And there it was.

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You know how people always ask you "that question" on your birthday? You know the one. "How do you feel now that you're *insert any number from 3-25*?" I've always been mildly annoyed by those questions. It doesn't feel any different. It's just another day in the life. Turning 17 isn't what makes you feel 17; all the awesome and not-so-awesome things you experience when you're 17 are what make you feel a year older. And by the time you feel that way, you're 18, and the cycle starts over again.

I got asked a similar question recently. I was sitting there, holding it in my hands, staring down at page 32 with a slightly dazed expression on my face and a pure cloud of golden joy fogging up my vision. "So," my dad asked. "How does it feel to be published?"

The answer?

Not that much different. It feels great, don't get me wrong. I don't think I'll ever forget the feeling I felt when I tore away that envelope and saw the magazine hiding inside, or the feeling I felt when I saw my story printed on a crisp white page, one of those shiny expensive magazine pages and not the flimsy computer paper pages my stories have lived on for so long. I couldn't stop smiling. But I didn't feel all that different. I have a theory. Getting published the kind of experience that totally exhausts you and makes you terribly happy and is often followed by a burst of applause from friends and family. Then when it's all over, you sit back, read your story a few times, and tap your fingers on the table.

That was fun, you think. Now let's do it again.

And I'm already planning to.

Ps. Getting published could also be just like doing a gigantic face-smash into a delicious chocolate cake. I haven't quite decided yet.

Another Short Story =]

Hi everybody! Hope this lovely June day finds you all well =]

I did it! I actually wrote some Avaria today! It was, like, 300 words, but I'm proud that I actually did it XD I should be done with the 4th or 5th edit-through of this book in another couple thousand words, and shall be posting frequent snippets for you to tear apart :D

Today I went to a graduation party for meh cousin. 'Twas a very interesting party and I had fun =] I sat with my sister and wrote in my secret writing book for a good while, and I actually came up with something good enough to get its own Word document.

This is a muse--very random, with no real inspiration behind it besides the obvious. It's pretty choppy and....

Pages!

Short post--

Just so you know, I added a "Pages" section on the right-hand side of teh blog (Random Writings). That's probably where I'll be keeping any longer writings that I post. I uploaded one--a theme--and it seems to be working okay. Feel free to comment!! OH! And beware--the contents of the pages are not edited, so your eyes might bleed. I think the latest one is "Hold My Hand."

Signing out!

Elisabeth

PS: The dialogue for "Hold My Hand" is in italics; it's suppose to be more of a thought process--hard to explain. I got the idea of italicizing the dialogue from Pippin's short story, "Do You Heard the Violins?" (if you haven't read it, DO. It will heal your brain of any damage done from my story). Soo, for those of you who follow her blog, yes, I am copying =P