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biggrin Heaveno, peoples.
I was once told that everything will be alright, everything okay, but I’ve seen otherwise.
I mean, who hasn’t?
My parents are fighting again. *rolls eyes* What is this world coming to? People are dying, kids are reclusive, and parents have this sense to fight every chance they get. It’s ridiculous.
And now my mom’s planning something ridiculous, in my opinion. She thinks it’s the best way to go, but she’s said a lot of things like that. I’m pretty sure a lot of them never ended happily. I hate it when that happens. She’s planning to move away because she just wants time to think and whatnot…Geez, just because my dad’s fought with her repeatedly does not give her the reason to move to OREGON. That’s plain poppycock, balderdash, and it WILL lead to a kerfuffle. Just because she thinks it’s the best way to go, does not mean anything. Oregon is the stupidest place to go to. But I like Oregon. Not really. I prefer the UK.
But, mum, that’s a terrible decision. You’re just technically running away. And you’re planning to take Jessica and Hanna, too. The sensible people stay in the place where you aren’t alone, where you know the rules, where you can live and make an attempt to relax. You go to Oregon (with Laura, no doubt L ), you’re just trying to escape your troubles. That’s going to drag you down. I should know. I’m planning to major in psychology.
It’s so funny, you know? I’m trying to smile, to laugh, but everyone’s dying and parents are fighting…
What is the point of smiling
When you can’t laugh anymore?
What is the point of lying
When you don’t know what it’s for?
Is living what you can’t comprehend,
If the sky bleeds a heartfelt grey?
Is living what you’re eager to end
If you love to see each single day?
You can’t die, you can’t live on,
So let yourself dream it away.
Sleep until the eternal dawn
Forget what you were to say.
We’ll live, don’t worry so much,
I’ll smile and we’ll breathe this air.
Let’s not care about such & such,
For this is rather really unfair.
Find the smile in the dead of night,
Spread my wings to find the light,
Tell me that we cannot gloom,
Welcome to the Sentient Room.
What do we know? Why, we know how to cue the interruption.
Writer’s Corner (because I felt happier towards the end of the poem)
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I swear, I felt a lot better near the end of the poem. I’m dead serious, lol. Writing in any sort of depressed way entirely bores me near the end of anything, so I end up making dark humor. If that had been a story, there would have been a number of killings, and I would get a chuckle out of it because the character I had in mind would never know until later on. I love my humor because it cheers me up.
Oh, wait. You guys haven’t read the second novel, so none of you will get the last line. WHOOPS. Sorry about that XD. It cheered me up, though. Despite what idiocy my mum’s going to go with. MLAH.
Okay, since this is the Writer’s Corner, I shall go on about writing.
REBEKKA, the point of a blog is to actually write in it, you know? Okay, just wanted to get that over with. It’s just fun yelling at you about it. As a semi-writer’s group, I feel compelled to let you go under stress.
OOH, I have an idea. Let’s go on during NaNoWriMo, continue the novel we’re working on after that, send them into random agents and publishers, and if we aren’t accepted, we’ll frame our first rejection letters! We’ll invite any other writer to be a part of this.
But first, who’s getting ready for National Novel Writing Month? 50,000 words in 30 days, people. Who’s with us! I want to participate this year so I can complain about it during November.
NOVEL UPDATE interruption!~
I am STILL not finished with the fourth chapter. But that’s alright. I can finish it tonight if I really make an effort. I’ve been thinking of starting the last book on Saturday, though. It gives me this…gloomy feeling?! I want to know if I can work on this book if I’m in a depressed slump. For clarity, refer to the reality part of the blog.
I kind of like how I’m toying with third person. Usually, I do something with the main character, my main heroine, and then I either go on to a different character, or I go with my antagonist that propels the plot forward.
*Sinister grin* Yes, finally! I’ve gotten to that part of the date where I can let all oddities come through! Which will move the plot forward, which will make my main heroine get an actual personality, which equals awesomeness!
And now I go figure out the rest of the plot.
Ciao ciao ciao,
DD the Sentient.
 SSNebulae · Tue Jun 30, 2009 @ 12:26am · 0 Comments |
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