My apologies.

I would like to apologize to all of my readers for the other day's jerk post. Yes, I wanted to share my victory. Was it appropriate to torture the blogosphere instead of calling a friend, blabbering in a family member's ear, or talking to an imaginary friend? I'm not sure. To make it up to you, here are the links to the soundtrack and the program I used to "unpack" the files. No need to thank me. It was the least I could do.

1. Go here and download the file. Save it somewhere with an obvious name, like NORTH & SOUTH SOUNDTRACK or RACCOONS ON A WILD RAMPAGE.
2. Download this.
3. Run around frantically when you can't find the program you just downloaded.
4. Go to that obvious folder I mentioned. Don't worry, I didn't copyright the raccoon one. You're welcome to it.
5. Right click. The 7zip program will dash to your assistance, like Eugene Fitzherbert at the end of Tangled or the dreaded Mr. Willoughby. Click the options until you figure out how to do whatever it was I did.
6. Smile at your now separated, now MP3 formatted files and tell God how much you love me.
7. If you have iTunes, you can go to File: Add Folder to Library. If you are OCD like me, this artwork will do nicely. (I want her dress in that picture. I want it NOW.)

That oughta do it. Now, to talk about something other than beautiful music.

 I just wanted to say to anyone and everyone who reads this darn thing, thanks for sticking around. A lot of you don't follow publicly or comment (which you should, cuz it would inflate my ego), but I love hearing randomly from people who read. Every time, I make this face and think They read that!? It's kind of cool when people surprise you.

I also want to state the purpose of this blog. For right now, it's just a bit of fun and motivation in my life. It gets my writing muscles going and lets me write freely. I'm none too worried about forming a following or "serving my readers" yet. Well, of course I want to serve my readers. However, I do a lot of talking about things in theory. I'm sorry that I can't proclaim myself an expert or give anyone "professional" help. But if you like talking about what makes a story good, I'm here. Eventually I plan to start working on what is called a platform. Authors have 'em, and it allows them to a) communicate with their readers and b) SELL PEOPLE STUFF. Right now, though, this is just some jolly good fun and I'm glad that there are at least a small faction of people who are interested.

Now, the following is solely for my own benefit. I can think about it while I'm bored at sports practices and whatnot. (Is it weird to hum the theme to yourself while everyone else is talking? Yeah, that's me. I also read books at breaks.)

Now, because it isn't a period drama unless someone gets rejected, I present...

It's just so GOOD. So, so, so good. I think I officially swooned at 2:27. His voice just makes it. Then comes the part at 3:10 and... Well, I'll marry him. He still needs some work, but I'd marry him on the spot.

WRITING UPDATE: Toying around with some unfinished short fairytales for the fun of it. Going to plan some NaNoWriMo tonight. I got a book on the general history of Ireland for my birthday, so I am going to do some research with that soon. It doesn't have much info on the time period I am interested in, but it can't hurt.

READING UPDATE: I finished Between Shades of Gray on my way to camp in VA the other week. It was really, really good. It was a relatively quick read with a lot of heart to it. Nothing particularly special, but written in earnest and good all around. I would highly recommend it to anyone who appreciates a good read or history. Some time this week I have to start my required reading for school, so you'll be hearing about that now and again.

RANDOM: I dreamed I was at a camp on the beach and the Darcy from Lost in Austen was my awkward chauffeur. I also ate a donut for breakfast today while watching the Doomsday episode of Doctor Who with my sisters' Whovian friends. There is chemical warfare going on inside of me: The dopamine released by the intake of a sugary breakfast is at war with the general sense of depression that accompanies the departure of Rose Tyler. Meh, good thing I'm going to have to do things in the real world today.