I started to tear up…aw man. This is really sweet.
Today I’d like to wish my wonderful grandparents a happy anniversary. They bring a smile to my face because they act like close friends and still in their old age, they hold hands and go out to movie dates.
I’ve promised to write them while I’m away at school. I know that they don’t know how blogs work exactly, though they’ve tried hard to get onto my cousins in the past. I haven’t told them of my blog yet simply because I mainly focus on my writing here, not my life…however that may change just a tad. I have written posts about myself without writing being one of the main themes.
Well, Nana and Granddad I had a wonderful time with you this week, and I’m glad that I got to spend time with you on your special day before heading off to university.
I love you both.
— O. Ryder.
We try so hard to stay strong, and to do everything on our own but we know that we really don’t need to go at things all alone.
So today, after a week of not writing, I finally got back to working on my novel. It felt good holding that pencil between my fingers. It felt familiar.
So far I haven’t written much, but I know that a two pages is better than nothing at all. I supposed I’ll be getting back to work in an hour or two now that I’ve got food in my belly, and stretched my legs.
I’ve been busy running around, trying to get things done before I go off to school. I’m about as excited about starting the next chapter in my life as I am when starting the next chapter of my novel. I usually don’t give myself a goal of how many pages I write in a day and for how long, however I might push myself to at least get through this scene.
I tend to try and work on my novel once a day. I find that whenever I break my routine I have to force myself back into it. Thankfully I adapt quickly.
How has writing been going for everyone else? I hope you’ve taken some time to enjoy the beautiful weather today. I wish I took pictures on my walk.
After a long day of exercise, I don’t think it’s fair for me to have a massive headache. Do you?
My final game.
My final year.
So much has happened.
Its almost here.
It will be seven.
I’ll rise from bed.
With things all packed
And thoughts in my head.
Then we’ll load the car.
My mother might cry.
We’ll head out on the road.
Then say our goodbye.
My room is full of so many lists so that I can keep organized…however my room is a complete mess.
I love this. It all makes sense.
Tired I am.
Yes, tired am I.
So, so tired,
I can’t shut my eyes.
When the suns out,
What will I do?
Crawl under my covers,
grumble and stew.
— Orion Ryder , 2014.