Remember when I used to have a blog?

Yeah, me too. 

I'll be back some day, back to regular blogging when I have something important or funny or weird or thoughtful to say that I want to share.

For now, I think I'm just going to focus on growing up. Focus on school. Focus on my friends and family

So see you around, dear old blog. I'll reread you every once in a while, have a nice chat.

NaNoWriMo

Have you ever wanted to finish something SO BAD that it keeps you awake or seeps into your dreams or haunts you every single second you can breathe?

Have you ever wanted to write books and done NaNoWriMo?

NaNoWriMo is short for National Novel Writing Month. In November, your goal is to write 50,000 words (roughly 200 page) in just 30 days. (Also, NaNoWriMo does Camp NaNo's in the summer, which gives you an extra day to write.)

I've been doing this for three years now, plus Camp NaNoWriMo this past August.

The closest I've gotten to finishing so far has been in August, with just over 20,000 words. But, of course, I've never started on time or found I story I like writing....

This year, though, I'm at nearly 30,000 words, a few days behind, and ideas are bubbling over.

Will I finish? Who knows? Do I want to? Yes. 

I may not finish this year, but starting on time and writing like I have been has...inspired me to go above and beyond my own expectations. If not this November, then maybe next summer. If not next summer, then next November.

I know why I write and why I love it. 

Bleeding fingers, here I come.

It Isn't Just Black and White...

Greens burst forth as the first signs of spring. Purples and reds and pinks and blues make themselves known in flowers, sunrises and sunsets. The air is warm and fresh and full of more heat than you've felt for months.

Summer comes in a thick, golden, and hazy blanket. The greens of spring are deeper and water seems like a more beautiful thing. Browns are in the dry, dying grass and the newly tan skins of people everywhere. 

Fall descends upon us in a relieving spray of new rain and cooler weather. Yellows, oranges, and reds glitter in the treetops and on the fallen leaves covering the refreshed grounds. The weather coolly at winter... 

And then it's winter again. Blues, whites, and thin air slice into our skin, making us shiver and stare in wonder at the new snows that might grace us with their presence. 

It isn't black and white, or even the gray in between the two. It's the colors of the seasons...

Rosy pink cheeks hint at excitement, embarrassment, or exercise. 

Tan skin means hard work or time spent relaxing outside. 

Pale white flesh is from fear, sadness, lack of sleep, or sickness. 

It isn't the colors of changing seasons, it's clues about how someone feels, or what they do....

 

A bright red jacket, crazy purple hair, the brightest blue eyes, and jeans of the deepest black.

It shows personalities.

What is it? 

It, simply, is the creation of scenes and characters. 

It's the oranges and grays of twilight, when all things dark and creepy seem to seep from the shadows surrounding the edges of light.

Or maybe it's the shimmering gold kissing the trees and your cheeks, the warm wind on your face and in your hair, and the sound of water tumbling over the edge of a waterfall....

It's everything; it's nothing. It's beauty and hate and sorrow and love and happiness and anxiety. 

It's every feeling, every person, every idea you could ever come up with.

It's what I do.

It's....me. 

September 11, 2001

It seems like this date means more to the United States than December 7, 1941 does. Maybe because 1941 was almost exactly seventy years ago. Maybe because America was more directly affected because of September 11.

In the attack of Pearl Harbor, nearly 2,500 people were killed, and about 1,300 were wounded.

On September 11, almost 3,000 people died, and over six thousand were wounded. 

Maybe the wounds are still fresh, for those of us who remember it, or lost loved ones. 

America came together that year, and every year on the same day, we come together again. Flag go up, the specials come on TV, and tears usually begin to flow.

As for me, I was only five years old, and remember nothing but watching these big buildings tumble to the ground on the news. It would be years later before I understood. 

This horrific incident will remain in America's hearts and minds forever, or at least until something worse happens. And even then, we will compare it, and will have learned from the September 11 attack, and be able to prevent any lasting damage. 

Remember, learn, and come together, America.

We will never forget those who died, and those who died to save others.

Hiatus Much?

Oh, hello there. Long time no blog, right?


What has been keeping me so busy, you might ask?


Nothing at all. This would be the point where I ramble on and on about writer's block, but that would actually be a lie.


In August, I participated in Camp NaNoWriMo. (Just search on Google for NaNoWriMo so I don't have to explain.) So that basically means that I've written myself out. So many words....


Anyway, in July I did....not much. August was Camp NaNo, and then since then, school  has started and I've only had three nights off from homework. 


What's the point of this blog?


Well, to say hello again, I guess.


And don't worry, I have some ideas for some stuff that might keep you interested in reading.


Happy Labor Day!

On the Brightside

(Yes, the title is a catchy song by a catchy male artist, but no, it has nothing to do with this post.)

Just because a lot of people don't know, I'm going to spew this nice bit of information.

I'm so sick of crappy, romantic, fluffy, warm-fuzzy-feeling books. And songs. And poems.

Some people think that I like to write love stories.

Ew. Just....gross.

As someone pretty awesome said to me, she never wrote that stuff because she wasn't that way herself. (I AM in a relationship, but that doesn't mean that I like writing romantic crap.) She wrote mystery stories and such, because that's what she was good at writing.

And me? I'm good at writing action-y, creepy things.

Sure, there's always a brightside to every story. But to me, in my stories, it will most likely be the dark side you see.

(On a completely side note, I hope you people DO know that romance novels are just about sex. And yes, I said sex. Calm down.)

Recently, while spending time with my beloved best friend, I came up with the idea of a fake love story. Yes, fake.

I decided to write a creepy, horror-filled vampire story of an innocent-looking girl that seduces a boy to eat him. And the ending? A lovely, bloody, graphic description of her ripping his throat out.

I know, I know. It's like I'm the spawn of Satan or whatever.

I'm not saying that I'm a sick, twisted individual. I'm merely pointing out that fact that I write it because I enjoy it, and I'm good at it.

Haha, this has turned into crazy ranting again.

As I like to say so often, it IS my blog. I like people reading it and getting feedback from said readers, but it's my place to rant and rave and write as much as I want. (And even hide some alliteration in there.)

So yeah.

I get to go to the mall tomorrow. With money this time. With a good friend of mine. And one of my favorite stores there is having a huge sale.

I'm quite excited :D

Music and Lyrics

I actually just realized that the title of this blog is also the title of an absolutely awful movie. (To me, anyway. You might love the movie....Everyone IS different, you know.)

But besides the two titles being the same, I just wanted to point out how much I love music.

I just do. It's one of my top three favorite things to do, right under reading and writing.

Music often inspires me to write scenes in my head or lyrics of my own (for poetry, though.... I'm not a huge fan of writing songs).

Also, I realized how amazing my God really is. Today we had yet another outreach with my church to Augusta, and because of the 38 people that went out, 191 people accepted Christ as their savior. And, of course, numerous other people were ministered to and healed. From all....four?....outreaches this week, 704 people overall have accepted Christ, and tomorrow is our last and potentially most amazing outreach to come.

Anywho. Other than the amazing things God has done in THOSE areas, I realized how well He plans everything out.

Just look at me.

I mean, I was born with the talents I have. According to my mom, I always made up stories and arguments for pretty much everything someone said to me. (Part creativity, part stubborness.)

I just marvel at my own thoughts sometimes. How I put things together and create the most random things....

Anyways, I'm tired, and I'm probably spelling really horribly.

So it's time to greet my nice bed.

I can't wait for outreach :D