An Update

I finished Part One of my novel! Which I was supposed to finish ages ago, but... stuff happened, and I didn't. So... yeah.
But I'm really happy with myself, because... I'm really terrible at finishing things, and I'm really terrible at descriptions when they are in my own creative writing, for some reason.
So that was an update! Everyone have a great week.
~ Amber Shipp

A Notice-Thingy thing. thing.

Hey! Amber here. I was just wanting to tell you that, as a participant of NaNoWriMo, and having failed last November, I shall be endeavouring to finish my novel before the end of the month. This being difficult, and writer's block often going to set in, I shall perhaps rant a bit on this blog. Just a warning. Also, I might be posting updates on how it's going... not that you'd be interested, I just need someone to talk to about it, and I don't really want to talk to anyone about it in my actual life right now. Because of reasons.
So! Onward to the bliss of finishing a more-than-short-story! I have never done this before, by the way. I'm rather excited.
Gleefully,
~ Amber Shipp

P.S. NaNoWriMo, by the way, is an amazing writing website where you... basically challenge yourself to write an entire novel in a month. And it's awesome, because you get to go through the agony with a ton of other writers! The link is right here...
www.nanowrimo.org
and for writers beneath the age of thirteen... here's the young writers' program.
ywp.nanowrimo.org
Have fun!

A Requiem of Loyalties

The dreams of others are not our own
And silence fills our ears
Deep breath before the midnight meets the dawn
And the stars fall asleep
Waking words are not to be spoken
While levers trip the dam
Shall silence bring a crashing end
To all that I am?
Can wilderness blessings bring the fruit
I lost beneath the tree?
I cannot taste forbidden fruit,
No matter how it seems.
With each passing day I wonder,
Can infinity be complete?
Eternity inside my mind,
And heart's rhythms cannot beat.
Shadow and dawn, the night has come
I bid thee all farewell.
Death brings no less than sweetest song
Hid beneath the veil.
Dust I am, and forevermore,
But losing grows not short.
I dare not think what now may grow
When life I do abort.
I cannot take the silence pass
With music in my ears
Of joyous bells and song I bring
And yearning for the tears.
Tears I wish, and tears I get
They never shall run dry
While bleeding foes I over weep
And friends I do pass by.
I learn to know that all I am
Is merely passing shadow
Life is not a forever thing
I lay me in the meadow
Can one man pay the sin for all?
I know, I don't regret
Though doubts may come I always cling
To that which is my rock.
And nothing dear can ever break
Nothing ever block.
Come my friend, my foe, my fellow
The time has just begun
You must make your final choice;
To win, or to be won.

Chapter One

This is the story of my many travels. Sometimes I don't understand what makes me go. Sometimes I feel that I can never stop. And I write. I write and write and I can't escape the little nagging sensation that always pops up whenever I see a good plot point, or an amazing character in a book, movie, or TV show. It tells me... "remember that. you'll need that later"
I don't know how to get rid of my writer side, so I'll give in to it.
This is chapter one of my life. My life that you know.
I am inexplicably drawn to the inexplicable. I want to find cures for every ailment, every disease that I know of. My altruism and idealism is annoying to some, but I find it a way for me to escape. To care. Or maybe, in escaping, I find the real world.
I love writing. I really do. It's just... if I get out there and give the world my best, I'm afraid, no- I'm terrified that everyone will think I'm a pompous, no-good, over-idealistic, and arrogant idiot. And I feel sick. Because, on some levels, they would be right. I'm a hopeless romantic looking for a cure to the world. I can't help it. It's who I am.
Sometimes I feel that the world is crashing around me, but then I realize that I am safe. It's just everyone else who isn't. I feel that the ground is giving way under humanity's feet and I am watching, horrified, as the earth crumbles into shapeless dust.
I know, I'm supposed to be idealistic. But it's just how I feel. That life is a never-ending tragedy, and I'm caught in the middle. I don't understand the world, and yet I do. I don't understand how people can be so horrible, and others can be so kind.
I guess there's a Jekyll and Hyde in all of us. It just takes one of them to get out, and if the wrong one comes out, well... yeah. You get my meaning.
So, that's me. I'm an INFP, which means that I'm sensitive and want to please everyone. That I spend way too much time on the internet (like right now) instead of doing my homework or being with my friends and family. I absolutely love to read. (It comes with the writer package, don't you know?) And I love singing. Mostly sad stuff. But also passionate stuff. This blog is about me. And what I face. What I think. It's not going to be angst-ridden and dark, for the most part. I have a good life, a wonderful family, and I'm privileged to be in school. But watch out for the depressing stuff. I can be depressed sometimes, and that affects what I write. But there will also be happy moments.
So, I'll see you in the days to come.
Love,
~ Amber Shipp