New Years Tag

Hello, 2015.
 
 
2015!!!
 
2015!!! Doesn't that sound like a grand number? Something to be proud of to be in?
 
A New Year, with no big mistakes in it yet. Lying ahead of me. How daunting is that? And how excitingly wonderful is it? So much can happen in a year, I've learnt. An immensely huge load of stuff has definitely happened to me in 2014! First off, my writing style has improved so much (honestly, when I read my old comments, I have to cringe) and most importantly, I've met my best friend! And started this blog, which has made a big impact on my life, and my attitude about life.

So here's a long New Year's tag that floated around last year.


What did you do in 2014 that you'd never done before?
- Write not one, not two, but three books!
- Start a blog!
- Watch Emma 2009 and Little Dorrit 2008 :-)
- Have a best friend
- Scrapbooking

Did you keep your New Years' resolutions, and will you make one this year?

Well, last year I told myself I would be less lazy than I was the year before, and yes - I kind of succeeded. I won't lie, though, I had my extremely lazy days, but I definitely did more stuff and got on with things more, especially in the second half of the year.
This year I haven't made any yet, but I might make some - I still have to think that over. :-)

Did anyone close to you give birth?

Yes, I have two new cousins (I have like, two new ones each year, so I can't say this isn't normal) and my mum will give birth in March, which is madly exciting, of course!



Did anyone close to you die?

Queen Fabiola of Belgium died. But yeah, I wasn't really close to her, haha.

What countries/states did you visit?

England and Switserland and - of course - Belgium, which is where I live.

What would you like to have in 2015 that you lacked in 2014?

- Better writing skills and a wider range of vocabulary
- Nail polish (I've suddenly realised I've never had it)
- Really long hair
- A brain that enjoys maths (although I'm sure this will never happen) (perfectly, perfectly sure)
- A published book (just because I have to put that in, even though I know it's just a dream.)
- All the Period Dramas and Movies that I haven't seen yet
- More followers (I'm being super honest with you. I know that's what followers want.)

Ssh. I have a recent fondness for carrousels.


What date from 2014 will remain etched upon your memory?

Christmas, the 25th of December!
The day I started my dear Wonderland Creeky! Although, haha - I can't really remember the actual date. I could look at my first post and find out that way, but I'm too lazy. I told you I was lazy.

Did you move anywhere?

We moved two years ago, so no, we're happy and settled in our big white house. This year we really made it 'home', and now I love it so much it hurts. My little siblings used to call it 'The White House' - and no, they hadn't a clue about the White House in America, which is the reason why it's rather funny. :-)



What was the best month?

I'd say November or December. I love those wintery, fluttery, golden months. ;-P

What was your biggest achievement of the year?

Writing three-whole-books! Well, no. The biggest achievement wasn't writing the books, it was actually finishing  them. That's something I've really worked on this year. Finishing stuff. Man, what an achievement. *clenches fists proudly* I did it! I did it!

What was your biggest failure?

Complaining, maybe. Or losing my temper. Or laziness.

Did you suffer illness or injury?

No. Thank you, Lord!



What was the best thing you bought?

The best thing I bought was my flowery jumper. I wear it so much. It's kind of moldy-green, soft and calm, with peach-coloured and swan-coloured flowers jumbling all over it. It was a great buy. Also, of course, any book I bought on Amazon. Especially Lynn Austin's 'Proper Persuit.'

Okay that jumper sounded much more exotic than it really is.


Whose behaviour merited celebration?

My dad and mum. Love those two to pieces. And Emma. Always Emma.



Whose behaviour made you appalled and depressed?

Man, I don't know. I'm always appalled when I hear about murders and stuff in the news, if that counts. I can't name people, though - which, I suppose is only a good thing. Oh no! I know someone! Someone which made me almost gnash my teeth and all that. Someone who I loathe and abominate and hate and all that. He's rotten. He oozes with evil. I loathe the ground he treads on! It's Blandois in Little Dorrit.
 
FICTIONAL CHARACTERS COUNT.

Where did most of your money go?

Post and package. Honestly. The amount I spent on post and package this year is immense. Seriously, more than the things I actually bought. But it was worth it. Three cheers for packages and letters in the post! It deserves the money.



What did you get really, really, really excited about?

MY BLOG. Honestly, I was crazing, oozing with excitement. When I hit that orange 'publish' button for the first time, snap, I was practically trembling. I had never before ever published something public on the internet and it was amazingly terrifying in a nice way. I'm so glad I started blogging, guys. It's just a great, great, great way to know fellow people similar to myself (awesome people, naturally :-P) and I LOVE writing blog posts. You probably knew that, by the amount of 'Wonderland Creek' posts that come on your dashboard.
Also, I got really excited when I sang a solo in the British Embassy at a Christmas Party and when I received Emma's first letter by mail, and - of course - Christmas. And snow. Two days after Christmas, we had SNOW.



What was the best concert you've been to this year?

The Christmas Carol service, does that count? That was dazzlingly heavenly. Our Church has a Carol service every year, and it's like one my favourite evenings of the whole year (together with Christmas Eve evening, and my birthday evening (which is Pride and Prejudice 1995 time, always)). This year I sang a solo, which made it even more memorable. I sang Silent Night, in German.

What song/album will always remind you of 2014?

The Andrew sisters songs. I kind of discovered Vintage Music this year.

Compared to this time last year, are you:
1. happier or sadder? Definitely happier. Last year was kind of pessimistic a lot of the time. I still am sometimes of course, but I know I feel happier. Blogging and meeting Ems really helped. :-)
2. thinner or fatter? Hey, hey, personal, that. No, honestly, not a clue.
3. richer or poorer? Poorer, I think. What with post and package and all that.




What do you wish you'd done more of?

Writing.
Yes, even more. Also, I wish I spend more time doing schoolwork. It's like I really have to catch up right now, haha.

What do you wish you'd done less of?

That answer. You know what it is. I'm not even going to say it. (Psst. You're doing it right now.)

What was your greatest musical discovery?

The Andrew Sisters! Those darling girls have intoxicated me with their classiness. Now I'm in that fase where I'm a little wary and sick of brass instrument sound, so I'm not listening to them a lot at the moment, but I know I will come back to them. Officially a fan.
I also discovered Celtic Women and Vera Lynn. Loooove those ladies. Angel voices!



How did you spend Christmas?
At home, with my dear family - the best way to do it! Simple, but lovely.

How are you spending New Year's?
My grandparents are over, which is always fun. We've never done anything really big and elaborate for New Years. What I mainly do is imagining all the things that might happen to me this year.
Oh, (some of) my siblings (and me too, if I feel like going in the dark, cold garden) sometimes take those cute little sparkling firework thingies and walk with them in the garden. Jovial thing to do. Festive, and all that.

Who did you spend the most time on the phone with?
I rarely, rarely, rarely phone. I don't mind doing it - in fact, I enjoy picking up the phone and passing it to whoever, but I don't often have long conversations. That might - just might - change this year, though. *winkey-wink at someone who knows who she is*.
Oh, eh, I haven't answered the question. Well, it's probably Grandma.



What was the best book you read?
THE REFINER'S FIRE SERIES BY LYNN AUSTIN. Period.

Did you fall in love in 2014?
Yes. I fell in love with Mr Knightley in the 2009 version of Emma. (Fictional characters count. Fictional characters so count.)

What was your favourite TV show?
Downton Abbey, as always. Although I haven't seen Season Five yet, Downton remains my favourite TV show. But as we don't have a TV at home, I can't properly follow it like other people can. Yes, I envy you.
 
HOW GORGEOUS ARE THESE CLOTHES.
 

What did you want and get?
- A blog
- A best friend
- Those fashionable kind of shoes with the white nose. Yes, I'm not surprised if you don't get what I meant.
- Watching Emma and Little Dorrit and Lark Rise.
- Loads of new black pens. I lurve black pens. I can't write with blue ones; Black is professional and nicer.
- A copy of GONE WITH THE WIND. (That's a title that looks unreal if not typed with capital letters.)

What did you want and not get?
Not much, not much. Nothing I can think of at present, actually. But if we're elaborate and speak in wide terms, there are things such as 'A visit to Highclere Castle (Downton Abbey)', 'An email from Julia Sawalha', 'Having my book published'... yeah. Always are things, you know.
But mainly having my book published. But it's so... I mean, will it ever happen?
Oh, and more holiday. That would have been appreciated.
 
 
 
What were your favourite films of this year?
I'm going to make this question different: What were the best films you watched for the first time this year? Well, as mentioned earlier about twice, definitely Emma 2009 (definitely, it's just too adorable for me to describe) and Little Dorrit (man, man, man!!!). But also Lark Rise to Candleford, Sense and Sensibility 2008 (I had seen the other version, of course) and - let me think, there were others - Oh YES - Goodbye Mr Chips and Berkerly Square.

What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?
My birthday was way back in January, so I have to think about how I celebrated it. I was fifteen, and oh yes, I celebrated it at home and read books and wore new clothes. Happy little day of my own. :-) Oh and of course - I WATCHED P&P95.



How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2014?
Flowery, pink, professional, with a slight sparkle somewhere and light blue.

What kept you sane?
God. I wouldn't be here without Him. I love Him so much! I just don't deserve what He does to me.
And also writing, and my family, and Emma.

Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy most?
Dan Stevens. He's... great. And no, that wasn't the only adjective I could think of - I just refrained myself in order to overcome embarrassment to both you and especially me.



What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
Seriously, you can't ask this, for it was an amazing year. Well, okay then, seeing as you asked. Having my book published or more holiday days. One? Okay then, the former.

What political issue stirred you the most?
Politics? *rubs forehead* Wait... someone actually asked me something about... politics? Like, do you think I know what it means? That I follow that, or something?
*splutters* Politics, indeed. Pha.

Who did you miss?
Um. Not sure. Maybe my great aunt who died two years ago - she was so cheerful and sweet.
 

Who was the best person you met?
EMMA. No simpler and more obvious answer than that. This is the year I (properly) met the person who's now my bosom friend. Sniff, I'm so blessed. Love you, girl.

Tell a valuable life lesson you learned in 2014.
Be yourself. As Jordan Taylor from Blimey Cow says, 'Because let's be honest - you're actually pretty cool.'
Several years ago, I was always adapting myself to the people I was around. How boring does that sound. BEING YOURSELF IS GREAT. It's hectic and filled with nonsense, in my case, but it's GREAT.
 

Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.
This is impossible. I racked my brain, but it's too hard and I decided to give up. Pathetic answer, right?

Five personally significant events of 2014:
- First email to Emma!
- Setting up this blog!
- Finishing my novel!
- Singing my solo in the Christmas Carol service!
- Going to a family party in England and seeing all my four-hundred cousins again (well, slight exaggeration, but just slight.)

Five things I want to do in 2015:
- Phone Emma
- Meet Emma (I had to throw that in)
- Host a party on here
- Finish some other books (some, haha)
- Publishing. Hey, dreaming big is encouraged in the world.
- Pass all my exams. (Home-schoolers also do exams, yes.)



People I'd like to know better in 2015:
Bloggy friends, and just some plain random people from the street. And myself, for I might discover some hidden gift or talent. *wiggles eyebrows*
 
Wow, I enjoyed filling in this tag! You should do it too. Now I'm going back, and I'm going to put randomly nice pictures all over the place so that people will go on scrolling down. Always works, you know. ;-)
 
Happy New Year!
 
2015 won't be perfect, but we'll make it awesome.
 
 

Emma/Naomi Game Answers

Thanks for playing everyone! I love it when so many of you play, because then making games is really worth the work. I love the 'work', though. And I loved seeing all your answers! You all know us well... and it wasn't only Emma who got all the answers right!

#1 Favourite Group
Andrew Sisters/ Celtic Woman
A= Naomi
B= Emma
 
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#2 Favourite Movie
Pride and Prejudice/ Amazing Grace

A= Naomi
B= Emma
 
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#3 Favourite Actor
Ioan Gruffud/ Dan Stevens

A= Emma
B= Naomi
 
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#4 Favourite Actress
Julia Sawalha/ Jane Seymour


A= Naomi
B= Emma
 
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#5 Favourite Downton Abbey Scene
'You are my stick' scene/ Proposal scene
Yes. Both Matthew and Mary Ones

A= Emma
B= Naomi
 
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 #6 Favourite Period Drama Hairstyle
Barbara Spooner in Amazing Grace/ Marge Frake in State Fair
A= Emma
B= Naomi
 
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#7 Favourite Historical Couple
Abigail and John Adams/ George VI and Elizabeth
A= Emma
B= Naomi
 
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#8 Favourite Musical (or one of)
The Sound of Music/ Les Misérables
A= Naomi
B= Emma
 
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#9 Favourite Non-Downton Abbey Period Drama Dress
Molly's red engagement party dress/ Amy Dorrit's purple wedding gown
A= Naomi
B= Emma
 
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 #10 Favourite Gone with the Wind dress
Scarlett's green barbeque gown/ Melanie's blue gown
A= Emma
B= Naomi
 
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Here are all your scores!

Emma: 100 (honestly, I hadn't expected that :-P)
Ashley: 100
Heidi: 100
Natalie: 100
Eowyn: 90
Hannah: 80
Kaitlyn: 70
Hamlette: 60

Writing Wish-List

I heard of this super cool idea via Anne-girls blog, who said it was going around the blogosphere. And I can see why, because this is just the coolest thing ever. A writing wish-list. Just. What a great idea, peeps! What this is, is you're supposed to write down all the books you want to write in the future (but you haven't started yet). *rubs hands* Let's start!
 
 
A modern Little Dorrit
After writing a modern Anne of Green Gables and really enjoying that, I think I shall modernise more classics in the future. After I watched Little Dorrit, and thought I might, one day. It's a lovely story, but it would be a lot of work. But still, I really want to do that one day. 
 
A really sparkly, pinky, sugary book
I've once attempted this one, but it's really hard, and I only got past two paragraphs when I promptly gave up and started something different. One day I'd like to write a book where every sentence has a sparkly, sugary, pinky, fluffy word in it - where it simply drowns in gorgeousness. You know, a zizzy, zazzy blinky story with bling and glim and everything like that. And with loads of cakes. And luxury. And mirrors. And pink gown with furbelows. And lace frims, and all that.
Something like the screencaps of 'Marie Antoinette' (which I haven't seen, but it looks gorgeous):
 




A story where childhood friends fall in love
I've always loved that idea, you know. Especially after I watched Emma and Mr Knightley - which is just too adorable for words. Of course, I would need another plot on top of that one, but I'd like that idea in one of my future books somewhere. It's just ADORABLY SQUEEFUL. And then, they look back and remember their childish squabbles and giggle over that together in a romantic way... sigh, how lovely is that?!?
 
A story about the von Trapp children before Maria came by
Heehee, I've been wanting to do this for quite some time. I once started it, and made Louisa (who's for no particular reason my favourite von Trapp child) the main character. I started off by making her climb up into the current governesses bedroom with a jar of spiders in her hand, haha. Now I don't have that story anymore (lost on laptops - and besides it was very short and badly written) but it's always there, at the back of my head. I'd love to write a book about the von Trapp Children and all their pranks on the governesses.
"You were lucky. With Fraulein Hilda it was a snake."
"I haven't had this much fun since the day we put glue one Fraulein Ogla's toothbrush!"
 
 
Mr and Mrs Bennet's love story
THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE. I know it's impossible. Well, it sounds impossible, right? But still, I'd like to try that one day. Now, that would be fun challenge.
 
A story about a British girl who gets evacuated to America during the Second World War
I love evacuation stories. They really fascinate me. I once read a book which was about a girl who came back from America after being evacuated there for six years, coming home to British as a teenaged girl and finding her real family much different than she had remembered. The book wasn't that good, but the idea fascinates me. I'd love to write a book about an evacuee... firstly, how she copes with leaving, secondly how she copes with her new American Family, and thirdly about going back and coping with the changes in her real family, as an older and more mature girl. I'm going to do this one day, and make it as fat as Gone with the Wind. Wouldn't that be thrilling?



A story about a lady who falls in love with someone, not realising he's a prince
Alright, I must say this idea doesn't originally come from my brain - there's a Christmassy Hallmark movie with that same idea (starring Jane Seymour as the pince's mother, Emma), but still - I want to try this one day. I recently stayed up really late imagining how I would react if I suddenly were as famous as Kate Middleton, and I think it would be fun to write.

This one
I'm not writing this whole one in the title, because long subtitles look plain weird.
It's: 'a story about a young woman who's on her way to visit a random friend, loses her bag which had the money and phone and everything, and is completely lost in the city. She goes to a cold Church and spends the night there. In the morning a young man *cue squeals from the girls, because he looks like Dan Stevens* finds her, almost dead, carries her in his arms *I KNOW, RIGHT* and nurses her to health. He's a perfect gentleman, and she's a perfect lady, and they slowly fall in love.'
Don't steal this idea (or any of these others, thanks (unless it's a really unoriginal one, of course, like 'childhood friends who fall in love'), it's mine and I'm going to use it. Soon. It's just so sweet, even though I say so myself.

 
Just because.
 
Yeah.

To see if you like this...

Randomly nice picture
 
As you probably know, I never lack writing ideas. I started this new story recently, and I would like to know your opinions on it. This is the beginning, and I hope this is reader-approved.


Mrs Jimson was a lady who liked the colour green and had grey hair, dyed blonde. One Saturday morning, after she had made dinner in her red tiled kitchen, she called her son Martin. He wasn’t doing anything in particular, anyway. He was just lying on his bed, using his old Winnie-the-Pooh-Bear for a cushion, and staring at his Coca Cola poster which he had stuck on the ceiling. She thought it was about time for him to do some proper things. That particular ‘proper thing’, needed to be three things:

-       Educational

-       Time-consuming

-       With a purpose.

She and her husband, a man who looked like a Goldfinch, had talked this over the day before, in their bed with the orange flowered eiderdown, and had finally been able to think of one. It took a long time to think of, because Mr and Mrs Jimson had never been the cleverest people. But they had managed to find something which was both educational, time-consuming and which had a purpose. It was educational because it involved writing, time-consuming because it had to be done once every two days (or so they would tell him) and it had a purpose because it involved getting to know a person he knew nothing of.

Martin Jimson was going to have a pen friend.

‘A pen friend?’ asked Martin. ‘No. Sorry, but that’s the silliest notion – no. Don’t even think of it! I don’t even know this person! Why would I want to write stupid letters to it?’

‘He’s a nice boy called Michael Whrat. Your dads went to university together! They talked together on the phone yesterday evening, and it’s all settled. Every two days you will write a letter to this boy.’ Mrs Jimson smiled and then whispered. ‘Come on. I’ll be fun.’

Martin was stubborn, among other things, which included adoring sugar, never having less than one plaster somewhere on his body and telling people he didn’t enjoy things most people did. Being stubborn, he remained with that aforementioned attitude for several hours, even after Mrs Jimson threatened never to give him anything of her delicious banoffee pies for the rest of his life, which sounds like a promise she wouldn’t have kept. Mr Jimson told him Michael was looking forward to writing letters with him.

‘He’s not like me then,’ said Martin with a scowl. ‘Oh all right, all right. I’ll write letters to this stupid person, just so that mum will give me that last piece of banoffee pie – Mum, I said I would do it, can I now –’

So, with a big hefty sigh, Martin sat at his desk crowded with bits of school essay, cookie crumbs and a miniature statue of his least favourite actor, Charlie Chaplin, and started to write his first letter to the boy Michael Whrat, who he imagined was smaller and younger than him, blonde-haired, and ridiculously soppy. ‘Probably the kind of chump who enjoys placing scales on the piano,’ he said.

Hello Michael

My name is Martin and I’m ten years old. It’s absolute fright to write to you! Mum says I have to tell you about my favourite colour and all that. You don’t have to do the same, because I don’t really want to know anything about you. From the sound of your name alone I practically have to vomit. Please bear in mind during the rest of our lives that all the letters I write to you are all because I am forced with a threat of not having any banoffee pie for the rest of my life. None of these words I write to you are done with my hart. Right so, let get this over and done with so I can go and do something I actually enjoy. I don’t have a favourite colour and I don’t know what Mum means about ‘all that.’

Bye. Martin. x (Mum told me to add the x, or else it would certainly have not been there. Pip-pip.)

Martin read it over and thought about how nice he was about this whole situation. Then he put the letter in the envelope, licked it shut, and went downstairs to find something to eat so that the disgusting taste of envelope would get off his tongue. Martin was not having his best day. The following day, when he received a reply of his pen-friend (or rather, pen-enemy), did not vouchsafe to be much different.

Dear Martin, Your letter, although written with the intention of breaking me into the utmost tears and scaring me immensely – as it would have done with any cowardly person – amused me greatly. Your typo in the sixth line, however, never ceased to make me wince slightly whenever I thought back on it during the remainder of the day I had the honour of receiving your note. The word ‘heart’, when spelt without the second letter – thus happening to be an E in this case – can be mistaken by the word ‘hart,’ which is a male deer, my dear child. One must reread letters in order to overcome these little trifles. Nevertheless, for a boy as young as you, I must say your way of writing could be far worse, and therefore I shall overlook it cordially.

As you specifically asked for nothing whatsoever about myself, I dare say I shall stick to what I have written already and end hastily.

Yours, Theobald (I changed my name so you wouldn’t have to vomit. You’re excessively welcome, my dear boy, excessively welcome.)

Mother!?’ Martin crunched up his nose and stared at the letter. ‘Mother. What is this? How old this this Michael fellow? Sixty-two?’