I've been sick- sorry I haven't gotten to everyone's comments or posts- I'll catch up when I feel better- but I have this post ready.
Well I can't say Sorena is always a pleasure, I can tell you about our interactions, and she is true to her own heart, most of the time. We actually had a little arguement on Saturday over the way I want the story to go- but She will see things my way in the end.
Our conversation was pretty mild for the most part, She of course liked the name Sorena Daniels, we shifted a little on age, she wanted 22 but I explained 25 was better grounded for her personality. I've decided her cat, Olive, is a sweet little calico. He purrs every time I want to pet him.Sorena read a bit of my poetry as I wrote down a few notes on her black hair and her job at the Come "N" Go as a cashier.
We decided she has some anxiety with males- possibly commitment issues, but Sorena has neither confirmed or denied it. Go figure. We discussed a basic outline over her favorite food radishes dipped in salted butter and she gave me a short little inroduction to relate to all of you guys for her. So without further contemplation, I give you Sorena's letter:
Dear Bloggettes andBloggents,
I would have you know this woman is completely disrespecting my mothers grave! People can't go around digging up the dead! I don't want to see that! But Summer insists it must be in the story. I'm not even sure I want to know the man capable of this crime. She wouldn't tell me his name unfortunately. I guess I'll be over cautious then. I'm hoping if I can have her writing buddies on my side, then maybe she will see things my way, So will you please talk some sense into her for me? She doesn't seem to listen well, and Since I lost my temper Summer has decided we wont discuss it any more until I calm down. So it would be a great gift if you would tell her not to include grave robbing in this piece.
Now that I have that off my chest I'll tell you what I would really love to do. I want her to make me a millionaire by drawing Fabulous book covers. Of course these wouldn't be any kind of book covers, I want my name to be the one everyone wants to do a book cover specially for. I want it whispered in societies ear, dropped into palms through notes at Presidential dinner parties, what ever it takes to make this dream come true. At the moment, I have a couple hand drawings that would work great for a number of books I've recently read. I've thought about even mailing the authors and asking if they would like to see a sample of my work.
Anyway, sorry I get involved in my art, at the moment I work as a cashier, but with hope that will change. I don't have any men around though, I prefer to stay away from them. Whenever I get into a relationship I feel closed in and I hate being closed in, that whole fear of small places, well I not only get that in an elevator, but also inside a relationship. So I avoid them. My best friend is my Dad, specially since my mother died three years ago in a car accident. I have nightmares every year on the day of her death. Though I can't really remember much about them. They do keep me awake all night.
Well I'll sign off now, as Summer is threatening to take her feather pen away from me if I don't. Pleased to meet you all and looking forward to making more letters for you in the next few weeks or days- Summer and I haven't actually agreed on which.
Have a good day,
P.S. Don't forget about the grave robbing...