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    Hello! My name is Laura, welcome to my blog! I write weird stories, collect dragon plushies and stay up too late with my nose in a book. I am a wife, mom and child saved by grace. My hope is that you find encouragement here or at least a smile or too.
    God bless!

  • “Now go, write it before them in a table, and note it in a book that it may be for the time to come forever and ever.”
    ~Isaiah 30:8.

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    We have come from God, and inevitably the myths woven by us, though they contain error, will also reflect a splintered fragment of the true light, the eternal truth that is with God. Indeed only by myth-making, only by becoming 'sub-creator' and inventing stories, can Man aspire to the state of perfection that he knew before the Fall. Our myths may be misguided, but they steer however shakily towards the true harbour, while materialistic 'progress' leads only to a yawning abyss and the Iron Crown of the power of evil.
    ~J.R.R. Tolkien

    "The only just literary critic," he concluded, "is Christ, who admires more than does any man the gifts He Himself has bestowed."
    ~J.R.R. Tolkien

    “Fantasy is escapist, and that is its glory. If a soldier is imprisioned by the enemy, don't we consider it his duty to escape?. . .If we value the freedom of mind and soul, if we're partisans of liberty, then it's our plain duty to escape, and to take as many people with us as we can!”
    ~J.R.R. Tolkien

    "Writers who see by the light of their Christian faith will have, in these times, the sharpest eye for the grotesque, for the perverse, and for the unacceptable. To the hard of hearing you shout, and for the almost-blind you draw large and startling figures."
    ~Flannery O'Connor

    You write to communicate to the hearts and minds of others what’s burning inside you. And we edit to let the fire show through the smoke.
    ~Arthur Polotnik

    Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them.
    ~Nathaniel Hawthorne

    "There are forms of insanity that condemn people to hear voices against their will, but as writers we invite ourselves to hear voices without relinquishing our hold on reality or our right to control."
    ~Writing Fiction by Janet Burroway

    Christians have sometimes been suspicious of stories, because they really can influence you. If you read the Twilight novels once a month for a year, I think you'd be a different human afterward—and not a sparkly one.
    ~Nate Wilson

When the Road Gets Bumpy

The week was going so well.  I had my first ultrasound and saw my baby and heard his/her heart beat.  I had plans with my mother-in-law to go maternity cloths shopping and pick out things like counter tops and ceiling fans for our remodel.  My husband and I were going to see Big Hero 6… but life is tricky and things don’t always go as planned.

It started Tuesday (November 4th), my left leg started cramping.  I didn’t think much of it.  The weather was cold and my left leg tends to cramp in cold weather.  By Wednesday evening it felt like I had pulled a muscle in my upper leg.  Okay, pulled muscle, no big deal.  Thursday it hurt, but that was all.  Friday I woke and it was killing me, but as I walked and moved around it got better so I didn’t cancel my shopping plans with my mother-in-law.  A two hour car ride into the city and a dressing room visit later told a different story.

The pain was worse and my leg was swollen to twice it’s size and turning purple.

In the emergency room I was given the news… I had two blood clots.  All day, through the pain and the freaky reality of my purple swollen leg I was able to stay calm, but there, laying in a bed in the emergency room, unable to walk or move my leg, my hormone heightened emotions got the better of me and I lost it.  Because I’m pregnant I can’t take blood thinners by pills, I have to take the shots, (and those of you who know me know how much I just “love” shots aka, I. Hate. Them.)  And I get to do it for the next six months…

After the diagnosis I was transferred by ambulance to the high risk pregnancy ward at a hospital in Oklahoma City.  On the way over I wanted to ask God why, but part of me thought it was pointless.  He had His reasons, I just needed to trust.  The baby was fine, I was so thankful for that.  Over and over the words of the Lord’s Prayer kept repeating in my head.  “The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want…” (Psalms 23)  And “He will never leave me nor forsake me…” (Deuteronomy 31:6) Thankfully I only had to stay the night at the hospital and was released the next morning.  (Thank you to everyone who was praying for me.)

Now, two weeks later, my leg is getting better, my mom showed me a trick that makes giving myself shots bearable and baby is still fine.  Even though this was something I would rather not have experienced I just keep reminding myself that baby is fine, and it had nothing to do with baby.  Yes I have to give myself shots for the next six months, but baby is fine.

It’s actually a bit of a miracle we caught it when and how we did.  We were suppose to have been done remodeling by now and moved, but between unforeseen old house problems (that took forever to fix) and crazy uncooperative weather we’re still remodeling.  The maim reason my mother-in-law and I were going to the city to shop was because the boys needed more lumber and insulation.  If we hadn’t been at this particular stage in the remodel, at this particular time, I would have never been in a car for two hours then walking around for several more.  My husband pointed out to me that my leg probably wouldn’t have swollen the way it did other wise, (and I wouldn’t have gone to the emergency room with what felt like a pulled muscle).  If we had already finished and moved I would have stayed off my feet because my leg hurt and most likely would not have found the clot(s) until it was already in my lungs.

The Lord works in mysterious ways, but whatever happens, “He knows the plans He has for you, plans not to harm you, but to give you a future and a hope.”  (Jeremiah 29:11)

Today, on my Birthday, I am thankful the clots were in my leg when we found them, I am celebrating the life of the little one inside me and rejoicing in the hope I have been given through Jesus Christ my Lord.  Yes I was scared and pitied myself, but “His ways are not our ways,” (Isaiah 55:8) and whether this is part of the Refiner’s Fire or just a result of a blood condition I inherited from my Grandfather (or even both), I know it’s all in His hands and He will see me through.

P.S. Thank you so much to all of you who prayed and are praying for me.  Your prayers have very much been felt.

P.P.S.  And this kind of killed my NaNo.  I will not be finishing. 😛

Four Years

I logged into my blog to discover I had a notification that said, “Happy Anniversary with WordPress.com!”  I have been registered with WordPress for four years.  Four years.  Wow.

Thank you to all my subscribers and readers who have stuck with me for the last four years, and thank you to the ones who have recently joined.  You all help keep me blogging (even if there are long gaps in posts…).  So thank you.  🙂   I look forward to sharing with you more in the years to come.

Happy fourth Birthday storygirlsblog!

Four

Four (Photo credit: jlz)

 

A Sneak of a Peak (Birthday Special 2011)

I started this thing on here where every year on my Birthday, I give you guys an entire scene from my most current story.  Well, since I’m not going to let anyone lay so much as a wink on Wolf’s Head until it’s edited (don’t you just love NaNo novels?) I’ve decided to give you all something extra special.  That’s right, you heard correctly, EXTRA special.

I am giving you a scene from a story that has not (as of yet) made it to the draft writing-table.  This is a scene from Wrenna, Geoffrey and Luke’s story. 

Hope you enjoy this little sneak of a peak! 😀

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A battle cry rang out.  Geoffrey bent the cord of his crossbow until it locked into the catch, then set a bolt into the channel. 

“Ready yourself.”

Luke drew his sword and stood at Geoffrey’s side by the door.  He looked over his shoulder at Wrenna and Shea.  Wrenna stood clutching the table top while the older woman drew two flintlock pistols from a high cupboard.

“Mercenaries?”  Wrenna asked.  She gazed at Luke.

“Stay back.  They don’t know we’re here.”

“That won’t matter,” Shea loaded flint into the first pistols cock and tamped power down the muzzle.  “They’re here to loot the village and to kill as many as they can.  You can be sure they will search every house.”  She finished loading the gun then handed it to Wrenna.

“I… I’ve never fired…” 

Shea took Wrenna’s hand, forcing her to except the weapon, “Learn now.”

“Is that necessary?”  Luke asked. 

“This is life or death boy.  It’s necessary.” 

“We’ve got company!”  Geoffrey called out.

Shea grabbed the second pistol and hastily loaded it.  “Pull the table over!”  She instructed.  “We can use it as a shield if we have to.” 

Wrenna and Luke helped her push the table onto its side.  Luke returned to Geoffrey at the door and Wrenna and Shea crouched behind the table, pistols ready.

Wrenna heard a click as the arrow sped from Geoffrey’s cross bow.  The sound was soon followed by the scream of a man.  Geoffrey hastily loaded another arrow and fired before flinging down the weapon and drawing his sword just in time to meet the blow of a mercenary’s thick blade.  

Geoffrey was forced out the door by his attacker and three mercenaries charged into the house.  Luke felled one before he could react, dropping the man on the threshold.  Shea fired her pistol, sending the second mercenary spinning to the ground with a cry. 

The third charged into the table, knocking it over and pinning Shea underneath.  The old woman struggled, but could not free herself.  Wrenna tried to help her, but the mercenary grabbed her by the hair and pulled her away.

Wrenna screamed, clutched at her scalp.  Luke tackled the mercenary.  The two men went tumbling over the table; the mercenary’s sword went flying.   Wrenna scrambled up, backing against the wall.  The mercenary kicked at Luke’s stomach, sending him backwards into the cupboards.  Luke crashed into the cupboards, the sound of wood cracking rang in the air and Luke crumpled to the ground with a groan.

“Luke!”  Wrenna cried.  

The mercenary picked up his sword and stalked towards Luke’s limp form.  Wrenna picked up her pistol, pointed it at the mercenary and fired. 

BOOM!

The flint flashed in a cloud of smoke followed by the mercenary’s agonizing cry.

Happy Birthday Writing for His Glory!

Writing for His Glory has offialy been around for one year today! 

In honor of the ocation I have updated the “About Me-The Writer” and “The Novel” (now, “My Novels”) pages.  Take a look! 😀

P.S.  Leaving for vacation tomorrow.  I’m taking my lap top with me this time.  🙂  So I’ll be keeping things updated, and hopefuly posting the next Character Development part, and just maybe… an SoS post. 🙂

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