a miscellany
7219 / 50000 words. 14% done!
+ do you remember my neighbor? I talked about her a while back, because she was dying and I loved her. I never did say it, but she did die soon after that, and I just now wanted to say that when she was young, she went up the Rhine River on Hitler's yacht with her husband and his regiment, and it was her birthday, and the war was over.
+ things I am never doing when I am older: taking romantic advice from any of my older siblings.
+ things I did do today: called colleges, asked about gap years and transferring credits from a community college. checked out Oxford and Cambridge's requirements for admission, because it is a possibility, even if a vague one.
+ I've been thinking about potential careers, because hi! graduating from high school in a year and a half, need to start figuring out a major. and you know, I really want a job that I can help people in. like, really help people. and I mean, I could be a social worker/counselor and still be in a field that's totally relevant to my interests. it's a definite possibility, and one I'm interested in. I want to help people.
+ Poetry, you guys. I've got 97 poetry bookmarks right now and the number is only growing, because I'm hunting poetry down tonight. Yay! it's being inspiration for my NaNo. Speaking of which.
+ NaNoWriMo is being... interesting. I got about six thousand words down and then today I started writing and *bam* suddenly I'm writing in second person about Jared, who's hardly supposed to be the MC, and it's all this weird, prose-poetry like stuff, but it's a load of fun to write and I'm really enjoying cathartically throwing my own issues into the mix. So, two tiny sections of it that sort of go together. (omg why am I writing in second this is not supposed to happen! maybe it is bleedover from my crossover exchange? uh.)
Somewhere in Virginia the four of you turn off the roads and there's a small house, nothing special, sitting on it's acre of land with a weary look to it, as if it has given up long ago. The woman who answers the door is white-haired, but she looks young. Anna had told you this, had told you about the woman who paid the color of her hair for the workings of her hands.
You would think her hair would be black, but it falls down her back in white waves.
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Don't blink. Don't say what you're thinking. Somewhere in Virginia a woman is selling the curve of her lips for the subtle weave of space. Kiss her once more before she does.
you guys I'm pretty sure I'm certifiably insane.