Currently, I am working on my final speech for my Speech class, the only class I think I’m going to pass this semester. It’s a simple speech, why Harry Potter is superior to Twilight, but I’m having fun thinking of some fun stuff to say. I should have posted this much earlier too, but I also finished my NaNoWriMo novel. The first draft is a little bit over 50K, but I am proud of myself that I finished it. If you want to check out the rough draft (don’t worry, it’s free), I’ll provide a link at the end of this post.
After working on Waxing Darkness, for over a month, it feels weird not writing for long periods of time. I know I’m going to continue writing, even when I’m editing the book to put up for sale. NaNoWriMo has revitalized my desire to tell stories, let them be good or bad. As long as they make it past 50K, I’ll be happy. It’s also showed me that I’m not a completely terrible writer; I’m at least better than Stephenie Meyer.
For the past few days though, it has been unbearable to even breath. It doesn’t feel like the flu, although that’s what they’re going to call it. I keep feeling like I’m going to collapse in the middle of one of my classes one day and wake up in a hospital bed. Nothing just seems to feel right anymore.
For research for my speech, I looked back through the Twilight books. Within one of them is a poem by Robert Frost, Fire and Ice. It got me thinking back to a poem that I memorized back in middle school, the poem from The Outsiders. Thankfully, Google exists, and I found the poem. I read through it and felt blown away; a poem I didn’t really understand in the past now spoke so clearly to me. I hope to add his poem to one of my stories one day, one that can do it great justice.
Link to story: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/108008