The Irish Twins Episode Four:

Alright people, I hath returned for this fourth Irish Twin Episode because…well…because Gil screams at me and threatens me to do this so, yeah. nodnods Poor me is now forced to write to you guys again, so terrible isn’t it? smirks Of course not, who else am I supposed to roast Gil too? So, hello and welcome to ….. My randomocity? That's not a word but y’know Today I suppose we’ll start with a brief update of… sighs dramatically life. I guess life has been ok lately, but gotta be honest…my socialcality battery has run a bit low…I mean, I literally live in the middle of nowhere so having guests over, two weeks in a row is, not a normal for my family. And I was starting to get a bit tired of, um, people 😅Despite that though, we did have fun, first we had a slightly surprise visit from our cousins and we spent about five days hanging out, then our aunt and uncle on our moms side ended up coming to celebrate thanksgiving with us and they stayed about the same length of time, much to the happiness of my introverted self, we are now back to just our family at home and i’m no longer intentionally taking longer to do animal chores, XD

Ok, I seriously don’t know what else to say about life because…its just life, so, we’ll move on to the fact that Gil wrote 700 words this morning (Sunday)…. smirks I wrote 1827. winks at Gil you’re welcome, bo. Anyways, speaking of writing, i do have updates on thatttttt, as of Friday, November 28th, the first draft of the second book in my series Astolia Chronicles was finished with a current total word count of 79,699, but then I realized I do have one scene I still have to write but I need Lorelai’s help a little more with it I think eyes her so for now, its done. nods And I just want to say, well wait, I have two things I want to say before I give a snippet of the last chapter/ending. First off, all of you readers who took Mrs Reids class, do you remember that one of the things she said she wanted to teach us was how to write emotion? Well, as I’ve been sharing snippets of my book on Ydubs, (shoutout to all the Ydubber readers too, XD, i’ve really loved getting to know y’all) guess what one of the biggest things I’ve been given positive feedback on is? grins yep, emotions. I was kinda surprised at first then I was like, wait, it was Mrs. Reid who taught me, well of course, XD, but yeah, that was really encouraging to hear and I couldn’t have gotten that feedback without Mrs. Reid so, thank you so much Mrs. Reid for helping me develop that part of my writing, and, well, most of my writing, lol. Ok, second thing I wanted to say…I feel like this ending is literally perfect, I was going to go much farther, but I’d been debating what I was going to do with Jaxton (my mc) already, whether I wanted him to die or not and how many books I was going to do, and I seriously couldn’t decide, I still haven’t actually, but, I was writing the other morning and wrote this section then went “Oh my goodness that is absolutely genius” so, this is now my ending for book two so that I have more time to decide whether he dies or not! So yeah 🙃before I give the snippet though, lemme talk about something I’ve learned about writing otherwise Gil will have my head

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Trusting the Next Chapter

#randomopinionoftheweek

Alright, well, this isn’t necessarily something I’ve learned, well, I suppose it partially is, but its also more something I’ve realized but before writing, I felt big every time I came up with a fancy way to say “God is love.” Not that that’s a bad thing, but it was very childish and like, God wasn’t super important to me. Sure, I’d been baptized, I’d read my bible as often as I could remember to, I’d written lots of huge notes on specific verses I found interesting, but like, it didn’t have any depth. Almost at all. When I struggled, it wasn’t God I turned to first, rather, I ended up just having a pity party. When bad things happened, of course I didn’t blame God, at least, so I thought, but I didn’t necessarily accept what he’d allowed either. I fought it. But then I started writing, I think I was twelve when I first started. And literally everything changed. My whole perspective on life, on God, on everything began to shift. As I began creating characters, developing plots, giving them trauma and trials they had to deal with, for a purpose, I began to see more clearly that its pretty much what God does. I love my characters. Alot. I care about them, I want them to be happy, but I also know that they have to go through some difficult things to get to the end goal of happiness and peace. God is the same way, He loves us, but He knows we need to go through trials, to be tested, so that we can reach the end goal of living with Him forever. At first I was confused as to why it wasn’t until I’d started writing that I had this sudden change and that I actually began developing a relationship with God, and of course, its different with all people because almost everything we do today has some sort of similarity to what God does, take pottery for instance, it takes a lot of molding and destroying and rebuilding to make a good pot, God does the same with us, He molds and shapes and rebuilds us to make us His own wonderful creation, but anyways, back to my confusion, I didn’t quite understand why it was after writing that this change started to happen. I mean I didn’t really care to much about why it happened so much as the fact that it did, but it still struck me as odd, and it wasn’t til I started a new book with a completely different character dynamic then my current one that I started to realize, and I have no clue why it was that character that made me see this, but I started to realize that it was partially because as an author, I feel like I can relate to and understand, though only a minor fraction, some of the things God does, and even though I almost never know the why to a lot of things, it’s easier to bear hardships because I do know that there is a why and there always will be. God is the greatest Author, He knows everything there is to know about crafting the most magnificent of stories, but unlike us human authors, His are real and so much more beautiful and impactful. Just having the perspective that God is an Author in a way too, has brought me so much closer to him, and again it’s easier to comprehend that God has a plan, everything has a purpose and works together for good, even if it looks bad at the time. Hopefully all of that makes sense, XD, it’s something that I thought was so cool, especially because it had grown my faith so much over the three years I’ve been writing, so yeah, thanks for reading that, lol💚

Ok, now that I’ve gone on for a bit its time to sign off and give you back into Gil’s torturous hands, pats you sympathetically its ok, I promise I will come back to give you a break from him, I know he’s a lot to handle looks over at Gil and grins before I go I have some more memes, one in particular caught my attention and I actually want to now use the meme/prompt XD

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So here they are (the first one is the one I thought was really intriguing):

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Alright, then farewell my friends! Until next time!

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Why are you still here?

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Waiting for something?

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Oh yes, face palms not me literally almost forgetting I almost forgot, the snippet, yes, ok, well, here it is!

Pieces of metal showered around us. Little shards smacked me, burning, slicing.

I struggled against another moan.

The girl half beneath me cried.

No, she sobbed.

Screams could just be barely heard in between the explosions but they were so successive that there were almost no breaks. My ear drums were probably permanently damaged.

Another cannon exploded.

Four down. Three to go.

I was beginning to lose myself. My vision blurred even more than before and then went black for a second. The sounds around me began to fade.

No.

I can’t do that.

I need to move.

I need to find Ky. And Gilbert.

The fifth cannon went up in pieces.

The chunks flew everywhere again and I swear one landed no more than 3 feet from me.

I froze, breathing hard.

I needed to move.

I needed to—

More explosions, it was two at once, or close.

I cringed. Maybe I would make it out ok.

Maybe I could sti—

Something landed on my leg.

Hard. Hot. Searing. Pain.

I screamed.

I screamed so hard my lungs ached and my throat was sore.

I couldn’t move my leg.

I couldn’t feel my leg.

Only the pain.

It swept through me over and over, nausea roiling my stomach and smoke choking me.

I was stuck.

More shards of metal blasted me and between the haze of my squinted eyes I tried to see.

NO. I squeezed them back shut.

Blood. That was all I could see.

More blood.

Too much.

Tears leaked out from the corners of my irises. Burning even more than the pain and the heat.

I was stuck.

I was dying.

I was actually dying.

I could feel the excessive amount of blood leaving my body, taking with it my strength and energy.

My consciousness.

I was dying.

And suddenly. I didn’t want to die.

Even though I deserved it.

I peeled my eyes open again as the explosions began to settle, though fire still raged everywhere. I looked up.

And I smiled, painfully.

The sky was painted the most breathtaking array of colors. Red, orange, pink, blue, even green, purple and a brilliant yellow gold sun.

Light was spilling out over the field and through the smoke, I swear I could see the untouched grasses, dew coating them, sparkling.

My gaze fogged over.

Fire filled my entire being and then everything was gone.

No pain.

No war.

No life.

Ok, there you are, that is the very end of the second book in my series, hope you like it! disappears

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