Write: Jan 8th - In This Life chapter twenty-one

I finally sat down to the next chapter of In This Life and after a few moments of "oh my gosh I have no idea where this is going or what I'm writing," I managed to make some much needed progress and even posted a new chapter up on Fanfiction.net as I usually do.

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5999648/23/In_This_Life

Read: Jan 8th - The Princess and the Penis (3)

For the third day in a row I've been reading this...interesting...fairytale. When I said it was a free ebook, I realise now that I didn't actually inform you of it's author.

RJ Silver

I found another 'free ebook' by the same author but iBooks wouldn't allow me to download it as 'this item is no longer available', which is a royal shame (get it?).

So, The Princess and the Penis...I don't even know what to say.

I suppose you could say it takes the 'fairytales were originally designed to teach people about sex' a little far. It's not a generally concealed concept, it's starkly obvious. The story is about a penis and an innocent princess.

I won't ruin the "punchline" of the story because I actually didn't expect it and I thought it rather humorous.

So please, whoever you are, wherever you are...this is one ebook you should read, if only for the laughs.

Book can be downloaded from http://manybooks.net/titles/silverrother10the-princess-the-penis.html in various different formats all very suitable for the different devices that exist including good old PCs.

Read: Jan 7th - The Princess and the Penis (2)

I have continued reading this joyous fairytale, there's something very comical about the whole story.

(This may contain content from the story, so if you want to read without being spoilt, don't continue reading.)
In what world (fictional or otherwise) would you have a penis that isn't attached to a man's body?

It's all rather random and strange.

Now poor Princess Amalia's aunts are hoping they can get a wizard to swap the man-less-penis with the (near enough) penis-less-Prince she's due to marry.

I do think that anyone with an iPod touch and/or iPhone download this book from the ebook store, it's brilliant. And did I mention it was free?!

Write: Jan 7th - Sometimes

This has been the third night where writing wasn't exactly top of my list, mostly because my computer hasn't been on making it less likely for me to write properly. So I opted for my ipod to write on.

I asked someone for a quote, a prompt to get me writing and "The hardest thing to do in this world is live in it" was chosen.

So here it is...

Sometimes life is easy; when every traffic light is on green during the one morning you're late for college or when you're surrounded constantly by people you actually like, who like you and you feel like life couldn't get much better.

But life isn't always that way. There's not always time to smell the roses, or toast some bread before leaving the house and there's not always nice people around giving you that morale boost.

And sometimes, sometimes your dad leaves home, your boyfriend gets murdered and you try to end the painful misery that has become your existence. Not your life, only your surviving moments.

Living and surviving are two very different things.

Take Emily and Naomi for instance, living each day as fully as they could. They're travelling, seeing the world after spending years studying. They're making the most of things and doing it together.

Then there's Pandora, always living with a smile on her face and a random catchphrase to make you laugh, internally anyway.

Out of all of my friends, Cook was probably the only example I could think of who was very good at appearing as though he lived life like every day was his last. But like me, deep down, hidden under his skin, he was swimming hard to keep afloat, to survive.

That was how it felt. I was falling, drowning, struggling to breath, all at once. I was suffocating, not only in the overbearing "support" of my mother, but in life. That's why nobody understood.

Everyone else, they lived. They laughed and cried and shouted and screamed all in the name of happiness, pain, excitement and sorrow. They didn't know what it felt like to wonder if that moment, that exciting scream or painful cry, would be the last one they managed to breath before they succumbed to the water.

Some say the hardest thing to do in this world is live in it. Most of them don't know, don't understand. But perhaps, sometimes, maybe they're right.

Read: Jan 6th - The Princess and the Penis

I downloaded a free ebook with the strangest of name "The Princess and the Penis", what an unusual story it is too. Are you familiar with "The Princess and the Pea"? It's a little like that, in that there is a lump in the Princesses bed...only, it's not a pea. It's a penis. I'm only up to chapter three so I'm still not quite sure where this penis has come from.

But for a fairytale of a more adult variety, it's rather humorous.

Write: Jan 6th - poem

Somehow in my struggle to get to sleep I found myself writing a very brief, random poem. Think I needed to write before I could allow myself to settle.

Clouded. Clogged. Blocked.
Head too full, broken down,
Body weeping.
Exhaustion built over time,
Waiting, wanting, needing,
Until
Desperation.

Aching. Dripping. Shaking.
Too full of things, shattered,
Body crying.
Darkness shadowed, empty space,
Anger rising, always rising,
Never time to stop,
To think,
To calm.

Write: Jan 6th

I didn't write. I got into bed with my iPod at 9.45 planning to do the same as yesterday.

Spent almost 2 hours with loud music on trying to block out the sister's phone call in order to sleep, let alone write.

Hate that she's made me break my resolution.

I can't write when she's made to shut up in a minute because I'm so exhausted that I can't even think straight.

This could be classed as writing, right?

I did read, but I will upload that post tomorrow.