Send Me a Storm

This is probably the last thing I should be doing right now, yet, somehow, it needs to be the first. Updating my blog is at the bottom of the to do list, yet here I am. Writing.
This post currently has no title because I don't know what this is about yet, but I'm sure to find out shortly.
Some of you probably don't know this, but I'm in University now. I have my text books sitting next to me, on the desk in my dorm room. My roommate is currently out, and I am alone. And, aside from the ridiculously loud air-conditioning, all is still.

Today was a very busy and a very hot day. I hate hot days. They make me lazy and, quite frankly, they exhaust me. 
I miss the rain. Oh how I miss the rain. I miss dancing in the storm. Somehow admits the turmoil of thunder and rain your soul is just set free. All your worries wash away, and you are just a tiny drop in the eye of the storm. It's the most powerful form of therapy I know. To me there is nothing like a thunder storm to remind me who is really in control.
I think what I'm trying to say is. I feel like I'm losing control, and that scares me. I think, admits the homework and the stress of getting settled into this new stage of my life, I think I have forgotten why I'm here. I have forgotten who sent me and I have lost sight of what I came here to so eagerly pursue. 
So, I am here now, putting off my reading and the two papers I'm supposed to be writing, to remind myself. 
I am here because... well because this is all I want to do. They is all I can do! There is no other way to say it! No other way to do it! I am here because I have this nagging urge in my heart that won't be still. It is the storm inside my soul. I find peace in the storm, and I guess this is my storm. This rage, this passion, this hurricane. This brings me to life. Without it I am dead. Without it I am just a hot sunny day, and I hate hot sunny days. 
And now, I have come up with a title for this nameless post. As you can see I've called it, Send Me a Storm. Or, more precisely, Send Me THE Storm.

I didn't have a picture for this post, so I thought I'd share one of my favorite landscape pictures taken by none other than my Dad. 

Just looking at it makes me feel calm in the most tremendous way.

Check out more breathtaking landscapes of his here.

A Milestone

 "If a story is in you, it has to come out."

~William Faulkner 

  I started this blog as a way to document my ups and downs as an aspiring novelist, and, as I recently hit a milestone in my journey as a writer, I thought it was only appropriate to document it here.

This last week (though by now many weeks ago) I finished writing the first part of my book. 

Now this really isn't a big deal, because the book isn't long finished, and for all I know it could still be a while before that actually happens seeing as I'm heading off to college in a few short weeks. (At this time only a few days...)

But holy crap! I'm finally getting somewhere! The pages are finally coming into their order! The story is officially on its way!

This journey that I embarked on in my grade seven English class is finally taking me somewhere. And this, this wonderful sensation, has me writing more ferociously than ever before. 

 I just can't waste any more time procrastinating. I have to know where this is taking me! I have to keep writing. I can't stand still anymore! This is my life. This is my journey. My odyssey.

Through all the frustrations, all the times that life gets in the way, I will never cease to find my way back to these pages. These pages are my story. The ink is in my fingers. These words are the life inside my soul. 

Nothing can take them from me.