To Everyone On This October 31st

Have a great All Hallows' Eve!

-----The Golden Eagle

Happy Halloween!

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Whether you're going trick-or-treating or no, I hope you all have a great October 31st!

And to the fellow NaNoWriMo participants out there: GOOD LUCK.


-----The Golden Eagle

Halloween Hop!

This bloghop is hosted by Jeremy Bates.

About:


1) Add your blog to the list below. (See linky list on Jeremy's site)
2) Over the Halloween weekend (October 28-31) visit as many of the other blogs listed below as you wish.
3) Be sure to mention your favorite monster movie or book and your Halloween costume this year.
4) If you like the blog, follow it!
5) Grab the badge here and stick it on your blog for a few weeks to spread the word! (If you scratch it, it smells like pumpkin).


My answers:


Favorite monster book: I don't actually read that many monster books; they aren't my forte, though I don't mind a few of them here and there. So if I had to pick . . . Sense and Sensibility and Sea Monsters by Jane Austen and Ben H. Winters.

(Ahem. I love Quirk Books . . .)

EDIT: I just remembered Rick Yancey's Monstrumologist series. Excellent, chilling books, those.


Costume: Not dressing up for Halloween this time around. I haven't in years. :P

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What's your favorite monster movie or book? Are you dressing up this year, and if so, what as?


-----The Golden Eagle

Happy Halloween! (Plus: NaBloWriMo, NaNoWriMo, And Random)

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Hallowe'en. All Hallows Eve. Whatever you'd like to call it, today's the day! Have fun trick-or-treating, partying, whatever. :)

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Today is also the last day of NaBloWriMo! I have posted at least once every day for the entire month of October! Even more reason to celebrate.

But, if you're like me and have participated in NaBloWriMo, don't do party too hard! Because tomorrow is *drumroll*dramatic display* NaNoWriMo!


I know that I've said several times that I wasn't planning on doing this event. For many reasons, I told myself. It wouldn't be good for my novel, I said. It would be better to edit, I thought. I don't think word-vomiting all over my document would be a really great idea, I consoled myself.

*sighs* EXCUSES. But you know what? I've decided to change that. Because of a lot of factors. So, basically, I am going to be doing NaNoWriMo!

(If you don't know what NaNoWriMo is by now, I'm seriously going to question where you've been for the past month.)

I'm kind of pushing the deadline to sign up here, but I did sign up to do it! This will be my first year. But hey, I wrote 40,000 words last month, so it's just 10,000 more than that. So, the thing on my mind right now is, I am going to kill this challenge with everything I've got.

Here's the link to My Profile. Buddy me, if you've got an account. (I can't find a lot of you, because there's no "search" for the profiles or anything like that.) At first I wasn't sure about linking to it, but I managed to disable the Home Region thing, which would basically tell you where I live. Boo. I didn't want to do that.

I'll update you guys over there and on this blog with one of those word count widget-y things. I think I'll use the potato man one:

Anywho. Just get geared up for the absolute writing frenzy--it's 50,000 words, after all!

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Interesting, because they don't come around here often, but I saw a bald eagle yesterday! Just perched. It was sort of far away, but I could see the characteristic white head and dark brown body. It would be nice if it stuck around . . . but I doubt that.

Ever seen one?


It was snowing a few days ago. SNOWING. It just wet the sidewalk a little, but it's c-c-c-o-o-l-d-e-r than usual now. Even for the beginning of November, people are not usually shivering in a winter coat. It's supposed to get colder and stay that way for a while, too.


Have a great Halloween, all!


-----The Golden Eagle

Halloween Haunting at Substitute Teacher's Saga!

Theresa Milstein at Substitute Teacher's Saga is hosting a Halloween Haunting!

The rules? Comment with answers to the questions in her post, and "haunt" at least three other bloggers who commented. Make new blogger friends, follow, be followed, find others who share your interests!

-----The Golden Eagle

Halloween Party 2010

Today is the day of N. R. Williams's Halloween Party 2010!

Now, for this, you have to post your trick, your treat, and your costume. Be sure to check out the other entries!

Me being who I am, I actually wrote a short piece, and here it is:

Transition into the virtual world is easy; I land perfectly on both feet, twirl once, then take note of my surroundings.

   I’m in a forest—that much is obvious. The trees around me are half-bare, their light brown and gray branches reaching up for the sky, as if by letting go of their leaves they wish to transcend the world they currently inhabit.

   Orange and yellow leaves coat the ground, and as I move, they crunch and break. It’s a pleasant sound, and I wade around a little, enjoying my time here.

   But this wasn’t my real purpose. I didn’t come just to enjoy the fall season, although the idea of tramping through these woods definitely appeals. I pick up the package I’d brought with me, and sling it over by back.

   I crunch more leaves as I walk down a path, a crooked wooden sign pointing the way to:

   The Haunted Inn.

   Gleeful shivers run up my spine when I see those words, and I smile just as crookedly as the sign.

   My costume for Nancy’s Halloween Party (you really must give her a hand at this wonderful idea!) is a phoenix. It’s a dress of sorts—the skirt flows to the ground and is orange like the leaves; the bodice is yellow and the sleeves are bright red. They hang down like wings, covered in elegant feathers. On my forehead is a long plume that rises up a little, then sweeps down. My solid black hair is loose with tiny braids woven into it.

   The Haunted Inn is ahead. I grin again, and start running, loving the feel of the wind against my face and my costumes sweeps a trail through the leaves. They fly up behind me and I create a miniature whirlwind of phoenix, feathers, and leaves.

   I want to laugh, but tamp it down and instead avoid ramming into another arriving guest. He turns and looks at me, and I smile in return. I don’t know who it is, but he looks vaguely familiar. Perhaps I follow his blog.

   Nancy is at the door. I give her a hug and compliment her costume—it really is fantastic.

   I look around The Haunted Inn, trying to see it in all its dilapidated glory. It’s a wonderful place, despite the ghost stories that originated within its old, ancient doors.

   But before entering the hall beyond, I hand Nancy the pack that I’d been carrying. My treat for the Halloween Party is a bag of goodies—chocolate, licorice, everything that people associate with Halloween.

   I walk inside the hall beyond the entryway, and I am immediately hit with the number of costumes. People are dancing to spooky music, laughing, talking, eating candy, drinking some bright orange and black drinks. A robotic waiter cruises over and offers me one of the drinks; I take it hesitantly and sniff it.

   Ah. It’s just some crazily dyed punch—and it’s not spiked with anything, except the dye. I drink some of it and look for someplace to set up my trick.

   I spot some bloggers I know talking and dancing. I grin and wave at them, then turn to set up the trick. Sliding through the guests, I duck past some awesome costumes and finally reach a secluded section of the room. I pull out a small device from my sleeve—loose clothes have many advantages—and place it gently on the floor. Nearby is a decorated circuit breaker, covered in festive ribbons to hide its stark and almost ugly appearance.

   Moments later, the lights flicker. No one really notices, and many keep dancing. I drink more of the punch and watch as they flicker again.

   People are noticing now.

   I slink over to a stairway and jog up them to the second floor, up to the overhanging balcony where I can watch more closely.

   The lights flicker again, stay on for a moment, and then they go out completely. The only thing keeping a dim light in the room are the candles—I’m next to one and I lean in, the orange flame reflecting off my costume of the same color.

   Something white and eerie eases out of the corner where I placed the projector. It soars up and another appears behind it. They begin to whirl and spin above the guests’ heads, and they are suddenly in consternation, asking what’s happening, whispering, making exclamations.

   More forms appear above. Now it’s obvious what they are—witches, ghosts, skeletons, and there are a few bubbling cauldrons. They twirl and spin in a spooky dance, and I’m glad for the music still playing, because it compliments the show quite perfectly.

   Then they begin to disappear. The cauldrons dance a wobble a few more times, then vanish completely without a sound. The witches soar up through the ceiling and disappear. The ghosts dance a little longer, seemingly oblivious to their disappearing counterparts, and the skeletons continue to move about. Then they, too, dissipate.

   The ghosts seem to exchange nods before floating down back toward the projector, sliding back to where they came from. The lights begin to return in flashes, until the place is fully lit again, the orange and black theme back in full relief.

   The guests are talking to each other, wondering what just happened, and watch from my perch on the balcony.

   I decide to go down and join in on all the fun.

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BOO!

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{All images were found online and I do not own/claim anything.}


-----The Golden Eagle