As you almost certainly know, November is National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo. I'm going to attempt it for the second time, and hopefully getting a little farther than last year. I didn't quite hit six thousand out of fifty.
I'm considering posting what I like about mine on to here. There's only two of you and you never comment, so that'll be good, right? :p
I kid, I kid.
Anyway, I'm doing an extended version of this.
So,yes! It's not going to really be about Justin and Libby- it'll be about the whole group, with a focus on the mother.
Oh, and it will be in a shared journal form. They're going to try to preserve their story and- well, yeah. It'll be cool.
Psst, both of you fine ladies should endeavor, if college or whatever you do isn't eating your brains. Yep.
Bye!
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Dear Everyone,
I...never post anything anywhere.
Did you notice? What started out as my emo blog didn't last long, seeing as I'm kind of a ray of sunshine. I'd like to say this is unfortunate, but it really isn't.
I feel that I should probably post something here, but I'm not sure what.
So, after flipping through Google Docs, here's something I feel may never have seen the pasty glow of the internet.
There is nothing more perfect than this moment.
The room is dark, your hair is getting in my way and the edge of my dresser is digging into my hip, but I don't let it distract me. I stand on my tiptoes- not because I need to but because it makes me feel happy- as our lips work in time, moving to a rhythm just for me and you. You shift your weight forward as your arm slips into the small of my back and you begin to press harder, epitomizing what every second of every day should feel like.
God, I love you. I love you and I love life, my parents, this house, who I am, everything about everyone I love. I never want anything to change and I want the universe to go on pause- my life frozen into the same delicious span of months.
I've never wanted anything I couldn't have so badly before and for a moment I wonder if this is what it's like to be you.
Did you notice? What started out as my emo blog didn't last long, seeing as I'm kind of a ray of sunshine. I'd like to say this is unfortunate, but it really isn't.
I feel that I should probably post something here, but I'm not sure what.
So, after flipping through Google Docs, here's something I feel may never have seen the pasty glow of the internet.
There is nothing more perfect than this moment.
The room is dark, your hair is getting in my way and the edge of my dresser is digging into my hip, but I don't let it distract me. I stand on my tiptoes- not because I need to but because it makes me feel happy- as our lips work in time, moving to a rhythm just for me and you. You shift your weight forward as your arm slips into the small of my back and you begin to press harder, epitomizing what every second of every day should feel like.
God, I love you. I love you and I love life, my parents, this house, who I am, everything about everyone I love. I never want anything to change and I want the universe to go on pause- my life frozen into the same delicious span of months.
I've never wanted anything I couldn't have so badly before and for a moment I wonder if this is what it's like to be you.
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