Aug 26, 2012

i bid farewell.

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I will miss how the summer sun will spilled her golden goodness through the pine boughs. 
I will miss the laughter-filled midnights, the movie nights, the nights in which were stargazing nights.
I will miss the excitement of how "forever" turned into only a day away. 
I will miss vacation countdowns and mornings wrapped in quilts and midnight chats with friends near and faraway.
I will miss the thrilling shivers of diving into the cool depths below sapphire waters. 
I will miss lavender hugs and pastel rose kisses. 
I will miss messy buns and loose nautical braids. 
and I will miss dear summer, and can only dream of the next one to come. 

but dear autumn, I cannot wait for you to call at my garden gate....   

postscript :: I will be taking a little break {I have been actually, taking a little break from blogging, but this is an "official" announcement.} I just want to take a step back, breath, and figure out where I want to go with my blogging journey - sort out my dreams and priorities because, in all honesty,  I don't think 'tis quite fair to just write if my heart is not in it {neither for you or for me}. thank you for your patience, love, and do not hesitate to leave a note! xx's. 

Aug 22, 2012

book tour // tea n' scones with Miss Elizabeth Rose

to-day, dear readers, I have a very special guest to be welcomed in my garden walk. I have been honored the very dear pleasure of having Miss Elizabeth Rose of Living on Literary Lane for tea and scones to introduce to you her newest published book: Violets are Blue. 


"Hello, Miss Elizabeth! 'Tis a pleasure to have you again in my garden walk. First, I must again congratulate you on your publishing of your first novel Violets Are Blue. Perhaps, might you give a short summary of the book, and what inspired you to develop the characters?" 

Violet Bradshaw has an idyllic life. With her best friend since infancy, Lillian Prescott, living just a few blocks away, and the beautiful shoreline right at her fingertips, Vi can't imagine calling any place other than Eastbourne home. And then her parents make the decision to move their large family to bustling and dirty New York City, leaving Vi's perfect world shattered on the ground. Determined not to lose touch, Violet and Lilli send letters back and forth across the Atlantic, keeping up their friendship though an icy sea now divides them. When Lilli sends Vi an especially excited note saying that the whole Prescott family will be coming to America — and on the unsinkable Titanic, no less — it's all Vi can do to contain her excitement. Can April not come sooner?

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I wanted to write about a family that was not broken, unrealistic though that may sound. Too many stories nowadays begin with the premise of failing relationships, and then end — surprise, surprise! — with everyone working through their differences, loving each other, and essentially using up the whole novel only to get to where they should have been on page one. I hoped to portray a family that faced the storms of life together. The  Bradshaws are very much like my own parents and siblings, and whenever I felt lacking in inspiration, I had only to observe those around me. Other sources that inspired me are classic family stories, such as Little Women, Anne of Ingleside, and Marianne and Elinor's relationship in Sense and Sensibility.

"What sparked your interest in the Titanic era?" 

The Dear America book, Voyage on the Great Titanic, by Ellen Emerson White, has been a favorite of mine since childhood, and was what first introduced me to the tragedy of the Titanic. I was quite intrigued with the infamous ocean liner's end, mainly because it came as such a shock to those of that period. A ship so grand, so luxurious — why, nothing could possibly sink her, right?

I hardly need answer that question.
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"If you could spend a whole day with one of the characters in your book, who would it be?"

Spending a day with Violet would be nearly the same as spending the day with Emma, or Helen, or Anna, as they are in each other's company for the majority of the day. Should I choose to tag along with Robert, we would probably end up at the wharf eventually — the pull it has on that lad is practically magnetic. I think I should like to pass my hours at the forge with Mr. O' Neele and his daughter, Mary. Just think what interesting tidbits of news I'd pick up.

"At what age did you become fully interested in writing a book?" 

I started my first book, a story about a young girl named Rose Marion who lives in the fictional town of Window Bay, MA, around age eleven or twelve. Naturally, it is hardly worth reading now, but it still holds a special place in my heart, as only one document can ever bear the title of First Book. Before pursuing novel-writing, I wrote poetry, plays, and journaled regularly.

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"Did you ever suffer from writer's block when you wrote Violets Are Blue? What inspired you to keep writing?"

Ah, the horrid disease! Yes, it did strike, though I would not allow it full control. There were a few moments — mainly during NaNoWriMo 2010 — where I felt ready to quit, but the promise of finishing a real book and holding the published edition in my hands was enough to encourage me to push forward.

"Who are some of the authors that inspired you to write this book?"

I am and continue to be inspired by many authors, and cannot name one who single-handedly influenced Violets Are Blue. I am penslain almost daily by the various works of C.S. Lewis, Jane Austen, Louisa May Alcott, J.R.R. Tolkien, L.M. Montgomery, and most recently, Victor Hugo (naturally, that is but a small portion of the list).

"Can you give any advice for those aspiring to be future published writers?"

The best advice I can offer from my own meager experience is read good books. Spend time in the words of the greats, and learn what it is that made them excellent word crafters. Next, perservere. There will be many a time when writer's block will grasp you with it's fearsome claw — do not give it the pleasure of triumph. Even when your story seems to be going nowhere, or if you feel discouraged by the works of the greats, keep writing. There is no better way to learn how to write a book. As Benjamin Franklin said, experience is the best teacher.

Thank you, Miss Elizabeth, for kindly including me on your book tour. I wish you grand success on your newest published book and on future writing projects. 

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be sure to visit her lovely inglenook to read letters straight from her writing desk or here to read more about her unsinkable journey. oh, and be sure to visit amazon, to purchase a copy of this book. :)
  

Aug 15, 2012

golden moments {a fair photoshoot}

{aka it was the greatest adventure of her life [thus far] // part iii}
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{ DAY 4 } wednesday morning, the house was quiet again. johanna's older siblings had not come downstairs yet, and the younger siblings were away at horse camp. thus we passed the morning, with tea and crafts in a way as all quiet mornings should be spent. 
around 2ish all of us hopped into the van, and made our way to the Orange County Fair...
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we sipped on freshly squeezed lemonade and were thrilled to find a long row of old-fashioned photobooths. {I don't know why, but after having a SMASH book, I have been kind of obsessed with photobooths}. even though it was $5.00 for one strip, it was well worth cramming into the small both and posing...

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the fair had a lovely education garden overflowing with rows and rows of vegetables and pretty flowers. the lighting was *SO* perfect, and so Johanna and I {with her sister in tow} decided to seize this opportunity to have a photoshoot...
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yes, I know I'm weird... ^-^ 
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...she agrees.
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{...'course she's weird too. *smile*}
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but we love each other anyways. 
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{my fav. *wink*} 
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^^ special thanks to Miss Savanna {or as we like to call her Savy} for taking most of these photographs. 

as the shutter went *click, click* I smiled, not just because I was posing, but because each still - each photograph would be a tangible memory of this golden moment. being with people you love, laughing in the golden sunlight, and just being comfortable enough to let down your hair, is truly one of the best feelings. 

the one and only ride we went on, was the chair lift, that gave us a hawk-eye, sunset view of the fair. it was lovely to be sitting between two of the sweetest girls as we "rode into the sunset." we all lingered a few hours more, browsing through the rows and rows of booths, stopping by purchase a warm gooey cinnamon roll. we returned "home" around 11:00, exhausted by the afternoon's festivities; however, I was excited to see what the next day had in store...
 {all photographs are SOOC} 

{ to be continued } 
with love,
the girl in the garden.