Infinity Dreams Blog Award

Infinity Dreams Blog Award

I was nominated for this award by the ever-lovely Deborah of The Road of a Writer

Let's kick this popsicle stick, shall we? Of course we shall!

Firstly here are the rules and regulations:

• Thank the blog that nominated you.
• Tell us 11 facts about yourself.
• Answer the questions that were set for you to answer.
• Nominate 11 bloggers and set questions for them.

•  I've been told numerous times that I look like an Indian. 
• I'm a research nut.
• Camo, black, and grey are my favorite colors.
• I love mud.
• My dream pickup is a black, jacked up, dual tired Dodge. <3 If that isn't an option then I'd settle for a red and black flatbed pickup.
• I hate shopping, like literally hate it-unless it's TSC. And if you don't know what the abbreviation is, I feel for you. ;)
• I love, adore and otherwise like the smell of horses. I may or may not be known to rub their scent on my clothes just so I can smell it throughout the day. Me? Crazy? Nah!
• According to the Meyers Brigg personality test, I'm a INFJ ( Introverted-Intuitive-Feeling-Judging). And since I've announced that, I'll limit myself to two pictures that best describe me:

 That pretty much sums us up.

•  Silence is one of my favorite things.
• I muchly love swing and English country dancing!
• I want to live in a castle located out in the middle of nowhere.

 Deborah's questions:

If you could have any superpower/ability, what would you choose? (My cruelty knows no bounds. ;))
 The ability to talk to animals/nature.
 Would you mind sharing a snippet of your latest work-in-progress? Do so! (Alternately, tell us a little about what it’s about?)
Oh dear! You do realize I don't even share my writing with extremely close friends, right? Can't believe I'm doing this-but-your wish is my command.
My current (of the many works-in-progress) is a medieval fantasy/adventure novel. Here is a synopsis that I wrote for it during NaNoWriMo:

 Evil is rising up in the land...Two young men's lives will be changed forever when they are thrust into a dark world full of treacherous nobles seeking power by whatever means possible. Framed for a crime they did not commit, they are forced to become wanted outlaws, running for their lives. An adventure full of peril, betrayal, love and a battle for freedom.

  And a couple excerpts from the rough draft that I'm working on at present.

"Dirth! What on earth is the meaning of this? Come man, out with it! Before I give you a second thrashing that you no doubt deserve!  What have they done to you?”

“They’re over reactin’ is all.  All I did was kiss a girl!” Was the reply.

As night fell, Dirth lay in his bed, wrapped in a blanket, peering out at the stars that shimmered in the dark canopy that enveloped the sky. The stars, like bright jewels suspended in the heavens, radiated their brightness like tiny white orbs in the night sky. He breathed in the night air that flowed through the window over his bed, ruffling his dark hair and marking his features in dark shadows. He had always loved the stillness and peace that reigned over the lesser populated land, like theirs, that stood on the outskirts of the village and castle, and offered a quiet homestead, sheltered by the great trees and hills that surrounded them. This is where his heart was, this was home. 

“I know what ye be going through, lad, I do.” He said with sadness in his eyes, the look of a child who had been injured in his childhood and had carried the grief with him through his years, never being able to relieve himself of its mighty burden. “I watched as my brother was torn from my grasp, slaughtered in front of my eyes, as I looked on, unable to do anything but stand there and watch in horror as this grim scene played out before me.” A sigh of remembrance escaped his lips, “Aye, you have not known true helplessness until you have experienced being wholly feeble and unprotected as I was, no one being there to shield me from the world’s wicked black heart that takes delight in all things foul and unwholesome. As a wee child, I was vulnerable to the hatred and deceit that seems to reign in this world, and for many years-before I came to this place-I carried that hatred, fear and loathing for my fellow man with me. It was no small load, I can tell you.” He said with a slight grin before continuing; “But it was then that I found myself; I found myself in the hills, in the mountains that kissed the sky, in the dew dribbled grass of the valleys and meadows that poured into the thick forests. It is from there that I harvest my gratitude, happiness and contentment. Without them, and this raggedly group of scoundrels, who knows where I would be!” He said with a smile to fit his massive being. “So my lad, I learned to take pleasure in the small, unnoticed beauties that are sorely overlooked by this greed and lust filled world; taking joy from nature, the flowers, trees, butterflies-the small beautiful things that you do not appreciate nor miss, until they are gone. It is no different with people, lad. We do not truly know what we had until we’ve lost it. Your father will become a treasured memory, something no one, but yourself, can take away from you. It is something precious; hold it with great value and …” Marek stopped, “My how I’ve been rattling on! You must be getting a mite weak o’er there, best have something to nourish that lean figure of yours before ye keel over, eh?” Marek quickly sprang to his feet, and like a frantic mother tending her young, he set about procuring a meal for Talon, before the latter could offer a single protest.

 

 “...can this outlaw, Conner or whatever his name is, be trusted? He is an outlaw, hunted by the crown.”
“Yes father, he is. But it seems that every noble hearted man in the shire has been driven to such extremities, for they are among those who do not wish to bend and conform themselves to the daily fancies of the rulers of this land. Instead, those who should be praised for their valiant deeds as noble hearted men, are driven into the woods and made to live lives of animals, constantly on the lookout for danger. This is not freedom! This is oppression by a dictatorship that should have been cast aside many years ago for his cruel reign and selfishness!” Talon fumed.

What’s the best book you read recently and why did you like it?

 "The Wild Frontier" by K.M. Rice. I was able to relate to the story and characters, their struggles, their imperfections, and their yearning for a wild frontier.

I had fun with this! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I loved posting it for your viewing pleasure! ;)

 I know I'm leaving some peeps out, I can feel it on m'bones-but these are the only two bloggers I can think of currently, so if your a blogger and would like to do this tag, go for it! And yes, I know everybody says this and nobody ever takes them up on it, but seriously,  if you want to do this tag you have been officially tagged by me, myself and I. Now go do it!!  Shew shew...

Reyna Nicole 

Beth  

 My questions:

• What's the story behind your blog name?
• What do you do when your home alone? Be honest now, what do you really do? ;)
• List some of your favorite smells.
• Favorite food you like to make? Do you have a signature food? (Mine's chocolate chip cookies!)
•  Top three favorite movie soundtracks?
• Describe what your hair looks like. 
• Name several someones from the past (history) that resemble you in personality/character. Tell why.
• Favorite midnight activity? (Come'n now! I know you have one! Mine's scrambling through the house, at night, while everyone else is asleep, at top speed. It's exhilarting! You should try it.)

 Love and Rich Blessings - 

~ Aspen