Heather: Happy New Year!

And to Nicole... Happy new year yesterday? ;)
My New Year's resolution is to finish a book.
Actually, I want that done by June 30.
:)
What about you guys?

Heather: Yahoo Answers

I used to be obsessed with it; and I am again now.
I've spent the last two days of my life on that alone. Me love. :)
But some people ask very, very stupid questions...
And I just want to get one thing out there:
Our blog isn't just awesome, our blog is Sofa King awesome. >:')
Just saying.

Nat: Supernatural + Merlin + The Hunger Games + Wreck This Journal + Skiing = A Very Long Post

Hi girls!

I haven't checked in for a while, and this blog is OVERFLOWING with new posts. I must say, it's nice to be back to the old SAAWAKM. ;)

I'm starting Season 2 of Supernatural as soon as our company goes home on Saturday. (I love Supernatural, in case you couldn't tell.) God, gotta love family, hey? My relatives are INSANE. :P

I also haven't seen any of Merlin...which, judging by the amount you guys have been talking about it, seems to be a mortal sin. So maybe after I watch all seaons of Supernatural, and read the Hunger Games trilogy (which I bought today), then I'll start watching Merlin. Too much to do!!!

Ooooh! And I bought a Wreck This Journal today. If you don't know what that is...you should go check it out because it's awesome.

I've pretty much been Boxing Week shopping for the past 4 days. I have so many new clothes, it's ridiculous. And I went skiing for 3 days...and I've never seen so many hot snowboarders. Yummm.... ;)

And me and my cousins decided to relive our childhood today. So we bought crayons and colouring books, watched kid shows, went toboganning (however you spell that), and built a snowman. It was epic.

Okay, I'll end this incredibly long post now. Hope you all have an awesome New Year's Eve! Talk to you soon.

<3

Heather: Erg.

I thought that that chapter was done.
It wasn't.
At nearly 5000 words, it finally is.
I love writing.
:)
And I have yet another character.
Theo.
Me like Theo.
But I need to get rid of him.
Nothing against Mr. Theo.
Besides, he won't die.
;)

Sarah: Who wants to make me a cover?

Well, I've been so busy writing I haven't actually made a decent cover. So I'm think you guys will help me out!

Maybe?

Pretty Please?

With diabetic coma inducing amounts of chocolate on top?

Sarah: I realzied as I was typing this that it is totally based off of the first time I asked someone out.

Except his name was Jake and it was to the Valentine's Day Dance.

“Lynette Brennus!” Jack smiled when he saw me and ran over toward where I was standing. “Hi! I’ve seen the plans for the dance. They look awesome.”

I smiled, fighting the urge to scratch a spot on my arm that had to have hives growing on it. “Thanks. Um…do you want to go out with me?”

The entire room seemed to grow louder, as if the basketball team were all dribbling at the same time just to annoy me. I noticed a couple of Jack’s teammates were craning their necks to hear what I was saying.

“Not, go out with me but go out…with me? Tonight? Um…a party tonight. At an office. My parents will be there. Well, not that I want you to meet my parents or anything.” Oh God, he was going to think I was a total freak. “It’s his office. It’s tonight. Did I say that. Anyway…I have to bring a date. Well, not a date but a person.”

I breathed deeply, feeling my face grow hotter and hotter by the second. “You’re a person. Do you like parties?”

He flashed a smile so breathtaking I thought I might faint. Well, seeing him in his basketball uniform wasn’t doing much for me in the no-swooning department either.

“Absolutely. “ he nodded. “I’d love to go.”

“Great!” I said a little too loudly. “Seven o’clock. And…uh…wear something nice.” Oh God. Oh God. “Not that what you have on isn’t nice or anything…”

“I’ll put on something dressy.” He assured me, smiling again.

“Okay.” I handed him a slip of paper with my number and address on it. “Uh…good luck with…uh…practice and stuff.”

Let me just tell you...it was MORTIFYING.

Heather: Wow...

There have been seventeen (eighteen now,) posts between Sarah, Nicole and I (fifteen of which, between Sarah and I,) in the past four days. I just want those of you who haven't been checking the blog over Christmas to know... You're in for it.
Oh, and be aware, EVERY POST WILL MENTION MERLIN. Seriously. I checked.
Right.
Ta ta, cheerio.
I'm off to write more about my Irish centaur friend.
:)

Sarah: This post is ACTUALLY about writing.

One morning (not too long ago, actually) I woke up and I suddenly knew what Camelot looked like. I hadn't been thinking about it previously, hadn't even been wondering what on earth King Arthur and his knights were up to. But this story, Once and Futures, presented itself to me in one giant lump of ideas.

I suddenly knew what Arthur looked like. I knew how he and Lancelot became friends and what Merlin meant to both of them. I knew the things that would happen to all of them, the tests they would endure, the struggles they would face...

...All for one, nameless girl.

For the past three days, this story has consumed my entire life. I knew how the story would start. I knew where the girl would go and who she would go with and the risks and pain everyone would endure. That day, I began the story.

Since then, I've been attached to paper and pens when forced away from my keyboard. In three days, 10, 000 words have come to me. This is a story that is writing itself, it seemed. The people come to me and tell me their stories. I'm just the messenger. I've been struggling, really, really struggling, to make sense of these people and understand their souls.

The characters are very, very real to me because of the intense level of writing energy I've been enduring. My heart has pounded in the intense moments, and I could practically feel the emotions running through Lynette, Arthur, Lancelot, and Merlin. Today, when I glimpsed how this story would end, how I know it must end, despite my best efforts to change it, I honestly started crying, just a little, knowing I would lose the Arthur I had created in my head.

This story is special to me, though it is not my first attempt at writing, because I finally accepted what I knew all along: I am a writer. And that is a calling I simply can't deny.

Lots of times life is crazy, senseless and even disappointing, but every once in awhile the stars seem to align to make everything feel just right. Writing Once and Futures has been one of those latter times. This isn’t a “pet project” of mine, it is a soul project. It comes from the deepest parts of me and has consumed my entire life. Camelot and all the amazing people who suffered, struggled, and sacrificed to make it happen have gotten under my skin.

And that's why I know, despite what scholars and people of knowledge have said for hundreds of years, I know Camelot must have existed, as with Arthur and Merlin and Lancelot and Guinevere and all the others. Because this, this thing in my head, it's all so real.

You might never read Le Morte d'Arthur (I was forced to in eighth grade and thought nothing of it then) but my desire is to make that world come alive for people. Let them be transported back in time. Let them go on an adventure. And let them fall in love with these characters who have become close friends of mine. I’ve found that the people I spend the most time with for the past couple days have been dead for a long, long time.

But not anymore. Camelot is back. Enjoy the sword fights, jousting, and, of course, the impossible romance of the medieval era.

Heather: Oh Dear.

I'm doing a bad thing. A very, very bad thing. But I love it so, so much. I've thrown caution to the wind, in a way, I suppose.
I'm such a rebel.
Here's normal me: Plot, plot, plot, plot, plot, plot, plot, plooooooooooooooooooooooot. WHOOOP PLOT!
Thirty pages and many long, agonizing hours later, I've got the whole plot.
But now I'm doing a bad thing.
I haven't plotted at all  and for the first time in a long time, I'm really honestly liking what I write, and my ideas. Maybe it's ill planned (get it?) to not plot, but for the first time, something is actually working out for me. All I have are vague ideas sprinting through my head; I know what's what, who's who, and where I hope it will go; but this story has taken a mind of it's own.
And it would be a lie to say I don't like it.
By the way, Nicole, this blog has been all about Merlin lately. I LOVE IT! :)
And on that note, Merlin/Arthur/Gwaine = MY FUTURE HUSBANDS.
Yes, all three ladies.
All three.

Sarah: Look what I found!!!!!

Okay, 0kay, Okay.So I've been posting like a maniac. Sue me.

BUT I was searching online for more stuff about the other knights of the round table and I stumbled upon this (don't ask me how)!

http://fuckyeahmerlin.tumblr.com/

And this.


Okay, I swear. Last post about Merlin for a while. :D

Sarah: Al I have to say to you, Morganna, is...

SPOILER< SPOILER< SPOILER!!!

Now, that that's out of the way, if you've seen season 3...read on.

...CURSE YOUR SUDDEN BUT INEVITABLE BETRAYAL!

:(

And here I really, really, liked her.

I was, literally, like ---> D:<

Sarah: 5,298 words later...

...and you have what I posted on OSAAWAKMS.

And if that doesn't make you wanna read it, here's a tease.

An hour later (of course, I had no way of telling if it was an hour or fifteen minutes. When I asked the time, Arthur looked at me like I was crazy) there was a small fire built, blankets laid out, and food to be eaten. Now, I was holding a small cup, forced to drink an awful substance Arthur called ‘medicine’.

He was staring at me from across the fire, his chainmail removed to reveal pants, shirt, and boots. Of course, it wasn’t anything out of Abercrombie and Finch, but it suited him.

His gaze was intense, his eyes darker in the firelight. “I…I want to apologize for my…lack of propriety.”

I stared at him, completely dumbfounded. “Propriety?”

He bit down on his lip, looking troubled. “Earlier.” When I still didn’t answer, his voice became hushed, his eyes wandered from my face to the ground. “You know… My sincerest apologies. I haven’t forgotten you’re quite angry with me. I was…I was just so relieved you’re alive.” He brought his eyes to my face. “It won’t happen again.”

Still having no clue what was going on, I allowed one eyebrow to rise. “What won’t happen again?”

Maybe it was just the firelight, but his cheeks looked the slightest bit red. Uncharacteristically, it seemed. He was most definitely the kind of boy who was gorgeous, knew it, and flaunted it. Something just told me he was quite the lady killer.

His voice was low, barely above a whisper. “The kiss.”

It took everything I had not to laugh at him. He was worried about a measly kiss?

But it wasn’t just a measly kiss and you know it, my stupid brain chimed in.

Luckily, I managed just a slight grin and was able to hold back my giggles. “Actually…I liked it.”

His head snapped up, as if he had just been told something truly shocking. Yet I knew, somehow, as if I had known him all my life, that he had no problem with other girls.

“Oh.” Was all he managed to say. After thinking for a moment, he mumbled, “then maybe we just won’t tell your uncle.”

Arthur picked up an apple and bit into it, leaning back and smiling. Ah, there was the person he was supposed to be. Worry free, confident and the slightest bit arrogant.

“You know,” he said after taking another bite of the apple. “I did do quite well back there. Especially in the bell tower. They never suspected a thing.” He chuckled. “It was pretty amazing.”

Well, maybe he was more than slightly arrogant.

I rolled my eyes, ready to snap at him with a witty remark. But he began to blur around the edges as I swayed and leaned back against the cave wall. When Arthur saw, he ran over and fell to his knees beside me.

“It’s nothing… Do you hear that?” I asked, listening again for the beeping.

Arthur watched me in the dim light the way someone studies a sick child. “I don’t hear anything…”

“Don’t you hear the beeping?” I gasped for air, the dress and cave suddenly feeling much too hot. “I…I just…”

“Lynette!”