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Monday, March 17, 2014

Writing Update!

HELLO!!!!

Sorry I haven't blogged in a while!

Edit, A.C. Garbarino

I have a Pinterest if you would like to see the character boards under TCC:_______

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Spring, oh lovely spring.

Ah, Spring, Allergies, colds, and the flu. Spring buds and doves, and some weeds too!

March is National Reading month!!!

hopefully this month I can finish the *counts books* thirteen books I'm Reading

Above: A book I Will read after finishing-

Below: Allegiant

Thank you

Sincerely, A.C. Garbarino

Monday, March 3, 2014

Book Titles- Some used some forgotten, and many, many un-used

For Book one:

The Well and the world

(I switched back and forth with this one)

The World of Theigla

Theilga

The World Inside the Well

(Hmmm just came up with this one)

Amelia

Caldien

For Book Two

I actually never thought of any others exept

The City of Vividus

(It fits perfectly)

For book three:

Tempus Clavis

The Key Of Time

Fernious

For Book Three:

(Oh dear, this one will be loooonnnngg)

The Final Stand

The Last Encounter

Death Takes a Stand

The Beat Of The Drums

The Heart of Glass

Beloved

Glass

Before we move forward, I'd like to mention this story originally started without

Timothy, Amelia and Sophia.

It started in Theilga with a slightly different cast,

You will soon meet Alexandra who originally was the main character.

Names for the Whole series:

The Caldien Chronicles

The Chronicles of the worlds

Green Eyes

The Travelers

Timothy Caldien

Well thank you for coming by!

Comments are apreciated, and if you have'nt already Follow me so you can get updates on the blog!

Sincerely,

A.C. Garbarino

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Progress!!

So the book in progress is making...well, progress

currently there are about 9,797 words and eight chapters

I'm hoping to finish it by the end of summer :D I'm so crazy thinking I can do it but will surely try!!

Every day from this day on foward I will try writing daily as long as I have (or do) the following:

My Favorite Teas, Peach Ginger (from Trader Joes) and some Blueberry tea
Some form of dried fruit
Chocolate
Books to smell and to get Inspiration
Music!!!!!
fuzzy socks
warm sweaters
skype with friends (to take a break from writing)
Act out a bit from the book
and scour through magazines and blogs and old notes
NOTEBOOKS
PENCILS!!!

here are some songs I LOVE to write to

Atlas by, Coldplay
Silhouettes, Of Monsters And Men
"One Small Fact" , John Williams- from The Book Thief soundtrack
Dark Days, Punch Brothers- From The Hunger Games
Comforting Sounds, Bridy

Saturday, January 25, 2014

Me and My friend came up with a few characters for a new story
its in a french setting but....here's thetwist, All of earth had to flee the world to another one, so its new agey but rustic....really interesting :-P
I'll post pictures of my drawings later next week.

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

The Red Door Part Four.

I straighten out the faded blue dress as Gregory pulls up the brown coat-jacket.

I open the door with a short tug, I squirm a bit as I pass my room, I can hear the faint clicking of a typewriter, I exchange looks with my brother who is beside me. I start going downstairs, But look back at the red door. “We should go back” I whisper. Gregory nods, we go back inside the room and shut the red door. I open it again, salty air hits my lungs and an ocean spray soils my dress, “Gregory!” I shout flailing out of the room onto a ship deck. A captain with no eye and no leg chuckles down at me

“Get away from my sister!”

I look back and see my brother holding a knife. Thank God mom told him he can have his knife back.

I stumble back to my feet and run back inside. Gregory shuts the door. “How do we get home?” I pick up the box with pictures and see a ship at sea. I look through all the pictures and find nothing that would bring us home. “Gregor, did you take a picture of our house yet with your phone?” I ask. He nods handing it over. I hold the phone and find a picture of our home. Gregory opens the door; I can hear the footsteps of our mother approaching. “We should go down”

“Should we tell them about this weird door?”

“Nah, but we should do this again”

“Sounds like a plan”

“Now let’s have some Dinner”.

So that’s the story, we went into other places and different worlds through the faded Red Door. We are still trying to figure out this mystery.

Thanks for reading!

I'm thinking of writing more to it, more adventures in-depth with them and The Red Door

I'll give an update if I win anything or if I am an Honorable mention

Sincerely,

A.C. Garbarino

Monday, January 6, 2014

The Red Door Part Three (Of Four Parts)

I stare at the box; I've been doing this for hours. Gregory stands across the room searching for a key. I tried opening it, it didn't budge.

“Can’t you just lock pick it?” He says sighing.

“Does it look like I’m an expert?” I say pulling a few bobby-pins from my hair, I kneel next to it

Pushing the pins into the lock, I twist and turn digging it deeper into the metal. After a minute a small “Click” sounds. I place my hands on both corners looking back at my brother, he gives a nod. I open it, a small pile of old clothes sits dusty, a stack of books, a pair of old work shoes and another box without a lock. I open the box, old pictures are inside, I pick up the first one, a young girl about my age sits in a chair, a young man about my brother’s age stands above her.

I look closer… they look familiar; I look to my brother then to the picture then back again.

“Gregory…its…this will sound crazy but, it’s us.”

Gregory snatches the photo from my hands looking at it. I look back inside the large box, I move some things around and find a journal, every page is written in. “Winnie, what’s going on? What does this mean?”

I look to my brother, his face weaved with confusion. “Who are we really?” he asks

“Winifred! Gregory! Dinners ready!” Mom calls, her voice is cut off. I run to the door opening it, the hall is different, my room door is closed and newly painted. “Katherine! James! Supper is ready!” A man’s voice calls. I gasp closing the door “Gregory… I- I think we just went back in time” I utter. “Or maybe to, our real lives”.

I pick up the clothes that would fit me and my brother “I have an Idea”.

Click below for:
Part Four Of The Red Door

By the way, I entered the story to the website, now I have to wait!!

Sincerely,

A.C. Garbarino

Sunday, January 5, 2014

Some of my favorite things

Hi, Here are some of my favorite things!

Old books

The Library

Typewriters

Books and Bookmarks

Reading (and sniffing) Books

Used bookstores (they just have that wondrous smell)

Hot tea+Quilt+A Book = happiness

roses and Typewriters

Dressing vintage and reading with a friend

Edgar Allen Poe

(one of the cutest old men ever)

J.R.R. Tolkein

Lewis Carol & Sweet little Alice

The Beauty and The Beast Library!!!!

and William Shakespeare

Thanks for coming,

Don't forget to Follow me (Find it at the right sidebar)

Sincerely,

A.C. Garbarino

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

HAPPY NEW YEAR! Plus, The Red Door Part 2 (of four parts)

Hello! Hope you've had a good last year, and wish you all a wonderful one ahead!

To kick off the New Year, I decided to give you Part 2 for The Red Door

Short story!

The Red Door

(Part 2)

I open the door, a simple room sits empty, the bleak walls and flooring grey, like an old pale moon. In the middle sits a large box, layers upon layers of dust sits atop it. I walk towards it hesitantly; my fingers graze the old cherry wood, engravings of forest scenes. “Gregory!” I shout pulling my hazel hair back nervously.

I hear my brother’s feet approaching. He pokes his head in “What is it Winnie-The-Pooh?” he asks stepping inside glancing at the box. (I hate the pet name he gave me)

“What is that?” he says mouth agape. “I don’t know genius” I reply standing up crossing my arms. Gregory carefully approaches it as if it was dangerous.
“Seriously, Gregory it’s a stupid box!”

“Winnie… do you have any clue what this is?”

“No, why should I…and why should you?”

“This is from my dream… a few nights ago…Winnie listen to me!” he yells

I snap out of a trance “What” I growl

“Open it”.

Thanks for reading and have a great rest of the day!

Sincerely,

A.C. Garbarino.

(Part three will be coming out next Tuesday the seventh)

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

My Book Writing Nook tour Part One

Hello! In this post you will see my wonderful-lovely-amazing-cozy bedroom!

Starting with my entryway/ side table

I have a picture of an illustrated owl, a clay owl I made, a pen and a pencil (for awakening ideas)

my clock/ipod charger.

and a little lamp.

My mom made this painting for me, its supposed to be me holding books,

and the quote is from The Book Thief.

Here is my Vintage Royal Typewriter from 1964, it has a lovely yellow color!

Over here is my desk, lets have a closer look!

A few journals, an adorable pencil-cup filled with (You got it!) pencils and pens

(Note the sonic screwdriver pen)

This is my electric typewriter,

its blue and loud (I don't mind)

This is my little white board

with word magnets!

Hello, Mr. Mark Twain!

My book plate packaging I got from

Anthropology

Typewriter paper weight.

My (Scratched up and dirty) Glasses

this is my first pair from a couple years ago.

Inside drawer #1

Pencils, scissors, notebooks and journals,

white board markers, highlighters, markers,

Sticky notes and a few lose papers.

Inside drawer #2

sticky notes, paper clips inside a Trader Joes green tea mint container,

different sized paper clips, clips, A cyberman head (his name is Handles)

pencil led, mockingjay pin, pencil sharpener, braclet, marble, spare earring, tack...

that was random, note thingy with crayon colors.

Inside drawer #3

Rough draft for last book in series, ink (from dad)

Mod Podge (Mom said she was looking for this)

Tape, pouch mom made for me, pencils and pens, a flower pen, loose papers and some bird creature (he is hiding under the mod podge)

In one of my cupboards lied organizing bins full of half full, empty or full notebooks,

files full of spare notes or stories I never finished or gave up on,

above lies a smash journal and a box full of things to put in it.

Thanks for coming!!!

Please click "Follow" and come back for some more pictures!

My brothers New Album, 13

My brother is extremely talented with music

Click on the picture to listen to his new album

this music is awesome to listen to while writing emotional scenes

Thanks!

Enjoy this lovely album of awesome music.

Sincerely,

A.C. Garbarino

Sunday, December 29, 2013

The Red Door Part 1

Nobody would have believed me when I told I could travel through time with my brother

By going through a red door, at the end of the hallway, in my house.

I place the last box from the moving truck into my new room, I sigh looking around at the clutter of the room. My name is Winifred Gregory; I am Twelve years old and just recently moved to an old Victorian home. I walk over to the large bay window and sit in the nook. I look outside at the trees and the birds singing merrily. I look below; my father slams the moving trucks door and starts up the engine. My mother left me with my older brother (Now please do not chuckle or laugh at his first name) Gregory…Yes I know his full name is Gregory. P. Gregory.

I get up peeking down the hallway, to my right, and then to my left, I catch a glimpse of my brother banging his head listening to his “Totally Awesome” music. I tip-toe down the hall,

I try opening a door but it doesn't open, I go down the long hallway to the end, the door is painted a faded red. I knock on it, It slowly creaks open, I grab hold of the door knob; I look back at the bouncing shadow of my brother.