I must admit, I haven't been the best blogger when it comes to this particular commitment. In my spare time, I've been spending more time with Facebook and deviantART than I have with other things. For instance, I've had an idea brewing for months, yet I haven't gotten around to actually drawing it more or writing it down in a short story. In fact, I have reason to believe that my "book" is going to be a collection of short stories.
What amazes me is the amount of books that are written these days. I know at least three people who are writing books, and it's interesting to think each of us has the same chance of "making it big." However, my passion lies more in drawing than writing, and since my artist's block, that passion will have to be put at bay for the moment.
One story I've considered writing was about a Tawny Owl named Owain. A native to the forest-clad nation of Rosewood, the young fledgling had an unquenchable thirst for knowledge. He decided to become a scholar once he learned to fly and started his vocation in the monastery of Fron, a rather remote place amongst the mountains bordering Rosewood and Carrol.
He began his studies with his country's folklore and legends. However, a fear of not being satisfied began to creep into Owain's heart. He decided to take a break from his studies and explore a bit of the land below the mountains to clear his thoughts. Sadly, he got lost in the Tangled Woods. In these woods, he discovers a treasure he only began reading about in his books. What happens next...is something I'm trying to figure out at the moment.
Back to real life, I believe my relationship with the Bear is relatively healthy. We talk to each other about anything and everything, our interests are similar enough to keep things mutual but distinct enough to keep topics fresh and interesting. Mostly, it's about "us," but there are times when it's about "him" and sometimes about "her." Communication is successful in this relationship, and that obstacle isn't a problem for me anymore.
The one thing I'm a little antsy about are these butterflies in my stomach. I'm getting them more often when I'm around him, and I miss him when I'm not. Hopefully we can hang out again before school starts.
With anticipation,
Pita
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