I've been grossly neglecting my beloved notebook ever since i started this blog. i've written in it maybe once or twice since. that's not the only reason though. i don't really like my current notebook, my third since i picked up a pen years ago. it was a gift, i guess. my friend works at pepsi and he had won it as a prize at his christmas party which consisted of other cooler things, to him anyway, so he had no qualms of parting with it. i saw it in his car and my first thought was, cool. it's gotta soft, kind of puffy blue cover and it's small enough to fit in my pocket and has a red ribbon for a bookmark, which really caught my eye because i used to hate trying to flip through pages to find the next empty one. when i'm in a hurry and want to write immediately that would really annoy me. so all these things that i love about it go out the window because if its only but huge downfall, it's bound tighter than a virgin's legs. (i just slapped myself for using that metaphor. sometimes originality has to take a back seat to corn.) this is extremely irritating when writing because i have to hold it open while i write, no good. she's like a super model, pretty on the outside and empty inside. sorry for offending any super models who might be reading, you know i love you.
my phone's another reason, i text myself ideas and lines so i don't forget by the time i get to my notebook. didn't work, just made me lazier. now i just have a phone full of drafts, one liners and single words which might have made sense when i put them in but now when i look at some, i have no fucking idea what i was thinking of. "only mississippi can feel me" is one of my favourites. let me know if you think you know what the hell i was thinking of. i'm gonna go with something to do with the blues. that's all i know about mississippi, that and the klan, which seems a good of a reason as any to have the blues.
lastly, i'm bored of writing poetry, i guess that was bound to happen after a couple of notebooks full of crappy poems revolving around three basic themes. booooring. i'll bore you with them when i have nothing else to say.
which brings me to my point. yes, i had a point and am only now getting to it. even though i really enjoy writing this blog, i really, really want to write short stories and maybe, just maybe a novel one day but let's not get ahead of ourselves. short stories are hard enough, not so much the writing but coming up with an idea with some substance and entertainment. i've got 1 on paper, 1 in my head (which wants to hide in there a bit longer. procrastination might be its demise but i promise to do whatever i can to not lose it... except for writing it) and 1 that i just started yesterday after coming up with the idea a week or two ago. (procrastination - 1000, me - 1) this story will be my biggest challenge yet. it's very different from anything i've ever written, it has some fantasy in it. i usually write very real things, they're easier, you don't have to be as creative. the biggest obstacle however, will be writing about love. i've written about the part when the boy and girl meet already and have left it at that for now. i've never been in love. i've been infatuated a million times but definitely have never been in love. so it's probably going to be a little corny. i don't really have any experience to draw from for that part of the story. we'll see how it goes. feel free to tell me anything that you might think will help me with this. so wish me luck. if it goes good, i hope to try to get it published. some of you know i tried with my last one but my professor suggested some changes to make it better, which, once again due to procrastination and a loss of care, put back on the burner.
ps. some of you had mentioned how you were unable to comment on my posts and i just recently realized there's a setting to change that and i did. so if you still can't leave a comment let me know. and email me a "hi" at
bit.2@hotmail.com if you want me to send the story when i'm done unless i already have your email address of course. but don't expect it to be anytime soon.
I've been grossly neglecting my beloved notebook ever since i started this blog. i've written in it maybe once or twice since. that's not the only reason though. i don't really like my current notebook, my third since i picked up a pen years ago. it was a gift, i guess. my friend works at pepsi and he had won it as a prize at his christmas party which consisted of other cooler things, to him anyway, so he had no qualms of parting with it. i saw it in his car and my first thought was, cool. it's gotta soft, kind of puffy blue cover and it's small enough to fit in my pocket and has a red ribbon for a bookmark, which really caught my eye because i used to hate trying to flip through pages to find the next empty one. when i'm in a hurry and want to write immediately that would really annoy me. so all these things that i love about it go out the window because if its only but huge downfall, it's bound tighter than a virgin's legs. (i just slapped myself for using that metaphor. sometimes originality has to take a back seat to corn.) this is extremely irritating when writing because i have to hold it open while i write, no good. she's like a super model, pretty on the outside and empty inside. sorry for offending any super models who might be reading, you know i love you.
