Thanks, Guys.

So, no one entered our contest. Thanks.

Oh well. YOU GUYS MISSED OUT ON THE AWESOME PRIZES.

Sorry we haven't been blogging lately. Our Olive isn't going to be around as much, some stuff happened that I won't go into detail with, but I think I'll be running the show for a while here now.

We've been busy. School and such. Plus! NaNoWriMo! It's currently day fifteen, at the halfway point! I'm at 16.5k, which is rather far behind. See what missing one day of writing does to you? :(

So after November, I'm sure I'll be posting a lot more, and since I moved, and I found the batteries for my camera, I'll be taking more pictures of new landscape things!

But I've got to go, more writing to do.

P.S., Are you doing NaNo? Leave a comment on how you're doing, what your wordcount is, what you're writing about, etc.

Oh, and if you want to do a guest post about what NaNoWriMo means to you and what your best ways to get through it are, or something like that, email me at random_bloggers43(at)yahoo(dot)com!

Happy Writing!

-Costello

It's that time of year again...

It's almost winter time! Sort of...

First comes fall of course. And with the change of the leaves I bring you a contest. To be more specific a photography contest.

Theme: the best picture you think personifies autumn; trees, people, scarves, pumpkins, ect. and/or anything that presents winter.

Deadline: Halloween (a costume could be an interesting photo), October 31, 2012

Rules: No inappropriate images please, one submission per person, and of course, no images sent after the 31st.

Prize: guest post, a poem, (possibly badly) drawn picture draw by Cossy or me, a short story (written by Cossy or me), a photo of anything you wish (maybe something we've already posted here? We are willing to ship copies of pictures if you are willing), and anything else you wonderful people can think of.

I realize that our last contest kind of...failed. BUT, I think that this one will be more...oh what's the word...better? Eh. Either way, Cossy and I are a bit excited about this, and look forward to what you guys submit! So please, submit away!

-submit to our email - random_bloggers43(at)yahoo(dot)com
-put in the title - October Photo Submission - please.

--Olive--

Poetry!

No, sorry, not my poetry. I don't write poems... >.> Except when I was like seven I wrote a poem about socks. Maybe that'll be revealed later. ;)

No! But today I'm going to share with you lovely people one of my favorite poems, and also because I can't think of anything else to post about. xD

"It was many and many a year ago,

In a kingdom by the sea,

That a maiden there lived whom you may know

By the name of Annabel Lee;

And this maiden she lived with no other thought

Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,

In this kingdom by the sea;

But we loved with a love that was more than love –

I and my Annabel Lee;

With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven

Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,

In this kingdom by the sea,

A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling

My beautiful Annabel Lee;

So that her highborn kinsmen came

And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in a sepulcher,

In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,

Went envying her and me –

Yes! – that was the reason (as all men know,

In this kingdom by the sea)

That the wind came out of the cloud by night,

Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love

Of those who were older than we –

Of many far wiser than we –

And neither the angels in heaven above,

Nor the demons down under the sea,

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side

Of my darling – my darling – my life and my bride,

In the sepulcher there by the sea,

In her tomb by the sounding sea."

Annabel Lee by Edgar Allen Poe

-Costello