about her pulling into herself. We don't want Ann shutting out the world, but living in it.”
“She kinda is still living in it,” Vern said.
“You know what I mean,” Lucy blew hard into her stew.
“I just think you are making a big deal out of nothing,” Vern said. He turned back down to his book.
Ann agreed with Vern's last words wholeheartedly.
It was no big deal. She had never been close to any one anyways – and now she was just doing more productive things with her time than gossiping.
Why was gossip even considered that sophisticated of a thing?
She decided to share her thoughts, to take the focus off her. And maybe help solve this mystery. “I think the Richter brothers know something about Alex Norris' death.”
“Of course they do,” Noah said. “I heard them tell us all about it today.”
“No, silly,” Ann said, giving a little smile. “I mean I think they more than know – might even be partially responsible.”
Vern looked up from his book, “That's a huge accusation, Ann.”
“Oh, I know. I wasn't saying we report them or anything. Just something to keep in mind.”
Ann could tell Lucy hadn't completely forgotten about her. And that this story wasn't helping her case, but actually making it worse. In fact Lucy was probably only waiting until a better time, when they were alone. And then Ann would receive a long lecture for so many things.
Which was OK. She didn't have to listen to Lucy.
Lucy played along with the topic change, “If the brothers are much like David I wouldn't want to suspect them.”
“They aren't like David at all,” Fred-O said. “They are like wild men.”
Noah laughed, “David can be wild – just the other day he was shouting and whooping like an Indian.”
“I mean woodsman wild – and real wild.”
“Not fake wild?” Noah teased.
Ann brushed past the boys' comments and issued her information, “Their father knew Alex Norris well – helped start this town. Yet when he died they were forced to leave Norris. Only David's family stayed. I guess they were a pretty well respected family, above the Richter father and two older sons.”
“That is interesting,” Vern said, closing his book but keeping his finger inside for a marker. “But not enough evidence to prove they were murderers.”
“Very true,” Lucy said.
“It's still good information to remember,” Ann said. “Just in case we need it.”
“Why are we talking about a murder? I'd rather find the lost treasure than who killed somebody twenty years ago,” Noah said.
Ann finished up her stew, “Because this was something important to Grandpa.”
Lucy offered her more stew and Ann accepted. She watched Lucy serve more stew to everyone except Vern. He had finally turned back to his book, and it looked like he wouldn't allow himself to be distracted anymore.
Julie squirmed next to Ann.
Ann smiled down at her baby sister even as Julie smiled back, her face filled with affection. She seemed to be dancing on the bench, little hips and upper body twisting back and forth.
“We need music,” Ann said. “that way Julie has a tune to dance to.”
Everyone looked to Julie and laughed.
“I'll learn the fiddle – Mr Farrows has one and told me once I might learn. Then we can all dance as I play,” Noah said.
“I don't want to dance,” Fred-O said.
“You don't have to,” Ann smiled mischievously at her little brother. “You can do the chores while we party.”
Fred-O stuck his tongue out at Ann. “I can sing about Fred-O and Julie can dance to that music.”
Noah laughed, “You don't dance to that song. Maybe fall over dead – but not dance.”
Fred-O started singing, drowning out Noah's teasing.
Ann smiled into her warm stew.
It didn't matter what the girls at school thought. Or what Lucy suspected. Ann knew she was fine. She just didn't want to deal with any silliness, but discover the truth behind some secrets.
Right now she felt happy.
And that's all that mattered – not what others thought.
Noah and Fred-O rose from the table at last, bundled up, and still bickering as they left to do the chores.
Lucy took Julie from her spot and put the little girl in bed in Mother and Father's old room.
Vern continued to read.
Ann still had her homework to finish up. But first there were dishes – she stood up and added her bowl to the pan of dirty dishes. Lucy had put water on the stove and it was boiling – she poured the steaming liquid over her pile of dishes, adding some cold water from the pail of melted snow, then with a bar of lye soap she started her evening chore.
“Vern,” She asked as she set the wet bowl into another empty pan.
“Yeah?” He didn't look up from his books.
“Do you think we can visit Grandpa’s cabin on Sunday? I know it's too cold to treasure hunt. I just want to see it.”
“Yeah, I think that should work.” Ann turned to watch Vern reading intently.
She turned back to her dishes.
The warm water felt good on her fingers. But she couldn't take too long if she wanted to finish her studies in a decent time.

Make sure to return the second Monday of next month for the next installment of the Lawrence Children! 

Father Tells a Story posted 10/9/17
No More Good-nights posted 11/13/17
Lucy Learns to Live posted 12/11/17
Never Know, Noah posted 1/8/18
Grandpa's Mystery  posted 2/12/18
Ann Finds Answers posted 3/12/18
Vern Lead's An Adventure posted 4/9/18
A Friendly Visit posted 5/14/18
A Real Clue? posted 6/11/18
Fred-O is Frightened  posted 7/9/18
Good Job, Julie! posted 8/13/18
Hello, Life posted 9/10/18

Friday, March 9, 2018

The 5-Part Writing Special: World/ Setting

What would we immediately notice upon stepping into your storyworld? (What would stand out the most?)
No one speaks. Over the last century the capability of speech has been lost, as the gasses of two of the moons allow people to hear each other's thoughts.

But not only have people forgot how to speak, it's also illegal. Unity is important, so why speak when you can be one through thoughts?

Only the government and certain educated are allowed to speak verbally, as they need the skill to run society outside of the twin planets.

You would probably notice the giant insects, especially the giant mosquitoes the government officials have muzzled and use for transportation.

What place in this world (Earth) reminds you most of your world? (Or provide a picture that you think best defines your story world.)
Orsona and Babel are luxurious, alive and productive. Besides that being the same world wide, they are very much like Earth with flat landscapes, rolling textured fields, and deep mountains.

Are there specific foods/dining habits particular to this world?
The culture practices are diverse, same as Earth. In fact in many aspects they world isn't that different than Western society when it comes to basic lifestyles.

Are there biases in your world, and how do they define the people? Is there a class structure and how would it affect the characters?
Everyone that lives on the twin planets believe that unity is of utmost importance. Bias is something they try to not have. But there are those that wish to do things differently, the Rebels.

The class structure is about unity and equality, though there is still a government. They are needed to make sure the world stays at peace, to keep the Rebels from causing havoc.

What belief structures/ worldviews do your characters hold? What are some philosophies of your story?
There are three main worldviews in my story, and all the characters hold to one of the three. The philosophies of these worldviews affect each person to such an extent that they live their life out accordingly to their view of the world.

  • Society and the government: Life is about unity, calm, order. Only a select few may speak verbally. Everything is about maintaining structure and health. There are few factories. No toxic chemicals. People walk almost everywhere. Giant insects are responsible for most of the economy's resources: material, transportation, food. 
  • Rebels: Those that oppose anything and anyone that they feel reject there standard of freedom. They are not interested in learning to speak, but in not being controlled. They live all about, secretly. They say they do not have an organized leader, but there are a select few the Rebels look up to and follow without question. They are working toward replacing the current government through revolution.
  • Believers: Not much is known of this group, in fact not many are aware of them and often they get grouped with the Rebels. It is believed that they are descendants of Stewart Orson, the man that first discovered the rift in the sky that lead mankind to the twin planets. 

Describe the general infrastructure (i.e., cities and what are those like?) What are the main locations in your story? (Bonus points: include a map.)

I'm afraid I don't have a map.
The main locations of my stories are:

  • Babel, the planet where government is located.
  • Orsona, the planet for general population.
  • OUM, Orsona's University of the Mind, where the select are taught to speak and trained for warfare against the Rebels.
  • Small agriculture towns, the life of society.
  • Triple Light, a small town with some big secrets.
  • Wynnville, another small town  where book #2 is set. 
  • Earth. Book #1 is set there, and it is visited in other books.

How is trade carried out through the story world, and how do the cities and nations interact with each other?
People supply needs, working on the small farms scattered throughout the planets. Nations are non existent, the worlds are one. There are small stores where people may trade or sell, currency is silver, gold, jewels, made into coins.

Are there any special or unique traditions or ceremonies that your world is known for?

Everyone keeps their own holidays according to the traditional religions they were apart of on Earth (as long as it doesn't cause disunity among others).

The only world wide holiday all keep is the anniversary of the planets' discovery.

Are there any significant historical events which affected the way your story world is now?

Yes, of course.
There was Stewart Orson finding the planets, then his disappearance.
There was Earth being evacuated. Then the remolding of society on the twin planets.
And the Rebels have always been a threat in one form or another.

What do you love most about your world?
Probably the three moons. White, green, blue. The white moon is believed to be without purpose as it's light is drowned out by the other two moons. And anyone that has ever neared it has never survived, crashing into a mysterious red light.

I love how the other two moons make it possible for this society to be one through thoughts.

And that, people, is the world of A SERIES OF THOUGHTS. Would it be somewhere you would want to live?

Wednesday, March 7, 2018

Are You Hungry?

I'm really weird with food. I usually get stuck on one thing for a long time. Usually it's decently healthy, easy to make, and tastes good (to me.) And so I make it over and over and over until... no I never get tired of it, I just find something else. And I can only focus on one food at a time ;)

For awhile it was these large, delicious salads. I'll try to do a blog post on them this summer. It's seriously the yummiest salad ever, and not that hard to make.

Then bananas and peanut butter.

Then it was Greek yogurt, stevia, and whatever I could find to add.

Then sourdough bread and peanut butter. 

For awhile I did spoonfuls of coconut oil.

And then anything with peanut butter or nutritional yeast.

Normally these food obsessions originate with hunger. 


And, this is just what I do. I eat what I can find.

I've discovered that I liked things I always thought I didn't like during times like these. Such as:

  • mushrooms
  • grapefruit
  • avacados
  • raw banana peppers
  • eggs
  • mustard 

Some days I try things that are nasty, though. Such as...

It looks like a carrot stick dipped in snot... just saying.

...sweet potato fry dipped in guacamole. It tasted like two splendid distinct flavors clashing for superiority. Basically, I did not like it.

Another time I tried corn chips dipped in peanut butter. That wasn't so bad. 

On one of these starving days all I could find was some of my sourdough bread, some Monterrey jack cheese, and some crunchy peanut butter.

I was so hungry I couldn't decide whether to make a cheese sandwich or a peanut butter sandwich. So, I put it all together... and it was quite good.

Awhile later, while babysitting, the kids were hungry.

My mind came up with a clever idea:

Havarti Cheese:

Peanut Butter:

Put them together:


I told the kid, "Now this looks nasty! But it doesn't taste nasty!"

I tried a bite first just to show him so. Then he tried it.

"You're right!" he said. And then he ate it all. And has asked for it again. And again. And again. Yummy.

I've recommended this yummy snack to several of my friends.

They think it sounds gross. I told one friend, "You can't vomit until you try it."

And of course once you try it, you won't vomit :D But that didn't seem to convince her ;D

What do you think? Will you try this out? What are some weird food ideas you've tried that turned out to be tasty? Even some nasty ones, just for laughs! I'd love to hear your stories :) 

Friday, March 2, 2018

The 5-Part Writing Special: Introducing the WIPs

Hello, everyone! It's Friday and I'm posting!? That's because I really wanted to join in on this fun link up.

This writing special is going to have five parts, each part posted every Friday of this month. All the other blogs participating are linked below.

I am trying to do better talking about my fictional writing on my blog. And I thought this would help! I hope you enjoy this, and don't forget to check out all the other blogs... so many fun stories being written over the blogosphere ;D

I'm going to share about a series I'm currently rewriting, six novellas called A SERIES OF THOUGHTS.

A 1-3 paragraph blurb of your WIP
Twin planets, Orsona and Babel, are unique in that society has almost achieved the dreams of a perfect Utopia. The gasses of the three moons combined make it so all can know each other's thoughts. There are no secrets, no divisions, no misunderstandings. Or so that is the constant struggle. 

It's been almost a century since mankind relocated from Earth, but there is still work to unite everyone. What does it mean to think, to speak, to choose? The questions of the ages are being tumbled about.

Follow Six young people as they learn to deal with their thoughts and the thoughts of those around them, and as they learn just what it means to live life.

Describe your WIP in ten short phrases.

  • Christian Political Sci-Fi
  • A Series Of Thoughts
  • Futuristic
  • Distopian/ Utopian
  • Giant mosquitoes
  • Stand alone novellas
  • Philosophical questions
  • Rationalizing emotions
  • Character driven
  • Conflicting worldviews

How did you come up with the idea of your story?
It was almost four years ago. My mom picked me up after I'd just finished cleaning a house for someone. I was pretty miserable, as before going I was covered with welts from mosquito bites, and after cleaning and using a lot of bleach I also had terrible rashes covering my arms.

Also, the bleach was affecting my breathing.

Never having been a fan of science fiction, I told my mom, "I'm going to write a science fiction that has giant blood thirsty mosquitoes and bad guys that ride them and shoot bleach guns."

After that... the story just happened. I sat down, started writing, and words became a young black man attending University of the Mind (OUM) where a professor was speaking to them about the three moons. I'm not really sure how the story took over from bleach guns and giant mosquitoes.

Why did you choose to write this WIP? What gave it priority over all the other plot bunnies?
I had just decided to be serious about my writing, joining GTW's 100 for 100 challenge. I had never written a story longer than a few thousand words. So tackling a longer story was an exciting idea. I wrote was has now become the third book of A Series of Thoughts. Why did it receive priority? You know, I'm not sure. I've never been able to understand why I decide to write one book over another. I have many ideas, true. But I've always been the type to stick to one at a time till it was done. Maybe I was just really frustrated with bleach and mosquitoes and had to let those feelings loose? Haha, who knows?

How did you go about preparing to write it?
Now, this is fun.

I wrote book #3 back when I was 18. And never thought it would become more. But over the last few years sequels developed inside my mind.

Then this last year I realized I was ready to write the rest of my series. I challenged one of my best friends to write novella for novella during NaNo. We each has an idea for a six book novella series, accumulating to at least 100k words. So it was perfect!

NaNo was a hectic month for both of us!

I prepared for my novellas by... thinking, and writing down a title for each one, and a small page of basic details.

I'm a strong pantser.

I managed to write most of the remaining books during NaNo, over 80k words. I finished up the series in December.

And that's all the preparing I did.

Did you have to do any research for this story? What was the most interesting/funny story connected with your research?
Well, I need to do research now.

I didn't do much for the first drafts...

I need to research spaceships. I should read some sci-fi books, fiction and nonfiction. But I really don't like sci-fi. Sometimes I feel I may have wrote the only good sci-fi.

Weirdest story? Ah, I really don't know.

My friend is reading through them. And I described a school have black boards. She said that was really unrealistic for a modern school. I guess I'm really dumb when it comes to public schools... ;D

Was this story easy or hard to write? Why?
Most of the books were easy to write. Silent Thoughts was a little hard as it was one of the first longer things I ever wrote. Also, I didn't know what I was writing. I had a vague idea of the ending. But I didn't know my characters or plot. I discovered that all, 100 words a day.

When I wrote the rest of the books this last year it was a lot easier. I was writing 3-5 thousand words a day and feeling great! I kinda knew my characters, though a couple of the books I discovered the plots as I wrote.

It was a satisfying experience, and I loved the journey!

Where was your favorite place to write this story?
In my bed, early mornings! Often I get up at five AM to write. Ah, yes, I love to write in bed :D

What makes your story unique?
I feel each of my characters are unique. And that it's Christian Political. And the way they communicate with thoughts, yet most of my main characters yearn to learn to speak verbally (something that is very illegal). Also, the rifts in the sky that lead to other planets and places... and the moons that allow for thought communication. Also the way I portray Earth in my series, and how I end the series, is very opposite from most sci-fi. I think. ;D

What do you love most about your story?
I love my characters soooooo much! And all the ideas and struggles they face. I just love how much I learned through writing about them learning about life.

I can't wait to share about my characters in a future post!

What do you think? Do my novellas sound a little interesting?
It's OK to say no. Just tell me so softly ;D

Wednesday, February 28, 2018

Fear, Sleep Away

Sleep away your fears
My darling. 
Let your brain rest free:
Light's dimming. 

Forget that you care,
Darling, smile.
Forget the nightmare
For awhile.

Sleep; let your eyes dry.
Time to rest.
Tell your pain to fly.
Just forget.

Darling, sleep is calling ~
Close your eyes.
Sleep is comforting ~
Restful lies. 

For a night it's OK.
Sleep and smile.
'Til the morning day
Comes to strike.


I used to write a lot of poetry. I rarely share of any of it, as it tends to be personal. But this I felt like sharing ;) Sometimes you are just so tired of life, and remembering, that all you want to do is sleep. 

But it can be hard to sleep when the world feels dark :) And that's when you just have to remind yourself how to forget. 

I hope you enjoy this poem I wrote this summer! It says I won first place at a county fair... but I didn't have any competition. Prize was like $3? I think ;D 

I eventually plan to turn this into a song, with one of my friend's help. We'll see if that ever happens ;p 

Wednesday, February 21, 2018

IGNORANT GRATITUDE: Thoughts From the Bonhoeffer Biography

I bought a couple books when I went to Summit a few years back, but I didn't get around to reading two of them until  this last year.

They were powerful reads, that I enjoyed tremendously. You can read my reviews of them on Goodreads.

Tactics, methods and strategies for better communications and debating. Basically, how should a Christian argue? And what is winning?

Bonhoeffer, biography of a theologian who was involved in a large conspiracy to overthrow/ assassinate Adolf Hitler. 

In 1930 German theologian student Dietrich Bonhoeffer went to study in America. Among the many things he witnessed, he was horrified by the segregation and racism that dwelt in our country with the Negroes. He said, “Our Jewish question is a joke by comparison; there won't be many people who claim they are oppressed here.”

Though racism was a huge issue for Americans in the 1930's, we all know the “Jewish question” was no joke.
Time proved that racism was awful in America, and only through extreme matters was it able to become otherwise.
But few, even the people that were living right during the time leading up to WWII, recognized the horrors happening in their very own country. Another place was worse… it was “relatively good” in Germany.
The end results were devastating. We all know what happened. People refused to admit that something atrocious was happening, blinded themselves to the dangers surrounding themselves.

And six million Jews were killed.

Today we compare ourselves to other places. We are better. We have “freedom”. Our prisons are“better”. Our government isn't as bad as another's. Our troubles are a joke compared to every other country.
We say we think critically, even as we believe every lie we are taught.

“I'm so thankful for the freedom I have. I'm so thankful God is on my side. Compared to other places… we are have it relatively good.”

All the while we choose to remain blind, just as the Germans did to Hitler's schemes.

We do not have it relatively good. Saying thank you for the freedom we do not have is not looking for the good in our everyday life. It's good to be thankful, we are even commanded to be so. But turning a blind eye to what is true is foolish, not stirring up gratitude. 

Being thankful that the sky is pink does not make you more grateful, nor help the fact that the country is sinking into Satan’s grasp.

Be thankful even as you see the truth, and do not turn a blind eye to the wrong we are allowing to exist in our very own land.
We are focused on things that do not matter. 

Career/ Work/ Social life/ Friends/ Religion/ Diet/ Clothes/ Materialism/ Appearance/ Entertainment.

Our country is falling apart, and we are dancing as if nothing matters. Because “our troubles are a joke compared to the rest of the world’s”.

Life continues… because we are not “called to make a difference here”.


Truth? (Oh… that is relative these days….)

We are flirting with our lives, just as the whole world did with the Jews'. 

We are tempting God's wrath.

Every person was called to love God, love mankind. To allow evil to exist in your very own country is the utmost rejection of your calling.

These were some of my thoughts I wrote while reading the book about Bonhoeffer.

Not only was it an amazing book digging into deep thoughts concerning God's theology, I saw a picture of our current day world over and over.

Dietrich Bonhoeffer told people about the concentration camps. No one believed him. People weren't dying in their county. Jews weren't being persecuted. 

It was the Christian's duty to help, to love, to stand against oppression. People's lack of obedience to God appalled Bonhoeffer. How could people turn a blind eye to people?

Romans 13 was quoted in his face... his response? People were taking it out of context. Instead of loving God, following God's call, loving their neighbor, things God commanded over and over and over, people were lying back in contentment justifying their actions on one passage.

Obedience to God, he said, often looked like sin to religious, legalistic Christianity.

In order to save lives Bonhoeffer had to come to terms with this question: could he kill? Could he lie? Could he do all of this in a good conscious.

The answer was no.

He could not.

Yet, he would. Because one was to follow God, not a conscious.

And in that way Bonhoeffer could bear the guilt of deceit as he tried to save innocent lives, pastor and care for everyone, and overthrow Hitler.

He chose to follow God. He chose to be thankful about what was real, and recognize the crimes happening under the carpet. And instead of leaving the carpet their, he chose to rip it away and burn it.

He didn't hide behind:

"I don't have time for politics." God told him to love people. To make his time about loving people. Politics didn't separate this obligation in his mind.

"The Jews aren't being harmed by having to wear a star. Or shop else where. Just obey the law and they will leave you alone." He knew small tyranny lead to slaughter.

"We aren't to stand against authority. We are to be submissive." He knew we are to never turn a blind eye when others' are suffering. We were never commanded to watch as others die, no matter what religion or sect or man-made law they broke.

One dream of Bonhoeffer's was to visit Gandhi. While he did not agree with this man's thoughts of God Bonhoeffer said this: "It sometimes seems to me that there’s more Christianity in [India’s] ‘heathenism’ than in the whole of our Reich Church. Christianity did in fact come from the East originally, but it has become so westernized and so permeated by civilized thought that, as we can now see, it is almost lost to us." (Page 248, Bonhoeffer)

"Gandhi was not a Christian," The biography reads, page 248. "But he lived in a community that endeavored to live by the teachings in the Sermon on the Mount. Bonhoeffer wanted Christians to live that way."

Bonhoeffer's question says well what I feel, "Must we be put to shame by the non-Christian people in the East? Shall we desert the individuals who are risking their lives for this message?"

The times we live in now are no different than those of historical times.
We are still a people that choose to be ignorant and conceited, rather than true followers of God.
We would rather to be comfortable and content in lies than love anyone.
Time hasn't changed anything.
But the worst part? That the blindest, most deaf, most hateful of us are those of us that call ourselves Christians. 
We say we follow God? But why don't our actions meet our words?

For any of you that like Narnia, I recently wrote this fan fiction about Polly and Digory from Narnia for another blog. I had to answer the question, "Why did those two never marry!?" ;D Enjoy the story!  

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

I Lust You: A Romance Story

Sometimes I like to write stories with pictures. Once upon a time I actually wanted to be a children's book illustrator... I thought I loved drawing. But then I realized I was a better writer than artist. Plus I love writing more :D 

Yet, at times... art is still quite fun ;D 

This is my 200th post. I think that's kinda exciting ;D If you actually count the posts you will only find 199. This is because of my blog being redesigned (one of my best friends is very techy!). So that means I'm going through old posts and getting rid of pictures that I wasn't allowed to use (I was ignorant with picture laws when I started blogging) and adding tags. One post was all pictures that weren't mine, so I deleted that ;p 

Monday, February 12, 2018

The Lawrence Children: Chapter 5

Grandpa's Mystery

New Year's came and went with no sign of the world ending. It was 1900 – and though many interesting things were happening all over the world, life continued on quietly in Norris.
Every morning, before the children left for school, Vern would open up their father's Bible and read. They would all pray together, taking turns. And sometimes they would even sing either a hymn or one of family songs.
After the Bible was read and prayers done, Lucy said, “I was thinking of riding with the children to school today. I want to pick up more books from the teacher and turn in my work,” Lucy looked at Vern. “Also I want to visit the hotel to see how Patty is doing.”
“Patty works at the hotel?” Vern asked.
“Kind of. She's been doing their cleaning, and lives in a small apartment next to them while the Harris' are away.”
Vern nodded, “That probably brings in a little extra money.”
They all liked Patty – she was several years older than them but was always a good friend to the children. She had been handed a life of sadness. She and her father had moved to the area when she was ten years old to pastor one of the churches in a nearby town. Her mother had died years before. But her father also died just a couple years after they moved, leaving her completely alone in the world.
She did have family back East that kept in regular correspondence with her. But she had said they were nothing like her and she'd be more alone back home than here.
The children were glad she had stayed, and that she'd been able to find a family in Norris to live with.

Lucy stepped out of the sleigh and took Julie into her arms. She left the rest of the children to put away the sleigh or visit with their friends as she walked into the school house.
Her teacher was sitting at his desk, bent over a book.
Lucy smiled, “Hello, Mr Farrows.”
The teacher looked up, “Lucy! What a pleasant surprise.”
Lucy readjusted Julie at her hips as she handed Mr Farrows her books. “I have finished the lessons. It took longer than I expected, I'm afraid. I'm not able to study as often as I should. I like to visit Vern at the mines during lunch, and that takes a considerable amount of time.”
“I'm assuming his work is going well, then?”
“I believe so,” Lucy replied. “It makes him exhausted, at least.”
“And you?” Mr Farrows asked as he took the books and looked them over.
“Me?” Julie squirmed trying to get away. Lucy held her tighter.
“How are you managing?”
Lucy felt tears threaten. She was managing well only because she wasn't thinking about it. She forced out a smile in her voice. “I'm doing well. Julie, the house, and meals keep me busy. But I'm glad I don't have to be in the cold as much as Vern. And I have more time for my books than he does.”
“I can see that,” Mr Farrows looked up from her books and gave Lucy a smile. “I'll have more lessons ready for you by the end of today, and these graded if that's convenient?”
“Can you have them done that soon?” Lucy gasped.
“Well, I can try to have most of the corrections done,” Mr Farrows confessed. “What I don't have done I'll send home with the other children. We also just received a shipment of new edition classics – I'll make sure to send one of those home with you.”
“That would be wonderful,” Lucy said. “And the book sounds lovely.”
“I'm glad. And Lucy?”
“I hope you and Vern are taking care of yourselves, too. I'm glad you staying strong in life. And we miss you here.”
Lucy looked down, blushing. “Thank you.”
“Keep up – you and Vern have the makings of adding greatly to our society.”
“Thank you, Mr Farrows.”
He nodded.
Lucy turned away, Julie still in her arms.
She smiled as she walked out of the school house, but stopped as she looked over the school yard. The last day she attended here she had no idea it would be her final... So long ago... yet just a couple months ago.
How she missed it.
She saw several of her school mates and friends. They hadn't seen her, though.
She saw another of her friends – David Richter. At one time she thought he liked her. But it was obvious he was with Joyce now.
Joyce was sweet. Still Lucy felt a pang of longing – or was it jealousy? Joyce saw her and waved.
Lucy smiled and walked down the school steps. Several of her friends now noticed her, too. They came running over.
“Lucy! It's been so long,” Gwen said. Once they had been best friends – but these last few months Lucy now felt separated.
All the other girls approached slowly, almost cautiously. Lucy knew why. They weren't sure what to say or how to look at her. Her parents dying set her apart from them.
“This must be Julie,” Gwen said. Gwen put her hands on her hips and leaned in to talk to Julie, “How are you doing? I don't think I've seen you since last summer – you were so tiny.”
Julie hid her face by burying herself into Lucy.
The girls all laughed – and a boy. Lucy looked up. David was standing nearby beside Joyce.
Lucy looked away quickly.
Needing something to say, Lucy jumped at Gwen's last words. “You haven't seen her in that long?”
“Not since the summer singing at the church, I think,” Gwen said.
“That was a long time ago,” Lucy tried to laugh.
“We haven't seen you in church for a long time,” Barbara said.
Lucy smiled at the younger girl. Their family had never attended church regularly. And just because their parents died didn't mean that would change. Both she and Vern agreed with her Father that the church meddled too much in affairs that should be kept private. But Barbara had always been a part of their circle at school even though she and Lucy had never been close.
“We have been wanting to come. But it's much farther away than school. And it's hard to traverse the cold with all the children. Also, Vern needs rest on Sunday – he works all the time the rest of the week,” Lucy answered.
“But fellowship is essential,” Lucy felt that Barbara raised her chin. It could have been pure imagination. Yet her words did hold an arrogant tint.
“Tom and Mary come over often. Plus – it's kinda hard to not get fellowship at our house - constantly.”
The other girls laughed.
Barbara turned her eyes around as if words couldn't express how stupid she felt Lucy's words were.
Joyce quickly spoke, “We can't go as much either. Father needs rest. And Mother says that the Sabbath is for rest more than anything else.”
Kind hearted Joyce. It was no wonder David was with her.
Lucy smiled, “I do hope once the weather clears we will be able to start occasionally going.”
“It would be nice to see you more often,” Gwen said.
The school bell rang.
Lucy nodded, “That would be nice.”
Gwen and Joyce each gave Lucy a quick hug as the others started walking for the school house. Gwen whispered into Lucy's ear, “I've been praying for you, dear friend. I hope you are feeling OK?”
“Thank you,” Lucy let her reserve down, not trying to hide the break in her voice. Let Gwen see just how much she needed those words.
Gwen gave her one more affectionate hug, “Know you are loved!” And Gwen ran into the school house.

Lucy walked to the hotel. It was not a long walk, but the wind pressed against her making the downhill walk feel as if she were pushing against a load of ore. Julie being in her arms didn't help matters.
Patty was inside the hotel. A handkerchief pulled her hair away from her face. She held a handful of rags and a broom. As soon as she saw Lucy she smiled, “Lucy!”
“Is now a good time to visit? I was in town and wanted to see you.”
“Now is perfect. I'm so glad you came.” Patty sat her rags and broom down. “I have just about finished up what I was doing.”
Lucy observed her older friend. To her there was no one more beautiful than Patty. A girl that was always happy, always in love with God. She never showed a sign of bitterness or anxiety, revealing the slightest longing for something different. All of Patty was always full of fun ideas, with an ever present beautiful smile ready to rejoice over something marvelous happening in her world.
“Come, sit. I'll fix us some warm tea.”
“That would be wonderful,” Lucy set herself and Julie on the couch in the lobby.
“Is it still pretty windy out there?” Patty asked as she left the room.
“Yes,” Lucy called out, but she doubted Patty could hear.
Julie wouldn't sit still on the couch. She wanted to pick at the woven material. She kept throwing the pillows to the floor.
Lucy kept her frustration away as she turned Julie's face to her own, “Julie, you have to be good. You can wait to play till we get home.”
“Are you saying playing is not good?” A man asked, causing Lucy to jump where she sat.
She hadn't heard anyone walk in – but there were two men. Both looked to be almost as old as her Grandpa would be. One looked very much like she would have imagined an older David looking like.
“I think you scared the girl, Robert,” the other man said.
Robert laughed. But he didn't say anything further to Lucy.
The other man did, though. “Are you staying here?”
Lucy shook her head, “I am visiting a friend – Patty.”
“Ah, the cleaning girl.”
Lucy nodded.
“Enjoy yourself,” the man said. Then he and his friend left, exiting with the wind.
Julie managed to escape Lucy's eyes as the men left and scampered off the couch. “Julie, you need to stay with me.”
But Julie acted as if she could not hear and began running – stopping as she bumped into Patty.
“Oh, Julie. Be careful,” Patty said. “Or I might burn you with this hot tea.”
Julie backed up, looking at Patty hard. Lucy picked up her sister and placed her back onto the couch.
“She is being very troublesome today,” Lucy explained. “I'm afraid I don't know how to take care of her.”
Patty handed Lucy a mug of hot tea, and another small tin cup of condensed tea to Julie. “I put some snow into Julie's tea – she should be able to drink it?”
“Oh, yes!” Lucy took the tin and handed it to Julie. “That should keep her occupied for a bit.”
Lucy blew into her tea as she took a sip.
“As to what you said about taking care of her, it appears to me you are doing a perfect job,” Patty said.
Lucy let the steam of the tea hide her eyes. “I don't know – I just feel I can't raise Julie correctly. I'm only 15 – I can't be a mother.”
“You don't have to be a mother – just do everything a mother does,” Patty said, laughing.
Lucy laughed with Patty, becoming less tense. Though she didn't really feel like laughing, still. “I feel bad for Vern. For the most part my life is really quite good, despite my extra work. And Mr Farrows says I'll be able to graduate with the rest of the class even though I can't attend school. Life will be better for me eventually – but Vern is doomed to care for all of us forever. At least until the children are grown and gone. His future has been very much postponed.” Lucy said.
“That is sad. But I doubt he feels bad. If he's the same boy I know, I'm sure he'd rather work and help out than anything else.”
Lucy laughed into her tea, “You are correct there. I didn't come to brood, though. I actually just wanted to see you.”
“I'm glad,” Patty chuckled. “I didn't think you were complaining. Life is hard – and talking it through is OK. Just as long as you work through it as you talk through it.”
Lucy said, “I think I am trying.”
“I can tell that you are – and succeeding,” Patty smiled. “Tell me how the other children are doing?”
“Good. Things have been mostly smooth. When the kids don't co-operate, Vern sets them straight, which is nice. But they mostly obey – they all like eating.”
Patty laughed.
“Right now we are all very interested in Grandpa's mystery.”
“Oh? I don't think I've heard of this.”
“It's a story Father used to tell us, of how Alex Norris was murdered and Grandpa knew secrets and had treasure.”
“I never heard Mr Norris was murdered,” Patty said.
“You didn't?” Lucy had thought all would know this.
“To be honest I do not know much of the man. Just that he founded our town and sold it later. I always assumed he went back to his home and died of old age.”
“Oh, well my Grandpa was a good friend of his – and greatly upset by his death.”
“How interesting,” Patty said.
Lucy silently drank a couple more sips.
“Is your tea good?” Patty asked.
Lucy took another sip, “Yes! Very!”
“Good. It is peppermint. I saved and dried the leaves this fall.”
“Where did you find peppermint leaves?” Lucy asked.
“My aunts from back south sent me the plants.”
“And they grow well?”
“Well enough.” Patty answered.
“There were two men that were in here earlier – they seemed nice, but strange.”
“Oh? The Richter brothers?”
“I don't know their names – just that one was named Robert and the other looked very much like David Richter. It makes sense they would share the same last name.”
“Yes, they are David's uncles. I heard that they used to live here when they were young – their father helped found this town, too.”
“I wonder why they are back?” Lucy said.
“You know men – always adventurous, with tastes constantly changing. Those two men seem to be the type to always drift.”
“I bet they would know more of Alex Norris and Grandpa,” Lucy said.
“I'm sure you are correct.”
Lucy and Patty then talked of other things as they drank their tea. Deep down Lucy felt perfectly content. She was so happy she had come to see Patty.
She felt better in so many ways, refreshed and ready to continue her work at home. And the tea seemed to have had a calming effect on Julie, for she was not misbehaving.

Make sure to return the second Monday of next month for the next installment of the Lawrence Children! 

Father Tells a Story posted 10/9/17
No More Good-nights posted 11/13/17
Lucy Learns to Live posted 12/11/17
Never Know, Noah posted 1/8/18
Grandpa's Mystery  posted 2/12/18
Ann Finds Answers posted 3/12/18
Vern Lead's An Adventure posted 4/9/18
A Friendly Visit posted 5/14/18
A Real Clue? posted 6/11/18
Fred-O is Frightened  posted 7/9/18
Good Job, Julie! posted 8/13/18
Hello, Life posted 9/10/18
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