First Posts are Annoying

Everyone must do the proverbial "First Post" that intorduces someone into the politics of the bloging site they are reading. I'm going to skip that and just do what I will typically do when I am on this site. I will be posting a couple paragrapsh from a story tha tI am writing every day. Taht's right, you heard me: Every Day! Great huh? Now you msut be wondering why I am doing this. It's simple: I want to write for the rest of my life. That's right. I have big plans. Which I will discuss tomorrow once I have them all put together. You see, I personally like Fantasy Fiction, but I read all sorts of books. If you have a book that you want me to read, feel free to tell me what it is. As a matter of fact, I'll have even more info on contacting me tomorrow if you want to do so.

Continuing on though, I will also write about influences on my work. That means I'll also be reviewing books as well. There will be a lot of books by the time I'm done. I can just feel it. Thousands upon Thousands of books. Just the way all biblophiles in the world love it. Most of the books I will discuss will usually have made animpact on me in someway as well that I will also share with you if you like.

So as a start with the book reviews, I shall start with an old book that was once my favorite book way back when I was in 4th grade. It was called "So You Want to Be a Wizard". This book is by author Diane Duane. While not the hardest book to read, it is indeed an interesting read. The book starts out with a girl named Nita Callahan. She's thirteen and has problems with bullies at her school. While trying to hide from Joanne and her gang of girls, she hides in the library and stumbles across a book that seems to teach how to be a wizard to anyone; that is as long as they take the Wizard's oath and do a tiral, also known as "the Ordeal".

Soon, she is at home, practicing spells, and she meets another boy who has the same book named Kit Rodriguez, who also has the same bully problem. Fromt here, the book gets rather interesting. A large "white hole" named Fred comes to tell them of a missing book, known as the Book of Night with Moon. The search for the book leads both kids to an alternate Manhattan (and this might I add is my favorite part...). Man-eating helicopters, vicious packs of killer cabs; can it get any better?

Doesn't that sound like the best place to save the world from ancient evils?

This has to have been one of my favorite books when I was a child and I often read this book over and over again. Even if you're 10 to 50, it's a really good book. Go read it.

Now for the part that you ahve been waiting for. you want to see what I can write, right? Well here it is. I wrote a little starter for all to read. The story is called Oracle (working title name only). I hope that you guys like it:

Part 1 -

The tavern was dark and smoky. At one table near the door, a single person sat, cloaked in a long white cloak. The cowl hung over their face in such a way that no one could see into it. On the dark table made from pine, a single bowl sat on the table. Pale porcelain hands reached for the bowl from within the cloak and lifted it up into the cowl. The bowl vanished into the darkness of the hood. As it did, the tavern door flew open and a cold wind blew in. Cold wind surged around the cloaked figure that stood in the tall doorway. The taproom went silent for a moment as the figure stood in the doorway, surveying all. Slowly, the brown cloaked form walked into the crowded room.

The hood of the cloak fell back and a man was revealed with a long thick mustache and a scar down his right cheek. Dark brown hair hung down past his neck and towards the bottom of it, it was braided in traditional northern style. Three braids intertwined with each other, and at the bottom of them, the dark green beads that were also commonly worn in the north. The taproom stared at him for a minute and then went back to its original merriment, ignoring the stranger.

As the man looked around, he saw that only one table had almost nobody at it. The only person at the table was the white hooded figure. The man stood there, trying to size up the person sitting there, but neither sex, nor persona was able to be seen. He walked over, sword on hip, and sat down. Unbuckling his scabbard, he placed it on the table as a sign of good will. He could not see into the cloak’s hood, but then he was not sure if he wanted to. The bowl that sat in front of the figure jostles slightly.



And as a Random Fact for today:
Marcel Proust's "A La Recherche Du Temps Perdu" (translated as Remembrance of Things Past) is the world's longest novel, according to Guinness World Records. The profoundly influential 13-volume work contains 9,609,000 characters, with each letter and space counting as one character.