I HATE when I haven't written anything in forever. But, I have lots to tell. :D
One is that while I wasn't writing on here I was conjuring up the ideas for my very first novel, which will be entitled 'Home-Grown Tomatoes.' I'm really, really excited about it, and I'll be you updated and maybe give you excerpts to look at as I go along. It's so odd, but I'm working really hard on like every sentence, and treating the people as people, rather than fictional means thought up in my cranium. I'm just questioning myself constantly, like "would they really say that?" I love it.
Another is that I'll be going to the 789 gathering in New York City this summer :D Which is awesome. And by then, I'm hoping to come up with enough money to get the camera I want. (which is high unlikely, But I'm going to try.) If anyone knows how I can come up with money for a new camera, let me know. I'm stumped.
Now that the scary busy times of March are over, I'll finally be able to focus on normal things again, like chatting to strangers on the internet and dressing up for the camera. And posting on here much for often, of coursee. I actually wanted to post a peice of writing, if that was cool. xD
This is the feather that belongs
to a troubled samaritan, given to
them by their Great
grandmother, who was a famous
prostitute in her younger Days.
She came across this feather when meeting her husband,
a Growing
drug dealer. It was sitting on a shelf
In a dusty bar, shining A New
life on their tragic, dubius tales.
Sitting on that shelf, and traveling the Journey
it did, this feather recieved And
exchanged it's stories.
It is, in retrospect, Recreating
The same tale
Over and over, sharing Life
And incredulous excitement with us all.
You can read it all together, or just the italic part. :D I'm going to go now and write more things, plus burn cd's. Bai.
<3.
