Dear December,
MMhm finished City of Heavenly Fire today. Good God, Cassandra Clare knows how to pump raw emotion through writing. Somehow her ink and pages have given me a literate heart attack, because there are worse things you can do to your characters than kill them.
I'm tired, still, a kind that maybe will never completely wash out of my bones. When I am tired, I want to do nothing, but somehow I end up being more productive than when I am fully rested? The human body is a strange thing.
We got the list of books for the reading competition today. It's funny, I tried before, but I could never really be part of this group of weird guys doing weird things, and now I am. Give us a stack of books, edible incentive, possible bragging rights and we'll rule the world. (the world=our school in this analogy)
I am tired, cold, and there are a million deadlines hanging over me, but in this moment, I'm all right.
Esther
YOU ARE READING
dear december
Non-FictionContinued from last month's Dear November letters. A little less angsty, a little more poetic. Originally done on Polyvore, by @writingtips' and @smileylina 's suggestion, who got the idea from Youtuber Carrie Fletcher's series 'Letters to Autumn'.
