"I'd rather be a could-be if I cannot be an are; because a could-be is a maybe who is reaching for a star. I'd rather be a has-been than a might-have-been, by far; for a might have-been has never been, but a has was once an are." Milton Berle




“We'd never know how high we are, till we are called to rise; and then, if we are true to plan, our statures touch the sky” Emily Dickinson

I love looking at the night's sky. It's filled with so much beauty. Sometimes, when I'm feeling the need to look at the size of God, I like to slip out of my bed when everyone else is sleeping, and sit under the stars and gaze up. Looking up at the sky makes me feel inspired, and awed. There is so much of it. Compared to the size of the heavens, my problems are infinitesimal. It is my ardent belief that men and woman should take a moment out of their busy lives and get out of our man made houses, our TV lands, internet and cars, and just look up. When you look up it's easier to be lifted up, and reminded of what, and who really matters.

So, enough of my rambling. I've got some good quotes here. All star/sky themed.
Enjoy :)


“The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.”

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


“If I could reach up and hold a star for every time you've made me smile, the entire evening sky would be in the palm of my hand.”

“The night walked down the sky with the moon in her hand.”

Frederic Lawrence Knowles




“The night is bright, with a starlit sky, I sit and think, as time passes by. Oh starry night, with a moonlit sky, take me away, and tell me why. Give me a reason, for love's end, give me a reason, for why I lost a friend. I sit and think, all night l”



“I will grow. I will become something new and grand, but no grander than I now am. Just as the sky will be different in a few hours, its present perfection and completeness is not deficient.”

Wayne Dyer

“I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky; and all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by.”

John Masefield

“There is one spectacle grander than the sea, that is the sky; there is one spectacle grander than the sky, that is the interior of the soul”

Victor Hugo

“Only from the heart Can you touch the sky.”

Jalal ad-Din Rumi

“Eagles: When they walk, they stumble. They are not what one would call graceful. They were not designed to walk. They fly. And when they fly, oh, how they fly, so free, so graceful. They see from the sky what we never see.”

Ralph Waldo Emerson
"When it is dark enough, you can see the stars."
— Ralph Waldo Emerson

"This is a place where grandmothers hold babies on their laps under the stars and whisper in their ears that the lights in the sky are holes in the floor of heaven."
— Rick Bragg

Machado de Assis
"To him the stars seemed like so many musical notes affixed to the sky, just waiting for somebody to unfasten them. Someday the sky would be emptied, but by then the earth would be a constellation of musical scores"
— Machado de Assis


"We know that God is everywhere; but certainly we feel His presence most when His works are on the grandest scale spread before us: and it is the unclouded night-sky, where His worlds wheel their silent course, that we read clearest His infinitude, His omnipotence, His omnipresence."
— Charlotte Brontë


"Always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion to reach for the stars to change the world."
— Harriet Tubman


At 8:00 A.M today, the temperature was perfect. The sun was warm. The sky was blue. The air smelled like blossoms, and I felt every inch alive. It's funny how mornings like that can put you in that, 'alive' state, where you think anything is possible, and the whole world and everything in it is on your side.

I'm feeling quite thoughtful today. It's Sunday, and Sundays always put me in a reflective mood. I like Sundays because it's one day in the week where I don't feel like I have to work. I may have to teach a lesson, or go to meetings. But I don't have to do those dishes. I can just be. I really like to just be. It seems like people have become Human-doings, rather than human beings. I don't mean,'the being' as being slothful or lazy. I mean the kind of being in which you can lie down in the grass and smell the earth, and watch the clouds and breath in and out, and enjoy the now of it all. So many times I've caught myself scurrying to fulfill tasks, useful tasks, listening to people, helping, doing good things, yet in hurrying to complete the next task, I never have sense of satisfaction, it's always, 'the next thing.'

But when you really stop to just BE. You start to realize that 'the next thing' will always be that. The only thing we really have and can possess is the now. This moment, this second. Possessions are only ours while we use them in the now, and then they are gone. The people in your life can only truly be appreciated in the now. To exist in the now of life, is to live in bliss. In the now's of life we posses eternity.


The famous NASA Hubble Space Telescope turned 20 today. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! Perdy cool. Check it out.
http://www.necn.com/04/24/10/At-20-Hubble-Telescope-surpasses-expecta/landing.html?blockID=222680&feedID=4213


For those of you wanting to read a sample chapter, please be patient. I can't really figure out how to post a whole chapter online. Perhaps if I can get my computer savvy brother to help me out on this one, you might get lucky. But until then, you can bite your fingernails, and pick your scabs and hangnails, while waiting. Hey, don't look at me that way. I've seen lots of people fishing for scabs, fleas, dandruff globs, slivers, and other unidentified objects a while biding their time. I'm thinking it releases stresses, and gives an endorphin buzz. Seriously.

Wow, I'm sidetracked today. Maybe, it's because I broke down and drank a mountain dew. Not that I'm endorsing it. No. Bad stuff it is. It's very bad for your bones, teeth, and everything else. But it sure does taste nice when you're feeling low on energy juice.

Okay.

And to answer your questions Anonymous commenter, (can I call you Gardenia?) Sorry, it was just a random name that popped into my head. You wanted to know when my book is going to be published.

Soon, I hope. Every authors publishing story is different. Some have to battle their way up to be published, while others send it out and bam, it's on the bookshelves. Well, not quite that fast. But it seems like that. Let's hope my story will be like that. :)

To answer your second question, my very most favorite thing about writing is the fact that I can become anyone I want while writing. I love how I can create an alternate world so fantastic and different from our own, and then sprinkle on some magic dust(or proverbial truths from our own world)that makes the story become alive, believable and real. That's the beauty of fantasy. It's the beauty of fiction. Awe, it makes me smile. I love writing. Love story telling.


Third question. What character is my favorite?

I can't really put a finger on the character that gets to be crowned with all my devotion and most highest esteem. I tried to make each character have their own particular strengths and weaknesses, so I like them all for different reasons. When I started out writing I made a log of what characters I would have, what they would look like, and what they wanted most. I tried to fashion them in a way that many people can identify with them on a personal level.


I hope that answers your questions for now. Feel free to ask some more. Hopefully I can answer them.

Have a great day

Until next time

Steph

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Of a few things Andrew was sure. First, his green thumb was totally gone. Second, because it was gone, he was now worse than a drought, or even a plague of locusts. And lastly, he was going to die for it.

Andrew hadn’t really meant to destroy the field of grain in Nookpot, hadn’t meant to risk Ivory’s life by helping her plant flowers at Krot’s gardens. He couldn’t understand why plants now wilted when he touched them. He had become the dreaded, “weedpatch!” The ultimate enemy to his own profession. Or so he thought---until a mishap during his execution places him in the path of the great Orion, where he is told that his organic failings have purpose. Once bestowed with a weapon that increases or diminishes in power according to the number of good people near him at the time, Andrew sets forth to: restore Orion's stolen belt, kill the Shade's evil trees, help a lost prince return to his kingdom, and unite the strength of 100,000 men in order to destroy the power of the darkened star Agrona.

However, the tasks set before Andrew are not easy ones. Encounters with snakemen, Brittlewambers, dragon fireflies, giant centipedes, and mushrooms with moldy attitudes slow his progress, and threaten to take away everything that’s important to him. Time is running out, and Andrew begins to wonder if he will have to face the greatest Leach of light, alone.

ANDREW AND THE QUEST OF ORION’S BELT is an 85,000-word YA fantasy adventure novel, that came about from my stargazing fascinations, combined with my quirky imagination, and adventures of living on a farm, in a little town populated with more sagebrush than people.

If you are a reputable agent, editor, publisher interested in reading my manuscript, please let me know.

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