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Sunday, January 23, 2011

are we there yet

Are we there yet? No, we're not. I have something to tell you.

I've been doing a little songwriting lately. Yeah...previously my fingers have played the piano and my voice has sung its songs, but I've never actually put them together—until now.

In Your Dreams


Verse One:
There’s a little bit of sunlight
Creeping through your window every night
And there’s a little bit of moonbeam
While you’re sleeping
That’s in your dreams
In your dreams
In your dreams
Every day I’m walking down the street
With all its sunshine and its summer heat
But all I’m thinkin’ ‘bout is you
And you’re saying

Chorus:
It’s gonna be alright
It’s gonna be okay
I’m gonna get through this
Someday

Verse Two:
People flash by in the clouds
With faces grim and faces proud
Everyone is everywhere
And I can’t breathe
In the air
In the air
In the air
Fires burning bright and tall
Every bit of my life is much too small
And I don’t know what to say
So I’m singing

Chorus


Bridge:

I’m thinking, I’m hopin’
My arms are
Wide open
And my eyes are full of tears
I’ve been hit by your spears
By your spears
By your spirit
I hear it
Your voice in my ear

Chorus

Ending:
Someday
Someday
Someday
Someday
Ooo

Ooo
Ooo
There’s a little bit of sunlight
Creeping through your window every night
Am I in your dreams?
In your dreams?
You’re in mine
Ooo-ooo

I don't have a video or a recording or anything...now I feel pretty idiotic. Of course I post the lyrics to my song but don't have the music. That's me.
But maybe I can make up for that. See, there's this singer/songwriter whose fault it is that I'm writing songs. And there's this other singer/songwriter whose fault it is that I'm actually finishing the songs. Their names are Sara Bareilles and Ingrid Michaelson, and I find it a coincidence that they recorded a song together. So maybe to make up for the songs that you can't hear I'll give you some that you can.



Sara Barielles. Ingrid Michaelson. Wow.

Oh, and it's snowing, which I find pretty awesome. I mean, what's winter without snow?


Are we there yet? I think so. I hope so. And for now, that's all I'm going to do: hope.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

preview



Need I say more than "preview"?
Actually, I must say more. Since this post is a preview to a short story that I'm writing that is not done yet but will be soon, I have to give you a little information. (This sounds like some sort of movie review...)


Robin Luce plays the cello. She wears funky clothes. She's on the track team. She can't dance to save her life. She's twelve years old and likes a boy named Solus Greine. Robin is just an ordinary seventh-grade girl caught up in an ordinary seventh-grade crush. But when Robin learns a secret that seems like she is destined for Solus, when they are dancing partners in gym class, when he starts sitting at her friends' table, and when he searches for her in the hallways, Robin begins to suspect that her first crush is more than ordinary. She knows that she is the heroine of a fairytale, until something unexpected happens between her and Solus. But Robin must learn that no matter what happens, there will always be sunlight streaming through the windows.



And here's a few samples, also like the movie preview:


Robin looked around at all of her friends’ faces, some concerned, some smiling, some annoyed, some anxious. On Robin’s right was Scarlet Caxon, her friend and the only other girl at the table who knew her secret. The secret about Solus. And there was Robin Luce herself, with her face a sprinkling of freckles and her red-brown wavy hair, looking sad and changed and happy all at once. She took a deep breath, set down her fork, licked her lips, and began. She told the story from the beginning.
A tall boy with dark hair whipped past Robin.
“Hey,” he said, slowing down. His face was long and his eyes were so dark, Robin was sure she would fall into them. His straight brown hair had a way of flopping into his eyes that made Robin’s heart beat faster. She didn’t know why.
“You’re Solus Greine, right?” Robin asked. Solus nodded. Though he had been in Robin’s school for a long time, at least since fourth grade, Robin had never quite made contact with him. Sure, there had been a few “hellos” here and there, but the two had never exactly talked.
“Well, um, I guess I’ll see you around, yeah?” Solus inquired.

“Yeah. Sure.” Robin answered.

Later that day, while Robin was in the back seat of her car, her thoughts turned to the tall boy she had met in gym class, and who she had seen again in two other classes. Solus. She liked that name. It had a sort of dark, secretive ring to it.
And though the sky was as white as a pearl and there wasn't a trace of the sun, she was sure that she felt the warm, yellow rays on her face. Robin was flying.



And now I'll leave you to wonder. Wait! What do you think? Comment!!!!
Okay, now you can wonder.


Wait! Wait! I haven't told you the most important part! Forgetful Maia. Any moose, the title is Little Rays of Sunlight. Okay, now you can go. And now you can comment, which I'm sure you've been absolutely dying to do...I hope...