Post 82: Project Reveal!

Hello everyone! I've been working on a little art project that I'm really proud of.

Signatures & CTE Thank You Gift

The people in this office have changed my life and I want to thank them for everything they have done for me and my fellow classmates. 

*Additional picture coming up in an another post. 

Post 81: What I Want

Tonight I am dealing with a decision. I want to change Griffin and Audrey's story or what I have so far because it is not the way I wanted it to come out. I want my characters to be strong and not whiny. I want them to have real life to deal with and not this three month vacation I've put them on. Audrey is a strong girl because of her secret past. Griffin is strong because his father taught him to be but in this story he will learn if he truly is strong. I'm concerned because I don't know where they should meet or how life is going to throw them together. I'm also afraid because I don't know if I'm talented enough to get a book published. But tonight is not about fear. It is about decisions. I have recently decided to stop being afraid. When I realize I'm afraid of something, I'm going to write it down on a post it and rip it up. It seems silly, but I want to stop being comfortable and afraid.

Post 80: Just An Opening Idea....

The world knew her as Princess Ariella of the royal family of Peresis. To her tutor she was Your Highness, her mother called her Darling. I called her my best friend. Princess Ari and I were born on the same day nearly ten minutes apart. Unfortunately we came into the world as my mother left, dying from complications of childbirth. This isn't a story of my life growing up without a mother, many people don't have mothers. This story is about how I gave up my life for my best friend. It's important that I talk about the past because if it wasn't for the past I wouldn't be here. My story started years before I was born. 

It's common knowledge for anyone who has studied the history of the seven kingdoms that technology was the destruction of human kind. Once the war was over, humans had to reestablish their presence on the earth. Kingdoms were created dividing the world into smaller lands. The Kingdom of Persis, or last known as the United States of America, became Chancellor over the new world. Persis has a very peaceful history which is largely due to the quality of leaders in the royal family, but additionally their personal guards. 

Just an opening idea....

Post 79: Opening for Futuristic Lovestory

I don't want to admit it, but magic is everywhere. It's the one thing that holds all of the chaos of earth together. I didn't believe in magic, hell I didn't believe in a lot of things but I wasn't taught to. I was taught one very simple concept: her life was the most important thing in my world, and I had to do whatever it took to make sure she lived, even if that meant giving my life for hers.

Post 77: Reflection Time

I haven't written in a day. I thought it was three, but it was just one. Surprisingly, I feel depressed. I imagine that if a psychologist were to look at my life, they would worry. In three months I have gone from having a secure future to losing jobs, having absolutely no desire to do the things I have committed to do, and soon I'll lose my best friend. It's kinda pathetic that this is near rock bottom for me. I know I am so much more than this, but I've yet to get out of this rut. I haven't applied to any jobs and sit on my couch noticing how large my legs are getting with an internal desire to get up and do something but an inner voice that 's much louder than my motivation.

I've been doing some research online. And when I say research I mean a fifteen minute search about finding a purpose. I saw some pretty interesting articles. After I was reading them I realized I'm tired of this monotony I'm putting myself through. I'm done letting my fear rule my life. I'm getting a tattoo, I'm traveling on the coast, and I'm writing.  That's what I'm spending my life doing, the in-between stuff just won't matter.

Post 76: Free Spirit

I am a free spirit; or so one of my closest friends said yesterday afternoon. I had always viewed myself as a serious person and I thought that was how others would find me. In my mind, free spirits were people to be envied. They were awe inspiring and always did what they wanted. I like that I had been proven wrong. Later that day I realized that I can be both free spirited and serious, it just comes down to choice.

Post 75: 3/4 Mark

I'm very excited about this post. It marks the completion of 3/4 of what I set out to accomplish. I look forward to the 25 remaining posts I am going to complete to reach my goal of 100 posts in 100 days! Originally I considered breaking today into two posts, but as the  "master" writer that I am I am going to combine both of the things I need to say into one post. I got my first part done already, now I am going to talk about the dream I had last night.

I really like dreams; especially when I can remember them. Last night my dream encompassed an amusement park. I wasn't sure where I was but it was...a lake! We were driving to a lake and we went to the right side. Eventually we ran up against a fence to our right and met acquaintances. We spoke but nothing of importance. Then as we were leaving we got to an amusement park or another public space that people were walking. The next vivid part of the dream I remember is seeing two faces. One was the thin face of a man who had black facial hair running from the tip of his ear down around his mouth. Then I saw a friend named Brent. The very next thing I felt was a warming embrace. I saw Brent's face before this happened, and felt a guy wrap his arms around me. The PDA wasn't as off putting as I had anticipated. I felt like I belonged to him in the charming and not creepy way. Then he grabbed my hand and we walked out of the place. We met up with his friend and went into this alley where he lived. We were stopped by a law enforcement officer asking us about something we were hiding. We got through unscathed and went into his apartment room. Him and his friend allowed us to grab a granola bar. Then we were off.

We went walking down town. His hand was in mine, and I was smiling. Eventually we made it to a store with never ending shelves. Shampoo and conditioner adorned the shelves and he and I picked out some. Throughout the night it appeared we were running errands for him. I didn't mind. I was just happy to be with him.

I have no idea what this dream means, but it was incredible to participate in it. Do I wish that part of it was founded in truth of what the future holds? Absolutely. I don't know a girl who wouldn't want to feel the way I was feeling in the dream; yet I am not going to obsess or try to find a meaning in it. I'm going to hold onto the memory of the experience itself.