Sunflower, Sunflower

Sunflower, sunflower

tell me your tale.

Your heart's made of bricks,

your soul left in jail.

Your spirit is broken,

your mind in thrall.

Sunflower, sunflower

tell me all.

The rain's not yet passed,

the sun waits by its tail.

Sunflower, sunflower

tell me your tale.

Inspired by looking at the cover of one of my leather journals. It has different flowers in a garden and the biggest one is a sort of gold-yellow sunflower.

Now my mom and I are going to go watch Letters to Juliet, which is an amazing movie!

Cheerio, peeps!

P.S. Watching A Very Potter Musical again for no particular reason. I love it!

And Infublo hopefully got a Mac today, just like me.

I don't care what people say, Apple RULES!

And I didn't have school today, and I won't again tomorrow. ;-)

Arrr! A Pirate Be I!

Welcome, one and all, to Ariella's musical theater!
This year's play shall be...
*Drum roll*

The Pirates of Penzance, Junior!
(I know it sucks, but my school always does the junior version of plays.)

Zev (A boy from school, whom I believe I've mentioned before...?) is an opera singer, and this is HIS play. He loves it. When we used to do talent shows at school, he always sang "I am a Pirate King."
It is now posted below, for your enjoyment.


Sorry the people are so weird looking.

Anyway... Well, not much else, really. Most of this year's teacher are pretty good. A few, who will not be named, are not so very good... (I would say more, but I know of one teacher specifically who reads this, although he isn't my teacher this year, and I don't want to get in trouble.)

Been doing a lot of writing, both on my new manuscript (Hooray, for the assassin! The government shall never catch her! No, I won't say anything else about it for now.) and editing Reborn.
I have been told by multiple people that I WILL be published, for real, not just self-publishing.
And that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy and glowy! :-D

Cheerio, peeps!

Snapshots

Unbeknownst to all, there is an old trunk in the attic. It has been undisturbed since 1944. It is full of the snapshots of life.

One is of children eating cotton candy at a carnival. Another is of a bride throwing her bouquet to her waiting friends. Snapshots of life.

Every picture is a moment, caught in a split second, the moment the holder's finger clicked the button. Since that time, some of the magic has been lost. Before you get the perfect moment, you position your camera, play with the buttons, pose the people.

There are very few snapshots of life left.

Back then, the impromptu photos were truly impromptu, no poses.

And in the attic, this box waits for the moment it will be found and dusted. Unlocked and opened. But until then, all it can do is pray that one day its' contents will be found and examined and used to once again create true snapshots of life.

Funny little story. I don't know if that whole thing about not posing photos back then is true, but it's sort of how I feel sometimes, being an amateur photographer. But I also like to position people anyway.

Cheerio, peeps.

Sugar and Glass

I live in a world

made of sugar and glass.

One loud step

and the walls fall en masse.

Sweet and clear

will never make my troubles disappear.

I live in world

made of sugar and glass.

Which is really a world

made of lies and of fear.

I tried to do some rhyming. I think it worked surprisingly well.

Okay, about the cooking blog, I promise we'll post tomorrow. We've got cookies, ice cream cake, chocolate and peanut butter rice crispies, turkey... what-ever-they're-called-s, and some other stuff.

PROMISE!!!

Well, workin' on some new things. I've got a romance/ghost story/murder mystery idea coming pretty well, and I'm still working on Assassin, so I should be able to keep pretty busy until I got back to Reborn.

Honestly, I'm a bit afraid to. Now, I know the writing in the beginning is pretty bad, but I'm cutting a whole character and moving her to be introduced in the second book, so that will take a LOT. I even have at least 2 chapters that she narrates!!

But if I must, I must.

I WILL GET THIS MANUSCRIPT PUBLISHED!!!!!

One of my teachers this year used to be an editor, so once I do the second draft, I'll give a copy to her, and some copies to a few other teachers, and let them edit for me, if they want to. Hopefully. After I have about 4 teachers AND my mom AND (hopefully) my book selling uncle (Maybe...) AND my friends AND a previously-published, soon-to-be again published author AND myself one more time, to make the 3rd draft, then I will hopefully be ready to BEGIN sending to agents.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Okay. I'm better now.

School started again. It's school. More tomorrow, or something. I have to go to be.

G'nignt, all.

Cheerio, peeps.

P.S. I did this cool thing where all the books I have in my bookshelves that I haven't read, I put yellow sticky notes on. I have started now trying to read all the marked books. I hope to finish before the end of the school year. Maybe not, but I'll try.