I have heard that writing a is a labor of love, but I have never really had the drive to write anything, so I never really understood it, but over the last week or so I have realized that it is true. For the last week I have been occupying my snow days by writing a fan fiction, and right now I am mentally exhausted. Fan fiction, for those of you that don't know, is when someone takes the characters from a published work, and write how they think the characters would act in unique situations. I know it sound like copyrighting, but they don't make any profit off of it, and they write a disclaimer saying that they do not own the movie/show/play/cartoon/book/manga that there story is about so it is alright.
I really like fanfiction and my friend Inayah thinks that I could write a really good one, so I decided to go ahead and write one. I dedicated that I would write the first chapter this week and that it would have 1,000 words at least. I finally finished a couple hours ago. It's not good as I would like, and I think I should have written more on the ending put I am worn out.
I was planning on posting it on here as well as fanfiction.net, but for some reason my computer won't let me copy and paste, and I don't want to re type the whole thing. It is probably just as well because if you have never seen Ouran High school Host Club, you won't enjoy it as much as you would if you have seen the show. I keep the story on a flash drive though so if your really interested you can ask next time you see me if you can read it.
well it's late and as I have already said I am tired, but I can't wait until Inayah sees my story. I bet see will be very excited.
Tonight we had a sock hop at our Church building and it was so fun. I admit that at first I didn't want to go. I was feeling lazy so sitting on the couch and watching Stargate SG1 was more desirable then the hassle of getting ready. However Mom insisted that I go, and I am really glade she did. I got to dress up and I felt so pretty. In fact I won the best costume contest. The prise? The prise was a reses pieces. It made me think of Tressa. I felt like the bell o the ball and dancing was so fun. unfortunately there were no boys my age. the closest were a twelve year old and a nineteen year old. However I did dance with dad. It all made me wish I was a fifties gal.
Here are a couple of pictures of me and my friends
