Quick, Read This!!

Everyone should read Jaron's newest post on his happy blog. It's good. And I agree with all of it. POTC2 is awesome. I encourage everyone to go see it. And stay through the credits. The movie isn't over until the credits are done. Plus, there might be a little surprise. :D lol.

Annnnnnnnnnnyway...
Read this:

She sighed and pushed her dark hair out of her brown eyes. It stubbornly fell right back into place. Why was she feeling this way? Why couldn’t she write? She tapped her pen impatiently on the fresh notebook in front of her. Blank. She used to love blank notebooks. It meant lots of words, just waiting for her to arrange them into witty and elegant little sentences and paragraphs. Eventually she could turn them into something worth reading. Usually the story filled her mind to the brim, spilling out in black and blue ink. Now, nothing. She was blank. How long could this possibly last? She was already frustrated, and she had only been sitting there for an hour. She didn’t have even one idea or brainwave. She stood and walked to her balcony window, picking up her steaming mug of hot chocolate on the way. “Juvenile,” she thought. But she’d tried coffee. It was too bitter. No, she’d stick with the sweet, thick taste of chocolate. The rain was coming down hard, now. The lightning flashed and thunder beat a deep drum through the thick, dark clouds. She opened the glass doors and stepped out onto the balcony. Rain. She inhaled deeply, and sighed again. She loved it. She stood there, letting the wet air frizz her hair, and the rain drops mingle with the tears that were now silently running down her cheeks. She knew that if she just stood there, no one would be able to tell that she was crying. Water dripped into her hot chocolate, she didn’t care. It was probably cold by now anyway. Cold. She stood there, getting wet, feeling cold. But the cold was not only around her. It was in her. Because, in reality, she knew why she couldn’t write. It all began and ended in one word. Him. He had waltzed into her life two years earlier, when she was a budding author. Full of ideas, and full of life. She hadn’t expected to meet anyone. She had loved him, and he had taken from her the one thing he knew that she could not live without. Her ability to write.

Lemme know what you think. Be honest, k?
*corky*