Yay, It's raining!

Yeah, it is raining outside, which makes me kinda happy. I like to listen to the rain, and the thunder shake the walls of my house. Then I curl up with a book in my basement, or like right now, pray the power doesn't cut out and do stuff on my computer.

And speaking of reading, I went to the library before it started raining and got myself books. Usually, I'd get a bunch of manga, (Artemis: It's her book obsession: Last time it was mysteries.) sure, but today I couldn't find any interesting, so I got a bunch of books on writing books. The one I have right now is The Writer's Book of Hope: Getting from Frustration to Publication by Ralph Keyes. I like it, it tells me it's okay to be anxious, frustrated and in despair, in fact they are expected in writers. I'm just waiting for the part that tells me creating alter egos is good too.

Either way, I advise it to any of my friends, especially if they don't have anything better to read.

(Vervada: Now, for story time! ) (Artemis: So, our narrator had flown for the first time andwas just captured by a what he calls a tall strange bird.) If you couldn't figure it out, it's a smuggler. (Vervada: If you can't figure THAT out, you're a lost cause.) Don't discourage the reader! Okay, story time.

I clung to Rubytail for comfort. Never in my short life have I been so scared. Rubytail was very restless. I fear he will be one of the many who die here, but I try not to think of that. I had molted two days (Was it, I could not tell in the eternally dark place) ago so I had very little feathers to pluck. Everybird was very quiet, and the the nest was constantly moving under our claws, as if the tree was angry to have us on it. We were terrified and most of the birds alive had no teathers anywhere. At one point I decided it would be better to sleep through the nightmare. So I slept and dreamt of Ashwing and my friends, huddled, mourning. My heart broke at the thought of what my mother must be feeling.

When I woke it was white everywhere. "Good, this one's alive, too. He's a beautiful catch, a Blue-headed Pinous, not that common a catch." It was a tall bird again, just like the one I saw before, but white instead of green. It chirped, but I didn't understand what she said. I stood up and and took off, trying to get away from the cursed bird, but I only got a few bird lengths before falling, unable to fly. I squawked in surprise and indignity "What did you do to my wings?" But all it did was wrap its wings around me and dump me into another nest. Its feathers were nothing like my feathers, I don't think it was even a bird. My mind struggled to figure what it really was. Then I noticed the nest, stranger than the first one. It was white and had brances inside it and was made of a hard material I didn't recognize. And a brightly colored thing, I reached over and pecked at it, it tinkled at me. What a curious, strange bird, I pecked him again. Tinkle. "So what do you want for him?" A new bird walked in. He had a red body and blue legs. The white bird molted its white feathers into yellow ones. How strang this place is, tinkling things and molting into different feathers immediately. "I can't take him, I already have five of your stolen birds, and I don't need another."

And that's it! This is as far as the little portion from the magazine goes. AND I EXPECT COMMENTS! I feel very lonely here in Blog-land. Sure, I have my alter egos, but I need reassurance!