My dear companions, I'm delighted to share with you my new Youtube account, complete with two videos filmed inside the Three Broomsticks at the Harry Potter Theme Park in Orlando, Florida!
If you'd like to visit the Youtube channel itself, go here: http://www.youtube.com/user/RoseBrazeale
I plan on sharing footage of all sorts of things with you all, mostly of things related to my published works, but probably of all sorts of book-related things. I also have plenty of photos to share with you of the Harry Potter Theme Park, so stay tuned!
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Friday, August 6, 2010
Checkpoint Number 2
Greetings! It's probably time to set up camp and rest before we take the next steps in our journey to the Land of Published Authors. Why don't you dig out your rations while I start the fire, and we can tell each other stories before we lay our heads down for sleep?
Hm? What's that? What have I done since our last talk? Well, after receiving a few more rejections and sending out even more query letters, I got an e-mail from a literary agent requesting to see more of my book! I have more hope now, though I keep in mind that I shouldn't get my hopes up too much. However, I see no reason why I should suspect the worst! An adventurer never gets anywhere if he or she fears every mysterious turn in the woods!
Aside from that, I don't have much to tell you. But there is something I'd like to share with you!
I'm not a poet, but I tried my hand at writing a Shakespearean sonnet back in 2009, on April 29th. I wrote it a day or two after watching an episode of Animal Planet's Animal Witness, a program that told crime stories involving animals in some way. The episode I had watched involved the illegal slaughtering of tigers and leopards and the selling of their parts.
Hm? What's that? What have I done since our last talk? Well, after receiving a few more rejections and sending out even more query letters, I got an e-mail from a literary agent requesting to see more of my book! I have more hope now, though I keep in mind that I shouldn't get my hopes up too much. However, I see no reason why I should suspect the worst! An adventurer never gets anywhere if he or she fears every mysterious turn in the woods!
Aside from that, I don't have much to tell you. But there is something I'd like to share with you!
I'm not a poet, but I tried my hand at writing a Shakespearean sonnet back in 2009, on April 29th. I wrote it a day or two after watching an episode of Animal Planet's Animal Witness, a program that told crime stories involving animals in some way. The episode I had watched involved the illegal slaughtering of tigers and leopards and the selling of their parts.
Endangered Species
Sleeky black on orange coat
Clothing powerful muscles and strong bones
Pacing back and forth like it's rote.
With its footsteps, the truck moans.
The tiger knows not its destination.
The tiger knows not the strange black tube.
Bang! and begins the desperation.
Bang! and begins the practice of evil, of lewd.
The skull and coat are sold,
The meat is pawned to oversea.
The eyes in the stuffed body are cold,
Unable to cry, unable to see.
The Bengal tiger is gone,
And the human heart exist none.
Sleeky black on orange coat
Clothing powerful muscles and strong bones
Pacing back and forth like it's rote.
With its footsteps, the truck moans.
The tiger knows not its destination.
The tiger knows not the strange black tube.
Bang! and begins the desperation.
Bang! and begins the practice of evil, of lewd.
The skull and coat are sold,
The meat is pawned to oversea.
The eyes in the stuffed body are cold,
Unable to cry, unable to see.
The Bengal tiger is gone,
And the human heart exist none.
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