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poorlytunedukulele · 4 years ago

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Day 6 - Triad

The triad is a rhetorical form whereby objects are grouped together in threes, with a heading indicating the point of likeness; for example, "Three things not easily restrained, the flow of a torrent, the flight of an arrow, and the tongue of a fool."

The Flow of a Torrent

“Azra.”

The Arcstrider looked up. Andal met her eyes and saw the confusion there. He gestured at the report he was writing. “You’re distracting me,” he explained.

Azra nodded and turned to look back out the Jumpship window. Andal went back to his report. It was quiet for a minute, but soon the rhythmic thumping edged back into his awareness. He cast a glance sidelong at his packmate. She was sitting stiffly in her chair, eyes locked on the stars outside. Her leg jiggled up and down in a frantic beat.

He cleared his throat and the shaking stopped. It wasn’t thirty seconds before it was replaced by a different noise- the sound of a knife popping free from its sheath and then sliding back home repeatedly.

“Jax,” he commanded in exasperation. “Sit still.”

She complied, lips pressed into a thin line, hands balled in fists on her knees.

Then the cockpit speakers crackled. “Whoa,” Andal’s Ghost announced. “Nav’s gone offline. Radio’s on the fritz, too.” Andal looked at his projection. It skipped and stuttered.

“Azra?” Barring some crazy solar flare, the closest probable source of electromagnetic interference was the Arcstrider sitting shotgun.

The young Hunter stood abruptly and strode back towards the cargo hold. The speakers quieted. Andal’s projection flickered once more and returned to normal.

He abandoned it and poked his head into the cargo hold instead. Azra was pacing back and forth, barely making it five steps one direction before she was forced to turn around. She was fiddling with the straps on her forearm guards and grimacing.

“You alright?” he asked.

“Has it always been so small back here?” Azra asked in response. There was anxiousness plain in her voice.

“What’s the problem?”

She looked dismayed now. “We transmatted straight here. I was still in Super.” She had been, he realized. There hadn’t been the usual time to calm down and take stock- their retreat had been more of an escape. “Things looked pretty bad there at the end,” the Arstrider continued. “I... went too deep, probably.”

It was easy to forget sometimes that for all the power she had, she was still young. Sometimes control could only be gained through patience and time. He reached for her hand-

She jerked back violently, hands up clear in the air, tense. Her eyes were blue-white with Arc Light. The hairs on Andal’s arms stood on end.

“That’s not smart,” Azra said. “That’s really- I’m fine. Really. I just need to…” She tightened the straps on her guards again and grimaced. “I’m gonna… chill. Over there.” She gestured to the back of the cargo hold.

“Punch it,” Andal called over his shoulder. He felt the ship accelerate as Charin obeyed. Andal turned back to the Arcstrider, who’d taken several steps backward. “Alright, kid, we’ll be in Camp in five minutes.”

“I’m okay, really,” she said. She sounded like she meant it, at least. “Just antsy. Can't just turn off the Arc like that.”

“If you say so.”

The Flight of an Arrow

“Tevis!”

The Nightstalker hissed and turned his aim elsewhere. But there was nowhere else to shoot. The refugees from the caravan they’d been guarding were just too close. The foliage was too thick overhead to let a Shadowshot through, the brush off the trail too dense. He couldn’t even shoot at what he’d aimed at; there were too many people nearby.

Tevis, apparently, hadn’t prepared himself to wait. He’d seen the Captain and pulled his Bow on instinct. The shriek of the unspent death in his hands was audible over Shiro and Cayde’s gunfire, rising in pitch even as his head whipped around, desperately looking for an avenue of escape.

There just wasn’t one. Andal reached the Nightstalker just as he gave up and took the metaphorical bullet. The Void weapon disappeared from his hands and he fell into a crouch, head tucked in, hands in white-knuckled fists against his ribcage. Andal himself had eaten Shadowshots before; he knew they could hurt like hell.

The refugees were panicking, even though the Captain and its crew were already dead. They jostled dangerously close to the Nightstalker. A concerned woman reached out a hand-

“Don’t touch him,” Andal snapped. “Cayde, Shiro, get the civilians out of here. We’ll catch up.”

Shiro was beside them in an instant, like magic, appraising Tevis. He made brief eye contact with Andal, nodded, and turned back around, issuing orders to the cluster of Humans.

Andal put a tentative hand on the Nighstalker’s shoulder, jerking back with a hiss when Void ripped up his arm like icewater in his veins. He shook the offended limb and settled into a kneeling position beside his comrade. Every muscle in Tevis’s body was locked tight.

It was only when the frantic chatter of the refugees faded that Tevis let out the breath he was holding. It came out a long, raspy squeak.

“Breathe,” Andal soothed. “You’ve got this. Just breathe.”

Tevis’s breath hitched, his shoulders shook, but he made no more noise. He relaxed slowly, by degrees, letting a knee sink to the ground to steady himself, unclenching his hands, letting his shoulder slump.

Finally, Tevis opened his eyes. “Close,” he panted. “That was too close.”

He made to stand, shaky. Andal helped him to his feet, relieved to not feel even a tingle of Void on his skin. Tevis had things under control.

The two stood a moment as the Nightstalker checked his guns. Andal only moved when Tevis shouldered the strap of his rifle and gestured. “Dusk’s not too far off,” the elder Hunter reminded.

“Miles to go before we sleep,” Andal replied.

The Tongue of a Fool

“Cayde.”

“Whaaaaat?” the Gunslinger drawled in fake offense.

Andal pinched the bridge of his nose. “You really need to learn when to shut up sometimes.”

“Just call ‘em as I see ‘em, bud,” Cayde said easily. “And wow, it is hard to not see you. Did you come that big, or you got platforms in your shoes?”

He was speaking to the Exo that loomed over them. The Titan must have stood at almost 7 feet, though Andal would guess that his armor did add a few inches. He planted his hands on their table, causing the wood to creak under his weight. “Do you want to repeat what you just said to my face?” The Titan even sounded menacing, low and growly.

“I said,” Cayde leaned forward, uncowed, “that’s the most ridiculous-looking helmet I’ve ever seen in my life. You’re not gonna have any luck wooing that lady with that ugly thing on your head.”

Andal cast a glance back to the table their interloper had been sitting at. True enough, there was a female Warlock sitting there, face halfway between relief and concern. Andal nodded at her. She abandoned her seat and made for the back door.

Cayde just rambled on. “Though maybe it’s because what you got under it’s uglier. Hey Andal, bet you a hundred glimmer this guy’s ugly as a Thrall’s butt. No! Two hundred.”

Andal sighed and looked mournfully at his drink. Cayde had obviously seen the Warlock getting uncomfortable with the Titan’s advances, yet instead of checking in with the Warlock or talking to the Titan like a normal person, he’d decided to crow out an insult at a volume the whole bar could hear.

“You owe me a drink,” he accused his Exo companion. “I’ve barely started this one.”

The Titan drew himself up to his full impressive height, rolling his shoulders. Cayde reached for a knife.

TYPE: Transcript. DESCRIPTION: Conversation. PARTIES: Two [2]. One [1] Guardian-type, Class Hunter, designate Cayde-6 [c6]; One [1] Guardian-type, Class Hunter, designate Andal Brask [ab] ASSOCIATIONS; Brask, Andal; Cayde-6; The Last City [Earth] //AUDIO UNAVAILABLE// //TRANSCRIPT FOLLOWS.../

[c6:01]: Beautiful night.

[ab:01]: Shut up, Cayde.

[c6:02]: No, really. Air’s practically balmy.

[ab:02]: I’m sure I’d appreciate it much more if I weren’t in a gutter. And if I weren’t bleeding internally.

[c6:03]: Hey, isn’t your blood supposed to be internal?

[ab:03]: You realize the hell our Ghosts are going to give us when they get here? I think we interrupted Charin’s gossip session.

[c6:04]: I saw that guy make like five passes at her. Wasn’t taking her ‘no’s like he should.

[ab:04]: So you find a way to distract him so she can leave.

[c6:05]: I did!

[ab:05]: Without starting a brawl that leaves us bleeding in the gutter.

[c6:06]: Ah, but where’s the fun in that?

[ab:06]: I hate you so much sometimes.

[c6:07]: You love me and you know it. I bring excitement into your life.

[ab:07]: I think I lost a tooth.

[c6:08]: Stop moping about that and start moping about the two hundred Glimmer you owe me.

[Silence]

[ab:08]: That guy was pretty ugly, wasn’t he?

[c6:09]: Thrall-butt was too kind, really.

[ab:09]: Fine, you can have your Glimmer. But you owe me that drink.

[c6:10]: Laaaaaaame.

Whoops it’s 1,500 words this time. Though I guess it’s a three-in-one, so each one’s 500, so it kind of counts? Success!

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#destcember #destcember2020 #destiny #destiny the game #andal brask #tevis larsen #shiro-4 #cayde-6 #if you don't end up beaten up in an alley somewhere #you've had a boring night

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trash-muse · 4 years ago

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Flashback: A Long Trail of Ashes

WHO: John Constantine and Asmodel @dark-musngs WHAT: Flashback - July 2000 - First meeting between a punk ass magician and a not-yet-corrupted angel.

There was a sudden burst of music and drunken revelry as the side door of a London pub opened and a lean eighteen year old man exited with a swagger in his boot clad step. The summer air was warm and sticky and not at all ideal for wearing tight purple jeans and a leather jacket, but that didn’t stop the young man dressing like a rejected 70s punk aesthetic.

“Constantine!”

John Constantine whirled around, flashing a devilish grin. “Evening lads,” he greeted the four men that approached him, demeanor calm to the point of arrogance. “Nice night for a stroll, yeah?”

“Sod off, Constantine.” The leader of the men shuffled forward, asserting dominance. “You have some nerve showing your face ‘round here. Especially after what you did.”

“And what did I apparently do?” John continued, the other man’s temper clearly ready to boil over as John’s flippant question added fuel to the fire.

“You cheated!” The man got into John’s personal space, shoving him hard into the solid brick wall of the pub. “You used your little magic tricks to win and now you’re gonna pay.”

“Not my fault you were daft enough to bet your house. I should be thanking you, the bed is very comfortable.” John replied, riling the other man up further. Really he should be doing the opposite, trying to soothe the man’s ire and make an escape. But it seemed John was itching for some kind of action and if that action was an uneven fight in an alley then so be it.

The man swung at him, his closed fist missing as John weaseled his way out. One of the others then lunged for him and John swung back, fist connecting with jaw. It didn’t take much for a scrappy brawl to break out. Four to one, odds not in John’s favour. However, the young magician did put up a good fight, proving he was a nasty piece of work as he had claimed to be so many times before.

There was no way he could win though. Arms pinned behind his back by two of the blokes, John braced himself as the leader went to punch his head in. But the hit never landed. White light filled the little alleyway and when John opened his eyes again, the other men were gone.

“What the…?” John rose to his feet from his knees, looking around flabbergasted. Had he been hit that hard he blacked out? John questioned himself, bringing a hand to his forehead and quickly withdrew it again, hissing in pain from a split eyebrow.

Suddenly movement caught his attention and John curiously moved toward it. “Hey!” He called out, realising the silhouette up ahead was actually a person. “Hey… who are you? Did you cause that light?”

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You’re not supposed to get involved…

Asmodel found herself repeating that phrase over and over again as she kept watch over the troublesome human. She had griped for days when she had received the assignment - a task usually given to a much lower rank of angel. Like a guardian or heaven forbid, a cherub. Cheery winged balls of energy. It was a warning for sure but for what she wasn’t sure. After Lucifer’s fall, heaven remained on high alert of any defecting angels, even to the point where they seemed a bit overly paranoid.

So the assignment had grown more interesting as the boy and the trouble he attracted grew. He probably stocked up all his close calls and last minute victories as coincidences, but it was busy work for the all-powerful angel keeping an eye on him. Heaven deemed him worthy of something, if not just to piss of hell, so she simply followed orders to keep him alive. Bare minimum of course, but alive all the same.

….except when he’s about to die in a common alleyway brawl!

Az cursed under her breath as she quickly had to step in, her presence lighting up the alleyway instantly. Thankfully there weren’t any other humans besides the three and John, so as the light died down she quickly stepped into the shadows so to blend into the surroundings. She wasn’t quite counting on Constantine to call her out though. Pausing where she was, she slowly turned to face the mess of a human. “Light?” she held up a small flashlight in her hand. “You mean this?”

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John jogged slightly to catch up, boot clad feet clunking heavily against the old stone street in the alley. A lazy smile crawled across his features as he was finally able to make out the woman’s appearance. “Yeah, light.” He repeated himself, eyes drifting down to the apparent source of light she held, a chuckle erupting from his lips. “Ah… right… must have meant that.”

Of course, John didn’t believe that for one second. There was no way the little flashlight could light up the whole alley the way it did. But John wasn’t going to call his savior a liar. That would just be rude.

“Anyway, love, while completely unnecessary, I do appreciate the assistance. So, thank you.” He spoke in a polite but rather dismissive tone, figuring the woman probably had better places to be.

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Az cursed under her breath as she heard him coming up behind her, not taking her off-handed explanation as a sign that she wasn’t interested in further conversation. She pocketed the phone and glanced over to him as she felt his eyes on her. Cheeky as always.

“Unnecessary?” she repeated in amusement they fell into step. “If I’m not mistaken, you were about to have your ass handed to you.” Her dark eyes flickered over to him before with a subtle smirk.

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“I had it under control,” John bit back, tone slightly defensive. He didn’t know what he would have done but he would have thought of something. He always thought of something.

The sass of the young woman was refreshing and her accent rather intriguing - definitely not local. Although, to be fair, neither was he. But he was willing to bet he was a lot closer to home than she was.

“But let’s not get into it, yeah?” John retreated on the pending bickering before it could even kick off. “So, my avenging angel, you got a name? Always like to know the name of someone before I buy them a drink.”

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“I’d hate to see what it looks like when you don’t have it under control.” Az smirked as he tried to save face, as if she hadn’t seen him plenty of times failing to have similar moments under control. She paused as he invited her out for a drink. Always the sweet talker - if only he knew how accurate avenging angel was in this case.

“Azra.” She turned to face him, looking up at him indifferently. “And I don’t drink.”

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“Never happen.” John smirked in reply, finding it easy to joke around with the young woman. Despite having never met her before, there was an air of familiarity about her. Like they had known each other for years. However, John paid it no mind.

Azra. Not a common name heard in those parts. Fitting for such an intriguing woman.

John had to chuckle at her indifference. “How about something to eat then? There are a few places still open. What do you feel like? Or don’t you do that either?”

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Az rolled her eyes as he continued to badger her. He didn’t quit. She should have expected this when she interceded, honestly it was what had stopped her from stepping in personally before, but she just couldn’t help herself this time. She sighed, raising a brow as she contemplated just wiping his memory and moving on. It was just such a hassle.

“…I can eat and you don’t seem to be familiar with someone turning you down. So sure, a quick bite won’t hurt.”

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A cheeky grin responded to Azra’s banter about being unfamiliar with someone turning him down. John was charming, cocky and persistent. All traits the blonde tried to use to his advantage. Sometimes it worked. Sometimes it didn’t. However as Azra continued it was clear John was winning her over.

“It definitely won’t hurt.” John replied, keeping in step with her. “So what do you feel like? There’s a pub down there that does chips but it gets a bit rowdy this time of night.” He nodded in the direction they were headed. “Or we could catch the tube to a little pizza place near King’s Cross. They shut soon but I know the owner, they’ll let us in after closing.”

“Or… if you don’t think it too forward. We can go back to mine and I can make you breakfast for dinner.”

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Az took a moment to consider the options. More human interaction wasn’t exactly what she had hoped for tonight but it could be safer than more one on one time with his ridiculous self. Although, knowing John, going somewhere rowdy was just asking for trouble and she didn’t want to step in to stop another brawl - once a night was enough without exposing herself.

She raised a brow as she looked up to him skeptically. “Is that what you say to get a girl to go home with you?” It was a good border between sweet and sleezy, so how many times had he offered it in the past? “Fine, breakfast it is.”

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John waited patiently as Azra mulled over the options. He wouldn’t pressure her into spending more time with him - though he found her intriguing, he did respect the young woman’s boundaries. However, Azra wasn’t saying no.

“Usually I’m the one being invited, not doing the inviting.” John’s apartment wasn’t exactly the most glamorous of venues. It was literally one bed with a small kitchenette and bathroom. Some closets had bigger square footage. But despite not having much room for guests over, it was safe and kept him off the street. “And not always a girl.”

His smile broadened as his offer was accepted. “Good choice,” John said before reaching out a hand to pause her steps forward, guiding Azra to cross the road with him. “What do you usually have for breakfast?”

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“Of course. A pretty face offers you food and I doubt you say no.” she chuckled because little did he know, but she was well versed in the life of John Constantine. And maybe she should have known better than to agree - after all, she was supposed to be looking on from afar, not interacting with him face to face like this. It was against the guidelines and procedures….so maybe that thrill was why she ended up agreeing.

She followed his directed path, letting him lead despite knowing their intended destination already. “I don’t usually have much time for breakfast, so whatever is available will do.”

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“Of course not.” John grinned at her chuckle. “Be rude of me if I did.” He did lead quite the colourful life but he also had enough respect for those he was with to not tell everyone about who he was with and what exactly they got up to.

John gave Azra a look of disbelief when she said she didn’t have breakfast, although there was no scolding behind his gaze. “Azra, my dear, you are in for a treat.”

He hopped the stairs up to his apartment building door two at a time and let himself into the old terrace house, holding the door open so Azra may enter first. Directly in front of the entry way was a sharp set of stairs upward - of which, John climbed, moved around the small landing and climbed a further set of stairs.

“It’s not much, but it’s home.” John opened the door to his humble one room apartment. “There’s no sofa, but promise the bed’s clean if you want a seat.”

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Azra followed him up the steps - all the steps - until they finally reached his little apartment. It was…quaint. Definitely showed that he didn’t spend too much time there. She observed the small space as she entered, looking around with a somewhat critical eye before taking a seat gingerly on the bed as he offered her a seat.

“What’s so important about breakfast?” she asked indifferently, her gaze shifting back to focus on him as he moved about the small kitchen area. She couldn’t stay long but she could play along with this idea of entertaining that he had in mind.

#c: asmodel #muse: john constantine #past: 2000 #flashback: a long trail of ashes

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livinglifedrinkingwine · 6 years ago

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Sunshine Blogger Award

This is really an honor to be nominated for an award. I want to give a special thanks to Karen Bradshaw at [email protected] who nominated me for this award on 10/17/2018. As well as a second thank you to Marta Azra at http://mischievouswordsbymartaazra.wordpress.com who also nominated me for this award on 11/12/2018. It is really appreciated that others really like my work. I can’t thank all my readers enough. Since most people I've seen get awarded a couple times and that's where it usually ends. I feel like even though it is a second nomination for me. I will still add to my post. By still answering the questions that I was asked the second time as well. Here are the rules❤️: Thank the blogger who nominated you and pop a link back to their blog in your post.Answer the 11 question which they posted for you.Nominate 11 more bloggers who you think deserve the award and create 11 new questions for them to answer.Notify your nominees. Here are the questions I was asked: What is your favorite type of foreign cuisine? I would have to say Chinese. I love to get orange chicken and of course Chinese donuts! To top it all off with white rice makes it more of an excellent dish. What is your earliest childhood memory? Wow! This is a good one. There is so many I’m not sure which would be the earliest. I’ll have to go with when I was really little I remember climbing out of my crib and running down the hallway to see my Uncle who was visiting. I would say I was probably about two or three years old.If you could be any animal, what would you be? Usually I would say a penguin because they are my favorite animals. To be honest, I don’t like the cold so I don’t think a penguin would be a great idea. So I think I would go with a lioness. I would say a lioness because they are queens of the jungle. They obviously are mates with the lions who are the kings of the jungle. Most animals are afraid to be around lionesses because they are the predators of the jungle. Like a lioness I am the provider of the family with strong values. I don’t like to be pushed around. I spent a lot of my life being told what to do and now I know how to get passed that and be more empowering. Plus as an added bonus I think lioness are cute, like cats only bigger.Fantasy dinner guests, you can choose only five, who would they be? There are so many people that I would like to have as dinner guests. Since I can only pick five I will have to go with, first pick would have to be Leonardo DiCaprio. He is literally my all time favorite actor. He is my man crush, to me he is so hot. Second person would be Roman Reigns from WWE (World Wrestling Entertainment) he is also my man crush, he is also really hot. Third person would be Nikki Bella from WWE. She has awesome style and she is one of my favorite women wrestlers. I’m actually gonna be her for Halloween at our annual Halloween party. Fourth person that I would have as my dinner guest would be Anna Kendrick, she is one of my favorite actresses, plus if I have Leo then my boyfriend would be sad that I don’t invite her. She is one of his women crushes. The fifth person that I would have as my dinner guest would be Carrie Underwood she is one of my favorite singers.Which is the most influential book you have ever read? I have to be honest I don’t read much. I have read a few books and I really like suspense and mystery books. I read a lot of those kind like, twilight that was a good series. So was Harry Potter. I guess I would have to go with Amelia Bedelia because even though she is not the brightest bulb in the socket she taught me what not to do. Of course definitely not to take anything literally.What motivates you to keep blogging on? The blogs I write tell people about my memories, what I have gone through, what keeps me going. Seeing my kids think wow this is cool mom you have your stories out there, it’s exciting. Knowing that my kids are excited about what I do and blog about motivates me. To see that my boyfriend is supporting me every step of the way, and I always know that he is the biggest fan I have out there. It truly is an award all in itself. All that motivates me. Yea I have writers block from time to time but I’m sure everyone does. That is what helps motivate me to remember something that I liked about my past that I want to write about.Would you rather be trapped in a confined space completely alone or with lots of other people that you don’t know? Well I have anxiety so for me to have people in a small space with me would really freak me out. So I will go with by myself. Only question is can I have internet, computer, my phone, and obviously food and a bathroom in there with me? That would make it even better.Name a fictional character with whom you identify most. Harley Quinn! She is sassy just like me and we don’t take any ones crap. Plus I talk to myself, well she has voices I just talk out loud my thoughts to myself that is the same difference.What fascinates you the most? I am most fascinated by really the world. I love traveling and doing things I’ve never done before or have ever been to before. It’s amazing what the world has that we probably never seen before.What three traits do you think are most important in a partner/friend/family member? Kindness I don’t like when someone is rude or mean to me. Committed, this goes towards a friend because I have lots of friends but yet I am the only one that commits to calling them trying to hang out. Yet I barley ever get that in return. Last one I would say fun to be around, I like to go out and have fun.If you could have a super power, what would it be? If I had a superpower… well I would like more than one to be quite honest. Since I can pick one I would go with being invisible. I say invisible for a lot of reasons, no one knows your there so you can sneak in different transportation and it will make it so you can travel without anyone noticing you. When I don’t want to be known in a room I can hide myself by going invisible. Now to who I am nominating for this award, who have excellent blogs and that I hope others can get to read their blogs and find them fascinating as well: 1. Family By Choice 2. Thoughts With N 3. Rebel Fish 4. Ellie Bear Escapades 5. Geraldine Talks 4. Travel to Recovery 7. Leah Saffron 8. Living as Allison 9. Bailey Leah 10. Two of a Mind 11. Diary of a Spanglish Girl Here are 11 questions that I have for you:What made you decide that you wanted to startblogging? Who/what is your inspiration? If you could meet anyone in the world who wouldit be? If you could trade places with anyone for a daywho would you be and why? What does blogging mean to you? Any exciting work that you maybe thinking aboutdoing in the future? If you could do one thing to change the worldwhat would you do? Where is your favorite place in the world? If you could bring back any celebrity who wouldyou chose and why? What is your dreams? What is your favorite tv show? Now the second set of questions I was asked by Marta Azra: What kind of music you like? I love all types of music. My all time favorite would be country. I do, however, switch back and forth between country and pop music the most.How do you manage everyday life with blogging? It is hard. I have to set aside time for me to do my blog as well as make time for myself and my family. People think oh well she must really be bored if she can find time to write. What people don't realize is that it is not that I'm bored. Writing to me is a way to express myself and show people who I really am. Most of the time I try to get my blogs done while my youngest naps. That's when it's the best time for me because it's quiet and I can think better. What is the hardest part of being a blogger? The hardest thing about being a blogger is coming up with the material, the thoughts of what to write and getting people to look at what I've written. I can blog all day but without an audience its harder to get my name out there. Also monetizing is hard to do. I can put ads up and posts about a product or a place but getting people to actually click on it and buy from it is hard to do. You can't force people to do it. At the same time that is one of the main ways that bloggers can make money from blogging.Do you have a hobby and if you do what is it? I love to sing. I've been told I have a great voice. I used to sing a lot but then I went through a bad time in my life and stopped. Now that my oldest loves to sing too, I try to sing with her and get back to doing what I love. What is your fav. Book? Man, favorite book, that is tough because I don't really read a whole lot. Probably Harry Potter series and Twilight series. Who is your fav. Blogger? I love a lot of blogs I would have to say Thoughts With N, I feel like her blogs get me. Who is your role model in life? My mom always has been my role model too. She is such a strong woman. Even though her dad died a year ago she has been hanging in there. I call her practically every day. That is something I remember my mom did with her mom. Every day she would call my grandmother. Whether she had a prose needed advice on or just to call her and talk to her. That's is what I do. My mom is not the best at keeping secrets though unless you specify not to say anything. If she is excited she seems to let it slip. But I wouldn't change anything for the world.Do you have any tips for new bloggers and what are they? Even if you feel like you want to give up just try your hardest to keep going. I sometimes feel like no one is going to read my blog but then I get a surprise when I look at my stats. Sometimes I get three views a day sometimes I get 100 but the more you write the more people will keep coming back.Share the best advice you ever got from somebody? Never give up! That is honestly the best advice I think anyone could have ever given.Do you have a book crush? And who is it? I am team Edward all the way. He is so sweet to Bella throughout the whole series.What is your biggest dream? To become a successful blogger. To show the world that I did it even when a lot of my friends and family thought I couldn't. Read the full article

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livinglifedrinkingwine · 6 years ago

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Sunshine Blogger Award

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