04.09.08
Yeah, so I'm awful at this whole "writing a story" thing. Sorry. I just don't have anything in me to write right now.
1.09.08
Yo. I wrote a chapter for my new story. I'm putting In Each One A Savior on hold for right now. Sorry, I know, I suck, but I would rather put it on hold and finish it somewhat decently in the future, than force it out and have it turn out to be shit right now. I'm a little excited about my new story, The Only Sure Thing. It's my first time writing in first person, so I'm probably going to fuck up tenses and shit all the time, please bear with me.
12.10.07
Ok, I have two days left with both hands, so I decided to find pictures of my new characters. I decided screw making up my own characters, I'm going to steal existing people's faces.
Colin
Emma
That's all I have so far. I think this story is going to be better than my other one and a half. I promise that I'll finish In Each One A Savior, but I just don't have anything to write right now. I know what I want to happen, I just don't know how to make it come out without hating it.
12.09.07
Hey. I'm having surgery on my wrist in a few days so I'm pretty much going to be out of commission for a while. I'm having some trouble finishing "In Each One A Savior", but I'm also trying to start a new story (soon to be posted "The Only Sure Thing"). Maybe getting away from one story will help me finish it eventually. Sorry to anyone who wants more. I'm thinking about it whenever I can, but I can't seem to pump out anything worthwhile.
Ok. Let's do this.
I'm Andrea, and sometimes I write stories.
Here's something I've learned: Words are great. They really are. But that's all they are. They're words. They mean whatever you put into them. I use strong language like it's my job. I don't put any particular stock in any words. Swears, to me, are just like any other word. I think the reason some people are bothered by them is that they have been conditioned by society to think that they are bad words.
Just think, if you grew up thinking table was the dirtiest swear word in the entire english
language, and you thought a table was called a fuck, and then you walked into a classroom
as a six year old and when the teacher was labeling things in the room (my teachers did this
to teach us to read and write, I don't know if yours did) and you saw that the tables said
table on them and she called them tables, you would either run crying to your mom and tell
her the teacher swears at you, or you'd say something along the lines of "that's a fuck not
a...table" the last word probably being whispered, and you'd get sent to the principle's
office.
Anyway, what I'm saying is words only hold the value you assign to them, and I do not give them the power to bother me. So in short, if you're offended by strong language you're probably not going to like my story. Sorry.
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