Aaaannndd, that, folks, is a major ramble.

Photo credit to myself πŸ™‚

Heyo, cheerios! I’m here, not really with a point, just to ramble about some things. Life, mostly. Some things I’ve been thinking about. πŸ™‚ I encourage you so get some sort of warm drink (or cold, if you live somewhere hot) and get comfy. This could get long.

Now what do I start with?

I’ve written a lot of short stories. Lately, my novels have been pushed aside, and I’ve felt guilty about that. I really need to start working on Andromeda. I still need to finish outlining it, and I’m kind of bad at that? I dunno. Just recently (in other words, two days ago) I wrote a short story. It’s kind of a long short story. I LOVED it, and then I ended it in a colossal cliff-hanger. Readers would kill me.

And then, I started thinking about how epic a book it would make, if I continued it, to explain to all my poor readers what happened. Trust me, that’s the kind of thing that happens to me a lot. Do you get that? When you write a short story/flash fiction, then you start thinking how amazing it would be if you made it into a book?

Ha.

Like I have time for that.

I start to think, why am I writing these stories, if I’m not going to show them to people? I write them, wanting to make a mark on the readers of the world, but too afraid that they’re not quite good enough. That’s a writer’s NUMBER ONE problem. Ugh. I really need to stop thinking that. So, maybe, expect to see some of those stories posted more often. What do you think? Do you want to see some more of that?

It’s raining here. One of my favorite kinds of weather. I sit, listening to music (soundtracks to Marvel movies, to be precise), thinking about everything. How weird everything that we think of as normal really is. Rather, how cool it is. How awesome it is that different sounds create music, and that music brings us pleasure.

That we love food because it tastes good, but really, it’s just stuff. Nutritious stuff that we eat to live, also because it tastes good. We wouldn’t care about cheesecake, or pizza, or chocolate, if it all tasted like nothing, would we?

That noses and ears look normal, and it would look terrifying if we didn’t have them, but then, it would look normal, because that’s what it would be like. It would be normal for us, and having ears and noses would look like aliens.

I know, I’m weird like that. I think about that kind of stuff all the time, and it’s so weird. None of that probably made sense to you. XD

Blueberry pie. Yes, that. I’ve been wanting some. I should really make some.

I think about all the teenage girl problems. The things we worry about. Hair, beauty, how we sound when we sing. The latest fashions. Why can’t I just not worry about that stuff? Sometimes I do, sometimes I don’t. Just throw it off, I’m how God made me! I don’t need to think about all of that. If I’m pretty, I’m pretty. If I sound like a toad, I sound like a toad. But I can still sing praises to the Lord! πŸ™‚

You know some things I can’t wait for this coming fall and winter?

Art class with Grammie, apple cider and cozy sweaters, Christmas music, CHRISTMAS, fuzzy socks, pumpkin pie, sledding, the smell of coffee and pancakes on Saturday mornings, twinkling Christmas lights, and so many others!

Found on Unsplash because I was too lazy to take one more picture ^^

Guys, go listen to Invincible and Postcards in the Sky by David Archuleta. Please. They’re beautiful. :’)

Take a breath
Look at how you’re tryna think it to death
If you’re in the crossfire, don’t forget
That you don’t have to be invincible

Invincible

Well, that’s all the ramble for today. πŸ™‚ Have a wonderful day, all you cheerios, and don’t forget, you are loved!

Chat with me! What are your thoughts on this rainy day?

Adios!

–Kenechi

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18 thoughts on “Aaaannndd, that, folks, is a major ramble.

  1. My current WIP which now weighs over 53,000 words started as a short story/flash fiction that I started last November as a distraction and break during NaNoWriMo. Because I obviously didn’t have enough to do. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚
    I got a few pages in and knew I had to try to out as a novel once the month ended and I was free.
    But then short stories and I never really agreed. 😜
    I loved hearing you ramble! Also absolutely lovely pictures!Did you take all of them but the last one??

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    1. Wowzas! I can totally see that happening to me XD I seem to have a habit of writing short stories that leave you wondering what on earth happens next. I always want to go further and write a whole book. :”D
      Thank you, yes I did! I guess they weren’t too bad, for someone who practically never uses a camera. I did get some help from an editing website. πŸ˜‰ πŸ˜›

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      1. ❀ I used my sister's Nikon. I'm not sure what exact model it is or anything, but yeah. πŸ˜› And I used Pixlr.com
        It's not the best for editing, but it suits my needs when all I need are some quick touch-ups. πŸ™‚ And it's free. XD

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  2. *cue Lightning McQueen’s voice* Did someone say…short stories?? 🏎 πŸ˜‚ Yes!! Bring it on! And hey, I love it when short stories get a life of their own. It’s been super rainy here too, and stormy, but it’s kinda pretty in its own right when it’s not storming really bad.

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    1. *cue Tow-Mater’s voice* Shore did!
      Yep, storms are pretty fascinating. There was one time this year that was EPIC. There was lighting flashing nonstop in front of our house for a loooonnngggg time! It was colorful, almost like fireworks, and we all just sat outside (it wasn’t raining) watching it. It was frighteningly beautiful. :’) ❀

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