So. Things that have happened since last Wednesday.
A) A massive storm blew through my area and tore out seven of the trees in our yard (we’re in a woodsy area, so there are a lot more where that came from, but still). My backyard looked like the set of a disaster film over the weekend. We’ve got it mostly cleaned up now, but there are still a couple of dead trees that we just aren’t quite sure what to do with, so hopefully no more storms come through and decide to make the already crappy situation any worse.
B) That same storm also blew the power out, and we were without air conditioning or freezer-type food (read that as ice cream) for two days. During which we were outside in the heat, chopping up fallen trees. I WAS NOT A HAPPY CAMPER.
C) Because of the lack-de-electricity, I also couldn’t work at all on writing-related stuff over the weekend. Which made me look like this:
D) But then the electricity came back (air conditioning! hot water! iPhone and laptop and AIR CONDITIONING!), and yesterday I got an email with some pretty freaking awesome news which kinda, sorta made up for all the bad stuff over the weekend.
My short story. Won first place. In the children’s/young adult category. Of the 82nd Annual Writer’s Digest Writing Competition.
MY. SHORT. STORY.
Please bear with me as I burst into tears.
I spent the better part of yesterday alternating between floating on cloud nine and trying to figure out what exactly winning first place means (apparently Writer’s Digest is publishing a collection of the winning stories in November? what?). I’ll make sure to keep you updated on what happens. (And if you’re looking for getting news a little quicker, these days I’m sharing more of these small-detail types of things on my Facebook page than here.)
In other news, though, it’s time to move on to what I’m actually writing this post for: this week’s Wordy Wednesday. We had a tie for short story and poem/song lyrics, so–since we just had a short story last week, let’s go with a song this time.
This is “Stupid and Young,” which I wrote earlier this summer. I was trying to tell the story of someone who was falling in love with their best friend, only to have him leave. (I feel like we’re on an especially depressing stint of WWs here. Sorry about that.)
UPDATE: Here’s a really crappy recording of the song. I did it in one take, without warming up or tuning my guitar or anything, so emphasis on the “crappy.” But it’ll give you an idea of how it should sound. (Also: I look like I’m in pain throughout the majority of this video. I’m not really sure why. I apologize.)
VERSE1 [D, Bm, G, A – D, Bm, G, C]
Everything’s been silence since you left
Crazy how quiet things get without your breath
We try to fill the emptiness with empty words
But the truth is your absence is all that’s heard
And it’s stupid how we go through our lives
Wishing to speed up, wishing for more time
And then you wish to go back
And do it all the same
If I could wish on raindrops
And have it come true
You’d have a thousand million wishes
For just one more day with you
And how stupid is that?
When all I wanted was for you to leave
So I could get on with my life,
But all that’s left when you’re gone
Is to believe, to believe that
You and I
Could have learned to fly
If we’d tried to
But we never pumped our legs that high
And you and I
Could have learned to swim
All the way across the ocean
But instead all we ever did
Was learned to love and then we hid
And how stupid is that?
Being stupid and young
Stupid and young
And now you write a letter from across the sea
With a wish in a bottle that it’ll reach me
And it takes five years to make it past the tears
In my hands
And I’ve bitten my nails down to stubs
Thinking about the waves in your definition of love
And no two friends ever loved each other more
If I could wish on starfish
You’d have all the stars in the sky
Asking for you to come back,
And I wouldn’t have to wonder why
I see you in the mirror
When my reflection isn’t clear
When the steam from the shower
Makes the clock tick back the hour
And you might think it’s nonsense
All these words that I am saying
But they feel the way I feel
Like I am empty without your hand in mine
Which is stupid because we never did find
The answer to that question of
What is love?
Is it just chemicals inside my brain
Or is it something more we can’t explain
That somehow explains my reasons
For missing you
Like a flower in wintertime,
Does this song exist without my mind
And does the happiest thing, the sun, shine
Silence is all that’s left without you here
I try to fill it with this song to make it disappear
But all that happens when you fill emptiness with empty words
Is you hear a lot of nothing, and nothing is all that’s ever heard
And I miss you, just thought I should let you know
That I miss you
PS. Figured I’d mention just one more thing: Cadence was in the 2013 Xmas in July novel pitch contest, which happened last week, and it garnered requests from three awesome agents! If you’d like to go check out what that’s all about, here’s a link to my entry.
PPS. There are currently a bunch of birds chirping right outside my window. I feel like a Disney princess.