To celebrate me and my new age, I just wanted to say thank you. I don’t say it enough. Clearly, I’m not well-mannered.
Thanks so much for the birthday wishes. Even though you’re all just reminding me that I’m older…
To everyone who remembered it’s my birthday, can I have your memory? I don’t have my date of birth posted publicly on Facebook or anywhere for that matter. So kudos to you. Let’s hope I remember yours.
I appreciate anyone and everyone for putting up with me, for putting up with my bad humour and blog posts. How do you do it?
You make this experience that much more enjoyable. Who knows I might have stopped blogging a long time ago or started making my posts private. But I didn’t do either. Because I would dearly miss the interactions.
I don’t know what else to say, but thank you so very much!
Please continue to put up with me? For another year at least. I’ll be twenty in 2017. Let’s hope I’ll be a better writer and blogger.
No guarantee, though. Maybe this year will be my blogging demise.
I should’ve ended this post a long time ago. Better late than never. I know. Never late is better.
Sending you my love,
19 year old me
I sometimes wish that books in a series were approximately the same length.
So the books would look about the same in terms of thickness.
Consistency makes me happy.
The above pleases me.
The below not so much.
I’m not that bothered by it. I just thought I’d make a blog post about my strange thoughts.
I’m not wishing for more followers or views or likes or comments, but they are always welcome. I am grateful for every single one.
Besides I don’t blog because I want fame or fortune. I just wish to continue blogging as frequently as I can. Even though I said I’d be blogging less, I’m doing my best to not stay true to my word. Until November.
Naturally I gravitate towards doing what I love in order to put off what I don’t.
That’s why I blog rather than complete schoolwork.
And I hope you do the same so I’m able to stalk you.
I mean I want you to blog. Not avoid work or neglect school. I don’t condone that.
Because there is no school and no stress.
July is a good month to do a whack-load of stuff. For me it’s the most relaxing month of them all.
I realize that sentiment doesn’t apply to everybody.
Still, ten months of school for fourteen years is the worst. At least once university starts, I’ll have eight months of school and four months of summer.
July is my most stress-free month. What’s yours?
As if I need to say it, but I’d rather write 50,000 words every month each year than go to school at all. Can someone grant me that wish?
Over here in Canada, Christmas is so close, I can almost taste it.
But I know it’s already December the 25th in many parts of the world.
Merry Christmas or happy whatever-you-celebrate. If you don’t celebrate anything, happy Thursday.
Happy Holidays everyone.
I wish I could wish you all personally. But I
I’m not asking for too much this year.
All I want for Christmas is:
- For that novel to write itself.
- For all manuscripts to edit themselves.
- For a publishing deal to fall from the sky.
Reading a dictionary to learn new words that are
- and purposeful.
That’s my kind of English class right there.