Ah....I'm getting really excited now. I just started writing a new little something (which will, hopefully, one day turn in to a complete book.) and I'm just really getting in to it. Everything's just really clicking. It's all coming together, and it's a bit hard for me to think I'm just creating this from my thoughts and such. I mean, I'm making people. Of course, they are fictional people, but still, it's cool for me. I don't think I've ever really been this excited about something I've written before. So, I'm happy right now.
Of course, I'm happy, but I'm still having a hard time waiting for the fourth, and final =(, book in the Twilight series to come out. I must say, these books are my obsession. They've started to film the movie (which comes out December 12th. -sigh- Another long wait.) and I'm checking for updates, like, every few hours. Seriously. I am not ashamed to say that I do have an obsession with the entire series. =) Oh well. At least Stephenie (the author) is coming out with another book (called The Host. Not part of the Twilight thing, but it looks awesome.) sooner. On May 6, to be exact. Only 19 days!! Yay!! (Sadly, there are 107 days until Breaking Dawn, the fourth book. Yesh. I do check the countdown too. xD)
Anywho, I really wanted to post another little poem-thing on here..so, sorry for the extra length of this post. I've got a lot to say. =) While we were in Seattle, I started a writing project. I was writing letters to inanimate objects. I haven't written one in forever, what with everything that's been going on, but I really want to start them up again. They're kind of fun to write. So, I'm going to show y'all one!! This one, is written to a water bottle. Enjoy.
Tuesday, March 4th, 2008
Dear Water Bottle,
I believe I opened you a while ago. I was sick, and I needed something to drink badly. Well, I never did finish you. Now, you just sit next to my bed, half-full, and I imagine quite lonely. I imagine that your contents will go down the drain, and you to the recycling. I wonder if you enjoyed your life. I would hate to be packaged like you were for so long. And then I set you free, only to be ignored once more. Please forgive me.