Famous People Tag

 

 

Here are the rules - well, they're more like guidelines, really.

• Add the button and link back to the person who tagged you
• Answer the question
• Tag some other people

That would be the illustrious Elizabeth Morgan from Confessions of a Teenage Writer.

#1) Who is your favorite singer/group?

Adam Young's music was the first (and practically only) individual artist's work that I really got hooked on. When I first heard To The Sky I loved the song but hated the singer's voice. Then it grew on me, and now I absolutely love it.

 

2) If your favorite male actor was in the room right now with you, what would you do?

 

3) What is a famous person you used to love but (due to something they did in their life) you've suddenly changed your mind?

 I could tell you, but that would be spoilers, now wouldn't it? >:)

4) Name a famous person who has a name that starts with a V.

 This has been said before, but it needs to be said again.

Viggo Mortenson! AKA Aragorn the Awesome.

5) What's one of your favorite red carpet dresses?

 Wot??? I've never seen a dress made of carpet. Let alone RED carpet.

6) Who's your favorite royal person?

 

 

 The lovely Zelda! 

7) Who's your favorite child actor/actress?

 

I loved Lucy in The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe! 

8) Is there an actor/actress you actually like the private lives of?

 I try not to find out anything about actors private lives. It would ruin the characters for me. I mean, can you imagine if we found out Anne of Green Gables married an alien? O_o No, I wouldn't want to know if her actress married an alien.

9) Do you think actors and actresses have improved over the past 100 years?

NO! :D Next question.

10) What's the weirdest famous person name?

Benedict Cumberbatch is weird enough for me.

11) Do you think you look like a famous person?

No. XD

My family used to tell me I looked like Lucy Pevensie. Then I grew.

12) Share your favorite famous person quote.

 "Let there be light!" That's uh, God. I was quoting God. 

13) Who's your favorite dancer?

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 FRODO!

14) Why is your favorite actress your favorite one? When did you decide she was your favorite?

 

 

Mmmmm... I can't pick a favorite actress. But since you asked, whoever played Lady Dedlock from Bleak House. I just really love her for some reason. I can't get over her. When did I decide? Just now, when you MADE ME. 

15) Have you ever met/seen/been close to a famous person?

Does  Andrew Peterson count?

TAGS! 

http://wirelesstypewriter.blogspot.com/

http://masterfullyminded.blogspot.com/

I don't know anyone else... so... I tag YOU!

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GAH!
That was me taking a huge breath after being underwater all month. What was I thinking? That was madness!
I knew it would be hard when I decided to participate in National Novel Writing Month, but by my beard, I must not have believed myself. This month I struggled to wrest some kind of plot from an already empty mind, to write on zero inspiration, and to resist the desperate, ever-growing urge to draw. I doubted myself, I doubted my characters, I questioned the purpose of my story and even the purpose of my life.
And what have I got to show for it? 20,900 words. Six chapters.

Optimist: Not bad! 
Pessimist: Failure!
Both sides of me are battling it out. I want to be disappointed that I didn't finish, but the truth is, it's okay. I'm still alive, I still love my novel, and it's still more or less functioning. And I've learned how to write even when I'm not inspired.
 I can still finish my novel. It doesn't have to be in a month. Thanks to my awesome friend http://elizabethlucymorgan.blogspot.com for her continual support, and to everyone who cheered me on. I couldn't do it without you. 

Bonus Quote!

Feeling uninspired and incapable? Low on motivation and confidence? Here are some quotes to turn the blank sheet of paper into a window to another world.

Bonus Quote!

"You keep sniping and bickering with each other and interrupting me, and what happens? An expository interlude that shouldn't have taken more than two pages is now going to have to be continued into the next issue! Don't you worry at all about losing readers who might quit from lack of swift story progression?"

—The Pathetic Fallacy, Jack of Fables.

The Offspring of Midnight and and Overactive Mind

Last night a scene from my story suddenly forced its way into my mind, and my hand snapped on the light and started writing before I knew what I was doing. It was an absolutely precious moment between two of my characters, and somehow these beyond-brilliant little pieces were reflected in the scene.

Copyright Someone Else. I own nothing.

Copyright Someone Else. I own nothing.

Courage

Bravery doesn't come naturally. Nobody's born with it. We're born with fear, and fears are developed.
And bravery is not the same as being fearless. Is anybody really fearless? If you care about anything at all, don't you fear for it? Fear drags us back from whatever could come between us and the things we care about. It can protect us - and it can kill us.
Because we care about the wrong things. I care too much about my safety, so I'm afraid to walk on an old fencetop. I care too much about looking perfect, so I'm afraid to get up on that stage and risk failure. I care about whether I hurt someone, so I'm afraid to say anything.
Fear can be helpful. It can stop of from doing something foolish. But fear isn't a motivator. It's a paralyzer. Fear tells us what not to do.
Courage tells us what to do.
It's too easy to think, 'If only I wasn't afraid of the dark, then I'd be brave.'
'If only I wasn't afraid of dying, then I'd be brave.'
'If only I wasn't afraid of letting them down, I'd be brave.'
 But fear of dying tells us that we care about life. You can't care about something without the fear of losing it.
Bravery isn't fearing nothing. It's choosing to do what's right, regardless of what we fear. Fearlessness kills the dragon. Bravery leaps on its back and rides it.
So you're going to take up your sword, go out there, and save the day? Maybe that's not courage. Maybe you're hiding behind that sword. Put the weapon down. That's courage.
Fear and care, bravery and hope. They go hand in hand.
Yes, I'm afraid of sinning because I care about obeying God. But I'm not going to let it stop me  from facing each day, knowing I'm going to make mistakes. I have hope that he'll forgive me again and again, and that gives me courage.

The fear of the LORD is the beginning of knowledge, but fools despise wisdom and instruction. ~Proverbs 1:17

The Making of a Character

It starts with an idea. One idea. A small idea.
A sentence.
A picture.
A face.
A hairstyle.
A hair color. 
A feeling.
A mood.
A dream.
A song.
A memory.
A place.
An object.
A blank document.
A blank sheet of paper.
It's the seed out of which a universe springs; countless fates intertwined, spread across miles of land and centuries of time. Histories grow, nations branch out, peoples spread, languages blossom. Thousands, millions, billions - infinite ideas sprout from one.
And all of it happens under my nose, and I'm hardly aware of it. Somewhere in my subconscious, all of this is taking place, and I only notice a few outward signs.
Someone opens a window. Suddenly the picture is breathing, living, right before my eyes. It's a person. She speaks to me. She must have spoken to me, or I wouldn't know how I know all that I know about her. She's shy, quiet, and insecure. She always steps down, lets the other person go first, speak first, take the first prize. She has a loving heart. She has flaws. But she hasn't told them to me yet.
It only took an instant. Just like that, the information's there. It's in my head, and suddenly I don't just know about her. I know her. If I keep listening she'll tell me more, and I won't know I'm being told until just after she's finished speaking.
So now she's in my head. She talks a lot, but somehow I only hear her words on rare occasions.
She's pushing on me from the inside. She wants to get out, and she's not waiting to explain why. There's an empty notebook, the perfect landing pad. Before I know what she's doing, she's jumped onto the paper and made it her home. It's become a doorway to her world, a doorway through which anyone can step. And every page that she allows me to write is another door, each one leading to a different place.
Finally, I lay down my pencil with a sigh. Suddenly, she's not just in my head. She's on paper. She doesn't just exist for me. She exists for others.