G of S update

So, after a month of writer's block, I got quite a bit of writing (for me) done last night. :) I finished of chapter five and started on chapter six. :) YAY FOR ME! :)

Christopher Paolini!

So here's some pictures of the man himself!

The Cheese Stands Alone

I sit, thinking, silent.
The people, my peers, I guess,
are chattering all around me.
I look up, irritated by their
constant yakking.
I say nothing, though a
thousand words come to mind.
No one notices my hesitation:
I'm not there to them.
All their prattle and unfeeling
thoughtlessness magnifies
our differences, widens the gap.
I realize:
I am alone
in this room of people.
I cannot connect, can't
bridge the chasm.
I think of a childhood song.
It fits perfectly:
The cheese stands alone.
I Am The Cheese.

Christopher Paolini

Yay! So, Christopher Paolini is coming to Montana on 22nd of this month! For those of you who don't know who he is...he's the guy who wrote Eragon. I am really excited. I hope to be able to have him sign one of my books. (I own all three that are out.) :)

"Change"

A tree in spring
Has new buds of green
That will grow and bring
Happiness to many.

But the tree grows restless,
And the leaves that were best left
As they were are changed
Into colors they think strange:
Red, orange, yellow, and copper penny.

For a short time
The tree is satisfied.
But soon he will sigh
And the leaves will die,
And drop like the Queens of King Henry.

All through the winter,
The tree stands bare,
All alone, without a care,
Not a single one, not any.

Spring comes once more,
And the leaves once again adorn
That tree of mine.
It's one of a kind,
Unique among many.

Change is required,
Although we are tired,
In order to grow,
To learn, to know,
And be different than any.

"Fly"

The boy looked down at his brown-haired companion, and he could see the silvery star tattoo on her cheek glitter in the moonlight. He felt a surge of affection for his good friend in front of him, and he suddenly wanted to give her anything she asked for.
"If you could have any power you wanted, no strings attached, what would you choose?"
She thought for a second before a smile lit up her features. She spread her arms out and said, "Fly."
Of course, this amazing girl would have to choose the most difficult to teach. He was determined though, and soon thought of a way around the obstacles.
"Close your eyes," he commanded gently. She obeyed after giving him a questioning glance.
"Don't open them until I tell you."
He touched her star tattoo with one hand and held her hand with the other. He felt the weightlessness wash through him and into her. The girl's mouth widened in surprise, and she started to move her hand away. But the tall blond boy had firmly entwined his fingers with hers. After a moment, he removed his hands.
"Open your eyes."
The girl looked into the lake beside her and gasped at the sight. Two transparent, shimmery blue wings shaped like a butterfly's appeared behind her bare white shoulders.
"Can I...?"
She couldn't bring herself to voice the hope.
"Try it. Just jump."
She kicked off the ground, then brace herself for the inevitable impact. It never came. She looked at the beach in surprise. She was floating about a foot above the ground. She started laughing. It was an exhilarated, tinkling sound that sent a thrill through the boy.
*note: I did not specify completely their relationship...I just said they are friends...please don't assume who they are just because you know me.