Category: Father-Daughter Story

Quite

I know, random title. Whatever. Anyway.
A lot has been going on around here, namely that my mother has gone to be with her ailing father in Missouri. He has pneumonia and lung cancer. He is not receiving antibiotics or treatment for cancer… Mama just told me he had a good day today though. I feel strangely disconnected from the situation, but I won’t go into all that.
Writing has been going slow lately, which is my fault. However, we did have a film meeting last week, which went tolerably well. I was pleased with the results. We finally decided how large the falcons are, which was the most productive thing that happened. I did go over many things with Maria (so glad you came!!!!) and Elisa. Brandon had a cool idea for the falcons, which we shall probably use. He wanted to be a wizard, but as there are none in the film, he settled for a falcon. Overall, the meeting was a fun success. ๐Ÿ™‚

Sometimes I realize all what I have to do in order to complete the film, and I get totally terrified, feel like freaking out and running away.

Maybe I should go write…

Oh wait.

I am writing.

… What do I write now?

Yeah. That is how I feel about writing everything…

I have an idea. All you all who follow my blog, give me something that you think I should do a blog post about, or a story starter. I’ll give it a week, and then start on writing them. What do you think?

I think I should do a blog series about some of my deep thoughts, so I can sort them out.

I stare at the letters on the keyboard, and realize that they contain a story. I merely have to unlock that story, and give it life. I pray that God guides my fingers and my heart as these letters come together in a story that glorifies Him, the One who gave me life and hope.

Oh! I had an idea. I’m going to write two versions of the father-daughter story: a fantasy one, and a fiction one. Then I shall hand them out to my friends and see which they prefer.

Perhaps, if you’re good, I shall share it on here as well.

… I feel horribly inadequate as a writer.

Goodbye

(Well that was quite random.)

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Tuesday {2-25-14} {And updates!!!}

So actually, Monday was Bright Lights. Carissa has been teaching us about the Love of God, how it affects us, how incomprehensible it is, etc… Very powerful and convicting.

And Tuesday. Nothing much happened during the day, but in the evening, after Mama and Papa went on their date, us children went to the church for music practice. While there, I did my history homework, and…

… I started the script. Yes, I actually did. ๐Ÿ™‚ Announcement number one. And number two, we have a film meeting in a few days. I’m hoping to talk about announcing the film to the church, and casting, among other things. I hope it goes better than the last film meeting, which was rather, um, stressful, due to the amount of people and the lack of a table and Mr. Ortiz. But we did get stuff discussed, kind of. ๐Ÿ˜› Announcement number three, on Monday, Brandon emailed me that he has finally got the falcon model for our film! It looks amazing. I can’t wait to see it in action. ๐Ÿ™‚

I hope you all have a great weekend and following week. I have a bunch of posts swirling around in my head. Hopefully I’ll get around to writing them sometime soon… ๐Ÿ˜‰ Also, I’m hoping to work on the Father-daughter (please, if you come up with a better name for it, don’t hesitate to tell me. I haven’t thought of a single one. I want it to be gripping, to make you want to pick it up and read the whole thing.) story, as well as a fan-fic story. ๐Ÿ˜‰

Till next time,God bless,
~Emily

Father-daughter story {Update and snippets}

To keep myself distracted while waiting for the film meeting, (because I didn’t want to write more plot until I knew whether or not we were going to split the film into parts) I worked on the father-daughter story. I finished the second chapter and started the third. I think somewhere in the fourth or fifth chapter Elizabeth will get kidnapped, but I’m not sure yet… Anyway, I decided to not post any more complete chapters for awhile, just snippets. ๐Ÿ˜€ Because I’m mean like that. Y’all are gonna have to wait… unless you go to my church or are named Maria or Althea. ๐Ÿ˜‰ I’ve named to of Elizabeth’s friends she makes while she’s kidnapped, sketched Elizabeth and Juliette, a fellow captive. The other friend is named Ian. I think he’s going to be an interesting character… ๐Ÿ˜€ His nickname (before I named him, which was last night) was “The Hero”…

Without further ado, Snippets!!

Walter sighed. Nobody was helping. I suppose they all mean well, but theyโ€™re making it worse. Canโ€™t they all just go away? Canโ€™t Rena just come back to me? She was definitely going to be missed, the funeral showed that much. He was surprised Rena had had such an impact on so many people. She was a good woman, and a faithful wife. I couldnโ€™t have been more blessed.

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Walter got up from the couch where he had been sitting and went upstairs to check on Elizabeth. Knocking on her door, he said softly โ€œBetty, can I come in?โ€

โ€œSure, daddy.โ€ Elizabeth replied. Walter couldnโ€™t tell if she was upset: her voice was very level. Opening the door slowly, he went and sat next to her on the bed.

โ€œAre you okay?โ€ He asked somewhat awkwardly.

Elizabeth let out a little huff, โ€œNo,โ€ she said, pain evident in her tone. โ€œNo, Iโ€™m not okay daddy. I donโ€™t think I could ever be okay again.โ€

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โ€œMeet you in the living room by 4:30 sharp. That gives you thirty minutes. Think you can beat me getting ready?โ€

โ€œOh, no you donโ€™t!โ€ Elizabeth said, shouting at his retreating form. โ€œIโ€™ll be there by 4:25!โ€

At four-twenty, Elizabeth ran out of her room, slamming the door, and running down the stairs, Walter just seconds behind. Making a wild dash for the couch, Elizabeth leaped onto the soft cushion. โ€œI beat!!โ€ She yelled, grinning.

Walter fell next to her, laughing, โ€œYou sure did!โ€ They shared a good laugh. โ€œThat felt good.โ€ Walter smiled. โ€œLetโ€™s watch a movie till the Trents come. You pick.โ€

Elizabeth looked at Walter with mischief in her eyes. โ€œOkaay,โ€ she said smugly. She got up to look at the girl movies her and her mother liked to watch. Then she smirked over her shoulder at her father, laughing at his slightly panicked expression.

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“He left what?” Walter said, shocked. He fell silent for awhile, waiting. “Are you sure?” He asked, incredulously. A pause. “Thank you. Yes, I’ll call him right away. Thank you again. Goodbye,” then hung up. Turning to Elizabeth, he said, “well, what do you know about that!”

“What?” She asked.

“Remember my Uncle Darryl?” He asked. She nodded.

“He died recently, right?”

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There you go! I hope you enjoyed! Now, I must go do productive things like fold laundry….

~Emily

A Poll!

Hello everyone!

As I was writing the father-daughter story, I wasย  thinking about what would happen next, and discovered that I hadn’t figured out why the daughter gets kidnapped. So, I started thinking, and I talked with Maria and we came up with a few ideas, but I don’t know which one to do, or if anyone else has a cool idea. So, I will put below the ideas we had, and then you all vote or come up with a better idea. After a week, I will take all the suggestions and make a final poll where we decide which way she’ll get kidnapped. Now, the ideas:

A. She just gets kidnapped because.

B. Her father has a lot of money and the kidnappers want some.

C. She has some sort of power that the people who take her do so, because they want to teach her how to use it.

D. She runs away from home because she doesn’t know how to deal with her grief and gets kidnapped.

Those are the ones I can think of, if I think of more, I will add them. If you have any idea, no matter how crazy or realistic, please comment and tell me. Or you can vote for one of the above. After a week, I will do another poll with the new suggestions. Then you can leave a comment and say which one you like best and why. I will take all votes and ideas into consideration, then tell you all the final decision. Happy Monday y’all!

~Emily

Yet More Progress!

Hello all!

The last couple days I’ve been working on both the movie, and today, the father-daughter story. ๐Ÿ˜€

This is what my sister Cheryl wrote to replace the last bit of plot I wrote. I like it much better than mine. ๐Ÿ˜€ I did add and embellish a few things, of course. ๐Ÿ˜‰

They arrive at the island. Al takes them to the great hall to eat and admire the magnificence of it. Ikus comes to bring Cassandra new clothes and they start talking. Cassie asks lots of questions and they start to become friends. Then after Cassie has washed up and changed clothes they return to the dining hall where the others have also washed up and changed. While eating, they hear that there is a meeting among the leaders about the ongoing war. Abelard asks if the humans can attend the meeting to offer advise, but the elders proudly refuse, saying they don’t need help. Then one elder says they should, and an argument begins which Abelard brings in the four to settle it.
This is a little about why there are so few falcons on the island, how humans get there, and a little more about Ikus, Keane and Karrick

There have been many falcons killed because of the war, which is why there is so few. There are many eggs, though the falcons don’t wish to hatch them (and raise them) in the middle of a war, so they stay dormant. The main population of the island is therefore humans who have been shipwrecked on the island, thus forced to stay. Ikus and her brother Keane arrived the same way. The ship they were on with their parents was destroyed and there were five survivors. Ikus (Ignatia–Fiery, ardent, one, full of honor.), Keane (Commander, honored, brave), their baby brother Karrick [he was born just a day before the shipwreck so he was named by Ikus] (Dweller surrounded by sea, Spiritual understanding), and two others. Their parents perished. They were very young, so they were raised among the falcons and took separate sides (Ikus and Karrick on one, Keane on the other) in the war.

This is a re-write of Cassandra’s character, written from her perspective.

Hi! My name is Cassandra, but I usually go by Cassie, Cass, or even C. I’m 16 years old, 5’3″, number five in ten siblings (nine living), and have long, slightly curly, golden brown hair which glints red in the sunlight. I have two older sisters (who have nanny jobs off of the farm, so they are only home at night and on the weekends.) and an older brother. My sister a year older than me died when I was 13 from an accident on the farm. I like helping my mother with my baby brother and sister (twins!!), as well as taking care of the laundry and sweeping and making breakfast. I also take care of the horses and milk the cows. We have a large garden which the sister younger than me and I help our mother with. My father and the two oldest boys work in the fields or carpentry shop, and take care of the sheep/goats. My youngest two siblings (aside from the twins, that is) take care of our chickens and ducks, feeding them and gathering the eggs. Now that I have introduced you to my family, I will tell you more about me, myself, and I. To start, we’ll say that I am nowhere near perfect. I just finished my schooling, so I have more time to devote to chores and the arts, as well as helping my mother teach my littlest siblings. I’m often impatient, and I have a quick temper, though the more I pray and read my Bible, the less I blow up. I am leaning to be swift to obey, listen and accept advise. I am a natural leader, so this one is rather hard. But, when God is helping me I do better. Or, rather, when I let God help. I often try to do things on my own which always results in a horrible mess, which God is always gracious to lead me out of. I love laughing, especially at myself. Making other people laugh is also an enjoyment. When I have free time, I enjoy reading, talking with my siblings and friends, drawing, writing, riding my horse, exploring the woods, and ever so many other things.

As I said, I began writing the father-daughter story. I got about 2/3 of the first chapter done. I will post it when I finish it. ๐Ÿ˜‰ What I did write, I read to Suki, and it made her tear up. ๐Ÿ˜€

~Emily

The Prophecy {Final Draft}

Hello all! I have decided that the prophecy is “done”. I heard that you want to stop writing before the work seems perfect, otherwise you can make it not-so-great. ๐Ÿ˜› Thank you all for your support in my struggle! Since I felt the prophecy was pretty much done last time, I am now re-posting it as the final draft. *Cheers* ๐Ÿ˜€

The Prophecy

When comes a raging war,

Betwixt the enemies bitter,

From a far off land will come the four,

And between us peace they’ll bring

Now, just because I said this is the final draft doesn’t mean that I don’t want any more suggestions, on the contrary: if you have a word or sentence that would fit better, please say so. ๐Ÿ˜‰

Thank you all again!! Now perhaps I will begin the father-daughter story. Does anyone have a better suggestion for the name of that story??? ๐Ÿ˜‰

Have a good Sunday everybody!!

~Emily

Because I can’t think of a good title…

Hello. ๐Ÿ™‚

I thought I’d tell y’all (well, I think most of you know already, but whatever) how hard it is for me to be writing the movie right now. It is very, very hard for me to think about writing it right now, so it will probably be a long time before another progress post. Actually, I was feeling depressed when I wrote that post. When you have so many people counting onย  you, it is hard to say you aren’t having any inspiration, and then they (very nicely, of course) tell you all the stuff you can’t put it the movie, and make the plot so complex I don’t know where to begin writing.ย  ๐Ÿ˜› So that sums up how I feel about that, which is why I will probably write the prophecy and then this story:

A father and daughter live alone together. Their wife/mother died when the daughter was very young. The father vowed that he would keep his daughter safe. One night, when she is a teenager, she wakes up in the middle of the night. She had a dream that she had been kidnapped. Her father reassures her. Soon after, he goes to work, as normal. She goes to school. When he returns from work, she is not there as she usually is. She hadnโ€™t said anything about going to any of her friends. Then he remembers her dream. When several days pass, he comes to the realization that she has been kidnapped. Or worse. Broken, his life falls apart. How can he live without knowing if his girl is safe?!?!?! Is she alive?? He stops going to church. He loses his job. He becomes very depressed. This continues for a year or more. Then, one Sunday, he feels like he needs to go to church. The sermon is on giving everything to God. Right there, he gives his daughter to Him. When he returns home, he is at peace. He starts a journal of prayers to give to his daughter on her wedding day. Two years later, he is still peaceful. (The years go by him writing in the journal) He has resumed working, and is interested in a lady at church. One day, he returns home from work, and his daughter is there, waiting for him, alive and well. He hears her story of the years, and she tells him of the man who risked his life to return her to her father. She marries the guy, and her father marries the lady in a double wedding. Her father gives her the journal, hoping that she will use the lessons inside for raising her own family. The End. ๐Ÿ˜€

That is not the actual story, it is just the outline for the story. I want to write this waaaay more than write the movie right now…. perhaps somebody should slap me…. ๐Ÿ˜›

Plus, I have normal stuff to do, like school, and laundry, and cleaning, and cooking. So goodbye till next time!

~Emily