I can't figure out what to do about my writing... my mind just won't work...
*sigh* I do have the manuscript for a picturebook done, but I don't know how to hire an literary agent. Ugh.
Friday, March 15, 2013
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Panic! Panic! Panic!
Ugh, I am studying for both my Green Certificate test and my upcoming Socials 20 Unit 1 test. My head hurts.
Mom keeps telling me that I'm gonna do good, but I don't feel like I will. "Common Sense" rules there, but I don't feel all too sure.
Mom keeps telling me that I'm gonna do good, but I don't feel like I will. "Common Sense" rules there, but I don't feel all too sure.
Sunday, March 3, 2013
Adventurous Little Pebbles
My cat gave me a fright today.
So, this morning, it snowed so much that we couldn't go to church. Okay, so I take our dog for a walk after my brother brings him in. The walk was fine, but when I got home and I got ready to do school (because I need to work ahead so that I don't have to do school at the end of this week. I'm awfully busy), my mom tells me that she can't find my cat, Pebbles.
And that was odd. We would usually catch her lounging on her cat tree, playing with our dog, clinging to me, or tearing my room apart some way or another.
But she was no where to be found.
I checked in my closet, because she likes it in there, I checked under my bed, because she likes to shred my leftover Art 10 art supplies which are stored there, I checked every kitchen table chair because she likes to sleep there when no one's sitting there, and I checked her cat tree.
I couldn't find her.
I was beginning to panic as my mother told me that my brother had left the back door open after he brought the dog in. So I stuck my head out the door and looked at the snow that covered the deck, hoping to see if she left any paw prints behind. Then I looked straight at the dog's doghouse.
She was standing there, on its little porch, as still as stone, and looking absolutely terrified. She looked at me and mewled pitifully, telling me fully that she was scared and needed to be rescued. But mom managed to ease her inside, and I picked her up.
Yep, full proof that indoor cats + outside = panic, for both kitty's mommy and the kitty herself.
So, this morning, it snowed so much that we couldn't go to church. Okay, so I take our dog for a walk after my brother brings him in. The walk was fine, but when I got home and I got ready to do school (because I need to work ahead so that I don't have to do school at the end of this week. I'm awfully busy), my mom tells me that she can't find my cat, Pebbles.
And that was odd. We would usually catch her lounging on her cat tree, playing with our dog, clinging to me, or tearing my room apart some way or another.
But she was no where to be found.
I checked in my closet, because she likes it in there, I checked under my bed, because she likes to shred my leftover Art 10 art supplies which are stored there, I checked every kitchen table chair because she likes to sleep there when no one's sitting there, and I checked her cat tree.
I couldn't find her.
I was beginning to panic as my mother told me that my brother had left the back door open after he brought the dog in. So I stuck my head out the door and looked at the snow that covered the deck, hoping to see if she left any paw prints behind. Then I looked straight at the dog's doghouse.
She was standing there, on its little porch, as still as stone, and looking absolutely terrified. She looked at me and mewled pitifully, telling me fully that she was scared and needed to be rescued. But mom managed to ease her inside, and I picked her up.
Yep, full proof that indoor cats + outside = panic, for both kitty's mommy and the kitty herself.
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