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[quicksand_]

So I suppose the point of a journal is to write, which is a similar (not to mention essential) point in trying to be a writer. Lately, read Death Be Not Proud and fell in love with Johnny Gunther. Usually, too afraid of death like that to continue but upon picking up the book and already nearly crying and falling in love, I had to persevere. Why

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[taintedsky]

finally, a post by you! (what IS your name? i should know!)

i too am often concerned over my lack of eccentricities...

i didn't think you were only eighteen! when i was sixteen i did nanowrimo and ended up with the largest document of crap, ever. but i suppose, in a way, i got the writer's first bad novel out of the way. at least, i certainly hope so! i want to write a proper novel before twenty (or millions of short stories, if not that), but i am so doubtful...

i like when eloquent profound writers like you write the occasional "real" journal entry - it's really something to see that we're all human after all.

[quicksand_]

Haha, my name actually IS Sunshine. Legally and all. The reason i'm mostly concerned with lack of eccentricities is that perhaps it speaks of too many conformities. And i'd hate to be anything other than myself, you know? but it's difficult sometimes

[taintedsky]

sunshine! i like it lots, though. :)

i thought you were twenty, nineteen perhaps. i don't know - i tend to think eloquent writers on my list are always at least a couple years older than me... which leads to your next question, i'm seventeen, eighteen in two months (eep!).

i'm glad you did! i think we're all mundane at some point - i know i am every single day, and it's just that some writers on lj choose to hide that part of them for the most part so to me, then, they're always seem a little less human, a little more magical & wondrous. i'm not saying i prefer either - you are who you are! i can't seem to word what i want to put across without making it sound insulting to people who either a) only post profound things or b) people who only post mundane thing or c) a mix. my foot's been in my mouth all day! :p

[ether_real]

It is the first entry you've written in ages, welcome back. Please stick around, spill your guts, I want to see them.

12 months is perfect, a page a day love, that's 356 pages. Just ONE page a day (with 12 months) and you can do it. Seriously.

[quicksand_]

Ah, tell me about it. I've been drier than the sahara, when put towards writing anything fruitful.

And, I must say, that's brilliant. It's certainly less daunting at a page a day. I'm inspired! Or, at least, not so clearly discouraged.

hurrah!

[secreto]

I don't even know why I keep this journal around. I tried deleting it and I came back. I'm starting to hate every part of myself that spills such a weak part of who I really am, but I suppose a journal is to write.

[quicksand_]

oh, no. i think that displaying our vulnerabilities is such an underestimated strength. perhaps your journal isn't ready to be deleted. some phases of life, though ugly, are necessary. but really, it's up to your judgement. i hope you're well, x.

[luvspot]

Your rambling is a blessing to me. You're one of the few people who can amuse me whatever mood I'm in just by your words. And that'll always mean so much to me.

YOU'RE GOING TO GET TO STUDY ABROAD IN ENGLAND? Oh, that is so brilliant. You know, I'm not sure I'll ever get over the hope of eventually going to college with you. Even if it never happens, isn't it crazy to imagine how cool that would have been?

I'm going to write a novel at some point in my life. And a memoir. I'm also going to write a book about each of my different aunts and an explanation to how their characters helped form my own. Weird.

Anyway, I adore you.

[quicksand_]

EGYPT. EGYPT, I SAY! In four years, be prepared! I will drag you (not to mention a certain door) across a great deal of atlantic ocean (meaning all) and parts of western africa, probably the nile, and then EGYPT. I believe Cairo is where it's at. So, that's where we'll be. Bring your parasol.

I expect copies of everything you write. (whatever happened to our journaling correspondance? ai. procrastination is not our friend). And I really look forward to your my-aunts-and-i book. because, i bet, your family is awesomely weird and strangely fabulous and I. Love. You.

That's all.

[parisia]

oh! hello again. a novel from you would be a riot in itself, but think of the excitement in making up a pen name. id think of something ridiculous and wonderful, but thats only because i wasnt blessed with a cool name like yours. oh look at me, worked up over a name rather than yr novel plans. im excited for you, yno. and england! i was offered some kind of internship at london central high [teaching! i dont do that.], and i guess the prospect of london should be fabulous enough to urge me to go. or maybe not. i dont know. wow this comment is messy and doesnt make sense at all. hm. im thinking of you, sunshine hailey. x

[quicksand_]

darling! haha, a pen name! if i stop to consider, i'd have a list of a dozen, then manage great vats of angsty turmoil over using my real name because it practically is a pen name. England, oh. i'll meet you in london. teaching, though? i could never. too many rules and i barely get along with school as it is. where are you going to college? a UC like intended? or something grander? I imagine you've got what it takes for the ivy league. your comment matches my post, so coincidentally, it's quite appropriate. don't forget, i absolutely adore you.