HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ITHILWEN!

This is a tribute to my good friend Ithilwen/Pepper.
I love this girl! (even if she is an old fossil *wink wink*)

She is...

Inspiring

Thoughtful

Happy

Instantaneous

Loving

Wonderful

Encouraging

Nuts!!!!!!!

She is also one of the biggest supporters I have for my Elmeria series.

She...

Loves Eristor

Hates Oscariath

Roots for Sienna

Isn't sure about Joran, but thinks she likes him

Likes Tylir

Likes Sahäla

Loves Salebeth

Loved the twins, now hates them (*grins*)

Was very angry at what I did to Malec...

Loves Alec

She is one of the best friends anyone could

ever wish for, and I thank the Lord for her!

Aur onnad meren, mellon-nin! Galu am le, sui annan le cuio!

(Happy day of birth, my friend. Blessings upon you, as long as you live!)

~ Earwen

Some pictures of me and Saerwen that my sister Maralie took...

And my profile picture now is also a picture Maralie took of me! Isn't she great??

I'M HOME!

I'M BACK I'M BACK I'M BACK!!!!!!
Mark my words well, I had a BLAST over at Maralie's.
But it's good to be home, you know?
In the immortal words of Samwise Gamgee, "Well, I'm back."

A day with In Sanity

Greetings, everyone *taps spoon on goblet* Today we have a very special guest, In Sanity.
In Sanity: Hello, everyone.
Me: He has decided to stay with me for an indefinite amount of time.
In Sanity: Yes, I have.
Me: I don't know if I'll be able to survive.
In Sanity: Are you suggesting that coconuts migrate?
Me: Uh... no.
In Sanity: Yes, you were. You said it from your very own nose.
Me: Don't you mean 'mouth'?
In Sanity: No, you're talking through your nose.
Me: I am NOT! How could I, when it's stuffed!?
In Sanity: I don't know, but you're doing it.
Me: Good grief, you're insane.
In Sanity: Quite.
Me: Go away before I insult you a second time.
In Sanity: Why should I? I am insulted quite often.
Me: In the words of Oliver Hardy and Bette Grable (?) I want to be A-lone.
In Sanity: Too bad. Don't you know I don't leave people easily?
Me: People!? I ain't People! I am a shimmering, glowing star in the authoress firmament. It says so. Right there. *points at newspaper thingie*
In Sanity: Nee.
Me: What??
In Sanity: Nee.
Me: OHHHHH... go chop down a tree with a salmon.
In Sanity: HAH. BWAHAH. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!!
Me: Oh good grief...
In Sanity: Unless you're a very odd person, there is no such thing as 'good' grief.
Me: GOOD GRIEF!!!!!!! I AM a very odd person, but... hey, you're right!
In Sanity: I told you so.
Me: Go away. I think being an author induced this.
In Sanity: Most likely. I should know, after all.
Me: Go away and let me chat with Hannah.
In Sanity: Who?
Me: My FRIEND. HANNAH. I'M ON PLAYLIST CHATTING WITH HER. GOOD DAY SIR.

All right. I really don't have to take this sort of abuse.

Hi, everyone. This is Alec.


You know, the one from Earwen's book. Apparently she wasn't allowed

on the laptop because she was sick, so WHAT did she do!? Pulled ME out of thin air and stuck

me down in front of the stupid thing saying "Write. I'll dictate."

What am I, a chopped Neofilian foot!? Anyway - she's watching, so I'd better get on with it.

She says she's still sick, but feeling better, and that her new background is thanks to Olive Tree (whoever that is. A plant made this? I dont' get it... Anyway, it looks cool, so I'm not complaining.)

She says that she is almost done with the second chapter of the book she's caling The Search (you know, the one chronicling our lives? Such as mine? And I'm stuck waiting right there... SHEESH!! Get a move on, Mirriam! Oh, I'm sorry, that's MISS Mirriam to you, right.)

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Mirriam here. Yes, I'm sick, but I'm commandeering the laptop and getting a DIFFERENT author for my post. Alec's just being a brat today... Wait. OH NO.

NO NO NO NO NO.

NOT HIM.

NO WAY.

NUH-UH.

NEVER.

NOT GONNA DO.

*moans*

Come over here..

No, come over here! HERE!! Don't give me that look! I want you to write this post for me.

I'm writing this because I have a sore throat, silly! Sit. Yeah. Like that. And stop looking at me like you want to turn me into cutlets. Thank you.

Uh, okay, everybody, here's Eristor...

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I suppose she wanted me to write this because no one else was available at the moment, but she was right.

I would very much enjoy turning her into chopped liver.

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Hang on a minute. This is Tylir. I WOULD type this up, but I'm busy at the moment.

So Eristor, just type it up. For having never seen a keyboard before, you're a pretty fast typer.

Just get it over with.

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Thank you so much for that piece of advice, Tylir.

I appreciate it.

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Tylir again. Can you sense the sarcasm right there?

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I am NEVER going to get this post done if he doesn't shut up and leave me alone.

The authoress says to tell you that she is supposed to get snow soon, and that it is... frosty outside?

What in Elmeria is the big deal about frost?

She says she wants to switch characters. I agree completely.

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Wow, Mirriam here again. I notice Eristor wasn't exactly reluctant to quit this...
Come here, Sienna, you can finish.
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Hey, everyone! Sienna here!
I'm glad to get a break, because I was stuck trying to explain Joran's appearance to everyone else.
Um... let's see...
News of Elmeria.
There's not much to tell without spoiling the book, really...
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Okay, just say goodnight, Gracie.
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It's MORNING.
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I know. Who's the author here, anyway?
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*sighs* Goodnight.
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