So, I've been writing a novel for about two years now and am now concentrating on just editing it...even though I haven't even finished the book yet. I always find myself stuck when I attempt at ending the book. I can't decide how I want it to end! There's so many different things that could happen and I can't pick either the happy ending or sad. It's so complicated! What's funny is that since I'm just concentrating on editing, I've found myself questioning myself, asking questions like "what the hell was I thinking when I wrote this sentence?!" "Was I on dope while writing this? This sentence structure doesn't even make sense!" And then I remind myself that the first six or so chapters were written when I was fifteen. When I wasn't aware of syntax and diction. Now I know better and am (hopefully) making my book better.
My sister and her boyfriend are over helping my mom make deviled eggs(bleh). I love when my sister visits. I miss her a lot. She's always understood me and always has th
e right thing to say when I'm upset. She's so beautiful and never realizes it; it makes her even more beautiful in my opinion. This one of tons of pictures I took of her and her beau last year...these photos are pretty much my most favorite. They were my first ones taken of people, and I had a blast walking around this huge park for hours snapping pictures of their adorable cuteness. This one I got up on a folding chair, constantly snapping pictures. Mostly all I said that day was "look at me, now look at each other. Kiss. Come on, KISS!" At first it was awkward when they'd basically make out, but then I stopped seeing them as my sister and her boyfriend, but rather two people in love that I HAD to capture in a photo. :)Okay, well I guess I'm going to go back to editing..
"I'm so sick, infected with where I live, let me live without this empty bliss, selfishness. I'm so sick" -Sick by Flyleaf
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