My excerpt

If nobody says anything about the excerpt, i'm going to scream and give up editing the story and nobody will ever see any more of it.

I WON

I won. I won i won i won. Ha. Hahahahahahahha.

An excerpt:

Laudo couldn't sleep sometimes, and he often passed hours by watching people in the streets go by. The third time he found Amala going by at midnight he got up and went outside to meet her.
"Are you okay?" She jumped.

"Yes, yes… i'm looking for Altu, you know, one of those flowers best picked at night." She had no gathering basket.

"Amala, about the King," he started.

"What? I'm fine, you know that."

"But not just the king, about the Prince," he said. Small pause. "Edmund."

One sniff. Two. Then came torrents of tears, soaking his sweater. He let her weep for a while, moving them to a small grove of trees.

When her face was relatively dry, he gently asked, "What happened?"

She thought a moment, then: "You know the Queen was barren for many a year? Her husband came to me in the middle of the night to ask for a child. And Queen Snow-White asked for - what else? - golden-yellow hair that grows fast for her child. Who asks for that? Mostly i get requests for healthy children! And hair. What importance is hair? She could've asked that the child will have good eyesight or an unbloodiable nose or- or- something useful. Growing fast. That just makes it worse! You want to trim it each week? What if she wants short hair? And what are you going to do with all that hair, make a ladder?" Laudo positioned himself to hear a lot more of this. "But ask for hair she did, and being a fool, i tried. Not hard, but i tried. Of course she sent but a single hair, probably from her endless trimmings, as she couldn't stand pulling a fresh one. Do you know how hard it is to make a baby from two hairs? It's pretty hard. With most people I'd've demanded a lock more if they want a child, but the King said this was to be secret, and I thought not of this outcome.

"You know Michael was called away urgently the day after Zel- Ed was born? Well, the third day, Her Vain Self came with the Princess and soldiers. She complained of the lack of hair, as though the baby wasn't absolutely beautiful anyway, and she thought greedily of my Edmund. Oh, Ed," and she cried a few minutes more. "I missed him so, after they were switched. I didn't dare do anyting without Michael, and he never came back. The new baby was nothing like Ed. She cried too much and she didn't have a lovely fluffy head and those eyes- but now, now she's my own dear, i'm afraid i love her more than my true child.

"But what am i saying? She is my true child, i wouldn't give her up for anything, not even… not even Ed. He should be happy where he is. They have fresh food to eat at every meal, and never worn-out shoes, and no one dares point and glare. Oh how i wish," she sighed, and stared into space. After a minute or so Laudo cleared his throat and she continued.

"But i was always afraid the Queen would do something, except the King wouldn't let her, surely. But he let her switch the babies. What was she thinking? The fool. He has magic blood in him, likely he'll be a Warlock. And he looks nothing like either Royal Family with their pale skin. He must feel so out of place. But poor Zel, she has not hair. Of course she doesn't, that's what caused so much of this trouble. Hair! I hate hair." And she grabbed handfuls of her own deep brown locks, as though she would tear it out then and there. Laudo said nothing.

"Why Marizel?" He interrupted her thoughts at last.

"I made it up on the spot. Mari- was from Marik, Ed's middle name, and -zel, well… i didn't want her to lose that enirely." She was silent a moment or two.

"How obvious was it? That Zella's not mine. By blood."

"Not very to those who don't know you. We always suspected something, but we're well brought up about those who don't look like family." Laudo had three boys who looked nothing like him.

The sun started to come up over the horizon.

"I best be off," said Laudo. "The bread needs put in the oven."

"And i had better get back before the Princess Rapunzel wakes."

"The Princess…"

"The Princess."

Crossing the finish line

nanowrimo

eek

not done

bye

**TEST**

This is a test. If you are able, please comment. Thank you.

Color coordination? What's that?

Purple striped shirt, grey skirt, blue socks, brown belt.

Brown belt. And not in the buckle way.

Today after Jujutsu (Martial Art) Shihan (that's teacher) Rick told me to come upstairs and join the adult class for five minutes. We went upstairs, but had to wait five minutes already for the weight-lifting people to get out. I commented that it looked boring, just lifting heavy stuff.

Now i've been a blue belt for quite a while. The belts go white, blue, green, three degrees of brown, ten degrees of black. I know why i wasn't getting a green belt, or at least i'm reasonably positive i know. It's because of this one type of roll i couldn't get, because every time i tried it, without fail, i'd hurt my back. (This may sound funny at my age, but i have a badish back. I hurt it often enough in Jujutsu. I hurt it last Thursday. We were doing flying kicks and i landed wrong, my ankle kind of twisted underneath me - it's fine now - and i landed hard and probably jarred my spine or something. Ugh.) But i finally got the roll a few weeks ago. I'm sure i'm a first degree brown belt.

I'm listening to "random" songs. Hehe.

can't stop smiling

So guess who had almost half a glass of wine to celebrate Mom's birthday and the S.s' new house?

All Hallow's Eve

Ah, what a Lutheran Feast Day that is. Yes, i know that was yesterday. Did you know Martin Luther put them up on October 31 because the next day was All Saints' Day (used to be All Hallows' Day) and he know everybody was going to be in church the next day? (i can almost hear all of you nodding Yes, I know, but of course i can't hear you because i'm writing this now you and you will read this later, or in your case, the current now)

To a couple candy-givers (i still Trick-or-Treat) i said, "Happy Reformation Day!" My favorite reaction was the lady who said "oh," quietly and backed up slightly.

But as Pastor G. pointed out in his sermon last night, we don't celebrate Reformation Day. We don't say, "Ha, we know the truth and those Roman Catholics don't!" We never rejoice that people don't know the right things. We're happy for our knowing, but we mourn for those who don't. We pray for them (Yes, M, i pray for you and L, and your family), and try to preach the Gospel, and in the meantime sing several hymns.

On that note, there's no feeling like the one you get when you've just received your Lord and Saviour's Body and Blood, and you're kneeling up there in the Sacrestry (spelcheck says Tapestrying), and Pastor says, "The body and blood of our Lord Jesus Christ strengthen and preserve you in body and soul to life everlasting. Depart † in peace." (LSB 199) while 31 people somewhere behind you are singing At the Lamb's High Feast We Sing in tune. And loudly, in a good way. (that one's LSB 633)

And don't be surprised i listened to the sermon. It's insulting.

And somebody please comment!