I can see your skepticism when you read the title. You’re giving me the ol’ skeptical eye again.
Flustered? you say. Girl. You are sixteen. You need to clillax. The world will take care of itself …
NO IT WON’T. THE WORLD NEEDS ME TO MANAGE IT. The world is practically helpless without my guidance. I’m just surprised it survived 6,000 years without me. Thankfully, I’m here, and the world can chillax. However, the Keeper of the World cannot rest.
I really hate to admit this, but writing is a form of art.
Why do I hate to admit this? Well, I don’t like to think of writing as an art because artists of all sorts tend to get into this attitude of laziness.
“It’s art. Art can’t be rushed.”
Most of the time, this is an excuse for laziness. Oh, don’t you dare give me that look. It is, too! “I can’t paint right now – the muse isn’t with me.” THE MUSE ISN’T WITH THOSE EPISODES OF SHERLOCK YOU’RE BINGE-WATCHING, EITHER, SWEETIE.
I bet y’all are wondering, “Why the sand? What does that have to do with blogging? Or writing? Or anything related to blogging or writing?”
ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. It is the first stock photo that came up. It wasn’t even the BEST stock photo that came up! I AM SO GENIUS I SHALL TAKE OVER THE WORLD WITH TERRIBLE STOCK PHOTOS. I SHALL BE SUPREME LEADER! *evil laughter* I AM A TERRIBLE BLOGGER MUHAHAHA. *coughs*
A few months ago, I posted 25 Spoiler-Free Facts About The Dressmaker’s Secret. And if you thought I was just going to do it for one novel, you were wrong. (No surprise there, eh?) (What?! I’m kidding!) (You are a very smart person … you’re just dumb about this one thing …)
A single tear slid down the girl’s pale cheek. Her lips trembled, and she breathed slowly, evenly to prevent her sobs from ripping from her throat. Her mascara, a sickly dark brown color, stuck to her lower eyelashes, giving the appearance of a tween who has no idea how to do her face. She picked up her pencil and lowered it to the page of calculations, her hand trembling …
That’s right – it’s that time again. When children are chained to their desks and forced to learn things they don’t even need to learn just for the sake of keeping them out from under their parents’ feet.
Anywho, we’re back to dares! You missed ’em, didn’t you? Oh, c’mon, I know you did. All the fun of seeing me not accomplish things and chuckling quietly about it to yourself.
Hello ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to another post on my blog (*doesn’t know what else to say*). We have a couple exciting announcements at the bottom of this post, but before we get around to that, other stuff is happening.
Which … is ridiculously vague, but there you have it.
OTHER STUFF IS HAPPENING.
Hopefully, by this point, you are ridiculously excited. You’re sitting there at your laptop*, screaming and jumping up and down**, and everyone is giving you weird looks, but you ignore them.
First, I’m going to have to ask my friend Lana to forgive me for using her beautiful illustration without her permission. I quite frankly forgot to ask. I did credit her, however. So … am I forgiven?* I’m a terrible person.
Second, this is a kind of random post with a bunch of different stuff in it. There will be some writing updates, some life updates, and some random ramblings. AND, of course, I’ll be having some Summer Goals. Because I came up with another batch. #CantDecide
*No, I don’t actually expect you to forgive me, Lana. You can hate me forever … if you want ….