I am a terrible blogger. Really it is the truth. I love reading blogs. I love blogs that are witty and introspective and really show the bloggers personality. I am more of a e-mail girl. Give me an actual reader and I shine. So e-mail me! That will be my new pick up line as I had you my card and a wink and turn to walk away. A fail safe way to never get that e-mail. So e-mail me! No business card and I wont walk away but a wink is a must, mostly because it looks like you are having mini convulsions or a weird twitch. E-mail me grannypro@gmail.com wink coming your way!

A little bit of Jared Leto for you. You're welcome! I was searching for an image that showed nervousness and this is what came up. I had to post a picture of Jordan Catalano. He was one big reason I watched My So Called Life. Super pretty! I wanted to post this just because. And it makes me feel like I am fifteen again. Not that I ever want to go back there.

So, I know that I am an awful blog writer. It has been nearly a month since my last post. I feel a smidge like I am in confession right now, well how I would imagine it to be since I am not actually Catholic. I am going to try to post every few days. Try!

Anyways, yesterday I went to my first write-in for Nano. I loved meeting other writers and getting to talk to them about something I am passionate about that they were too. Some of their novels sounded so great I can't wait to read them.

Since I am getting ready to graduate I am getting a little nervous. Right now I have built in workshop, we have to do it, as nerve wracking as it is, it really helps make you better. I have been thinking about trying to put together a writing group to get together to workshop each others stories or novels. I have kind of been at a loss of how to find people who are like to me to put this thing together since in the real world I don't know writers. Nano I think might be a great way to put this together. I am however a little nervous. It is important that whoever is critiquing your work is someone you trust because things can turn real ugly real quick if it isn't. Also what is the point in having someone workshop your piece if you don't really trust their judgement. It also feels a little like you are asking someone on a date. That is how nervous this makes me, oh the possibility of rejection. I laughed even as I typed that at how silly that is. That's alright.

One of the girls that was at the write-in yesterday mentioned a website called one word which is a writing prompt website. So I might start posting some things I write from that also try to be a little better about posting for Sunday Scribblings. My prompt today was headband and written in sixty seconds:

My hair fell around the curves of my face and into my eyes. "I can't even see with this stupid headband on,"I thought. I try to shove the tangled mess back into place when the car in front of me suddenly stops. "Oh God," was the last thing that ran through my head.

Well, I will post it even if it bad, like today's.

Starvation

People have asked me in the past why I read books more than once. Some people are avid readers who apparently are satisfied with reading a book only once and others almost never read for fun. There really is only one way I have been able to answer this question that actually conveys what i am trying to say.

Imagine that you are starving. Not like you ate four hours ago and are peckish, but that you haven't eaten anything in some ridiculous amount of time like 24 hours. Now imagine that right in front of you is your favorite meal, for me it would be ooey gooey macaroni and cheese and maybe some pizza, but please feel free to imagine your own yummy concoction. When you sit down to eat this meal while you are as hungry as you are, you probably will eat as fast as you can just to get it in. Reading is like that for me.

Reading a book, a really good one anyway, for the first time is like I have been starving. I shove as much in at a time as I can just because I can't wait to be satisfied. Once i am done with the book the first time through I full. I have read through as fast as I can and have satiated my need for the moment. But, like our bodies, my mind gets hungry again, never as bad as the first time, there is no starvation with the second read through but I take my time reading and tasting each morsel to satisfy something else. To really learn this piece of work, to take in the subtle nuances of flavor. And each read through after satisfies me just a little more than the time before so sooner or later I am walking around with a belly stuffed full of wonderfulness.

Not every book is like that for me, of course, though I will try any book once. Some are like cooked cauliflower, I just cannot get through it, and others are like a juicy steak, I have eaten it before and don't ever plan on eating it again.

On another note NaNoWriMo is almost here!! This is my first time participating and I am so excited! My fingers are crossed, I am going to try to get all of my homework for November done before it starts so I can focus on WriMo. Wish me luck.

Sunday Scribblings just one day late

I can’t see her, but I can feel that she may be just paces away. I’m glad she picked this place. The trees here pull me in, sucking me deeper, while still feeling as if the edge is right behind me. Each trunk is a world within this one, ants carrying their bounty up and down the bark roadways, spiders catching their prey, birds capturing the juiciest spiders. I step forward through a break in the trees to sense where she might be hiding, the carpet of pine needles shift and break under my step. Just as I sensed she was here, I now know she has gone. The circle continues just like the ant, spider, and bird; our adventure of predator and prey carries on.