What a Wonderful World....

I don't know why, but that song is stuck in my head and subsequently its title has become the title of my random blog post. I shall have to look it up on Grooveshark and add it to my playlist =] And look! Balloons! Because that fits so well with the random song!

Well, hi everybody! Sorry for not posting in...a long time... I've been crazy-busy (I need a new excuse). Summer's almost here, and I'm beginning to wake up from my school-induced writing hibernation and realize that I'd better start typing away again--FAST. It's not just because I haven't written a good portion of one of my novels in I-don't-know-how-long--though that's a pretty scary thing! I have my yearly writer's conference looming in August, and I haven't really improved my sample writings from last year. BIG PROBLEM. So, all that to say, you can be expecting (and reminding me to post) some chunks of my novels for your inspection =]

Okay, second thing: I have a poem random non-rhyming/rhythmical (is that a word?) jumble of words for you. Yay! I just wrote it, and I can't say I'm TOO happy with it, but it's what I have XD It's a short muse about autisum, to put it bluntly. We have a friend with an autistic son, and he came and spent a few hours with us the other day. I just have to wonder what it's like.... He was playing outside, and there were butterflies, and--well, that's how I got this picture, I guess =]

Okay, guys! Off I go on another attempt to conquer my stack of untouched writing -_-

God Bless~

Elisabeth

The Autistic Butterfly

The whole world spins out of his control

And so he spins with it

Unable to direct his wings

Trapped inside his mind

He flutters aimlessly around

Letting the world pass by

In flashes of colors and light

And things he can’t understand.

He stays low to the ground

Hides in the grass

Keeps himself company

Though watching the others

Out of the corner of his eye

Wanting to be like them

But not knowing how to change

Or why he is the way he is.

But in his mind he’s different

He is a normal butterfly

Somewhere in his maze of thoughts

He finds himself

Holds himself tightly in the storm

Of a strange and careless world

And he hopes that someday the others

Will find the real him, too.