आप Know You're A Writer When. . .
(feel free to agree या disagree with any of these.)
-You skip meals या don't eat as much because you're too eager to get back to the story आप were working on. (Yeah, I did this at lunch today. Deliberatly stopped eating early 'cause I had to get back to my story.)
-You have a notebook and pen या pencil that आप carry everywhere. (Mine's right here अगला to me.)
-You freak out if ANYTHING happens to कहा notebook. (I start going ballistic if I even set it down in a different place and it takes me a मिनट to remember where I set it.)
-You listen to songs and think, "Oh, this would be great for this scene in this story." या 'This totally fits the situation in the story I'm working on."
(I'm listening to "How To Save A Life" and it's reminding me of two of my lion characters.)
-You actually consult your characters on a problem. (Oh, I wonder what this character would do?)
-You use the same character, (in a million different incarnations and occasionally with a last name change,) for every single story because आप just like him या her. (Ok, maybe that one's just me. I have 10,000 different incarnations of this charrie in my stories.)
Hoep आप enjoyed!
(feel free to agree या disagree with any of these.)
-You skip meals या don't eat as much because you're too eager to get back to the story आप were working on. (Yeah, I did this at lunch today. Deliberatly stopped eating early 'cause I had to get back to my story.)
-You have a notebook and pen या pencil that आप carry everywhere. (Mine's right here अगला to me.)
-You freak out if ANYTHING happens to कहा notebook. (I start going ballistic if I even set it down in a different place and it takes me a मिनट to remember where I set it.)
-You listen to songs and think, "Oh, this would be great for this scene in this story." या 'This totally fits the situation in the story I'm working on."
(I'm listening to "How To Save A Life" and it's reminding me of two of my lion characters.)
-You actually consult your characters on a problem. (Oh, I wonder what this character would do?)
-You use the same character, (in a million different incarnations and occasionally with a last name change,) for every single story because आप just like him या her. (Ok, maybe that one's just me. I have 10,000 different incarnations of this charrie in my stories.)
Hoep आप enjoyed!
January 16, 1815
Journal,
We have gotten fortunate, Journal! Nastea has found coats in the broken down train. She sits द्वारा Sasha now, covering her in them. And she took one for herself as well. I can see color returning to Sasha’s cheeks. Nastea coughs harshly, shivering nervously. Her toes are turning blue, and one has already fallen off. We slept in the train last night, getting as much warmth as we could. We have to start to हटाइए tomorrow, find shelter. The berries Nastea fed Sasha seem to have made Sasha a lot sicker than she was before. She’s coughing up blood now. The snow around her is stained with red and pink. I attempted to make a आग earlier, and let me tell आप journal, it didn’t work out. It’s much to cold to start flames. For every time the आग ignites, it extinguishes, the harsh winds blowing it out. I’m losing my teeth, journal. Nastea can’t talk anymore, and her and Sasha’s hair is mostly gone. Journal, what’s happening to us?
Bye Journal,
Nadia
Journal,
We have gotten fortunate, Journal! Nastea has found coats in the broken down train. She sits द्वारा Sasha now, covering her in them. And she took one for herself as well. I can see color returning to Sasha’s cheeks. Nastea coughs harshly, shivering nervously. Her toes are turning blue, and one has already fallen off. We slept in the train last night, getting as much warmth as we could. We have to start to हटाइए tomorrow, find shelter. The berries Nastea fed Sasha seem to have made Sasha a lot sicker than she was before. She’s coughing up blood now. The snow around her is stained with red and pink. I attempted to make a आग earlier, and let me tell आप journal, it didn’t work out. It’s much to cold to start flames. For every time the आग ignites, it extinguishes, the harsh winds blowing it out. I’m losing my teeth, journal. Nastea can’t talk anymore, and her and Sasha’s hair is mostly gone. Journal, what’s happening to us?
Bye Journal,
Nadia
The pookie fell from a पेड़
upon hitting the ground he farted
scared at his own flatulence he tried climbing up the tree. But for every branch he grabbed he tooted. and for every twig he broke, he farted.
farting all the way up, pookie climed that tree. He had to make it to the चोटी, शीर्ष आप see, cause that where pookie's make pee. Relief was almost in reach for pookie. till a stiring occurred within.. a rumbling sensation, and pookie knew.. with a tear, that he couldn't hold it in.
Till this दिन those who were near कहा it sounded like a cow mooing. The momentum of his farts became like a rocket and shot pookie up and out that tree! Up in to the sky..till pookie could not be seen.
moral of story? dont eat beans. O_o
अगला chapter "The pookie Returns"
