Thursday, October 27, 2011

Creepy Building...

I often hear noises coming from upstairs. It's strange, though, because there isn't "upstairs."

This is the 3rd floor, the last floor. Above us there's only the roof. Two nights ago I had trouble sleeping. I couldn't calm my thoughts, they were too loud. My thoughts sometimes do that to me. They are stubborn, and don't listen to me when I beg them to stay quiet. Instead of showing any mercy at all, they keep on laughing, playing, making faces at me. Because of them, I stayed up that night. I left the bed, sat on the couch reading The Hobbit, tried to relax my soul with Gandalf's wise words, but not even his magic was powerful enough to put me to sleep.

As I stood there, struggling with myself, I heard those weird noises coming from the ceiling. In fact, I just heard them now. It sounded as if someone was closing a door. There's no doubt that was a door closing. It was the type of noise someone makes when distractedly closing a door behind him / her. Loud, though not necessarily the annoyed type of slamming a door. Just distractedly pushing it back.

What do you think that means?

An invisible world above my building?

A hidden room. A hidden floor! A hidden floor inhabited by invisible people.

A hidden floor inhabited by... ghosts!

Old Dreams


Yesterday, Michael brought home the first draft of my latest novel. He printed it up and brought it to me. I felt strange when he handed it to me, though strange in a good way. Although this might sound ridiculous, I felt as if holding a child in my arms -- greeting my baby.

I don't know precisely why that is the case, but writers tend to create emotional bonds with their work. Characters, even the mean ones, are always very dear to us. I suppose readers also develop attachments to the stories they like the most. For instance, I speak for many when I say that Harry Potter shall always be a great friend.

This novel, in particular, is very important to me. Although I can't tell you a lot about it, I would like to say that it definitely represents a transition in my life. I've been writing since I was a kid, but this story is the watershed that separates my childhood and my adult life. It brought me great happiness and great pain, too, and I believe this mixture of feelings allowed my writing to become more mature. Oh, how I wish I could tell you more, but I'm superstitious, and I suppose I can't say a word about this story before I publish it.

Thank you, and don't forget to wish me good luck. I'll need it.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Still Alive!

Hey guys,

Sorry it's been a while since my last post. Tonight, though, we finally got internet working here! This week I promise you'll hear more news on what's going on in my life and read the next Voice of Youth article. There are so many things I want to tell you!

So... stay tuned!

-- Becca