Haiii guys!!!!

I'm back and posting again, so I would be grateful if you were to comment on my welcome back post at http://awkwarddonkey.blogspot.com/2013/12/and-finally.html , because I'm trying to get back into the whole concept of blogging and need everyone's help (:

So don't worry - I'm here now. So please comment away at the link above!

Muchos Gracias!

Wow! I can't believe that after all this time, BFJ is still running strong! Great job, everyone -- I'm so proud!

So I'm back again to lamely submit my yearly-ish blog post (aren't I so on top of things). I guess, since it's been so long since I last stopped by, I'll fill you in on some of the big things that have happened in my life. Firstly, I'm going to see the world! The next two years bring the promise of trips to Italy, France, and New York City. I'm so excited, and if I remember, I'll try to write about it. Second, I managed to drink a whole cup of (very milky and sugary) coffee. Then I promptly decided never to do it again. Last of all, I participated in NaNoWriMo 2013, which is a fun, crazy, stressful, hilarious experience. For those of you who don't know what NaNo is, it's a month (November) when you try to write 50k words of your novel. Even if you don't meet the goal (like me), I still recommend all young writers giving it a shot. It's not about whether or not you win -- it's about getting your to write, and then write some more, and then even more.

I figured that, if I were to show my face here again, I probably ought to post something creative, so here's a poem I wrote a while ago about friendship.

Chains

I remember her as a curl of golden hair and a smile

When she was young, when we were younger

And I didn’t know who she was, or who she would be.

We forged the first link -- it was shiny and smooth.

A year, one sweet year, sweeter than a sugar crystal.

Her hair was longer, but I was taller

And we both ran and laughed the same.

The link became a chain, with her on one end and me on the other

And only metal in between.

We were ruined by peach fuzz and blue eyes,

And all that was sweet became bitter when I said, “I’ll see you again.”

But I never showed her my tears, tears that flowed

And fell on our chain, which wasn’t so shiny anymore.

Nothing but her memory, a curl of golden hair and a smile

And knowing she was there, but not reaching for her.

The chain slackened and rusted

So I made a new one with somebody else.

It was shiny and smooth.

P.S. Tuesday, I still haven't finished writing Nova. ;( I'm such a bad girl!

So, I've been writing a lot of free verse poetry these past few days. Like a maniac, I would even dare say. It all began from a book I found at the library. I would highly recommend you to read it if you've always wanted to write poetry, but don't know where to start. Lyne encourages you to not try to rhyme, but to just go ahead and put yours words down.

A shocker for you (and for me, as well): In just four days, I've written 103 short poems! But they're just 'poem-sketches', the book will explain what it is. Basically, they're the raw material that still needs the rewriting and refining. :)
[Yes, I do feel quite accomplished, indeed!]

So, here's the book that has gotten me into such a frenzy:


"Writing poetry from the inside out: finding your voice through the craft of poetry"
by Sandford (Sandy) Lyne


I should warn you, though, reading this is dangerous! So be careful! 


 

And here ends the post of MaidenStar...
Till next time, tot tot, my lovelies!

We got 6,666 page views! Isn't it funny how these numbers make themselves coincidences?

I made this back in elementary school.

Reporter: Greetings, tree. How long have you stood here?

Tree: Long before its beginning. I have witnessed the sunsets, experienced the sunrises, and withstood all the noons in between. The wind has sighed through my boughs since I was a seedling, the salted breeze that sweeps through the sea. I have gazed at the silver moon… But to my disappointment, have not seen the stars, which are invisible to us.

Reporter: You are quite poetic, tree. I wonder - Would you like to have been planted somewhere elsewhere?

Tree: Perhaps where the wind is not quite strong… And where there are more plants and birds to keep me company… But a tree does not complain.

Reporter: What have you learned from the hurricane?

Tree: That nothing lasts forever, not even me. But the trees that stand are the trees that endure. I will be here for many more years yet.

Reporter: A nice remark on the essence of mortality. What happened to other trees?

Tree: Many trees that have stood have remained. But some of my old friends shriveled to nothing. A pine tree, which wasn’t even dead, was cut down because someone somewhere didn’t like that his crown had snapped. And of course, the hundred new oak seedlings didn’t stand a chance. But that is life.

Reporter: And it indeed is. I grant you good luck on the gales that will come.

The following interviewee is a precious black-and-white kitty cat of a youthful age, with inquisitive bright eyes and a curious marking. He kindly agreed to the interview as I noticed him journeying by the fence. An exciting conversation by Jadefireeyes.

Reporter: Good morning! What’s your name!

Cat: Dashfuly-Black-With-Brilliant-Green-Eyes-And-A-Large-White-As-Well-As-A-Tint-Of-Beige-Patch-On-The-Neck-

Reporter: That’s a rather cumbersome name.

Cat: Indeed it is. But Mother knows best. With so many similar siblings that resemble me, how else is she supposed to call me for dinner?

Reporter: Hmmm. That’s a clever idea after all. But first, let me ask… What’s your preferred sunny spot?

Cat: Right there on the porch, where the sun slants just right.

Reporter: What’s your favorite place in the neighborhood?

Cat: Here in the backyard, where there’s so much to explore: trees, butterflies, flowers, rocks. Smells, scents and sounds!

Reporter: What’s the coolest thing you ever found there?

Cat: An extraordinarily extremely large shoe. I nearly fell inside, but the shoelaces were fun to play with.

Reporter: Where do you go when it rains?

Cat: I shelter beneath cars. I just hope they don’t move!

Reporter: What would you rather be: a cat or a human?

Cat: A cat, of course! Do you honestly think that a fantastic feline such as I would discover as many adventures as a person?

Reporter: Oh, I see… Are you friendly with other cats?

Cat: Not quite. We are solitary creatures, you know. Unwelcome strangers pass by my home all the time. I just give them a stare and they get the right idea.

Reporter: But aren’t you just a kitten? You don’t seem aggressive to me-

Cat: ROAR!

Reporter: Wow! You really scared me.

Cat: ‘Course I did. (Contented purr.) Mama taught me how to be the scariest kitty in the neighborhood. Pretty soon I shall frighten all my siblings into shivering mice!

Reporter: You’ve got big ambitions. You’re quite diabolical too…

Cat: I hope in the right way! (Wink.)

Reporter: It was nice talking to you.

Cat: My pleasure. If you come back, I’ll show you my favorite scratching post!

My rose window art