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Sunday, December 15, 2013

Hi again!

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.
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!

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