We don't care about the young folks

Have I mentioned that I plan on going into YA publishing? That's the whole reason I'm reinventing Outlet, taking an internship expedition to Random House, meeting with Glimmer Train next weekend (hopefully), and frankly, why I write in this blog. It's all experience, of course, and stuff that keeps me writing/editing. But why YA? It's a guilty pleasure, really. YA is so fun, and just imagine the book tours. Each week I check the bestseller lists and various YA authors/librarians blogs, then go nuts at the bookstore. To me, discovering the latest teen novel is like discovering a new band. Something similar to:

    OMG Vampire Weekend! Have you read Repossessed?
   
    or
   
    Hells yeah Coconut Records! Let's get some Audrey, Wait!.

Uninvited was even a great read (for Twilight fans who prefer drinking, anyway).  Right now I'm looking forward to the release of The Explosionist and the dead and the gone. For funsies, here is some MASH from E. Lockhart. Also of note: Sweethearts, The Book Thief, Freak Show, and Wake.

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Sh-sh-shame

Yesterday, three spiders crawled out of my grammar workbook. While I was working in it. In class. Three. Omg, Wtf?

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I left the photographer

I feel terrible. Miserable. Confused. I broke up with my boyfriend two days ago, for the second time. I can't describe it, I don't understand. When I was with him I felt wonderful; but when apart I just couldn't ignore this gnawing feeling. I would come home feeling miserable, like there was something terrible going on all around me that I just couldn't see. And the more we were together, the more I felt like I was something happening to him rather than someone special that he actually cared for. Considering I chose him over someone else who liked me (which sent our friends into strange division) it seemed I was more his prize than his Jules. Remember my complaining about how much dating I've been doing lately? My other ex-boyfriend called me last night, and I currently have two guys pursuing me now that they know I'm single. A year ago, if I knew I was going to be having these problems, I would have been ecstatic. I've never had this kind of romantic attention ever.

So why aren't I playing the role of Cleopatra and lavishing the onslaught? Because it's ridiculous--I feel miserable and like I'm causing misery with each heart I come across. I've never been this girl before. This is a whirlwind and I can't get my head on straight, my eyes focused, my feet back on the ground or my hands out of the way from being run over.

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QotD: My Biggest Fear

What is your deepest, darkest fear?
Submitted by [Susan].

Abandoned and drowning in the dark, cold open sea. At night. Sharks.
Or if you mean my deepest emotional fear, I would say abandonment in general.

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Poems: I wrote them

"She is not a python" by Sleater

She is
not
a python

"She is not a python #2" by Sleater

She is
not
a python
And she will play with the pythons no more

"Venom" by Sleater

Their venom stung
dug
deep
And it was not sweet

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This should be easier

This is my favorite blog. I'm not too crazy about the look of it, but I enjoy writing in it the most.

A new semester has started and I find myself restless. It's sad that I haven't graduated yet, but what else can I expect after taking a year off and going to China? I feel good in my degree and career path, I'll be heading to New York soon for an internship expedition with Random House, and I'll be in Portland soon for my cousin's graduation. I can't wait to see everyone again, even though it will only be for a weekend.

Things have been crazy. After much prayer and deliberation, I'm going to cut parts of my life out. My scissors are ready to go, I just need to get my courage up. I never thought I would run into this problem in Rexburg, Idaho. Or any part of Idaho, for that matter.

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