Happy Holidays my dear fans! What’s up? Not a lot of stuff has been happening. I’ve just been writing and such. I put up a chapter of my new book in “Different Story Chapters”. Also, you should check the “About E.A. Woods” because I added more to it. So, how are you guys doing? There’s nothing much really to chat about. Oh, I remember now. Yesterday we were at the mall. My mom and I walked into a pet shop that had adorable dogs and puppies. We have a puppy of our own. Her name is Tiger Lily and she is a Shih Tzu. We call her Tiger. Anyway, we were in there and we saw a tiny Shih Tzu that was just like my dog; lots of personality and a sneezer. I fell in love with her the moment I saw her. My mom did too. The guy working there took her out for us and we got to play with her. Gosh, I loved her. But money is tough so of course we couldn’t get her. We had an idea though. We are going to start a puppy fund and save up money! So far, we have $125.75! Yup, we are doing pretty well.

Have a Great Holiday,
E.A. Woods

It’s All Very Clear
E.A. Woods

Chapter One
Pig Soup

Being the daughter of Queen Ijago and King Isma, I was destined to be the most beautiful and powerful ruler of my secret Asian kingdom. Exactly thirteen bodyguards were hired to guard me as I walked throughout my land, seven were to walk with me through the castle, and three stood by me as I slept. And those were hired before I was even born. Everybody was excited about the birth of the princess.
The day came with a great gusto and there was fermentation here and there. Practically an army was outside the hospital door. But, instead of the elated cries from the delivery room, there were shouts of awe and horror. Yes, I came out healthy with all my legs and arms and body parts, but I had one… creative difference. My skin wasn’t like most people. Actually, it was one of a kind. Even I don’t dare look at it now. You see, my skin was… well… not invisible and not milk white, but clear. All my skin was see-through. I heard a rumor that someone in the hospital room got sick when they saw it.
My mother, Queen Ijago, almost fainted. Immediately, a flood of doctors, plastic skin surgeons, and nurses, filled the room. They worked all day and all night, all day and all night, until they fixed my skin! Well, just my head. My head was now a normal tan like-Caucasian like color. The rest of my skin was still clear. The doctors and plastic skin surgeons said that it would be impossible for me to have the rest of my skin be colored. So, my mother and father dressed me in long, formal clothing that covered every inch of my body, except my face because it was normal. For the rest of my life, it was fate for me to be a freak.

My hair, which reminded me of a charred walnut, was up in a traditional bun. I had lived through nine years of my life already, living with my “imperfection”. But, it would be ten today. My birthday was today and I was going to have the biggest celebration ever. My father had organized the whole thing; first I would sit on a throne (made out of solid gold) and everyone from around would give me presents even if they were a poor peasant person, after that I would have my own gigantic feast full of treats and lovely meals, then, the last thing on the list was for me to fall asleep in a bed of silk under a small tent.
This was all tradition. The weirdest one, to me, is the one where I sleep on silk while under a tiny tent outside, all night. It was something my ancestors made up; it’s supposed to symbolize becoming an older girl.
The tenth, fourteenth, and twentieth birthdays are the biggest in my village.
“Hello Princess Ara Mayu Ram’i. Are you excited for today?” asked my friend, Lasli. She is a year younger than me and helps me get ready for formal events.
“Oh, I’m feeling wontastic and fanderful!” I said, straightening the flower in my air. Lasli sneered.
“Lasli! How dare you…” but then I started chuckling as well. “I meant I am fantastic and wonderful. Sorry to yell at you.”
“You shouldn’t be saying sorry, my princess. I should be apologizing for laughing at your mistake,” she said. I nervously looked into the mirror, trying to perfect my look. Lasli reached out a gentle hand and smoothed my silk dress. It was a dark royal blue with small blooming blossoms.
“Ah, thank you,” I said. She poked me in the back. I gave a small laugh and poked her on the hip. Next thing I know, we were poking and laughing and tearing and doing all that stuff.
“Lasli, stop…” was my muffled cry. She didn’t seem to hear me. Lasli kept ripping my dress.
All of a sudden, she somehow exposed my arm. Lasli stopped everything she was doing and stared, like someone would do when in a trance.
“Lasli…” I murmured, not being able to stop the tears. The sadness turned into a ball of anger inside me.
“LASLI!” She seemed so small and meek, but I couldn’t stop my anger. I balled my hands into a fist and gritted my teeth. Lasli’s eyes widened.
“I-I… I really… am sorry…” Lasli whispered.
“You, I just can’t believe it! Get out! Don’t come back! You’re not welcome!” I bellowed, trying not to look at my own… uh… disturbing arm. Lasli broke out in tears, kneeling on the floor and pleading.
“But you know me. I’m your best friend…” she sobbed. I looked away from Lasli and shook her off my foot.
“What are you talking about? I don’t know you,” I said, and with that I shooed her out my bedroom and closed the door.
I had to do what I had to do, even if that meant Lasli was going to go back to being with her poor mother and father. No one was allowed to see my skin, except my mother and father. I dressed alone with body guards outside my door. Lasli was only there to help be with makeup and fixing my clothing, not to see my flaw. Quickly, I switched from the torn dress I had to a new one.
After Lasli had finally stopped yelling and banging on the door and left, I crept outside my room. My father saw me and smiled.
“Hello Ara. We’ve been looking all over for you. Come downstairs. Big feast,” he said, in his heavy Chinese accent. I nodded and walked down the stairs, making my steps more graceful to please the crowd.
A roar of applause came when I entered the dining room, along with a couple nods of approval. Clusters of children reached out to try to touch my glistening dress, which looked even prettier than the first. It was a soft ruby red with swirls of a milky white on it. My face was heavily powdered and my hair was slicked back with a goopy hair gel.
“Ara, Ara, Ara!” everyone chanted. I was so flattered that my face was as red as my dress. My mother beckoned to me. I saw the solid gold throne next to her. Gracefully, I walked to the chair and sat down. Ow, it is uncomfortable I thought to myself.
All of a sudden, the crowd was silent. A small girl came up to my throne. It pained me to look at her face because it reminded me of Lasli.
Silently, she bowed her head and put a brightly painted vase at my feet. I “oohed and awed” at it’s prettiness to show that I liked it. I put both my hands up in the air, which was a sign of thanks in my land. She did the same and scurried away, not being able to hold a straight face.
Five men came to me, all with a small trinket. One had a whistle, another had a pouch of marbles, another had a journal, the shortest of them had gloves, and the last had a bottle of sparkling water. I repeated the same sign of thanks to them as I had to the little girl. They bowed and walked away.
This went on for hours, everyone coming to give me a present. I loved all, even the one that a four year old boy had brought. It was just a piece of rotted bark with glitter all over it.
Finally, it was over. Now, it was time for the feast.
My parents led me into a room full of jewels and riches. Only I, and some loyal servants, was to be in that room. Everyone else waited outside in anticipation. Servants came with platters of everything; oatmeal bread, apple yogurt pie, red potato french-fries, a small bird with a mild cinnamon salsa in the middle, and, my favorite, pig soup. Pig soup is a luscious blend of low fat milk broth and bites of pig and green bell peppers mixed up. To top it off, they always add a bit of nutmeg. My county is famous for its foods, which seem to be “exotic” to some people but are completely normal to me.
The day before and of your tenth birthday, you don’t eat, but you can drink water. The reason of that is that there is so much food.
I had finished a loaf of oatmeal bread and three bowls of pig soup before twenty minutes passed. The whole feast lasts for an hour.
I stuffed a couple of red potato french-fries in my mouth. Three different types of drinks were at the table. My favorite was the raspberry juice, but I also liked the guava cider and coconut milk. I nibbled on the tiny bird and a bit of apple yogurt pie. Guava cider trickled from my mouth.
“Princess, your feast is… over… right about… now,” said a servant. He gently picked me up in his arms and set me down on the ground. I smiled and bowed, gliding across the floor and out into the ballroom where everyone was waiting. My father was standing by a podium, getting ready to say something.
“Welcome. Princess now do last tradition. She go and sleep in silk!” announced my father. Everyone cheered and stared at me. I blushed, like I had about six other times. The doors that led outside were opened and a gale of wind flew in. Pots and pans were knocked down and people held onto each other.
“My apologies,” said another servant. My mother and father took my hand, leading me outside. There, standing was the tent. I got on my knees and crawled in. It was snug, but at least the silk was soft. I laid down and fell into a peaceful slumber, people crowding around my tent. Oh gosh.

So, I had an idea. Since I don’t have writer’s block too often, I thought I could make the Writer’s Block Palace. When I have writer’s block, I come on here and post it. Then you guys, the fans of E.A. Woods, can come on and see me when I am in desperate need of help! And, of course, you can help me. Make sure to come here often so you guys know when I have writer’s block.

Merry Christmas (and Happy Holidays),
E.A. Woods

Hi everyone! So, I haven’t been on my account for ever. I started a new year of school and it’s been real hard for me to come on and juggle homework and all that. I hope you all forgive me. So, I have been working quite a while on a book called The Beader. It definitely needs a lot of work so I won’t be posting it yet, not until it has been fully corrected. But, luckily, I am working on another book that I have decided to post on here. As you can see, I sort of deleted some past posts. I am trying to start new and trying to catch up and make up for all the months I wasn’t on. It would be great if you guys corrected and helped me with the book I am posting. And, now since that’s over, I wanted to say a bit of what has been going on. My sister is going off to college so my whole family is kind of freaking out. I love her to death and will be so sad when she leaves. We are really excited for Christmas day and for my two week break! I’ll make sure to come on line and keep you all posted!

Keep on Writin’,
E.A. Woods

Dear E.A. Woods Readers,

I have been having the most trerrible writer’s block! I haven’t been able to write anything! Could some of my readers post some book ideas in the Book Ideas section? I am so very sorry… excuse my terrible writing block.

- A sad E.A. Woods

Hi everyone! I had an idea a couple days ago. Why not let you guys post book ideas up here? It would be a lot of fun for me! I hope you have ideas to post!

-E.A. Woods.

Hi everyone! I’m E.A. Woods! To learn more about me, go to the button at the top that says “About E.A. Woods”. Then, it will sort of show a bit of me.