A Longing

Hello Readers,

I think, for me, as someone who's never lived somewhere for more that four years of her life, I understand even more clearly what it's like to not belong.

To stick out.

I've been sticking out all my life. In other cultures, I stick out easily. When I come back, I stick out because I've been impacted by these cultures, by what I've learned, by the way I've grown up. I just generally don't belong in a place, with people.

I don't have a "group". I get along easily with people, I can relate to many things. But I feel like, sometimes, just... a little lonely.

Little out of place.

Little homesick.

For a place I've never been.

For people I've never met.

For noises I've never heard and things I've never touched.

Christians as a general rule are supposed to feel this. But when you live in the same house all your life, grow up with the same people, marry someone you know inside and out and have for your whole existence on this planet, you kind of forget just who we are.

We are a peculiar people.

We don't belong here. We're just visiting, we're just here for a small while, and then we're going to go home. See our Father again.

And it's really easy for people to forget that. Feel comfortable.

But I've been living with it my whole life. This constant ebbing for a place, a home, somewhere I've never been. Because no place I go ever satisfies me completely, no place is as like home as I remembered it in my mind. But sometimes the ache is quieter, calmer, not as strong. And that's when I'm with people who I know are going to be going back Home with me. But sometimes I feel...

A heartache for someone I've never seen.

A longing for somewhere I've never been.

Wanting to feel things I've never felt.

This is who I am.

~Rubix

And...Another New Novel. Again!

Heya Readers,

Now I know what you're thinking... "Oh no, another novel." "She's never gonna finish this one." "What is she thinking?" "FINISH PROJECT MIMICRY, YOU DOLT!"
 Well....

^Bearer of BAD NEWS D:

Bad News: I don't know if I'll ever finish/write Project Mimicry O-o

^Bearer of Good News :D

Good News: I have a new novel that I'm really, really, reeaaallllyyy excited about!


Yes, me too, Minion. I am also jumping in my seat. Yes.

Okay, okay, now you're wondering when I'll stop being funny and putting odd gifs on here and get to what the story is about, don't you?

I'm glad you asked. The title of my newest endeavor is...

THE PUPPETEER'S CORRESPONDENCE.

Sorry, I didn't mean to shout it... O_______O I apologize. 

The Puppeteer's Correspondence is my first try at a mystery. A murder mystery, in fact. I am normally a "pantser" but this NaNoWriMo I am trying to plan this book out a little more. For most of my books, I start out with a bunch of characters. 

Like these: 

Or these:

And then I usually throw a little setting in. Like this:

Or... maybe this?

Or, how about this one?

And then, I throw my nice little characters into the nice little setting, and add some problems and a pinch of desperation and hope that something decent might happen. And if we actually get a plot (wonder of all wonders) along the way, that would be just splenderifous!

But...

NO. 

Not this time. This time, I am... *whispers* planning. 

I am plotting.

Not just a nice little setting with some nice little characters. No, oh, noooooooo. I am plotting. I am putting plot twists in this book before I even know what the name of my characters are!

Sometimes I shock myself, you know?

Anyways. I will be back with you on more with this book laaaateerrr!

Hope to see you 'round!

~Rubix of the Cube

Hello Readers,

Sorry it's been so long. I have been so busy. As some of you may know, I am back in the States for three months. I have been all over the place for the past three weeks or so, and haven't had the inspiration to crank out a blog post. So we'll see how this one goes.

I am currently sitting in a leather brown recliner (huge, by the way) and there's a football game playing in front of me. I think the Packers are winning. There are six boys in this house under the age of eleven. And one girl that is eight.

And there's me and my aunt and uncle, (parents are at a conference for a couple days). So as you can imagine, the house is just crazy.


















Couldn't have said it better myself.

Anyways, it's a lot of fun though :)



So yea, this has been my past week... I will write more tomorrow or the day after, cause I have to go to bed now :)

~Rubix