The cover of “The Time Chamber” says that it is a “Magical Story and Coloring Book.” I may have been a bit skeptical but I was definitely more curious. How does one make a magical storytelling coloring book?
“The Time Chamber” is a coloring book by Daria Song that tells the story of a fairy who wants to see what is going on beyond her home. This is one of the most beautiful, whimsical coloring books ever created.
It’s so beautiful that I’m almost afraid to color in it. I could spend all day looking at the cover though because it’s shiny. This book will be given to someone who has an assortment of coloring tools ready to color all over everything. Coloring is supposed to be relaxing, right?! Let the coloring therapy begin!
I hope that I switch my blog over to a self-hosting site. Today, I signed up for the site. Now I just have to transfer two years worth of posts. It sounds overwhelming, right?!
I also hope to get to 50,000 words with my novel. Nanawrimo is almost over. There is no way I will make the deadline but I still want to finish. My word count today was 9200. It is further than I thought I would get, especially after spending most of the month not being able to sit at the computer for an hour.
It would also be nice if I could pick stuff off of the floor again. It has been like Hansel and Gretel at my house. My boyfriend can find me by the trail of stuff that I can’t pick up.
There were many cups of coffee left unfinished. It is a new world with a different diet that is not coffee-friendly.
There was laundry.
There was time spent putting together outfits for imaginary outings. In reality, i just started to wear pants again this week.
There was some singing in the car. 4 Part harmony yo. Not really but there were 4 people singing to the same song. The best time ever.
There were more movies. Top three: The Monument Men, Wild and Guardians of the Galaxy.
There was a conversation about Darth Vader with my youngest. It took several minutes to clarify that his name is not Dark Fader and the movie is not called “Star Lord.” I feel a “Star Wars” marathon coming on soon.
“The Lady of Shalott! The Lady of Shalott!!” It’s the Lady of Shalott! Someone help her! Help!!”
I woke up to this wild-haired man yelling about the Lady of Shalott. I couldn’t tell if I was dreaming or not. We were at a lake. I was laying in an old fishing boat.
The boat was in need of a paint job and a thorough cleaning. I was hoping that I wasn’t làying in fish guts. I didn’t think so? It was hard for me to tell because I could barely keep my eyes open. The boat had the usual fishing gear – fishing poles, tackle boxes. There were those green fishing nets and a few fishing cages. I’m not sure if they are really called fish cages. I think fishermen put the fish in the cages until they are ready for whatever comes next.
The man was running along the shore. He looked a little possessed. Finally, he ran into the water as fast as he could. He was trying to get to the boat. It’s difficult for him to keep such a quick pace in the water. The poor guy looked as frantic as his untamed locks. He looks like Albert Einstein -interesting but not insane. His crooked glasses were about to fall off from all of the sweat running down his face. I wished that I could have helped him but I was not in a position to help anyone.
I was wearing this beautiful white sundress with a crocheted back. Well, it used to be white but now it’s something else. I would have been really stunning, except for being dirty from laying in fishing boat. Not to mention that there was blood – from me, I think. I can’t tell where it came from. My head is killing me so the chances are good that I have a head wound.
My shoes are missing, which does not seem like a big deal right now. Stepping on a fishing lure is the least of my worries. Shoes would still be nice to have.
The only thing that I knew was that I wasn’t in the boat because I wanted to go fishing.
Unfortunately, I did not see the Lady of Shalott or Lancelot or anyone from Camelot because I passed out.
It’s possible that I was the lady. Poor lady.
Let me preface this whole post by saying: My kid is going to love me. It’s possible that two or even three of my kids will love me. I mean they will love this book.
The book review gods have blessed me with a book about doodling, “Doodletopia Cartoons” by Christopher Hart.
I’m not a doodler per se but I have two or even three children that dabble in doodling. This book is easy enough for my kids, who are 11 and 7, to follow.
Hart uses humor to relate to the soon-to-be doodler. You’ll think, “Oh this is funny. I can make a rabbit and dress him up like a pirate too.” My personal favorite is the angry waitress. I think it would be fun to dress her up like a pirate. Since I have this book, I can dress all of the characters like a pirate or a superhero. There are so many options. Are there pirate superheroes? I think it’s possible now.
There is also a section on lettering. It could come in handy if anyone is into scrapbooking or card making.
The point is that I really enjoy this book. I’m pretty sure that I’m going to have to find a better hiding spot. My middle kid always finds the Christmas gift hiding spots. It is probably because I don’t hide things very well.
This is the drawing that I did today. Cleopatra sort of looks like a superhero, doesn’t she?
*I received this book from Blogging for Books in exchange for doing a review. It doesn’t mean I don’t love this book.*
This week, I’ve read a few really great posts about things going on in the world. So I’m over here not telling you anything important or exciting. Funny, maybe.
My neighbor’s dog is a jerk. A greedy little bastard that doesn’t want me to go into my house or see my kid sit on the steps of our house.
The last time that the neighbor’s dog came over, the owners came to retrieve it. Two owners and my boyfriend were trying to catch the dog in our yard. It was hilarious. I’m so glad that they didn’t see me laughing hysterically, while I watched from the kitchen. This is why I haven’t put curtains up yet. I’m just waiting for something else to happen.
The other night it was barking at us while we sat in the car. He wanted to bite us and nip at our feet. It’s what he does.
I tried to call my boyfriend but that didn’t work. The dog ran away for a minute and I made a break for it. I can’t say that I ran. I did walk briskly.
Of course, I could not find the keys.
And of course, the little jerk came back and had me cornered on my own steps.
So what else could I do but bang on the door and yell for the boyfriend? Nothing. I didn’t want to kick it exactly. I was ready to swing my purse at it if it got any closer.
The kid was watching. Besides that it wouldn’t be right to kick that little bastard back onto it’s own porch. Right? Right.
Times like this makes me miss our old neighbor, the rooster. Yeah, it crowed all day but it never chased us or marked it’s territory in our yard.
Sorry that I don’t have any pictures. I was too busy shooing the dog away to take a picture.