OMG, how can someone use 3000+ minuites on a cell phone. Running the bill up to $600.00 plus dollars. OMG! And to top it off WE have to pay the damn bill!

Had my first OB appointment today. All is well. I'll have the first baby picture up as soon as I get a chance to scan it in. We are due on March 30th, the ultra-sound confirmed it.

Looking forward to the new little one, even the challenge it's going to present. It's all going to be fine.

My writing journal theme is done. Now I only have one page to write, more or less tweak it so that I can get it working with my mountain theme. But that shouldn't be overly hard to do, just have to get around to do it it then link it in.

I might have a potential client. A friend from DAoc asked me how much a site would cost for his girlfriends graphic design business. I gave him a run down of what I would charge and we'll see what happens with it.

My Journal is themed out now. It's a bit dark but I like the look and feel of it. I love the candles. I wish fixed positioning would work in IE so that I could do some other cool things. I might see about doing some stuff in that upper right corner to make it look less black. But all is good.

My Journal. Only one more design to do and one page to write.

Her's a list of several writing exercises on the internet that might inspire something for Dragonmount's Anthology.

Write a story in which a character feels justified in taking an action that would be considered immoral or unethical.

Write a story in which one of the characters must leave a comfortable place indoors and go out into a raging storm.

Write a short story or poem that includes a duck, a skyscraper and an athletic event.

Create a character and give them a family tree. Go all out, give them eccentric ancestors: world travelers, horse traders, mad scientists, whatever your creative bent comes up with. Don't forget the dates for birth, marriages and deaths - drag out all the skeletons in the closet.

Design a game. If you can draw add those too. But, game design starts with an idea and a story or plot to focus all the characters and play on. What kind of game would yours be: strategy, racing, role playing...?

Write about something you lost. Give it an adventure, what happened to it after you lost it?

Randomly pick two ads from the personals in your local newspaper. Give them a story, does it all work out or is it a complete disaster right from the start?

In honor of this week's return of Superman, create a villain with super powers. What's his/her backstory? Why did he/she choose evil over good?

Write a news story based on this headline: Magician Defies Odds and Escapes From Local Prison.

It's your main character's wedding day, when something goes terribly wrong. Write a short-short story about what happens.

Due to the raven that follows him wherever he goes, a young man is convinced that something terrible is about to happen.

A man takes lunch to his wife's office, where he's told that she hasn't worked there in weeks.

Your pet goat is missing. There are eight likely, yet extremely different, suspects. Describe each suspect in detail, his motive and how the "goatnapping"? occurred.

Write a story to include, “Sorry, we can’t insure you for a journey like that.”

Think about a skeleton in your family closet. Use that shady character in a short story.

Imagine you wake up one morning with a key clasped tightly in your hand. How did this key come to be in your possession? More important, what does it unlock?

It’s 3 a.m. You hear a bang outside and then glass break. Write the story.

Write a story where the characters are trying to find something. Their quest can be for an object, artifact or something intangible, such as self-acceptance.

Try writing a short mystery story. Create a detective as your main character and relay the story from her point of view.

You’re inside an elevator and the doors won’t open. What’s worse, you’re claustrophobic. Write this story.

Challenge yourself to write a riveting tale that takes place within the confines of one hour.

Take a poem, and turn it into a short story. Or take a story, and turn it into a poem.

Your character has been kidnapped and is being held in a small room. Describe how he gets out using any of the following items found in the room: a black plastic comb, a stone, a rusty nail or a beer bottle cap.

I didn't make alot of changes to the photo gallery, but I made it look more me. And now there are links back to all the right pages.

My Photo Gallery - If you would like to see more baby pictures then please send me an email and I'll see what I can do (or comment to the post).

It's not so clean as I'd like but that's what you get when you work with a third party solution. But hey. Now it's nice and fast and only takes a while when there is a new feed to display. Yay!

For those that are wondering on my choices of feeds to display, most of them are web design oriented, except for DM and the Hearld. Three are designer blogs I read whenever I see new ones, and the other two are friends who do design for a living, there blogs may not be design oriented but there neither are the other three lol. But they do have some stuff every so often hehe.

Welp, the feed list is gonna go bye-bye unless I can find a script that doesn't lock down the load time of the page and make it not display at all. So until furthur notice it's gone bye bye.

One thing I hate most is lying. It's really beginning to get on my nerves. But then alot of things are beginning to get on my nerves lately.

**/// Edited by the OS Dijinii ///**

I hope it gets better and the respect for the house is taken seriously particularly after I get each and every room spic and span and baby-proofed. I'm tired of finding things in Kathleen's hands that shouldn't be there. This means that we have to watch Diamond alot more carefully and not let her get a hold of bottles and bottle caps. The last thing we need is for the baby to choke on a cap.

On a good note, I'm making plans to turn our former library/former dinning room into a play room for the kiddies. The bedroom that's closest to our room isn't big enough for two beds, dressers AND toys, so we are discussing closing off that room with a half wall and door, moving the door to the spare room/the boy's soon to be room to the living room and closing off the other door. I'm thinking of painting the room that was green *pouts* (I have to lose my green room, it's my favorite, but the installation of sheet rock in that room means we have to repaint.) a new fresh color, a sky blue with maybe some clouds floating around it. Maybe a cool ceiling fan and a if I can talk Shea into it maybe painting the ceiling the same color. Add some colorful ballons and stuff too. I think it could be a fun play room. We'll have cable in there so the kids will have a TV too. We'll need to find a corner mount to hold up a TV but I think that it'll be the perfect place for the kids to hang out. We can watch TV or be in the kitchen hear them and see them for the most part. A perfect solution for the step down. Shea said we could put a sign on it that said "Mommy's Jail". I dunno if that means I'm gonna lock my self in it or if I lock the kids in it, hehe.

I'm looking forward to having this baby. And for having my house finished. It's getting real cramped in our house right now. Three adults and a baby in three rooms, one that has three desks in it and a play pen. It's a bit crowded. However I did clean our bed room and put away some of the toys Kathleen is too big for or doesn't use much, and there is so much more room. We now have one baby safe room, if we turn off the box fan on the floor. You still have to watch her because she tries pulling on cords that I can't do much with right now, or using the tower fan to try and stand up on. But it's a lot less crowded now yay!

I think we've settled on a few things about this new baby. One, that it's probably our last one. Two are the names. If it's a boy, Samson Paul Wilkerson, and if it's a girl, Samantha Michelle Wilkerson. The girls middle name isn't for sure, but Shea said then she could have the SMW initials like he and his son have. So I think that was a yes lol.

I got something working that I like. It's different and helpful to me all at the same time. I have one little addition I want to make to it but that's not a big deal. But the design itself is set. Yay!

My Home Page

I'm putting default themes on the other pages until I get designs I like for them.

I think it's time to start dealing 100% with my family. In March I'm going to have my hands full with two youngins and I'm not going to gurantee anyone I have time to do tech stuff even on a minimal basis. My first resignation will be for Dragonmount proper. And I will tell Jason in the near future that I'm done, family obligations and such. The Warders will come next but I have a site to redesign for them so that is something I want to have done before hand. This site redesign will help them mantain it with out having to know any programming or html. That has been my plan for a while. I mostly just need to work on the template and then it's done, I need to get that done before it's too late. And then the hardest one to break from will be Shayol Ghul. Though once they get the proper 'training' they'll be fine and self maintaining like the Warders.

This new baby has been the deciding factor in my decision. I have been thinking about it for some time. I will maintain any of the sites I host and can probably maintain SG and the Warders from a patch point of view.

I'm not going anywhere in DM, just going to vacate all my top positions because I want to focus my time and engery on my family. My lovely growing family. I'm excited and scared at the same time. But plans are starting to form!

You'd think this would be expected but when you are me it's not. An irregular cycle tends to bode bad for predicitability.

In June Shea and I decided that we would begin to try again for another baby. So I went off the pill. Tomorrow I will be 2 weeks late. I chalked this up to my irregular cycle taking hold again. But yesterday to ease my mind I bought a pregnancy test. Took it last night because I couldn't sleep. (Not cause of this but because I just wasn't tired.) It said positive. Went to the OB/GYN today and it tested positive there as well.

Looks like we'll be expecting a youngin March 30, 2007.

I'm happy and scared both at the same time. I'm happy I'm pregnant and scared that it's too early for another one. I actually like the fact that they will be closer in age. And if I remember correctly they MIGHT end up being in the same "class" at school. With only a year and three months between the two kids and Kathleen having a late birthday where school starting cut off is in September here in Mississppi. I think, I'll have to ask Shea. Not sure them being in the same class will be a good thing or not but we'll deal with that in 5 years lol

I guess one thing that really didn't make sense about the whole postive pregnancy is that I don't have any morning sickness. Last time I was two days late and had been sick before that. I didn't think it was morning sickness at thet time but after confirmation it was apparent it was. My stomach is upset now, but that's nerves. I've been awake most of the night worrying over the little things in life.

This should not affect our travel plans for Christmas. Most airlines I think tell you not to fly after 32 weeks. But I beleive it's safe up to 36 weeks. I fall a few weeks before that around 27 weeks. So barring bed rest I should be able to make plans to visit my parents at Christmas. I'm keeping my fingers crossed though, I really want to go home for a little while.

It's been a busy day for me and it's not even noon yet. First doctors appointment is on the 22nd.

Well I tried it. Small RPGs just don't catch my attention and not knowing anyone well it's kinda not good either. I've decided it's best to cut my losses before I make too many friends. So long Havestmoon.

I also am not reall keen on the new management since it appears Tanya left the game. *sigh* oh well.

I'm so bored with my desgin. I need something new, but anything I've come up with is just the same old boring design. Header side bar content and footer. Nothing exceptional. I need some inspriataion!

Okay I just found out like my whole family in Edmeston uses myspace and I didn't even know it. Oiy talk about going through their profiles and checking things out. I've now got a serious longing for home *sighs* oh well. Life goes on. I really miss my family and wish we could be closer in distance. I don't think I've talked to any of them in over a year some even two, now that's just sad. I hope to make that change but with the baby it's real hard to do much of anything.

Alicatia Sunoma
Ajah: Gray - Aspiring Black
Nationality: Far Madding
Age: 54

Description: Alicatia is 5 feet 6 inches tall. She weights approximately 115 pounds and is of a slender build. She has long straight fiery red hair down to her waist and emerald green eyes. Alicatia has picture perfect skin and has a tendacy to freak out when even a small blemish appears on her body. Her obsession extends to hiding in her room until it is gone. Unlike her skin, Alicatias attitude is not picture perfect, she despises what she is and has become but cannot change that fact and can never go home.

History:

Before the Tower

Alicatia Sunoma was born in Far Madding. Her mother was very prominent in their social circle and men listened to her when she commanded. Alicatia was learning well from her mother and the younger boys would run away when the green eyed monster approached, a name they called Alicatia for her not-so-nice attitude towards them. She was ever so commanding as a child, much like her mother, and few men came to court her when she was of age. One man did however. Alister Fregure was a small man who enjoyed Alicatia’s looks enough to submit to her commanding authority in all things. Alicatia enjoyed his company and they were planning to wed a day after Alicatia's eighteenth birthday.

As a pre-wedding present Alicatia’s mother took her to Camerlyn to buy a foreign wedding dress in person. There the women ran into an Aes Sedai. Alicatia’s mothers fondness for women who can channel was extrodinarily negative, but this dislike was overcome in order to find out if her daughter could channel. That was one of the worst things that could happen.

The Aes Sedai tested Alicatia and told her mother the horrid news. She could be taught to channel. That was the end of everything, Alicatia was sent packing with the Aes Sedai and shunned from her family. Alicatia’s mother would return, and tell the tale of an aweful accident, her daughter was dead.

That night Alicatia swore her soul to the Dark One. Channeling was evil, she must therefore be evil. She wasn’t sure what to do then other than to go to the White Tower and become what she must. An Aes Sedai of some Ajah to do what the Dark One wanted. She was now his pawn.

In the Tower - Novice and Accepted:

As a novice Alicatia’s attitude did not get any better. She was sent to the Mistress of Novices on many occassions, sometimes multiple times in a day for back mouthing her teachers and channeling with out permission. It took Alicatia a year to understand the rules or she was going to be kicked out of the White Tower. Her attitude calmed outwardly, but it only stewed more inside. She was still sent to the Mistress of Novice’s office but only on occassion her remaining time in the Tower.

Alicatia had no friends as a Novice, she didn’t even bother to get to know her roommates. She was a solitary soul lost in the darkness of her own thoughts and her own evilness. She didn’t feel evil but the more she learned to channel the more she thought of things to do with the One Power that were not so nice.

It took Alicatia 12 years to become an Accepted. Her arches were horrible to her. The first one presented itself with her mother and Alister and a loving family that could have been if she’d never gone to Camerlyn. They had two bouncing babys and Alicatia was torn between staying or leaving, even if she knew that it was not true and could never happen. She was not a mother and she knew she never would be. Alicatia with hope dashed in her heart stepped through the first arch and returned to reality with tears. The second arch took her through to her present. She had no friends and she had no life, she was pent up in the highest of towers looking down. The touch of the source was gone from her mind, shielded in a tower overlooking the White Tower. She didn’t know why she was there, but someone came knocking at the door, claiming she’d killed someone she didn’t even know. Alicatia was left alone again to contimplate her life and what she’d been accused of. As the witching hour came Alicatia was lead to the center of the Great Hall and that was when the door way appaeared. Her decision was disasterous and she left the second arch with searing pain as a fire bolt hit her as she disappeared through the portal. Alicatia was in tears and in pain but she continued on to the third arch. It was no different than the first two, it showed her future self, burnt and scarred but alive with blackened and scored bodies littering the ground. Tarmon Gaidon had come and Alicatia had survived. She saw members of her ajah lying at her feet and warders still twitching from their lost limbs. There was a great battle and the dark had one it. Alicatia didn’t want to leave, but what was left if you had no place to live, she regrettfully stepped through the third archway and became an Accepted.

Time as an Accepted wasn’t any better for her. She still kept to herself and had no roommates as an Accepted, life was lonely for her. Alicatia thought long and hard on her decision to join an Ajah. Which one posed the right atmospher for her to do evil things in the guise of good? A blue could walk whatever cause they choose, but Alicatia didn’t think her cause was one that was easy to cover in a Blue Shawl.

She knew she’d make it to Tarmon Gaidon but she wasn’t sure the Green Ajah would be fitting, she was hardly a fighter, her slim frame and sickly appearance at times wasn’t intune with the greater atmospher of what it meant to be a Battle Sister. The Red ajah brought promise to stop those who could channel, well men who could channel. Alicatia still thought channeling was evil and her own darkness made it impossible to stop the evil of the men in question. Reguardless of if they torn the world to shreads. The whites were too logical, and Alicatia’s attituded was too passionate for them. She didn’t think she would find a home among the whites. Alicatia was no healer, she didn't have the aptitude nor the willingness to help those who walked in the light. Alicatia had embraced her darkness and helping fools would not do, particularly when the Great Lord was going to with the Last Battle. Diplomacy was an interesting feat. It might pose an interesting way to have lords and ladies, Kings and Queens, bend to her will. Alicatia was beginning to see the darkness as a means of increasing power and her ambitions grew stronger as she continued her research into the Ajahs. Browns were scohlarly, learners. Boring, Alicatia was tired of books and learning, as a Novice and Accepted that was all you ever did. She knew she'd always have to learn, but to spend your whole life on it, Alicatia didn't think that was for her. It seemed of the seven ajahs, there were two that might fight with Alicatia, the Gray and the Red. She had many years yet to decide, but now it was narrowed down.

For 14 more years Alicatia walked the halls of the White Tower in white. 14 years of research into the Shadow. She'd chosen to research her side of the game as her main interest under the guise of the light. How to beat them she claimed was what she wanted to learn. Sure that wasn't a lie, it was the truth, she tried to speak only the truth, as it had been engraved in her soul since day one in the tower. But the whole truth could be kept secret, it was her life line, her only hope of making it through the next stage.

The shadow wasn't her only interest, she had narrowed down her choices of Ajahs that fit her best, and choose activities and classes based around those two Ajahs. Alicatia took it upon her self to approach a Red Sister and ask her about what she did, and they soon began talking about shielding, severing and men channeling. Alicatia never tried either of the weaves, and never asked to be shown them, it was something she would was more powerful in the One Power. Both could come in handy as a tool for the Great Lord.

Alicatia knew the Gray ajah had to know alot of about alot of things. Sure she could specialize in one area if she choose the Gray, but Alicatia spent hours looking into the customs, laws and histories of various nations. She would never learn it all but she wanted a basis for anything the Great Lord threw at her in the future.

Alicatia spent several years mastering the 100 weaves she would have to undertake for her test to Aes Sedai. 100 weaves with distractions. Having no friends made it difficult for friendly help, but people were more than willing to hurt Alicatia and she let them, let them play to their fears their hopes, only to make her stronger. She felt confidant that when the day came she would be ready. But she'd yet to choose an Ajah and hoped that day would not arrive until then, but she had been wrong. She had been called and it was time to prove her self worthy of being called Aes Sedai.

The test went well. She didn't falter, she hadn't failed. Sure she was worried and almost droped a few weaves that could have proven disasterous, but Alicatia held them and kept going. She passed the test and was told to choos her Ajah. Alicatia stood and thought and waited and hoped the answer would come to her. She thought long and hard over the commintement she was about to make and when the decision became clear Alicatia moved in the direction of the Gray Ajah. There she would be able to bring herself the honor she deserved despite her mothers hatred of her, and her own hatred of herself. Mock guise and influence all in service of the Great Lord.

In the Tower - Aes Sedai

Her choice didn't come with out its own trial, it's own heart break. After a stroll with a sister of the Gray ajah she was brought to trial. To defend her past and prove her self worthy. They stripped her shawl away from her and the anger and hatred for these women of the light grew deeper with in. She wondered then if she had made the right choice. Aliciatia wasn't sure how long the abuse went on, how long the trial lasted. She was defeated, or so she had thought to be sent away from the White Tower. She spoke true, she had no choice in the matter. The oaths were burning hot when she merely thought of a lie. She knew that the truth would bring her salvation as long as she didn't reveal her master to the women who stood in her judgement. By the end of the trial Alicatia was returned her shawl and taken into the Ajah with warm welcoming arms. It had been a final test and her hatred lifted only slightly. These women were evil, but claimed to be of the light. Channeling was a power of the Great Lord and she found that her only comfort as she cried her self to sleep that night.

Aliciatia spent several years learning more on laws and cultures around the world before deciding to take it upon herself to get a real life experience. She left the Tower alone, a sheep amongst the wolves and set out to learn the laws and customs first hand. There was no better teacher than experience. She was greeted in most courts out of fear, and she enjoyed the power it brought. But she did learn the laws and customs of all the lands she traveled. But it was time to return to the White Tower, to begin her larger journey into the Gray Ajah, diplomacy and negotiations, not just mere learning. She felt ready to stand for the things she beleived in.

Ajah: ?
Nationality: Far Madding
Age: 107

Description: Alicatia is 5 feet 6 inches tall. She weights approximately 115 pounds and is of a slender build. She has long straight fiery red hair down to her waist and emerald green eyes. Alicatia has picture perfect skin and has a tendacy to freak out when even a small blemish appears on her body. Her obsession extends to hiding in her room until it’s gone. Unlike her skin, Alicatia’s attitude is not picture perfect, she despises what she is and has become but cannot change that fact and can never go home.

History:

Before the Tower

Alicatia Sunoma was born in Far Madding. Her mother was very prominent in their social circle and men listened to her when she commanded. Alicatia was learning well from her mother and the younger boys would run away when the green eyed monster approached, a name they called Alicatia for her not-so-nice attitude towards them. She was ever so commanding as a child, much like her mother, and few men came to court her when she was of age. One man did however. Alister Fregure was a small man who enjoyed Alicatia’s looks enough to submit to her commanding authority in all things. Alicatia enjoyed his company and they were planning to wed a day after Alicatia’s eighteenth birthday.

As a pre-wedding present Alicatia’s mother took her to Camerlyn to buy a foreign wedding dress in person. There the women ran into an Aes Sedai. Alicatia’s mothers fondness for women who can channel was extrodinarily negative, but this dislike was overcome in order to find out if her daughter could channel. That was one of the worst things that could happen.

The Aes Sedai tested Alicatia and told her mother the horrid news. She could be taught to channel. That was the end of everything, Alicatia was sent packing with the Aes Sedai and shunned from her family. Alicatia’s mother would return, and tell the tale of an aweful accident, her daughter was dead.

That night Alicatia swore her soul to the Dark One. Channeling was evil, she must therefore be evil. She wasn’t sure what to do then other than to go to the White Tower and become what she must. An Aes Sedai of some Ajah to do what the Dark One wanted. She was now his pawn.

In the Tower:

As a novice Alicatia’s attitude did not get any better. She was sent to the Mistress of Novices on many occassions, sometimes multiple times in a day for back mouthing her teachers and channeling with out permission. It took Alicatia a year to understand the rules or she was going to be kicked out of the White Tower. Her attitude calmed outwardly, but it only stewed more inside. She was still sent to the Mistress of Novice’s office but only on occassion her remaining time in the Tower.

Alicatia had no friends as a Novice, she didn’t even bother to get to know her roommates. She was a solitary soul lost in the darkness of her own thoughts and her own evilness. She didn’t feel evil but the more she learned to channel the more she thought of things to do with the One Power that were not so nice.

It took Alicatia 12 years to become an Accepted. Her arches were horrible to her. The first one presented itself with her mother and Alister and a loving family that could have been if she’d never gone to Camerlyn. They had two bouncing babys and Alicatia was torn between staying or leaving, even if she knew that it was not true and could never happen. She was not a mother and she knew she never would be. Alicatia with hope dashed in her heart stepped through the first arch and returned to reality with tears. The second arch took her through to her present. She had no friends and she had no life, she was pent up in the highest of towers looking down. The touch of the source was gone from her mind, shielded in a tower overlooking the White Tower. She didn’t know why she was there, but someone came knocking at the door, claiming she’d killed someone she didn’t even know. Alicatia was left alone again to contimplate her life and what she’d been accused of. As the witching hour came Alicatia was lead to the center of the Great Hall and that was when the door way appaeared. Her decision was disasterous and she left the second arch with searing pain as a fire bolt hit her as she disappeared through the portal. Alicatia was in tears and in pain but she continued on to the third arch. It was no different than the first two, it showed her future self, burnt and scarred but alive with blackened and scored bodies littering the ground. Tarmon Gaidon had come and Alicatia had survived. She saw members of her ajah lying at her feet and warders still twitching from their lost limbs. There was a great battle and the dark had one it. Alicatia didn’t want to leave, but what was left if you had no place to live, she regrettfully stepped through the third archway and became an Accepted.

Time as an Accepted wasn’t any better for her. She still kept to herself and had no roommates as an Accepted, life was lonely for her. Alicatia thought long and hard on her decision to join an Ajah. Which one posed the right atmospher for her to do evil things in the guise of good? A blue could walk whatever cause they choose, but Alicatia didn’t think her cause was one that was easy to cover in a Blue Shawl. She knew she’d make it to Tarmon Gaidon but she wasn’t sure the Green Ajah would be fitting, she was hardly a fighter, her slim frame and sickly appearance at times wasn’t intune with the greater atmospher of what it meant to be a Battle Sister. The Red ajah brought promise to stop those who could channel, well men who could channel. Alicatia still thought channeling was evil and her own darkness made it impossible to stop the evil of the men in question. Reguardless of if they torn the world to shreads. The whites were too logical, and Alicatia’s attituded was too passionate for them. She didn’t think she would find a home among the whites. Alicatia was no healer, she didn't have the aptitude nor the willingness to help those who walked in the light. Alicatia had embraced her darkness and helping fools would not do, particularly when the Great Lord was going to with the Last Battle. Diplomacy was an interesting feat. It might pose an interesting way to have lords and ladies, Kings and Queens, bend to her will. Alicatia was beginning to see the darkness as a means of increasing power and her ambitions grew stronger as she continued her research into the Ajahs. Browns were scohlarly, learners. Boring, Alicatia was tired of books and learning, as a Novice and Accepted that was all you ever did. She knew she'd always have to learn, but to spend your whole life on it, Alicatia didn't think that was for her. It seemed of the seven ajahs, there were two that might fight with Alicatia, the Gray and the Red. She had many years yet to decide, but now it was narrowed down.

For 14 more years Alicatia walked the halls of the White Tower in white. 14 years of research into the Shadow. She'd chosen to research her side of the game as her main interest under the guise of the light. How to beat them she claimed was what she wanted to learn. Sure that wasn't a lie, it was the truth, she tried to speak only the truth, as it had been engraved in her soul since day one in the tower. But the whole truth could be kept secret, it was her life line, her only hope of making it through the next stage.

Alicatia spent several years mastering the 100 weaves she would have to undertake for her test to Aes Sedai. 100 weaves with distractions. Having no friends made it difficult for friendly help, but people were more than willing to hurt Alicatia and she let them, let them play to their fears their hopes, only to make her stronger. She felt confidant that when the day came she would be ready. But she'd yet to choose an Ajah and hoped that day would not arrive until then, but she had been wrong. She had been called and it was time to prove her self worthy of being called Aes Sedai.

The test went well. She didn't falter, she hadn't failed. Sure she was worried and almost droped a few weaves that could have proven disasterous, but Alicatia held them and kept going. She passed the test and was told to choos her Ajah. Alicatia stood and thought and waited and hoped the answer would come to her.

*Time to Choose an ajah*

One of my favorite characters has been called a "Mary Sue", so that brings to question what is a Mary Sue and how can we avoid the pitfalls of Mary Sue-dom.

Wikipedia gives a decent idea of what a Mary Sue character is.

Wikipedia Entry on Mary Sue wrote:

Mary Sue [..] is a pejorative term for a fictional character who is portrayed in an idealized way and who is generally lacking in any truly noteworthy flaws (or having her flaws romanticized [..]). Characters labeled Mary Sues, as well as the stories they appear in, are generally seen as wish fulfillment fantasies on the part of the author.

Now having read this basic defination I had to think about what is an idealized character so I went to websters dictionary and looked it up.

Idealize: 1 a : to give an ideal form or value to b : to attribute ideal characteristics to

Okay, didn't help me out much, so I looked up Ideal next: 3 a : of, relating to, or embodying an ideal b : conforming exactly to an ideal, law, or standard : PERFECT -- compare REAL 2b(3)

This defination of ideal sends the message very clearly. A perfect character.

We all know that no one is perfect and a character that is a Mary Sue tends to give you the sense that they are perfect. I will give the people who called one of my favorite characters credit here as they did pigeon hole the character into this category. And as I sit and think about the character I find it difficult to find any noteworthy flaws that aren't being romantized by the author.

So I guess the question begging to be asked is how do you avoid this character type?

It's a wonderful thing the internet, type avoiding mary sue into Google and you find exactly what you are looking for in many different places.

The Mary Sue Manual - I'm reading though this as I write this article/post so please bear with me as I might flounder a while.

I'm looking back on my won characters I've written in the past and the very first character is a Mary Sue, she has no flaws that I can think of, she's perfect in every way. I'm not sure there is any thing I can do to redeam this character with out rewriting the story, which I plan to do but that's not the point right now. Back on topic. My own personal favorite character that I've written is from a role playing site and she's been in existance for some time in some form or another.

Sitting back and analyzing the character as a creation I see that she may fit into the Mary Sue pigeon hole.

In the Mary Sue manual there are sub-categories of Mary Sue. The first being "The Pity-Beggar Mary Sue".

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The pity-beggar Mary Sue is a common one, often leading a painful life with hateful parents, perfect siblings/friends or no friends at all, no boyfriend, no guys hitting on her, and possibly, in the worst crime able to be committed in a fanfic, pointless rape. In the WORST of these cases, the raped character will have little to no reaction to the injustice, an injustice in itself to all who HAVE been through such a horrid experience.

Okay my character falls very much into this category, maybe?

As I look at the How to avoid section it reminds us that there are good things in life. Thinking back to creation of the character, is there good in her life. Sure, she's got a fond hobby of watching sword practice, learning the art of herb lore. She's a tough life, but I don't think she quite fits in this pigeon hole. Other's may disagree, I'm sure.

The next subcategory is The God-modding Mary Sue. This is probably the one thing I tried not to write into this particular character, tho I do see it in some of my very first characters.

The Plot-stealer Mary Sue. Again something I try to avoid. Characters who want to be someone else don't make for good writing.

The Man-Hunter Mary Sue. I can't say as I've placed showers in a medieval time period but I have fallen into this trap. Even my favorite creation falls into this particular trap. Can she get out of it?

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People don’t exist for love. Add reality to the character by giving them objectives and super-objectives. The Super-objective is what they want out of the situation, and the objectives are minor steps to getting the super-objective, each one pertaining to a new situation within the super-objective. If your character’s super-objective is to win the love of Person X, then there’s not much depth in that character. Depth is reality, reality is originality.

Does she exist for love? Nope, love has always been something that happened and she wasn't looking for it. It's not the end all and be all of her existance, even sex isn't just sex when she has it (most of the time), there is always a motive behind it.

The Perfect Mary Sue is the last subcategory. I don't think this needs much explanation.

But how does all this help us to avoid writing a Mary Sue? The Mary Sue Mannual suggests:

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There are four parts to a character that when above normal, make a Mary Sue: Skills, Luck/Coordination, Romance, and Looks. When you create a character, designate which specific skills he or she will have, whether good or bad, and give them a number for how skilled they are in each, 1 being worst, 9 being best. Any number below 6 is a negative (1-5) and all other numbers (6-9) are positives. The same goes for how lucky the character is, how successful they are romantically, and how good-looking they are. Combine the numbers together when all are completed, adding the positives, taking away the negatives. Try to keep the number under 15 and over 10.

To analaize my favorite creation let's see how she fares in this scheme.

Sword play +8
Herbology +7
Looks +6
Luck -3
Romance -5

I can't think of anymore qualities that define the character. That totals up to 13, not too bad of a character then.

I have found another test The Mary Sue Limitus Test. Let's see how the same character fares?

After taking the long test she comes out with a 54. She's a Mary Sue! It says she's redemable, but how? Where do you begin with character creation to avoid the Mary Sue Syndrom?

References:
Wikipedia Entry on Mary Sue
Websters Defination of Idealize
Websters Disctionary of Ideal
The Mary Sue Manual
The Mary Sue Litimus Test

In addition to my writing journal I've decided to add a Writing forum to my sub-site. The purpose of this is to hopefully get a writing group established that focuses on helping the small group get better in this craft. I've looked at several different writing groups and haven't really found much I like yet. But then I didn't look real hard at them either. Everythings too cliquish for me, so I'd rather start my own clique lol. Anyway, everyone is welcome to check the site out, use it and help make a nice writing community.

My Writing Forum - a place to Role Play a bit, writing exercises and anything else of interest. Feel free to stop by.

A friend posted a link to The Magic Gopher. He's a physic and can read your mind. So do you beleive it?

It took me a little while to figure it out. I started from 10 and started seeing that the answer was always 9. That was the key. Each ten set next was a multiple of 9. And when you look at the chart the multiples of 9 have the same symbol. Walla, he knows what you are thinking. It's one of those classic games that people like to wow you with, but there is nothing really to it.

I don't like being so far away from my family. I really wish I could be closer right now. My dad's sprits seemed high on the phone last night, and I won't tell him that I'm scared. I need to be strong so he can be strong. We'll get through this, but being so far away doesn't help me. I think it's one reason why I clinge to my baby so much, and I know I'm probably spoiling her with my attentions on her, but she and Shea are the only family I have close. I mean I love Shea's family, but they aren't close. I felt left out when Mom told me she was going to my aunt's house for the 4th. We didn't do anything. I did barbaque but that was the extent of my Fourth of July. It's kinda heart breaking to me. Shea promised me though that if I wanted to start family traditions then he would participate. Basially meaning if I wanted to do something on his days off he wouldn't game. That meant alot to me and next year will probably be alot different on Holidays because Kathleen will be older and learning so much more about life in real context.

I was looking forward to Christmas, now I'm just scared. I'm still eagerly looking forward to going to see my parents, and having a Christmas tree as a family this year. But funds aren't great and I'm scared of so many things. I really shouldn't be stressing but you know something is bad when you sleep with your stuffed animal for comfort even though the biggest teddy bear ever sleeps with you every night. I'm gonna try to think positive about the whole thing, my whole life, but I'm not sure I can.

Kathleen has her two bottom front teeth. We found them this morning. She's been playing with them with her tongue for a day or so that I've noticed. Though I just found them this morning when I put my finger in her mouth to feel for the cutting areas. Yay!

We are, I say we but I really mean I am, going to start trying to get Kathleen to sign. I'm not expecting miracles, but it's something fun to try with her, she learns things so quickly and this might be fun for the both of us. I was working on more today, and Shea asked me why I kept asking her more? Then I showed him and he said okay. Not sure he'll do it, but I hope he will when she starts signing herself.

Jason's son, Aidan, turned one today. And what do you know today is Kathleen's six month birthday. They are exactly six months apart, that's just kinda cool.

Happy Birthday Aidan!