The Word Cloud

This is a character in my new book. She is primerily a baddie but has good intentions. I have posted this because-
1. Do you think she is a good character?
2.(More importantly) Do you think I have put enough detail into planning this character?

Name: Bella Woodrow

Age: 29

Face: The first thing you noticed about Bella Woodrow was her eye. They were the colour of blood and when she looked at you felt the desire to reveal all of your most inner secrets.

Hair: Her black hair hung over the left half of her face, causing an air of mystique but yet emphasising her beauty.

Clothing: She wore a long scarlet red dress which would shimmer in the moon light but not in sun light. Adorning this dress was a corset of the same colour and grandeur as the dress.

Build: She was quite thin and had very pale skin.

Personality: She loved everything dark and was obsesses with history. When she found out that her ancestors were a long line of mystics and sorcerers she was able to begin to tap into her own magical abilities and discovered that she was a gifted prophet.

Ambitions: She never really had any ambitions before her discovery but now she wants to find the life runes to go back in time and save her 14x great grandmother from being executed.

Relationships: She is in love with a man called Alexander Goss. He is also obsess with magic but has no magical ancestors like Bella and so is not as powerful as she is.

Ok Ive been tidying my room and these are 10 of the strangest things I have found-

*A packet of crisps which went out of date in the year 2005!
*My sisters barbies head from around 10 years ago! 
*A fake scar I found in my T-Shirt draw.
*My sisters best friends adress I found in my writing pile.
 *Vin's 'Men with Mustaches' magazine!
*A weird picture (of me!)drawn by my cousin when she was a baby (around 5 years ago). 
*A John Barrowman CD!
*3 Bibles!
*A bicycle tire pump.
*A fork found in my old trainers.

So there you have it; dont enter my room without a hazard suit and a gas mask! 

 Today my grandma (who has been suffering with altzimers for many years) has finally moved into a home. Not that I wanted her to move into one; in fact the complete oposite.
  Shes only 65 and shes living in a home! Poor nan.

 Im writing this blog to ask: 'Is it normal to feel guilty when your gran gets sent to a home?'.
Because I cannot stop thinking about her and I keep worrying it was too early. 

Since its the holz I thought id update what im gunna be doing so you know when to expect  me onlin.

Week 1- Nothing

Week 2- Nothing

Week 3- Nothing

Week 4- Nothing

Week 5- Nothing

Week 6- Well I was going to do.... Nothing.

Week 7- And to round off the holz... Nothing.

Arnt Summer Holdiays a great idea!

(Sorry its a bit dodgy! Its what happens when you copy and paste! grr!)

She sat there, alone in the room. Not caring about the ringing phone, but wanting the person on the other end to somehow stop her.                                                                                                                                       Am I really gunna do this?                                                                                                                                    Her head hurt. So many thoughts, so little time left to decide. If only someone could stop her.          Surly I’m not going to do this!                                                                                                                                   She looked across the room at the rope resting upon an old stool.                                                              This is it.                                                                                                                                                                    She stood up; the phone still ringing.                                                                                                                   Just do it. Get it over with.                                                                                                                                    She was confused and alone; a lethal combination.                                                                                           No one would care. Especially mum and dad.... and Mike.                                                                              She grabbed the rope with both hands; stretching it to test its strength.                                                       If I’m gunna do this I’d better do it properly.                                                                                                          She put one foot on the stool. But she couldn’t move; she couldn’t complete this hellish task. Her eyes now full of tears she stepped down.                                                                                                         Don’t be stupid. You can’t do this.                                                                                                                            But as she turned around to answer the persistent phone she caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror. She looked again; staring at her reflection. Still holding the rope, she turned back to the stool.                                                        Do it. Just do it.                                                                                                                                                             She put one foot on the stool.                                                                                                                                       Yes thats right. You can do this.                                                                                                                                                   She put her second foot onto the stool and tied the rope to the fan on the roof.                                             You can do this.                                                                                                                                                               As she tied the rope into a noose, she started to cry.                                                                                           Don’t be a fool. Just do it! DO IT!                                                                                                

  A few minutes later her body was hanging from the ceiling. Limp and cold. She could not have any more second thoughts.                                                                                                                                        Finally the answer machine of the phone read its message to the called; she had been meaning to get it fixed.                                                                                                                                                                 “...leave your message after the tone.”  [[Beep]]                                                                                                   A pause.                                                                                                                                                                            “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. It was just a joke; your bum could never look big in anything. Not that its too small... I mea...”                                                                                                              The man sighs.                                                                                                                                                                    “I love you Michelle. I love you more than you could ever imagine. In fact I was going to ask you something today. I was going to wait till I saw you again, but if it could save our relationship then I’ll try now. Michelle I want to... I love yo... Could you...”                                                                                           Another sigh.                                                                                                                                                                   “I want to marry you Michelle. There I said it..... Please call back. I really do love you. You know that... right?”                                                                                                                      
This is NOT real. These are NOT my thoughts and feelings. Its just a story I made up. I know what some of you are like, so dont worry! :D