When did the new year happen?

*runs into the room with a panic and a flurry of everything you can possibly imagine*
      Guys... yeah... HAPPY NEW YEAR! It's a new year, full of new possibilities, and more chances for you to listen to my rantings on a blog! So yeah, happy new year and I hope the rest of the year is great and... I finished my book! You probably didn't think  could finish it, but it's okay because I didn't think I would finish it either. I finished writing it on Wednesday and now I have to go through an extensive editing process because let us all just face it, all first drafts are crap, and you cannot deny that either. I'm scared to read what I wrote a little more than a month ago. So maybe when I get the guts to edit it, by the end of the summer I shall have a wonderful novel for you all to read, and of course I will self publish it just because it is immensely cheaper.
     Since I stopped writing my novel in November(only to finish it this past Wednesday) I have been writing a lot of poetry. I have a lot of good critics, and I have been able to read their(her) poetry as well which is equally, if not more, amazing as mine. I am going to make it a habit to post here a few times a week, because you know... I need a job and blogging is a full time occupation. Some of my poetry has been really sad, but some are really funny and are me in pretty much a nutshell. So once a week, in one of my posts I will give you a poem, if I happen to write one for that week. So... until I start up with writing more poems, here is one poem for you all called "Group Projects".

Group Projects
The same feeling of rejection is there
every single time the words,    
"We are going to have a group project, but you can work independently."
escape my teacher's lips.
This means I have no choice,
not to work independently.
I may seem standoff-ish,
but... you don't want to work with me anyway,
do you? That's what I thought.
So here I am,
sitting in a corner of the classroom,
working independently on a group project.

       I see this as a poem of self expression of how much I freaking hate group projects. I absolutely hate them because like the poem suggests, I always work by myself because no one has the guts to ask me to work with them! I'm not a mean person guys, really, I just don't want to do all the work! I'm gonna go in my little emo corner and cry now, thanks.
      When I started writing I really didn't want to be one of those writers, you know the ones that write multiple stories all at once? I know writers like that, and I love them to death, but I could not bear to put myself through that kind of stress you know? Well... I've done it, I've ruined my life. I am coming up with ideas for stories. I have two ideas for stories at the moment that are brewing in my head. The first one is called Temperance. It is about a girl who is a drunk living during the Temperance Movement. If you do not know it, do some research on it! The second story I am working on ideas for is one that I have wanted to work on for a long time. It's called Belinda's Society of Less Than Creative Anachronisms. It's about a girl who lives in a slightly more modern world somewhere in the future, and the past keeps coming back to haunt everyone, and not just her. Ever heard of Paul Revere's Midnight Ride? Well... she has to deal with it every night, how is a teenage girl supposed to survive with that on her plate? Other parts of history repeat themselves, but I am not sure which ones yet, so we shall see!
I bid you all adieu, for I shall see you all again with my next blog post!