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Susan asks…

Good gift for 1 year old baby girl?

I'd like to buy a gift for a relative's baby girl who's turning 1 soon. They're wealthy, so they have mostly everything, which is why it's hard to shop for them. But anywho, something more then $100 but less than $200. I've thought of jewelry, but we bought her bangles already so.. Also thought of a very pretty musical waterglobe, but kinda not so appropriate for her age.. an adorable toy chest, but kinda don't want to buy her something that will be difficult to return (plus, I dont know her room decor, except that it's white). I don't really want to buy her clothes because we always do anyway, and we just recently bought her a rocking horse. Any ideas?

admin answers:

I think the water globe idea is very cute. It would be something you could add to each year. A nice start to a very tasteful collection you could get her a new one each year on her birthday.

Other cool collection ideas
Precious Moments
Mini Tea sets
Cherished Teddies
Madam Alexander Dolls

There are also a lot of cool wall art items you can buy with a child's name. My kids each have one in their room and they are just a nice addition to any bed room.

Http://www.lettersandcritters.com/

http://www.wardskids.com/wdkids/prod_display1.asp?Product=100522&clktru=1

http://www.ababy.com/data/name-plaques-1.html

http://www.babybrowns.com/category.aspx?categoryID=320&gclid=CNb9prjP4pECFQKRgwodZAiPfQ

Donald asks…

need help/Inspiration/opinions/suggestions etc. about my story?

I'm 15 and I write a lot, but I've never followed through with an entire book. i like how this is going though and I wasn't to follow through with it. be brutal, please. Don't be scared by how long it looks, it reads easy.
Oh, and the 1st chapter is in my last question if you're interested.





Mae’s car was a low-end Mercedes from the early nineties, a real piece of work. It was painted some kind of grimy turquoise with grey paneling. The leather seats were worn and ripped in parts, and it took about five tries to get the old thing to start. With all of this aside, I couldn’t have appreciated it more. It got us where we had to go, just like it always had. Every ding had a back-story, and to go through them all would take days. We hopped inside and started to drive.

My house sat on the outskirts of Sedona, in small residential neighborhood with dull Mexican-style housing. The Red Rocks towered off in the distance, disillusioned and unextrordinary. When you see something enough times it always loses its luster, even living in the Taj Mahal would lose its appeal eventually.

We drove down 40, past Winona and Winslow, getting our last looks at the kitschy shops and earthy restaurants. I would miss the lentil burgers from Sam’s and the geoids from the crystal shop downtown, but I had to move on, and I had to do it now or I never would.
We drove until Sanders, and by then we were on a clear path out of the whole damn state. Our eyes had begun drooping back in Holbrook, and we finally had to admit defeat. We pulled into a roadside motel, advertising rooms for $40 a night.
“If this place gives me tetanus,” Mae grumbled and she scanned the parking lot, “you’re paying for my hospital stay.”
The check-in building was hardly more than a glorified shack, the wooden door hung precariously on its worn hinges, opening and closing in the slight breeze. I pushed it open hesitantly.
The inside was decked out in cliché western décor; cheap horse statues, plasticy green carpet, and potted cacti. Behind a stretching wood desk a wizened old man stood over a bulky monitor. He looked up suddenly as we walked in, his eyes shamelessly looking us up and down.
“We’d like a room” I stated dryly.
“What parts ya girls from? What ya’ll doing out at this time a night?”
“Just a room, please” Mae hissed.
The man took the hint, quickly busying himself with checking us in on his outdated computer.
As we turned to walk to out of room, his voice piped up timidly,
“You know, if you gals gave me a little peek you could stay for free.”
We spun around in unison. My hands clenched at my sides and my voice came out in a hoarse, strained whisper.
“I don’t think that will be happening, sir.”
My reaction startled him. His mouth snapped shut, and he looked awkwardly down at his feet as Mae and I left.

I began to strip the bed sheets as soon as I entered the room. Mae dropped down onto the edge of the mattress and looked at me for a while, her eyes were tired but her full lips were parted with interest, as if she had something to say but didn’t know how to approach it.
“Elle,” she began, finally. “I’m glad we did this, but. Well, where are we going? Do we know what we’re doing? I mean, we don’t even have a road map”
The usually collected, laid-back Mae began to breathe heavily, her eyes becoming frantic and concerned. I rushed over and put my hand firmly on her shoulder.
“We’re gonna drive to New York and we can start a new life. We can work our way up. We can be so much more.”
She said nothing, but I could feel her body relax, and her eyes grow tired once again. I stood there a moment longer, then added as an afterthought,
“I promise.”
I flicked off the lights and we fell asleep, fully clothed, shoes on and everything.

admin answers:

You are an amazing writer. I've read tons of books and half of them is crap compared to yours.

Ken asks…

Random chapter from my novel-what do you think?

 
Mae’s car was a low-end Mercedes from the early nineties, a real piece of work. It was painted some kind of grimy turquoise with grey paneling. The leather seats were worn and ripped in parts, and it took about five tries to get the old thing to start. With all of this aside, I couldn’t have appreciated it more. It got us where we had to go, just like it always had. Every ding had a back-story, and to go through them all would take days. We hopped inside and started to drive.
 
My house sat on the outskirts of Sedona, in small residential neighborhood with dull Mexican-style housing. The Red Rocks towered off in the distance, disillusioned and unextrordinary. When you see something enough times it always loses its luster, even living in the Taj Mahal would lose its appeal eventually. 
 
We drove down 40, past Winona and Winslow, getting our last looks at the kitschy shops and earthy restaurants. I would miss the lentil burgers from Sam’s and the geoids from the crystal shop downtown, but I had to move on, and I had to do it now or I never would.
We drove until Sanders, and by then we were on a clear path out of the whole damn state. Our eyes had begun drooping back in Holbrook, and we finally had to admit defeat. We pulled into a roadside motel, advertising rooms for $40 a night.
“If this place gives me tetanus,” Mae grumbled and she scanned the parking lot, “you’re paying for my hospital stay.”
The check-in building was hardly more than a glorified shack, the wooden door hung precariously on its worn hinges, opening and closing in the slight breeze. I pushed it open hesitantly.
The inside was decked out in cliché western décor; cheap horse statues, plasticy green carpet, and potted cacti. Behind a stretching wood desk a wizened old man stood over a bulky monitor. He looked up suddenly as we walked in, his eyes shamelessly looking us up and down.
“We’d like a room” I stated dryly.
“What parts ya girls from? What are ya’ll doing out at this time a night?”
“Just a room, please” Mae hissed.
The man took the hint, quickly busying himself with checking us in on his outdated computer.
As we turned to walk to out of room, his voice piped up timidly,
“You know, if you gals gave me a little peek you could stay for free.”
We spun around in unison. My hands clenched at my sides and my voice came out in a hoarse, strained whisper.
“I don’t think that will be happening, sir.”
My reaction startled him. His mouth snapped shut, and he looked awkwardly down at his feet as Mae and I left.




Constructive criticism please, but don't be nasty. I'm only 15 so it's not going to be perfect:)

admin answers:

You're really good, especially with letting the characters' personalities be exposed naturally

Laura asks…

Do you like my writing?

My house sat on the outskirts of Sedona, in small residential neighborhood with dull Mexican-style housing. The Red Rocks towered off in the distance, disillusioned and unextrordinary. When you see something enough times it always loses its luster, even living in the Taj Mahal would lose its appeal eventually. 
 
We drove down 40, past Winona and Winslow, getting our last looks at the kitschy shops and earthy restaurants. I would miss the lentil burgers from Sam’s and the geoids from the crystal shop downtown, but I had to move on, and I had to do it now or I never would.
We drove until Sanders, and by then we were on a clear path out of the whole damn state. Our eyes had begun drooping back in Holbrook, and we finally had to admit defeat. We pulled into a roadside motel, advertising rooms for $40 a night.
“If this place gives me tetanus,” Mae grumbled and she scanned the parking lot, “you’re paying for my hospital stay.”
The check-in building was hardly more than a glorified shack, the wooden door hung precariously on its worn hinges, opening and closing in the slight breeze. I pushed it open hesitantly.
The inside was decked out in cliché western décor; cheap horse statues, plasticy green carpet, and potted cacti. Behind a stretching wood desk a wizened old man stood over a bulky monitor. He looked up suddenly as we walked in, his eyes shamelessly looking us up and down.
“We’d like a room” I stated dryly.
“What parts ya girls from? What are ya’ll doing out at this time a night?”
“Just a room, please” Mae hissed.
The man took the hint, quickly busying himself with checking us in on his outdated computer.
As we turned to walk to out of room, his voice piped up timidly,
“You know, if you gals gave me a little peek you could stay for free.”
We spun around in unison. My hands clenched at my sides and my voice came out in a hoarse, strained whisper.
“I don’t think that will be happening, sir.”
My reaction startled him. His mouth snapped shut, and he looked awkwardly down at his feet as Mae and I left.

admin answers:

Perhaps giving us a different section from ur story this one seems to be a bit on the boring part.
Good setting though.

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