Yes! To those who want to know I'm finished with the second book to the trilogy! I also have some tweeks and editing and then...well then off to the third and final!
Thanks for sticking through and thank you for believing in "My Dearest Rose.":)
Goodnight folks!
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Friday, June 22, 2012
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Imposter: The pretenders
We live in a world where all of a sudden everyones motto is 'Be yourself' or something to reference that. What's so funny about this, is we are also in a world where so many people are not themselves, a lot of them (not all) but a lot who actually say this. They are lying to themselves and are trying to get others to believe that this person who they WANT to be are in fact the person they are. And those who are closest to know. Without really meaning to, these people are actually EXACTLY who they try so hard NOT to be, an imposter, a poser, a great pretender.
What made me think of this to write? I typed in something on an internet search and a big list popped up of 'How to be like ---' I won't say who. I was just thinking "Really? People really look up how to be someone else?"
And really who wouldn't want to be someone else sometimes? I admit that it would be great to step into someone else's place. Someone beautiful, famous. The someone you think has everything. But you can't, so to some people, the next best step is to morph themselves to try to become like this person, whether the person is real or fictional. If you do that, you fool no one but yourself. So instead how about you look in the mirror, come to terms with who you really are. Who are you? Well, you are who you try so hard not to be. Look for what comes natural to you, what you love the most. Look to where your mind travels and where your heart always goes back to. That is who you are. After all, who kows? Chances are, someone out there wants to be you.
What made me think of this to write? I typed in something on an internet search and a big list popped up of 'How to be like ---' I won't say who. I was just thinking "Really? People really look up how to be someone else?"
And really who wouldn't want to be someone else sometimes? I admit that it would be great to step into someone else's place. Someone beautiful, famous. The someone you think has everything. But you can't, so to some people, the next best step is to morph themselves to try to become like this person, whether the person is real or fictional. If you do that, you fool no one but yourself. So instead how about you look in the mirror, come to terms with who you really are. Who are you? Well, you are who you try so hard not to be. Look for what comes natural to you, what you love the most. Look to where your mind travels and where your heart always goes back to. That is who you are. After all, who kows? Chances are, someone out there wants to be you.
Friday, June 15, 2012
Here's to you
Hello. It been a while (feels like ages) since I have wrote you. This time I won't be expecting a letter back. What was it? Back when we were teenagers I believe is when the last letter was passed. I remember. I was 17. I passed it to you as I passed by your pew at church. I was happy to see you there and jealous that you weren't leaving with me. But that's okay. I had made my mistakes and had to reap whatever it was that I sewed. I felt that as I do now that what we had was far more valuable then just the usual. Far more real, far more touchable.
In this world together. And we were. But really who was I to tempt fate and think it would be forever? I should have been smarter. I should have learned to stand on my own two feet better then, to rely on only me. Because little did I know that's what would happen after it was all said and done. After the final song and dance was over and there was nothing left but too vivid memories. The ones you can taste you know?
Ever since then it's been tough to be alone and if I want to be honest with myself and with you, I fear it a little, though I would never admit that to anyone else. It may weaken the gaurd. The gaurd that only two people have been able to penetrate, and you know who they are.
I got his idea of a letter from my grandma. I thought it was a terrible idea...and maybe it is. But terrible or not here I am. I guess I figured if I wrote it on a sheet of paper, sealed it in a envelope, and stuffed it in a box it would mean more, and just be between you and me. But really? It's only shared with me. Just me.
So here's to another passed letter, to something a little more then disgrace, to in this world together, to temptiong fate, last phone calls, last hugs, and last kisses, hopes for eachother, and sealed secrets. Here's to you and me. Here's to everything in this world being etched into the stars.
Love, Jess
In this world together. And we were. But really who was I to tempt fate and think it would be forever? I should have been smarter. I should have learned to stand on my own two feet better then, to rely on only me. Because little did I know that's what would happen after it was all said and done. After the final song and dance was over and there was nothing left but too vivid memories. The ones you can taste you know?
Ever since then it's been tough to be alone and if I want to be honest with myself and with you, I fear it a little, though I would never admit that to anyone else. It may weaken the gaurd. The gaurd that only two people have been able to penetrate, and you know who they are.
I got his idea of a letter from my grandma. I thought it was a terrible idea...and maybe it is. But terrible or not here I am. I guess I figured if I wrote it on a sheet of paper, sealed it in a envelope, and stuffed it in a box it would mean more, and just be between you and me. But really? It's only shared with me. Just me.
So here's to another passed letter, to something a little more then disgrace, to in this world together, to temptiong fate, last phone calls, last hugs, and last kisses, hopes for eachother, and sealed secrets. Here's to you and me. Here's to everything in this world being etched into the stars.
Love, Jess
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