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Colors_of_the_Wind
Over 90 days ago
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My characters usually have some bit of me in them even if their personal stories aren't at all similar to mine, so I definitely empathize with them.

Other feelings...
I feel hatred towards the ones that hurt my main characters
I want to just hug and love Philena, Adam, Mistyria/Nymia, and Meghan

In order to write from the point of view of my character or know how they'll react to whatever I throw at them, I must dive in and... almost be them, completely. At least while I am writing them. That can get extremely difficult, and, especially with Philena, I end up pulling back and leaving to do something else quite often- or, I did. I've learned how to feel what they feel deeply, but not do so at the same time (confusing, eh? It's okay, I'm a confusing person).

Getting into the character so well (or I think I do it well, what do you think?) definitely has you feeling something for them, I'd call any writer sane if they didn't feel anything.
I'd say neither- somewhere in the middle is better than both.

This one's gonna suck, but... favorite frozen treat and its flavor if it has one?
I guess... pecan pie 'cause I don't know what malva pudding is.

lemon meringue pie or strawberry cake (made from scratch) with a chocolate glaze?
May I have both?

But if I must choose, pie, because flowers die and pie gets eaten. 'Tis more useful- 'tis food! biggrin

Vanilla Coke or Cherry Coke?
(And if you don't like Coke or whatever... Coke or Pepsi?)
My mom calling from the other room that there's someone on the phone- that someone being the manager at some such place, saying I got the job ^.^
Fireworks being fired off too soon... idiots, wasting stuff they could set off when the sky's pitch black tonight.

and

Swanheart by Nightwish
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Yes, I meant Bob Seger. I always misspell his name!

Crazy Little Thing Called Love - Queen
100 Maniacs (though, we're just two of them, right?) - Psyko Dalek
A Dangerous Meeting - Mercyful Fate (yes, proper spelling. I've no idea why they misspelled it, probably lost in translation from Danish to English)

Finally...

All My Love - Led Zeppelin

In my head.


<3
Lol, I can't- mom grew up listening to him and has his CD so I know his last name by heart ^.^

Swanheart by Nightwish
Little More Country Than That by Easton Corbin
Scars and Still Breathing by Allison Iraheta
and
Wrapped in your Arms by Fireflight

in my head.
maser - serum

(that's a word right? I think it is... my brain's all everywhere and knowing words I don't use daily isn't one of the places)
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Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun in my head - Pink Floyd
Be My Friend in my head - Free
C'est La Vie in my head - both Bob Seeger and embarrassingly B*witched versions. Kill me now!


Hold Me by Maria Mena
I Cross My Heart by George Strait
D is for Dangerous and No One Else by Allison Iraheta
and
Yours to Hold by Skillet

in my head.


BTW: do you mean Bob Seger? Ya got one extra "e" in there. ^.^
I'm never going to look at peaches the same way again... if they are white peaches, then peaches, if not then nectarines ^.^

Hm... heck, I don't know... the Brain?

art: abstract or period?
The sound of me crackling and keeling over, because, like the flowers outside, I NEED MY RAIN!

and...

Equilibrium by Tristania
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I always mistype "and" as "abd".


and sometimes as "abs" if you are really out of it ^.^


Yup, my fingers get a little wild at times, such a silly Kitty, I am =^.^=


Very, but I love ya heart ^.^


Over the Hills and Far Away by Nightwish:
They came for him one winter's night.
Arrested, he was bound.
They said there'd been a robbery,
his pistol had been found.

They marched to the station house,
he waited for the dawn.
And as they led him to the dock,
he knew that he'd been wrong.
"You stand accused of robbery,"
he heard the bailiff say.
He knew without an alibi,
tomorrow's light would mourn his freedom.

Over the hills and far away,
for ten long years he'll count the days.
Over the mountains and the seas,
a prisoner's life for him there'll be.

He knew that it would cost him dear,
but yet he dare not say.
Where he had been that fateful night,
a secret it must stay.
He had to fight back tears of rage.
His heart beats like a drum.
For with the wife of his best friend,
he spent his final night of freedom.

Over the hills and far away,
he swears he will return one day.
Far from the mountains and the seas,
back in her arms he swears he'll be.
Over the hills and far away.

Over the hills and,
over the hills and,
over the hills and far away.

Each night within his prison cell,
he looks out through the bars.
He reads the letters that she wrote.
One day he'll know the taste of freedom.

Over the hills and far away,
she prays he will return one day.
As sure as the rivers reach the seas,
back in his arms she swears she'll be.

Over the hills and far away,
he swears he will return one day.
Far from the mountains and the seas,
back in her arms he swears he'll be.

Over the hills and far away,
she prays he will return one day.
As sure as the rivers reach the seas,
back in his arms is where she'll be.

Over the hills,
over the hills and far away.

Over the hills,
over the hills and far away.