Hello, friends! It’s the start of a new week and spring has finally arrived. I’m full of hopes and dreams, not so full of energy, but I’m hanging on. Tomorrow I have an examination coming up. I swear i hate my life right now. Just when I want to write the most, real life gets in the way. And when I have too much time on my hands, my muse decides to go on a trip and leave me stranded. Isn’t it ironic? Don’t you think? A little too ironic lalalalala Alanis Morissette must have been a clairvoyant. She was talking about me all along (aren’t I teh center of the Universe? Hahahah).
Anyhow, I want to thank you all for following my blog and let you know I have absolutely no idea what to write about. I’m pondering giving writing advice, but I’m too new for that. Giving crocheting lessons would turn this blog into something else entirely, posting pics of my “art” would pretty much do the same and speaking about my life with no reason whatsoever would make this pretty boring. BTW if you have any ideas, feel free to post them below. I’m in need of enlightenment.
So … today I decided to post a snippet from one of my current WIPs, which is halfway done, tentatively titled Perfect Confession or The Perfect Confession (haven’t decided yet which sounds better).
Let me know what you think. Hugs to you all! Hope you have a great week!
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“Hey, Gabe, did you see my aloe vera and honey hair mask?”
“Dude, seriously?”
I put my hand on my hips, well aware he was going to laugh at me, but unable to stop the instinctive gesture.
“We’re going away for a week, not for a whole fucking year. What do you need a hair mask for? Why would you need a manicure set, five towels and three types of face cream for that matter?”
My best friend stopped in his scavenger hunt for his hair drier and looked at me with a pout.
“Don’t be mean! You know I can’t live without my hair mask. It makes my hair soft and shiny. And I only have two types of face cream, for night care and day care. Oh, and I only packed three towels – one for my face cause you never know just how hygienic the hotel towels are, and two more to put over the pillows for the same, completely logical and practical, reason.”
“Fine!” I cried throwing my hands in the air in defeat. “Just hurry up. We’ll miss the plane.”
“Sorry. I swear I started packing two days ago, but I always seem to forget something.”
“Ethan, we’ll just buy another hair mask when we get there, okay?”
“All right. I suppose it doesn’t hurt trying different brands from time to time,” he replied with a sigh, finally zipping his suitcase.
The taxi was already waiting for us at the stairs and we quickly loaded the trunk as we were already late in comparison to when we had planned to leave. I did know what to expect so I intentionally told Ethan the plane was leaving one hour later than it actually was. I felt a bit guilty for that, especially seeing him start to sweat due to the stress. But when he jumped in his seat with a gasp, halfway to the airport, I knew I had made the right choice.
“Oh no! I forgot my jogging shoes!”
Yup, this airhead was my best friend, Ethan. And also the love of my life. Only he didn’t know that yet.
Shayla Mist 