Testing The Waters

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Hello again my lovelies, I’ve missed you all like crazy! 😀 This isn’t a real post exactly — I just wanted to try out this new WordPress app and see how easy it is to create and publish new posts (the one on my old phone was a nightmare lol). So far I’m liking it! I’m kinda hoping the ease of this new app will get me back into the swing of posting regularly…because let’s be honest here, I’ve been slacking lately! Oh well, no one’s perfect 😉 So wish me luck and hopefully you’ll see some real Moonstonemaiden posts soon! 

— Tara ❀

Harry Potter MASH

Image From Google. All Rights Belong To Artist.

Image From Google. All Rights Belong To Artist.

Alright my lovelies, time for a blast from the past with one of my all-time favorite games…MASH! That’s right, the future-predicting phenomenon that has foretold the numerous men I am going to marry…you know, one day (though as of now I have currently married none of them, but I live for hope lol), as well as the awesome exotic locales I’m going to call home (again, nothing to show for all this oracular knowledge but I have faith) and pretty much everything in-between. I don’t know if you guys played this in school but this was the one that has stuck with me over the years and I have taught it to not only my younger brother but pretty much every younger cousin of mine as well as any friend I’ve ever had. So I figure it’s time that I bring that wonderful, suspenseful, and miraculous game to you my lovelies! Now the rules may vary depending on who you’re with, their playing preferences, and just how evil and vindictive they want to be that day, but I’m going to keep it simple. Each category gets three slots to be filled in with answers of your choice and we’ll work from there.

Now as great as this game is normally, my brother and I amped it up a notch (due to sheer boredom) and now we’ve created our own themed versions, including The Lord of the Rings/Hobbit, The Tudors, Star Wars, X-Men, Disney, Pretty Much Anything We Want At The Moment, and of course, Harry Potter! And tonight my lovelies, I’m thinking what better than the great Mr. Potter himself?! So let’s begin shall we…

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Image From Facebook. All Rights Belong To Artist.

Right off the bat (though you’ll see it lower on the list here, but I’m changing a few things to make it easier for us to play), choose Up or Down and pick a number between 1 and 20. That number is your Tally number. Now I choose Up and my Tally is 18, so I’m going to start from the lowest option and count up, repeating the tiers until I hit 18. Whatever option I’m on when I hit 18, that’s my future! (These are just my answers so make sure you right down your own as we go along!)

Harry Potter MASH

M = Malfoy Manor

A = Azkaban

S = Shrieking Shack

H = Hogwarts

Future Spouse:

  1. Sirius
  2. Harry
  3. Lupin

Wizarding Profession:

  1. Daily Prophet Journalist
  2. Magihistorian (I don’t know if this is real, but I’m going for it lol!)
  3. Hogwart’s Librarian

Mode of Transportation:

  1. Norwegian Ridgeback
  2. Disapparation
  3. Firebolt Broomstick

Color:

  1. Gold
  2. Bottle Green
  3. Purple

Magical Creature:

  1. Snowy Owl
  2. Gem Turtle (I know it was just a small reference, but I’ve wanted one since!)
  3. Fang

Nemesis:

  1. Umbridge
  2. Voldemort
  3. Bellatrix

Ally:

  1. Hermione
  2. Kingsley Shaklebolt
  3. Dobby

House:

  1. Slytherin
  2. Gryffindor
  3. Hufflepuff

Family:

  1. Weasley
  2. Potter
  3. Lovegood
  1. Magical Blood  or
  2. Muggle
  1. Wealthy or
  2. Poor

Up or Down

Tally: My tally is 18

Alright my lovelies, let’s count it up…I’ve got all my first option choices! That’s right, I’m going to marry Sirius, work as a Daily Prophet Journalist, have a gold Norwegian Ridgeback for transportation and a snowy owl for a pet. My nemesis will be Umbridge herself, and my ally will be Hermione and I will be a Slytherin Weasley!!! (No hate for the Slytherin’s please, it’s where I was sorted into on Pottermore and after the initial devastation/self-doubt/what kind of person am I really DAY or so it took to recover from the shock, I slowly became proud of my Hogwarts house!) And I’m of magical descent and wealthy to boot! Whoot Whoot!!! And yet with all that apparent wealth, I find myself living in the Shrieking Shack of all places. Well you win some, you lose some 😀

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Image From Facebook. All Rights Belong To Artist.

Make sure to comment below and tell me what you’re future looks like my lovelies! I cant wait to see what the future holds for you all! 😀

And a big thank you to J.K. Rowling for writing such a perfect, epic story and for introducing us to all these unforgettable characters, places, and ideas! You’ve truly changed my life. Thank you 😀

Weekly Photo Challenge: Afloat

Sorry about the random absence my lovelies, but our internet went down unexpectedly and I was unprepared for it. I came home one day and it was just gone and I was left freaking out because I had just written two or three posts worth of new Ratha James material and had two or three new posts in mind and then suddenly the internet had disappeared!!! I was left in darkness and boredom for three weeks, missing my lovelies terribly, but all is well and I’m back and the new posts will be up soon 😀 But right now it’s time once again for the Weekly Photo Challenge and this week’s theme is: Afloat. Thank goodness I live in a town by the ocean…

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And because I missed them but wanted to contribute:

Last week’s challenge was Blur:

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And the week before that was Ephemeral:

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I’ll have more posts coming soon my lovelies! 😀

Blogger Recognition Award

Hello again my lovelies, hope y’all had a delightful weekend, I know I did! Not only did my bestie of nine years get married to a wonderful guy (with me as the Maid of Honor), but I came home to discover that I’d been nominated for a new blog award!!! Pretty dresses + blog love = a pretty great weekend for me all around. 😀

Here we are near the end of my Senior year in high school at the Serendipity book release, an anthology we were both published in and worked on!

Here we are near the end of my Senior year in high school! This was year one of our friendship, can you believe it?! I can’t!!!

I want to say a big THANK YOU to Jamie over at Through Two Blue Eyes, for nominating me for this award. If you haven’t visited her site yet then you’re flat out insane because I’ve been telling y’all to check out her awesome blog for years! So go ahead, head on over there and I’ll be right here when you get back…

See what I mean, awesome right?! Told ya 😉

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Rules and regulations:

  1. Select 15 blogs to nominate
  2. Thank the person who nominated you
  3. Give a brief story of how your blog got started and a piece or two of advice for new bloggers.
  4. Attach the award
  5. Comment on each nominee’s blog and let them know that you’ve nominated them
  6. Provide a link to the original post on Edge of Night

How my blog got started: Well my blog got started mainly because I was in a rut writing the sequel to my first novel and I saw how much fun my bestie had writing her blog and I thought…why not give it a try?! And so Moonstonemaiden was born and I’ve had more fun and made so many great friends from this experience that I can’t imagine not having this blog! You guys are just awesome and you make life a happier thing 😀

Advice for new bloggers: Read other people’s blogs and find those that intrigue you and for the love of the blogosphere: COMMENT ON THEM! And I don’t mean a generic comment that’s more of an ad for your blog, but really comment and give that blogger some feedback or appreciation because that’s what you want for your own blog. This allows you to start conversations that led to friendships and before you know it you have your own group of writing friends and supporters that make this whole experience worth while. And once you’re done with all of that, lol, try your hand at new and different posts, you’ll be surprised with how a little diversity opens up your blog to new readers and new opportunities. I like participating in the Weekly Photo Challenges personally. It gives me a chance to play with photography and memories and allows for new viewers to visit Moonstonemaiden who might not have seen it before!

My nominees: The lovely ladies over at Mystic Cooking (who just got an agent recently so BIG KUDOS to them!!!), the ever inspiring Juliette from Vampire Maman, one of my all-time favorite bloggers (like seriously): Fredrik Kayser, and the hilarious angelic/demonic counterparts of R.b. Holbrook over at Angel vs. Demon! Go check these bloggers out my lovelies, they are some of the best out there! (Jamie included of course!)

Thanks again for the blog love my lovelies!!! And a big thank you to forgottenmeadows for nominating me for my second Sunshine Award, and Rain’s Writing Realm for nominating me for another Liebster Award! I’m so sorry it took me so long to respond, I wasn’t blogging regularly and I accidentally forgot to write up a post once I started writing again. My bad! Thanks so much ladies!!!

(And more on the wedding in another post, I have to wait for the pictures to be sent my way LOL! I’m so not a patient person…)

This is not from the wedding, but it is one of my favorite pictures of us!

This is not from the wedding, but it is one of my favorite pictures of us!

 

Weekly Photo Challenge: Descent

This weeks challenge my lovelies is Descent — which is not exactly what I thought it would be considering the challenge was issued on Halloween, but I don’t pick the challenges lol! Now living in Florida, descent-themed pictures are not readily available, we don’t have cute mountains or hills to helps us here (unless you go North and surprisingly I don’t have any pictures of hills from my FSU days lol!) and in didn’t feel like standing at the top of a bridge or skyscraper — mostly because I turn into a human-sized bowl of jelly when I get more than a foot off the ground — so these pictures will be height related-ish lol!

First up is one of my new pictures from my Bestie Weekend, taken at the Fort:

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Next is another new picture, of a well discovered during on of the many archeological digs always happening around the St. Augustine area — one of the hazards and glories of living in the Nations Oldest City! The well’s been encased in what I guess is a very thick glass that you can actually walk on and is in the courtyard of a school building downtown. If you look very closely, you can see some unearthed artifacts that I’m pretty sure were found around the city and placed there for an awesome effect, but it looked amazing in person:

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And finally here’s one I managed to find at the last minute of me at FSU after all!!! Miracles do happen people 😀

Me at FSU

And on a side note: I’m right on track NaNo wise, though no one can call me an overachiever lol! One of my writing buddies has over ten thousand words already and I have to keep reminding myself I’m better under pressure and that my word count will pick up the closer to the end of the month that we get. And I’ll be posting more of the Ratha story either later today or tomorrow, but a warning: things get very dark for a bit before picking back up. I give you a glimpse in to the marriages of the three friends and for two of them, things are about as bad as they can be, so just that keep in mind for the next post or two.

 

Snakeskin

SNAKESKIN

Will my words never come out right?

Will I forever be misunderstood?

A phrase, a whisper, a laugh

Uttered in peace

So quickly framed in darkness.

At fault, prodder, malcontent.

Ever the bearer of poison

To sicken the happiness

Of those I love and fear.

Never have I worn these hateful robes.

This snakeskin does not fit,

It chafes and burns and stings and pinches.

Until I resent my state.

Bound, a player at your leisure,

I suffer your condemnation,

Almost forgetting the truth.

But still I wonder


Why am I your darkness?

Why have you made yourself mine?

When I wrote this poem I so clearly saw a picture in my head and I tried my best to copy it down onto paper, but unfortunately I was not given my mother’s talent and skill with regards to drawing, lol! That being said and you all now forewarned about my meager ability, here is my drawing of the Snakeskin Maiden…

 

The Snakeskin Maiden

Here There Be Snakes!

Ok my lovelies, I’ll have a real post for you tomorrow but today I just wanted to share with you a little snippet of humor I experienced last night! Oh and I just want to apologize for the last week or two if two of each of my posts have been showing up in your Reader but only one being clickable. What can I say, WordPress is giving me hell and not posting right, but I am sorry 😀 And when in doubt, usually click the second link! But ok I promised you a funny, so here you go, (it was my Facebook status last night after I calmed down enough to type lol):

That moment you go outside in flip-flops and are confronted with a snake on your porch blocking your retreat and must resort to flashlight code and wildly elaborate hand signals to get the people inside to notice your distress and reopen the door wide enough for you to barrel back in like a freight train with the leaping grace of a gazelle, but not wide enough to let the snake inside the house…oh yeah.

A Taste Of Prophecy…

Here’s a little taste of my current WIP Prophecy!

He’d never seen her touch a sword. In all of these practice sessions she seemed to live for, she not once reached for a blade — or weapon of any kind now that he thought about it. Not that she needed one, her entire body — lent added strength from her half-vampyre heritage — was an effective weapon on its own. He still sported the array of colorful bruises where her iron-like hand had struck days ago. But still, he mused, tapping a sun-bronzed finger to his lips thoughtfully. Still

It wasn’t as though she didn’t know how to wield one. Her every move, so graceful, so controlled and powerful, belied the swordswoman inside. So why pretend otherwise? Was this what she was hiding from, or perhaps at least part of it?

With his heart thrumming inside his chest he watched Kalisada, bored with her opponent, wrestle the large man to the ground, pinning him easily. A proud smile stretched across her beautiful mouth as the sun glinted off her pale, rosy face. She stood, holding out one hand to the man dusting dirt and grass off his face and clothes, and her laugh poured out, bright and happy the way it did only when she forgot herself. Seeing her this way, he hesitated, but curiosity clawed and itched beneath his skin

“Who’s next?” Kali demanded, still playful, still bright.

Mordred moved before he could stop himself. “I am,” he called, making his way through the throng of people gathered outside the practice pitch. Some snickered as he passed, others watched with frank admiration, but he had eyes for no one but her. The sun struck her dark brown hair, throwing a halo of golden light around her and he couldn’t help but find it odd to see his Silver Girl cast in gold. The yellow warmth was harsh, making the fading sunlight garish in her moonlit presence. Humor and recklessness brightened the iridescent flecks of green in her amber eyes as she appraised him with a good-natured smirk.

“Are you sure?” Kali grinned, nodding at his shoulder where his loose blue tunic hid the mosaic of bluish-black marks. “Can you handle it?” she teased.

He grinned, despite the cackling around him and shrugged. “We’ll see.” The buzz around them doubled as men began placing their bets, and was loud enough to drown out the warning ringing inside Mordred’s mind. The heat of the sun-warmed leather-covered hilt felt right in his hand as he plucked it from a stack near the gate ans tossed it high to Kalisada.

“But this time we do it my way,” he grinned, waiting for her to reach out and snatch up the sword before it hit the ground. She didn’t.

The sword fell heavy in the grass by her feet and for a moment he couldn’t take his eyes off it. An icy silence filled the air, stilling the moment until he lifted his gaze. She stood frozen, panting, her eyes wide and panicked as she stared at the blade. She blanched a sickening shade beneath her already pale skin and for a moment he feared she’d be sick where she stood. But when she finally looked up, a thin veneer of control settled over her features and only a slight shaking of her fingers betrayed her as she calmly brushed past him without a word and made for her grandparents’ home. Mordred turned, his eyes following her, as did everyone else, locked in a stunned silence until a roar split the air behind them.

“You filthy son of a whore!” Treyen bellowed, his face dark and contorted with hate as he all but flew to the practice pitch. A few brave men stepped in the vampyre path to slow their prince’s progress but he barreled through them, careless of their pleas to wait, to hear, to think before he did something unforgivable. Only the swift arrival of the king’s guard halted Treyen a few feet from Mordred’s stunned self. The prince strained to get past, but the guards held firm. “YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’VE DONE!”

“I…I’m sorry, I just…” Mordred fumbled, guilt plowed into him, souring his stomach and nearly knocked him to his knees. What had he done?! The realization nearly choked him: the ease between then, their friendship, that strange warmth…it was ruined, just as he ruined everything. The world tilted sickening.

“Why are you still here?!” Treyen spat, no longer fighting for freedom, but dangerously still. “Why are you still here?!”

Image From Google.

Image From Google.

A Taste Of Prophecy…

Here’s a little taste of my current WIP Prophecy!

He’d never seen her touch a sword. In all of these practice sessions she seemed to live for, she not once reached for a blade — or weapon of any kind now that he thought about it. Not that she needed one, her entire body — lent added strength from her half-vampyre heritage — was an effective weapon on its own. He still sported the array of colorful bruises where her iron-like hand had struck days ago. But still, he mused, tapping a sun-bronzed finger to his lips thoughtfully. Still

It wasn’t as though she didn’t know how to wield one. Her every move, so graceful, so controlled and powerful, belied the swordswoman inside. So why pretend otherwise? Was this what she was hiding from, or perhaps at least part of it?

With his heart thrumming inside his chest he watched Kalisada, bored with her opponent, wrestle the large man to the ground, pinning him easily. A proud smile stretched across her beautiful mouth as the sun glinted off her pale, rosy face. She stood, holding out one hand to the man dusting dirt and grass off his face and clothes, and her laugh poured out, bright and happy the way it did only when she forgot herself. Seeing her this way, he hesitated, but curiosity clawed and itched beneath his skin

“Who’s next?” Kali demanded, still playful, still bright.

Mordred moved before he could stop himself. “I am,” he called, making his way through the throng of people gathered outside the practice pitch. Some snickered as he passed, others watched with frank admiration, but he had eyes for no one but her. The sun struck her dark brown hair, throwing a halo of golden light around her and he couldn’t help but find it odd to see his Silver Girl cast in gold. The yellow warmth was harsh, making the fading sunlight garish in her moonlit presence. Humor and recklessness brightened the iridescent flecks of green in her amber eyes as she appraised him with a good-natured smirk.

“Are you sure?” Kali grinned, nodding at his shoulder where his loose blue tunic hid the mosaic of bluish-black marks. “Can you handle it?” she teased.

He grinned, despite the cackling around him and shrugged. “We’ll see.” The buzz around them doubled as men began placing their bets, and was loud enough to drown out the warning ringing inside Mordred’s mind. The heat of the sun-warmed leather-covered hilt felt right in his hand as he plucked it from a stack near the gate ans tossed it high to Kalisada.

“But this time we do it my way,” he grinned, waiting for her to reach out and snatch up the sword before it hit the ground. She didn’t.

The sword fell heavy in the grass by her feet and for a moment he couldn’t take his eyes off it. An icy silence filled the air, stilling the moment until he lifted his gaze. She stood frozen, panting, her eyes wide and panicked as she stared at the blade. She blanched a sickening shade beneath her already pale skin and for a moment he feared she’d be sick where she stood. But when she finally looked up, a thin veneer of control settled over her features and only a slight shaking of her fingers betrayed her as she calmly brushed past him without a word and made for her grandparents’ home. Mordred turned, his eyes following her, as did everyone else, locked in a stunned silence until a roar split the air behind them.

“You filthy son of a whore!” Treyen bellowed, his face dark and contorted with hate as he all but flew to the practice pitch. A few brave men stepped in the vampyre path to slow their prince’s progress but he barreled through them, careless of their pleas to wait, to hear, to think before he did something unforgivable. Only the swift arrival of the king’s guard halted Treyen a few feet from Mordred’s stunned self. The prince strained to get past, but the guards held firm. “YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’VE DONE!”

“I…I’m sorry, I just…” Mordred fumbled, guilt plowed into him, souring his stomach and nearly knocked him to his knees. What had he done?! The realization nearly choked him: the ease between then, their friendship, that strange warmth…it was ruined, just as he ruined everything. The world tilted sickening.

“Why are you still here?!” Treyen spat, no longer fighting for freedom, but dangerously still. “Why are you still here?!”

Image From Google.

Image From Google.