The Book-Room Challenge

Hello again! Told you I'd be back. ;) This is a great deal quicker than a year, eh?

I've been nominated by my spectacular friend, Mae Fort, over at A Touch of Euphoria! Thank you so much, Dreamer!

(To everyone - if you have not read her blog you need to!! She is an amazing person, and her blog is just lovely.)

So here are the rules:

1. Write three of your own books as rooms. They can be finished, works in progress, or even just ideas, but they have to be your own.
2. Write one of your favorite books to read as a room.
3. Tag five other people.


Here are my books (which I had a lot of fun with, by the way!)

Crownless Kings 
It's a small house, made smaller with the sheer amount of books and cassette tapes and palettes lying haphazardly on the ground. Light streams in from a hole in the ceiling, falling on a vase of red roses on a side table, sitting next to a knitted, colorful beanie with no pattern. Gentle, soothing music plays from somewhere...where? Only someone who really looks can find the source. The rug is torn up and has lost its color, but it's soft to the touch and still thick. A shakily filmed video from one of the many cassette tapes plays quietly on the TV in the corner, barely audible over the music. The ghost of laughter plays off the spots of paint decorating nearly everything, from the keys on the couch to the sleeping dragon in the corner. All the windows are open, bringing in the smell of faint magic, saltwater, and dirt. 


Dandy Lions
Little yellow puff-flowers push their way up through the wooden floor - almost matching the painted yellow door - and the poster of a Rottweiler looks reproachfully at you if you step on them or get too close. A bookcase is in the corner hidden away by black walls, and if you look closely you will see two cherry dolls sitting on it, guarding a canning jar with wilting dandelions. There is a couch, fairly covered in tiny crochet dolls and old patched blankets that are falling apart. A painted mug sits on the floor next to an open book, a pink crocheted bat doll sitting on the pages. The room smells of fresh plants, cold metal, and chai. An MP3 player is on a repeating playlist, playing lullabies, instrumentals, and rock bands that blanket the room in an oddly comforting way.


Untitled (no that's not that title)
The brass doorknob is cold, showing the beginnings of frost around the edges. The room is painted white, with speckles of navy blue and purple and faint tones of pink allowing you to keep your sanity while there. The roof is dotted with holes that let in starlight, but also keep the floor continually messy. A gun sits on the floor, next to a pile of screws and a bowl of pasta with chopsticks. Maps are folded neatly in the corner, like order was once attempted but that was given up - as seen by all the maps littering the floor, of places unheard of and unfamiliar. There is no bed, and no furniture except a stove in the corner and a rusted oven that smells of apples and cinnamon. Pillows with tassels lean against the wall. Have you noticed the books yet? They are everywhere, lurking just out of sight, but there nonetheless. They give a tangible feeling: learning and love, danger and resolution, mystery and thrills, the scent of paper and the rustling of their pages.



And here's one of my favorite books to read!

Jane Eyre
It's a quiet little room, with walls painted a woodsy grey and the floor covered with a shabby carpet. A wind sways the silk curtained windows, letting in an early morning sunlight that illuminates the entire room except for the corners, which remain dark and uninviting. A half finished letter lays on the desk next to a set of watercolors with a paintbrush, and finished, unearthly paintings decorate the walls. An extravagant white wedding train lies on the small bed, next to a doll that is falling apart but showing the signs of love. The fireplace has been burning from hours and the fire is small, but it will not go out; not for a long while. The sound of a beating heart pervades the room, adding to the sense of reckless anxiety, but also adding to the sense of love.



Now here are my nominees:
The Houdinian from The Houdinian
Autumn Meadowlark from Alpine Writer
Ashton from Living, Loving, Trying Life
Alyssa from The Honeydrop Post
Miranda Marie from Jumping in the Puddles

To my dear nominees - I know some of you have been nominated already, but I won't make you do it twice. ;) Just take this as a well-meaning gesture, because I like your blogs a lot! And if anyone doesn't want to do it, you obviously don't have to. :) And everyone else...these blogs and people are amazing, so your assignment is to go check them out.

This isn't school.

But I'd suggest it anyway.

Thanks for reading!

A New Look/Wow I'm Actually Back!

*sheepishly types away* *confetti guns burst off, both noisy and messy. Perfect*

I know, I know. It's been...a year? That isn't possible, is it?

A lot has happened in a year. I've grown (upwards and inwards), I've written more, I've learned a lot, and I've figured a bit more out, I think. I've also found out a lot of stuff that I need to figure out. But what's life without all the excitement of a journey?

I realized I miss blogging. I didn't do it for long and it kinda sorta crashed into smithereens, but it's enjoyable! So here I am! *twirls and falls over* I've returned! To this insane, cheerful, confusing little blog o' mine.

As you may have noticed, there's also a new look. (If you remember the old one. ;) ) I've redesigned a bit, and there should be a couple more changes coming up. But still. This is exciting, isn't it! I like this new look, I'm excited for new posts, and I'm ready to try again!

So until next time. Which, just so you know, shall be a great deal sooner than a year.