Reflection on 09'

Looking back on 2009, it was a not such a fun year. I had a lot of trouble with school, something that was very new to me because I used to love school. I didn’t pass my AP exam, ouch, and I also had so much writer’s block I wanted to pound my head into a wall a thousand times over. It wasn’t a great year, maybe a good year but if that’s the case it barely the cut off.

There were good things about 2009, I did make it through 10th grade in one piece, though I still have nightmares about it, I went to Backspace for a second time and learned even more about how to go about getting published. I learned the hard way, which is sometimes the best way, how to go about getting published and how to not go about doing it. I got plenty of rejections for my first novel, with good reason it sucked, and realized some of my short comings as a writer. My amazing friend Sara got an agent, and I couldn’t be more thrilled for her (seriously ask her, she still gets emails smothered in exclamation points) and also filled with hope that it can happen. And I started this blog, by far one of the best things I could have done, because not only have I found support here on the blogsphere, I’ve also made many a new writer friend. And coming from a town where writers are lacking, that’s a big step, a good big step. Thanks you guys :), for everything.

Oh and I adopted these two adorable little boys, named Finnegan and McAllister the best babies in the world, despite the fact that they cry at all hours of the night, have sharp nails, think that they are dogs and have decided that they want to go outside, (to my horror) despite the hawk that is three times their size and eats kitties. They have yet to successfully escape *knocks on wood*. Here is a picture of their cuteness, time two.



Mac is on the left, and Finn is on the right. They are so cute!

So in light of the fact that ’09 was a bad year for me, I’ve resolved to make sure that 2010 is eons better. I will make it better. A new ‘look at the glass half full’ mentality.
Resolutions for 2010:

-Finish a WIP
-Finish He’s With Me
-Edit
-Edit
-Edit
-Edit
-Do research for Glass Heart
-Finish Glass Heart
-Edit
-Edit
-Edit
-Find a Crit. Group
-Get into College
-Get through Jr. Year
-Read, over 100 books
-Pass AP exams (with flying colors)
-Give Kittens baths
-Work on stepping out of my comfort zone.
-Work on stepping out of my comfort zone.
-Query until my fingers bleed (after finishing
And editing obviously)
-And get a job (ick)

And my one goal, well that depends on all the other stuff on this list:
Get an agent.

Now that may not happen, and then there is always 2011, and the years to follow, but it is still my goal, my dream.

So a Happy New Year to all! I hope all your aspirations, and plans and resolutions are met, or come true. Have a nice night!

Merry Christmas!

Just poping in to say Merry Christmas, or Merry Christmas Eve, because it is still the 24th here, but whatever. I hope everyone has a nice holiday! ^__^

Kiss Of Life

Here is my kissing scene, posted just before midnight. I barely made it. But I made it. And it is way longer than some of the others but I'm sleepy and...yeah. So some background, this is from my most current WIP as visible in my sidebar. My MC's Ashlyn and Declan are crossing a river, during a rainstorm because they have to get to the other side to find shelter they are still in enemy territory after all and that is dangerous. Of course they are arguing as they always do, and things get a little out of hand. And that was an awful description.

It is a smidge long , and I guess isn't exactly a kissing scene but well she was breathing life into him and they don't exactly have any lovey dove-y kiss-y moments...yet. And hey there was lip to lip action going on. Besides its her actions that are really more important here, and I still have to get out all the kinks and make it seem like she's struggling a little more because I just wrote this...but I digress... So yep here is my contribution to the kissing blog day thingamagig. Which by the way is an awesome idea.

Edit: I looked this over, on Tuesday, and did a little tightening and adding, so I am much happier with this piece now that I am no longer half asleep.

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“Okay Ash, the water is moving faster here, watch your step.” His voice was kind, but the nickname hurt, just being near him hurt. They were waist deep in the water now, and it seemed as though the current was picking up speed as the rain fell harder.

“Don’t call me that.” Ashlyn snapped, Declan didn’t say anything, he just watched the river in front of him.

“Fine. But watch the next few steps. I promised your father I’d keep you safe and after five years—”

“Shut the hell up! You don’t know anything about the past five years! You weren’t even here!” Declan was beside her now and they were only a few feet from the other side of the river.

“Ashlyn—”

“Go die in a hole,” Ashlyn spat, shoving Declan squarely in the chest. He stumbled back in the water, barely catching his balance. He was down river from her now, though she wouldn't look at him his eyes never left her face, focusing on her even in the rain.

“Ashlyn—”

“I don’t want to talk to you right now, okay, just go away!” she screamed, tears of exhaustion and pent up anger were building up behind her eyes, and she would not cry in front of him. She could not show him weakness, because then she would be right back to where she had been five years ago; a helpless, needy, little girl.

As he always did Declan obliged, stepping back, away from her. But as he did he stumbled back into the water. A sickening crack bounced off the falling raindrops, followed by the splash of waves as his body sank into the river.

“Declan?” she turned in towards the sound, her heart sinking in her chest. That hadn’t sounded good.

He didn’t answer, and she couldn’t see him.

“Declan!” her voice was panicked, the rain was pounding harder now almost fully clouding her vision. Then through the white sheets of rain she saw his body floating a few feet away from her. It was being carried away, downriver.

He wasn't even fighting the current.
And then she knew.

Without a seconds hesitation she threw herself into the water after him, swimming with the current. She clasped her hand around his arm, holding tight to his slick cold skin, trying to yank him out of the water with her, but it was too deep and she couldn't find any footing. Waves crashed against her pushing her down into the water, until she was completely submerged. The current carried them further and further downstream. It seemed as though the currents strength increased with every wave it threw at her, pulling her under with his dead weight. The cold water started to push itself into her mouth and nose, trying to suffocate her, trying to get her to let go of him. But she wouldn't, she couldn't let go of him.

Ashlyn broke through the top of the water, struggling to hold onto Declan and to keep herself afloat, the freezing water seeped through her clothing as though it was going to sink into her bones. A wave threw her into a rock, hitting her squarely in between her shoulder blades, knocking the wind out of her. Again Ashlyn struggled to catch her breath before she was smothered by the oncoming water, only to reemerge and be thrown into another rock. She could feel herself getting a little numb; an ache had begun to spread its painful tendrils across her back, and down her arm, tempting her to let him go. To let go of him and wrap her arms around herself, a siren call that promised to make the pain stop.

Every breath was more precious and took twice as much energy to attain than the last. She opened her eyes and the water splashed into them causing her to hiss in pain, but then she saw it, a branch was hanging out over the side of the river. Its misshapen claws extended over the river, as though reaching out to help her. Ashlyn reached out, it was a long shot, but somehow she managed to grab hold of the branch. Her raw fingertips brushing the rough bark, just enough for her to gain a feeble hold, just enough for her to hold on.

Declan’s body was pulling her under again, but she couldn't let go, she couldn't let him go. With a strength she didn't know she had Ashlyn pushed Declan’s body over towards land, gasping for air as her teeth began to chatter involuntarily from the stabbing cold. She put every last ounce of her energy into shoving him onto the muddy riverbank, to getting him to safety. Then with the little strength she had left, she lifted herself up next to him.

“Declan?” she shook him even though her hands were trembling from the cold. His lips were turning blue, there was a nasty gash on his head and he wasn't breathing. Ashlyn’s golden eyes widened, her heart pounding in her ears. Repeating one thing over and over he isn’t breathing.

He couldn't die, she wouldn't let him die.

“Declan!” she screamed, hitting his chest hard with her fist; as though hoping this would get him to start breathing, as though this act of violence would jar him into consciousness. For a moment she just looked at him, unable to catch her own breath, unable to think. Then her medical training took over.

Ashlyn straddled herself over him, placing one knee onto either side of his waist, not ideal for CPR, but she needed to try and warm him up too. He would need good circulation, and for that he needed whatever warmth she could give him. Without a second thought she took a deep breath and lowered her blue lips to his, exhaling her breath into him. Declan’s lips were still warm as though they hadn’t been in the water at all, and to her surprise they were softer than she imagined they’d be.

Ashlyn pulled away gasping for oxygen as she started compressions. Each breath took more energy than the last. The cold bit into her violently, stripping her of warmth, making her more lethargic. The exhaustion from before was beginning to take hold again.

“Declan, you asshole, you cannot die! Do you hear me damn it, you cannot die! I need you! Okay? I fucking need you! You cannot die!” she cried and the tears she had been holding back, the tears of anger, resentment, and fear, began to pour over onto her already wet cheeks.

Ashlyn took another deep breath with the last of her energy, she leaned forwards, pressing her cold blue lips to his, exhaling one last time into his mouth, trying so hard, willing him to live.

“I need you, okay” she cried, her mouth still pressed to his “I need you, please. Please don't leave me again, please.” She pulled away compressing his chest again, sitting across his lower abdomen, tears choking the breath out of her. Her will to go on, suffocating as she failed to bring him back.

Declan’s grey eyes flew open, as he gasped for air. Ashlyn barely had time to roll off of him, as he turned to his side, hacking up river water, struggling to breathe.

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As always feedback is appreciated.

SNIs

(Pronounced S-nee, like squee except with out the qu, just replaced with an n) (And I don't know how to get rid of those lines that have appeared at the top of this post...)

To me its stands for Shiny New Idea, of course I don't know if anyone else uses that abbreviations, but whatever. So I was wondering, how do you sort through your SNIs? Because, I tend to get a lot of them, during the rough patches with whatever project I'm working on, because my brain has been idle and is rebelling at the constant attention to a few characters by sending me other interesting ones to talk to. Now I keep a list of all my cool SNIs, you know the ones that have potential, because lets face it not all of them have any potential at all and are obviously just there because my brain was bored. Those I let disappear into the abyss of forgotten knowledge, I like to imagine those ideas are happy playing with ninth grade algebra, and all the sentence structure and spelling I learned over the years. But the good SNIs like to stick around and be persistent, tempting little jerks.

So I was wondering, how do you keep your brain from wandering and how exactly do you sort through the SNI's and then once you've weeded out the bad ones, how exactly do you pick which good one you want to work with? (After you've finished your current project of course.)

Tagged Part Two

This is part two because I was sleepy and tired and watching Grey's Anatomy. So I left my tagged piece unfinished, part one can be found here. Or, because I know some people are lazy like me, if you don't want to click the link for fear of straining those writing fingers, just look two posts down.



14. What's everyone else's favorite story that you've written?

Hold on one second, let me ask my family... so Baby Sis, likes my current WIP, even though it isn't finished. My friend Maeve, loves Last Summer and Now my first ever finished manuscript that is now happily collecting dust on my nice shelf of retires. My friend Jessica likes what I've written of We Are the Plague. Mom likes one that I stopped writing when I was in seventh grade,Cycle, it will most likely never be finished and for a good reason. And Dad well he is busy right now, so I don't know. But these people are all a tad biased. Of course Sara has read a bit here and there so she may have a favorite, but I have no idea.

15. Ever written romance or angsty teen drama?

Yes, that is what Last Summer and Now is, and I wish I could go back and edit it, but we aren't getting along very well. I still love Seath (my male protagonist) and Lia (the narrator) but I should change it to third person, and well that is going to take a lot of work and I want to write right now, maybe I'll edit eventually but like I said it is happily retired.

16. What's your favorite setting for your characters?

My post apocalyptic world in my current WIP. Underground tunnels, abandoned houses, and blood covered battle fields score.

17. How many writing projects are you working on right now?

Umm well, my WIP and He's With Me and something I'm not going to talk about right now, because we are in the fun I love you stage of our relationship. So three...maybe more, sometimes I just work on whatever pops into my head, it all depends.

18. Have you ever won an award for your writing?

Do school awards count? Because I was writer of the week in elementary school, twice, and I think, but cannot be sure, that I got some creative writing thing back in middle school. So not anything really real, but whatever, I love my cute little writer of the week piece.

19. What are your five favorite words?

Well, let me think...I don't really have favorites, more liked overused. Those would be smirk, chuckle, mummer, mumbled and pressing. I know the middle three are words that are abused constantly in the Twilight series (it is a series, by the way, not a saga, it cannot be a saga in any definition of the word, just so you know) So I try not to use them, because every time I do it jogs me out of my writing stance. Not. Cool.

20. What character have you created that is most like yourself?

Lydia, from Last Summer and Now, just because we think the same, and most of the choices she made were similar to choices I would have made. That and I did set it in my favorite vacationing spot. Shh...don't tell...

21. Where do you get ideas for your characters?

Most of the time they just pop into my head when I'm doing something, like watching YouTube videos, people watching, reading, listening to music. Anything can trigger a character to walk into my head and talk to me, sometimes other people do Marissa, as spoken about as the most annoying character, well her name means sea of bitterness, and she was inspired by someone who I find obnoxious beyond belief.

22. Do you ever write based on your dreams?

Yes, He's With Me is based off a nightmare I had, where my best childhood friend died and I couldn't cry. To this day I remember it vividly, it was the kind of nightmare that was so realistic when you wake up you believe it really happened. I was under the impression for about five minutes that my oldest childhood friend had died and actually reached to call Sashi (one of my besties) to make sure it wasn't true. Then a few months later Kali walked into my head and told be about her dead boyfriend and how she never cried. I can only assume that she came about because the nightmare was constantly on my mind. A couple other scenes have been inspired by snippets of dreams I remember, but no other complete novels. Wait no, not true the original opening scene for my current WIP was a dream that I had back in sixth grade.

23. Do you favor happy endings?

No, hell no. Happy endings, in my opinion, are a tad overrated, and really nothing is an ending unless your protagonist dies and even then it is still a beginning. Life isn't ever going to tie up in a nice red ribbon,you can have a happy beginning, an ending that leaves the reader with a sense of hope, but I do not believe in cookie cutter perfect endings. My characters may be happy when the book ends, they may have a positive outlook on the future, but making it so everything works out, seems like you're cheating your characters and your readers. Every human is going to face problems big and small, why are characters any different? They're real to me. Now, I'm not a Scrooge, my stories end nicely, for the most part, but like I said every ending is a beginning we just don't know of what yet. Of course I do end quite a lot of my stories, bittersweet, for lack of another word. So no I do not favor happy endings, because nothing is ever an ending.

24. Are you concerned with spelling and grammar as you write?

Not really, I've always been bad at spelling, always back in first grade I was having trouble, and grammar is no better. I don't worry about it as I write, I worry about it when I go back and read it over the first time, then I have my friend Molly go through, she is a stickler for grammar, then my aunt and then my dad's best friend. So as I write it is never really on my mind, but after because I know it is one of my weaker points, as has probably been noticed in the excerpts I've posted, it is one of my main focuses, second only to story content.

25. Does music help you write?

Yes, I just like the background noise, if there is too much silence I get stuck in my own head and have trouble putting words to paper. Sometimes it is an inspiration but most of the time it's just there for the extra noise, to keep me from myself.

26. Quote something you've written. Whatever pops into your head.

Umm...what if I can't think of anything? Because see now I've been put on the spot and I don't like that. Can I just scroll through my work until I've found something I like? Yeah I'm going to do that.

"You can say ou're over it but that doesn't mean you really are."
And...
"Words are just words, feelings are much stronger."

Oh but I did learn something that I feel should be shared with you, keep in mind I was bored in French class and tired and was so not thinking about the cutie who sits a few desks away from me...oky back to what I "learned" because there has got to be something wrong with its translation, I'm sure, it is: "Je voudrais, mais il faut que tu me embrasses." It is supposed to be, "I would but you have to kiss me", a rough and inaccurate translation but like I said I was bored in french today and asked Sashi how she thought it would be translated so she tried and well that's it. Happy Friday.

Oh and by the way, tag you're it.

8th Blog of Christmas Giveaway/Contest

So I felt I should tell everyone of you about PrincessBookie's blog contest, there are some awesome books, I talked about it before and left a link in my sidebar, but everyone needs to be reminded!So go on stop by and if you enter, don't forget to mention my name :) Happy Holidays, I'll be back later for a longer post.

Uh, I was Tagged!

So I was going to post today, per usual, and as I was reading my fellow bloggers blogs, Carrie, tagged everyone who read her blog who didn't have a posting plan for today. I am one of those people so I've been tagged. Which is kind of exciting, I love these bloggy things. They make my day. But before I go into the whole tagging process, (it's about writing, score!) I feel I should say that I was featured in my school newspaper! They were doing a segment for my club, Writers Club, I'm the President (and I'm only a Junior, double score). And they did a kind of mini featurette (not a real word, it sounds cool so I made itr up) on me. There was a little excerpt they used, it had been bigger they asked for two pages, from an important scene in my story and a cute pic. It was a nice piece, except they said I was an active participant in the school community. Lies. I'm in one club, a social butterfly I am not.

Onto the first half of the Tagged bit!

1. What's the last thing you wrote? What's the first thing you wrote that you still have?

Hmm...last thing I wrote was last night, I was modifying the piece that I've posted here like six times (see two posts down) for the drama teacher, because they wanted one act scenes for practice in class, and I was too lazy to write a new scene. The last thing I wrote that wasn't editing, modifying, or tampering with was I think Tuesday, I was writing a piece for my WIP.

The first thing I wrote that I still have...okay it is a memory piece that I wrote in second grade. Well it was supposed to be a memory piece but turned into more of a butchered memory with magical filled in gaps. It is embarrassing for me to read, but I find it interesting that at the time I could barely read, no seriously I struggled to read simple sentences, but managed to write something so creatively. But one that I know of but don't know where it is, is a poem my friends wrote with me when I was in kindergarten about my puppy Bear.

2. Write poetry?

I used to, I used to write a lot of poetry. My third grade teacher, who got me to read, got me to write, and helped show me the path I was destined to take early in life, used to make us write poetry everyday. I'm sure I have the little green flip notebook somewhere.

3. Angsty poetry?

I have written angsty poetry, ask me where it is I don't know, it is here somewhere. No I will not post any of it. My friend Kathryn, the face eating zombie one, calls me the queen of angst. So I don't know where any of it is, or if I'll find it. I think that is for the better.

4. Favorite genre of writing?

YA, easily. It's what I read, it's what I write.

5. Most annoying character you've ever created?

The most annoying? Wow, there are a lot of them, annoying characters, little annoying ones. But looking back, the most annoying, see now I've got to think about it...Marissa, a character in He's With Me, she isn't annoying per se, but she is a bitch.(Can I say that? I think I can say that) And that annoys me. She is one of the girls who is insensitive to Kali days after Mitch dies, and then proceeds to make a big show about how she and Mitch we once together, bladdy blah blah. I really don't like her, and lets just say when Tessa (Kali's bestie) punched her out, I was cheering.

6. Best plot you've ever created?

Uh...I don't know. I think my plot for We Are the Plague was pretty awesome, and the same for my current WIP. But I don't really want to choose...okay We Are the Plague is the best plot, and I think a banging title. But it is a retired plot, not because I don't love it, but because this isn't the time for me to write it.

7. Coolest plot twist you've ever created?

In my current WIP and its subsequently untitled sequel, *SPOLIERS* Declan believes Ashlyn is dead and vice versa. Of course this will be the second time they're separated, and it all but drives him insane okay well he does go a little psycho crazy for a long time. But I mean he thinks she is dead for five years that's one heck of a long time, and so gives up some of his morals for his revenge, which blows up in his face when she's not dead, causing a lot of issues. Their reunion though, is well pretty epic. Have I told you I love Declan? Because I do, so much.

8. How often do you get writer's block?

A lot. And I hate it, but my block tends to be brought about by stress, aka school. So yeah...it isn't kind of never ending, I get the most written on weekends, school breaks and God bless summer vacation, because I can stay up until the wee hours of four a.m. and sleep till noon and write until my fingers blister and bleed. Yes I do look forwards to those days. But writers block plagues me quite often, that is why I keep dark chocolate bars at my immediate disposal, and chamomile tea at the ready.

9. Write fan fiction?

Yes, yes I do, always started never finished, it helps me break my block. Writing other peoples characters is almost therapeutic. Never finished, never published CSI: NY fanfics. And I totally read them. All the time, it is another internet thing that sucks up my time.

10. Do you type or write by hand?

Both, my school notebooks are full of notes scribbled to myself and little bits and pieces here and there, and I have a five section notebook stuck under my pillows. But when I get home I sit in front of the computer and write, well when I'm not doing chores.

11. Do you save everything you write?

Yes, I save it all, well most of the time. I like having as many bits as possible to look back on because you never know, through all that garbage there may be some little diamond jewels.

12. Do you ever go back to an idea after you've abandoned it?

All the time, my WIP is a perfect example of that. I just like looking back and seeing where I've come from and what I've written, because again, you never know what you'll find.

13. What's your favorite thing you've ever written?

This is a hard one, I have four scenes that I adore, one from my current WIP the one that has been posted on here, the catalyst scene in He's With Me, the death of an MC in Tears of an Angel (a happily retired tale) and a scene that does not exist because it means I'm cheating on my WIP that and I don't know where the story is going yet.

So yep, that's it for now, I'm kind of tired and will post the rest tomorrow, promise!

Today, and Giveaways!

Today was one of those days where I'm glad I do what I do.

Write, I mean.

I was meeting with my guidance counselor today, college prep stuff (icky), but as I was sitting with her and my parents talking, and I realized that I am a lot luckier than some of my classmates. Granted I'm not the smartest, far from it, and I'm not the most popular or the prettiest, and no I do not spend my Friday and Saturday nights partying. To a lot of my classmates that isn't something to really be proud about. But unlike them, I know what I want to do, I know how I want to spend my life. Most of them can't say that.

So today, I'm proud to be a little too grown up. I want to be a writer, and I want to be a teacher. My classmates, most don't have any clue what they want to do this weekend, let alone the rest of their life. But I do. Course I don't know what college I want to go to, but I'm a step closer than anyone else, and I feel good about that. And that feeling of accomplishment felt really good, and wiped away the stress I've been feeling about this whole process, and for a moment I forgot about the tests I still have to take, and the grades I still have to make and the GPA I have to keep up, and I just felt relieved. It was nice.

Of course then I got home and found out that I won Jades contest! *Squee*!!!! This is really exciting because I rarely win things and this is two contests I've won. I'm very excited by this and I just have to say thank you so much Jade, thank you, thank you, thank you!

And then I feel that I have to mention, these awesome giveaways that are going on for Christmas. There is one on PrincessBookie's blog, (there are some really good books on this list, I want almost all of them ) And if you don't follow her you should because her blog has led me to many a good read.

There is also one going on The Library Lounge Lizard's blog as well (ditto for this one, between these two blogs it's like my entire Christmas list). These are some pretty awesome giveaways, from really cool bloggers, and I figure I'd try my luck. You should pop on over and take a look. They're pretty cool.

Then today in English class my friend Kathryn and I were talking about the people we ship in TV shows and somehow we got onto some random topic, about zombies, and Kathryn said something that I just had to write on my wrist because I had to post. It was this "True love is eating your boyfriends face off when he dies, because you're a zombie." Now how we got to this is a long story, but I thought it was funny. She was mocking Twilight and her favorite TV show at the same time, rare, very rare. Because anyone who knows Kathryn knows she is a devout shipper, so of course no offense is meant. I just thought it was funny.

So how was your today?

Just Awesome!

Mariah just had her 200th blog post and I think we should all take a moment of silence to watch in awe as she remains witty and upbeat day after day on her blog.

*crickets(the good kind, not the awkward silence kind)*

*watching intently(but not in a stalker-ish way)*

*Breaks into rounds of booming applause*

Congrats Mariah! It is quite the land mark!!!!!

And on top of that today is Unofficial Official Agent Day, as brought to my attention by Sara in her most recent posts. Of course I don't have an agent, but still, I feel I should acknowledge Agents regardless, because well without agents publishing would be a trillion times harder. So thank you to all the Agents out there, you guys rock.

As you all know I've been working on my WIP Of Untitled Proportions and quite a few blogs ago I mentioned how I had something to share with you guys but had to wait a little while before I could because well, I didn't want to ruin the surprise!!!!!!!

So the scene that I posted up here, I-don't-know-how-many-times, the one Mariah, (Bless Her) helped me edit! (Mariah, you rock) So I could send it out for the college program I'm applying to. The link posted is not to the edited version, I didn't post it, but I can if you'd like. I figured the same thing over and over again becomes kind of tedious. Back on topic... well my friend Brian, who deserves the awesomest most awesome award, drew me a picture for it. And it is perfect. PERFECT!!!!!!!!

I couldn't wait to get on here and blog about it, he literally dropped it off at my house no more than an hour ago, and I am on here telling you guys because it rocks, he rocks. Brian, I owe you!!!!!!!

So without further ado....

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Oh My God!!!! Every time I look at it I get the chills, I also get really squee-y and giggly and my vocabulary goes out the window and all I can seem to say is "it's so perfect!" and I throw in 'like' and 'Oh My God' and that has been all I've been capable of verbally expressing for at least the last hour. That and there has been a lot of bouncing around squealing.

I know you can't really see it on the computer screen but Declan's eyes are so powerful under their cloak of darkness! *Squee* They seriously look like threatening her is causing him physical pain. Brian you're amazing!

Oh and I can't forget, I'd like to introduce you guys to Kayla, she is my friend, and an awesome writer, recently she has picked up her blog again, and I would like to say welcome back!

So yep, that's it for today really, awesome people, congrats again Mariah, the amazing agents, and this awesome picture. It is now the background of my computer. Yes I am that crazy...shh don't talk about it... :P

I'm going to go off, all inspired and stare at it for a little while more before I sit down and start talking to Declan and Ash again.

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Fortunes and Stuff

So, I've given up on the weekly thirds day, not because I don't love it, because I totally do, but it makes me feel really, really, really, conceded. I don't like that feeling. So I may burst into random third personness, you will have to deal. So today whilst consuming a fortune cookie, my fortune was "Minds are like parachutes, they only function when open." Now I really like fortunes, I keep the ones I really like, and the ones that I find ironic. Awhile ago my little sister got one about writing a novel, and I tried to grab it so I could post about the irony because my sister does not like creative writing, or even research writing. But alas it was disposed of before I could get my hands on it. Sad days.

I'm begin featured in my school paper, as the President of our writers club they interviewed me and one of my pieces is going to be featured in it! So exciting! Now I have no idea when this thing is going to get published, last year we only had about four editions of our paper, and one came out early October so I may have to wait till like January, but I really don't care because it is just so exciting!

So I"m still working on my NaNo story, little by little, and trying to work on He's With Me and I'll admit, yes my focus is split over a couple more stories. I'm trying to focus but I write when the ideas pop into my head, and well High School does not allot for much time to write. High School hates me, hates me, hates me. And the feeling may just be mutual. Ick.

My final word count for NaNoWriMo was about 20,005. Nowhere near 50,000 but a nice chunk, if I do say so myself.

Oh, but I have a quote from one of my WIP of Untitled Proportions, a quote I rather like, it is a part of a dream sequence/old memory then after he wakes up:

"Declan looked down at his hands, they were covered in her blood; the crimson substance was dripping off his fingers. The force that had kept his reason for living alive soaked his clothes, dampened his skin and grew cold on his fingers. He’d let her die. He’d failed. But worst of all he’d broken his promise.

“ASHLYN!” Declan jerked awake his scream echoing through the prison cell. He glanced down at his shaking hands expecting the blood that had dampened them five years ago to still be there, to have sunken into his skin, permanently dying it. As a reminder of his broken promises a reminder of how he’d failed. A reminder that she was dead. In denial he began to look for his dog tags, his hands frantically gasping at his throat as he searched for them. But they weren’t there they hadn’t been there in five years, because she had been wearing them when she died."

So I like it, and I actually turned it in as a creative writing English assignment...hehe :P.

And that's it for today, I'm not very witty when it comes to posting like topics and stuff, so I'm going to have to work on it. Really work at it, it is going to take some time. Until then onward to my scribblings and illegible words in my notebook.