Oh dear me. I have been neglecting my blog. Out of guilt, most likely, though it seems a strange reason to neglect one’s blog.
Princess Chloe’s blog is, of course, over. It had a very short lifespan. I expected it would. However, it accomplished it’s goal. I am now writing again.
The plot of Leftover Princess is changing somewhat. At first I made changes more to try and make it longer. They may or may not been a good idea. But no matter, one day I had an inspiration in a little bit of half-asleep time in between one dream and another. So I thought it all out in my head and then wrote it down and now I have the plot of Leftover Princess figured out.
Step 1: Finish it.
Step 2: Edit it again.
Step 3: Get someone to check it over with a fine tooth comb for grammer and spelling mistakes.
Step 4: Polish up the first chapter to make it shine.
Step 5: Find an agent!!!
See, the cool thing about being a published writer is that if you need help, you have all these friends who are in the business and willing to help you. The task of finding an agent does not seem nearly as daunting as it once did.
I always thought I would be a writer for the fun of it, and not for the money. Well, I was wrong. The biggest thing propelling me forward is the thought of getting money for college.
I am leaving on Thursday and in my mind, college is going to be a beautiful Utopia fairy tale life.
Now, it is true that I have thought this about many other lives. My fairy tale house in Colorado, for instance, which looked so beautiful but only made me lonely and depressed and sick. And it was falling apart in the corners.
But I can’t base everything on that because other lives, like Bible School and living with Esta and such, were more magical than I could have expected. So, you know, expecting college to be magical can’t be that big of a stretch, can it?
Today Mom bought a backpack purse at a garage sale for a dollar and when she came home she found two black leather gloves inside. She gave them to me. So now I have black leather gloves for college.
I guess I have most things I could possibly want.
I have a car, you know. Of course it’s technically Dad’s, not mine. And also it is kind of ugly. I always wanted a cute car, like this:
Instead I got an ordinary ugly sand-colored Toyota Corolla.
So of course I wasn’t that excited about it at first. But then I learned some interesting facts about this car.
For one, her name is Princess Goldie. She isn’t really gold colored, but she thinks she is. In fact, she thinks she’s the coolest car on the road, and that driving slow is cool. Anything feathery or pink or sparkly that I put in the car she adores.
It’s quite funny, really.
She thinks she looks like this:
Or, at least like this.
(I can’t believe it. This picture almost makes my car look cool.)
So I must say, ever since I actually got to know my car I haven’t minded her looks. She’s just so much fun to be around.
But there is one thing I want. One thing, besides college tuition and rent and groceries and such, that I would like to splurge on.
A turquoise blue old fashioned bicycle.
Ah, beautiful beautiful beautiful.
So that is my motivation. I’ve already spent my advance in my head. A turquoise blue old fashioned bicycle first, and then tuition.
I can’t wait for college. And to get a book published. And for my life to turn out perfectly. Tee hee.
Of course I’m ignoring the glaringly obvious drawback to all this, which is leaving my beautiful Oregon home.
Such is life.
Goodnight, fair blog readers.