A Good Author

You know, I recently finished a very good series. The series name, you may ask, was the Hunger Games Series. I had already thought that the author, Suzanne Collins, was a brilliant minded individual, but that was increased ten fold when I got to the end of the series.


[Warning, spoiler alert! Please skip the next paragraph if you plan on reading the series at any time]


I had just reached the point in which Prim (the main character's, Katniss, sister and a sweet, wonderful character) was blown up in a explosion that was set up by their own side to get the war to end faster. It wouldn't have been so bad, except for the bombs were dropped into a building full of children and Prim was a medic that rushed in to help. But unfortunately a second wave of bombs finish off the children and the barely thirteen-year-old Prim, a girl that Katniss was dedicated to protecting all throughout the series.


For those who skipped the last paragraph, a main character just died and it was in a very horrible way. I was understandably shocked. I mean, so many of the characters you already thought were safe were killed, this just wasn't expected. For I while I stared blankly at that one point on the page, not willing to take in what I just read. Then finally, I moved on, eyes skimming down the page, taking in only half the words. When I found out that the people thought to be responsible weren't responsible and it was [Warning another spoiler alert, please skip the rest of this sentence] in fact their allies I nearly threw the book at the wall. I was angry. At the author for doing this, at the people in the book, at the world in general. I know it may sound absurd, but apparently (contrary to what I say) I really get involved in books.


When I woke up the next morning, after finishing the book that night, I began to admire the author. Somehow, she managed to evoke feeling that people in person can't get me to show. Nor feel, for that matter. I found myself wishing that I was that good, that somewhere I could make someone sad, angry, or happy for that matter, because of a few well placed words. Suzanne Collins really made me think about writing in a different matter. Instead of just words on paper to entertain people for a while, it could be a heart wrenching moment in which people are dumbfounded because of the feelings they have never felt before.


Yes, yes indeed. You can really tell if the author is a good one if, at the end of the series, you find yourself wishing there was more, or you are angry at them for what they did in said series.


Well... This blog was much deeper then I meant it to be... So, ummm...


Auf Weidersehen...

A Lesson Learned

Hello, people of the internet world, how fair you?


Good? That's good. How am I? Well that's nice of you to ask... I would of told you even if you didn't ask, but it was still kind of you. I'm pretty good... Learned a very valuable lesson about five minutes ago. What was that lesson, you ask? And if you didn't, too freakin' bad. Oh sorry, didn't mean to be rude, let me rephrase that: Well, let me tell you anyway. Happy? Good, I'm not. ;)


Wait, wasn't I about to tell you about my lesson I learned earlier? Wow, you really know how to get me off task, so be quiet for a sec, 'kay?


Anyway, the lesson. So most of you know I'm writing a couple of books, right? One with my friend, the other by myself. Well right now I'm in the process of writing down notes for the characters in the book I'm writing alone.


Oh, one sec... Sorry about that, someone was at the door. It was very rude of them to interrupt me while I'm writing my blog, don't you think so?


Anyway, where was I... Oh, yeah, the character notes for the book I'm writing by myself. Well, that is my least favorite part of writing the book, the character notes. But unfortunately it's needed when writing. Anyway, so I had just finished writing down the notes for three other characters when I decided I should pay the Sandman a visit... That's were I made my fatal mistake. I did not Ctrl-S before I left the computer. I mean, I didn't see the reason, I was gonna continue to work on it tomorrow so why Ctrl-S it? Well, somehow my computer got unplugged and all that work went for a ride down the Great Pearly White One.


As you can imagine that was very frustrating. Now I have to do all that work all over again. But I did learn the lesson... Always Ctrl-S. I mean, come on, look at all the great people in history. Moses Ctrl-S the Jews from slavery. George Washington Ctrl-S all the Americans from a unfair government. And I couldn't Ctrl-S one stupid document! Oh well, it happened... I'll have to do it all again... But, as stated earlier in case you weren't listening, I've learned my lesson. For now on, I'll Ctrl-S!


Anyway, I have to go clean up a but of Dog feces from the front room carpet.


Tchüss.

Pumpkin Carving, An In Depth Anlysis

You know, when you think about it, Pumpkin Carving is grotesque. If you really think about it, Halloween itself is rather grotesque. Fun, but yet grotesque.


I mean, Pumpkin Carving is basically killing a plant, scooping out its guts, cooking them and eating them, then carving a face in the empty husk that use to be a plant. And you don't even use something to numb the pain. It reminds me of the beginning of "Its the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown" (Which is the only part I've seen of that movie) Where that girl and her little brother bring a big pumpkin back to their house and when the sister starts to carve it the little brother looks horrified and says, "You didn't tell me you were gonna kill it!".


I mean, think about it from the pumpkins point of view. This time of year is the worst for it. There are sudden disappearances. It's probably like an alien abductions. The pumpkins that are too small and returned instead of carved tell all the other pumpkins that there were these ugly humanoid creatures that took them and some others and massacred the others.


All the other pumpkins would be in a panic, world wide chaos in the pumpkin world.


Then there's the actual holiday of Halloween, were we encourage kids to dress up as murderers, witches, and monsters. When you really think about it, its rather wrong.


But that doesn't stop me (the ultimate optimist) from seeing the good side of Halloween. Staying out late with your friends, getting candy, and scaring little children... That's what Halloween is really about. Except, scaring little kids isn't fun unless you get their candy in the mean time. Scare 'em to the point that they drop their candy and run. That's what it's all about.



BOO! Scared you didn't I? I did, well, I can see your getting angry, I should probably leave...


Card Kid out! Peace!

Sage... Your such a Card.

Hey everyone... Or no one... Whatever, I'm still gonna write. And there ain't nothing you can do about it... Ya, ya I know; "ain't" isn't a word. Ah, well. I won't use it again... But there ain't no promises.



So if your wondering about all these weird titles such as 'A Very "Sage" Blog', or 'Sage, your such a Card'. Well, it all has to do with my name; Sage Card. I know, its cheesy.



Well, anyway, for all those who care (and those who don't) I just finished dinner, and I came to a sudden realization. The second-born's are the luckiest. They get free combat training. Just picture it, a guy is walking down alley and a mugger tries to smash his head in with a bottle. The second-born guy jumps back, lightning fast, and turns around to run.



Of course, as soon as he was hit he'd fall on the ground crying like he was shot...



Wow... I just realized how very pointless this blog/post really is... Oh well, its fun to write.



Hey, you know what's cool? I just finished drawing the schematics for the school, ships and other buildings that are involved in my book. I'm writing two now. One I still haven't decided on a title, the other is one I'm writing with my friend. That's called Warrior at Fifteen. The one-with-no-title has four pages of notes... And thats just one characters background.



Speaking of background, I'm going to Desert Star Theatre in SLC. Now, you may ask, "What's Desert Star Theatre" Or "What does that have to do with backgrounds?" You may not. But the answers are such: Desert Star Theatre is a playhouse that does spoofs of several famous movies and series. The next answer is that I needed a way to get from books to drama... So I just made up a way.



I know, I know, I'm a dork/idiot/moron/what-ever-else-you-can-think-of-at-the-moment. But I don't care, this is a good way to work on my writing and a good ways to relieve stress. You can think whatever you want of this, if you don't like it, don't read it.



So, Card signing off. Until a later date earthlings.