“What, um, what do you think?” I asked nervously. I choked on my voice explaining, “Art is kind of my thing. You’re my inspiration. I hope you don’t mind.”
She shook her head. Was that a good or bad sign? She snapped her mouth closed only to open it again. “This is. . . . I don’t know what to say. This is insane.” She chewed on her thumbnail absently with her eyes still glued to the wall before she visibly shook herself and brushed by me. “I have to go.”
Like an idiot I grabbed her arm to keep her from leaving. “Wait Emily, please. You promised you wouldn’t do this. Tell me what you’re thinking.”
She twisted out my grasp and glared at me through her sparkling eyes. “Is this what you think of me? Like I’m a piece of meat? Is a dog controlling your brain, because you act like one every time we go out, trying to mark your territory. I think I’m starting to get it.” She huffed and marched out the door. “This is too much. I need to go.”
I felt numb as I heard her clomp down the stairs, heard her engine start and race down the street. My heart felt heavy, a terrible headache forming behind my eyes. Was I going to cry? I touched the rough canvas closest to me as my eyes burned. Obsession. I was obsessed with Emily and it scared her away.
The canvas of her flaming hair, ripe breasts, and long legs ended up in the trash.Why can't I do that anymore? Ugh, sorry. I'm just arghing over the fact that my writing has suffered recently. The last time I touched that particular piece was back in the beginning of June. I have it right here. 6/1/09.
I keep trying to do something about The Other Side but . . . it's stuck. That's the only thing I have for it. The word, not thing. It is officially stuck. She's going to end up like Alicia, isn't she? Just run off and never explain what all this madness is about? Come on, Chloe, show me mercy!
But that piece, I have it tentatively titled W.I.P. (Work in Progress) because of how the character, Juliette, is. She is a work in progress. And yeah, love me, I've got lesbians ;D
I can't tell you why it is I'm fascinated by girl/girl relationships. Maybe because women just look better together.
With Juliette and Emily that makes . . . ugh. It's either my second or third group. There's these two, Meredith and Lily, and Delilah and Elisabetta were supposed to be but then these two guys came and ruined it all. Beau Towers and Lockhart Trowbridge. I did
not pick out those names; I was completely unconscious when they decided. I swear!
There was another pack of girlies but I don't think they made it past the starting line. Dunno. You see--
We interrupt this journal for an important annoucement:
Where will you be when your Writer's Block kicks in?
Writer's Block is a real disease, and it can cause many severe side effects including, but not limited to, damaged brain cells, impromptu sessions with your camera, and markers exploding from your head. If you have any of these side effects please see your doctor immediately or this could happen to you:
Thank you. Now back to our regularly scheduled writing--Ed that thing so hard! Literally going at it with everything she had! Couldn't believe it.
Anyway, made a new website. Yup. Again. This time it's Wordpress, because I always wondered but never tried. So what does that make now? Two DeviantArts, one SheezyArt, one FictionPress, one FanFiction, three Bloggers, one Googlesite, one Webs.com, one Moonfruit, one Twitter, one LiveJournal, and I think I still have that Myspace to play with CSS. And that's only the websites I have, not what websites I'm on, and the thousands of accounts I have scattered around the Internet. Isn't it sad?
You can't fault me for it, though. I love technology, I love the Internet! I just think I want to be found all over the Internet . . . unfortunately I have nothing to put on those websites, besides the Webs.com and Moonfruit (although I haven't done much with it because I'm trying to figure it all out still). I want to make a successful blog or something. I want to be one of those Internet "stars." But not to the part of going on talk shows or whatever, just the one that comes up in conversation or is quoted a lot. Wouldn't that be cool? It would be fun, in my opinion.
Anyway. I forgot what I was doing. I will leave you--oh puppies!
