Take Two

Well, as promised, here I am making a post when I am a bit more lucid. Who's excited? Come on, raise your hands.

Anyway. I realized that I made a few mistakes in the last post, the first one being that apparently my roommate got Forest Born, the second book of the Books of Bayern series. Everything about this is a lie. Firstly, Forest Born is the third book in the series and secondly, she got River Secrets.

Way to go, Self.

Anyway. Another mistake I made: I neglected to say that I picked up The Ghosts of Ashbury High, by Jaclyn Moriarty (which I think is a brilliant last name, by the way). In class on Tuesday, we started talking about ghosts and Halloween, and I remembered how much I love ghost stories. And then I remembered that we got this ghost book from the library a while ago. So I started to read it.

It's all right so far. The characters are a little too quirky for me, but I'm still interested in where this plot is going. So I'll press on.

In my writing this week, I have learned that no matter how many times I try to write this story, something always happens to make me forget to save and then I lose my writing.

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I'm not going to say much more about that. Because we don't want cuss words to slip out.

But I will say that in a weird, cruel way, it's kind of nice to have your writing deleted for you. I get way too attached to my writing, even if it's not very good and I know it. And cutting things out sometimes feels like throwing out a beloved stuffed animal or something of the sort. But when it just gets deleted, it helps me remember that these are just words. It's OK to delete, scrap, cross out as many words as I want to. Because they're just words!

Well, right now, at least. Maybe one day they'll grow up to be something more.

Dang, did I just ruin my metaphor there? (the answer is yes)

And on that note, I hope this post was a little more palatable than the previous one.

Goodnight, internet.