Gifts of the People

I think everyone has a gift, a talent, a need to share themself with the world and let themself shine. For some, it is hard to meet their dreams, stealing as many years from time as they can to hone their gift, until the right moment comes and they are finally forced into making the star in theirself glimmer in the breathtaking spot light. For others, it comes differently. Some rush into it, sure of their dream from the moment they take their first breath. I'm a little like that, I suppose you might say.

As a young teenage writer, I know life has been kind to me. I have a room over my head, two supporting parents (when they aren't yelling at me because I did some wrong), ambition, and as much as I try to be modest about it, talent. I many elements in my life that make me who I am--which I haven't really figured out yet. My friends are always telling me what I am: caring, beautiful, fashionable . . . but I don't know how to believe that. Yet. I think someday, maybe someday, I just have to proove to myself that I am all those things, like I've already made them believe.

Anyways, when I was younger, I didn't have the luxury of writing like I do these days. I had music--I was singing before I could talk--and art. Creativity and imagination as a bonus. Maybe plop a romance in there that I didn't understand. I honestly thought I was going to be a famous singer like Taylor Swift someday. She was my superstar--my role model. But learning of her music is also what caused me to drift farther and farther from my at-home family, the seperation still remaining today. Not the point here. Moving on . . .

But as I said, I did have creativity and imagination, like most children. Like most of my friends, I was tagged in Talented and Gifted, and at recess we'd have live role plays where we'd love and fight bad guys. It was our life. Most of all, it was real.

Time skip, and we're in fifth grade. I've started my first book, inspired after being introduced to the realm of young adult books. I never did finish that book, but it was a good start. I can now see how that led into the development I have today.

Skip another year, and I'm being homeschooled online because I'm so smart the school couldn't keep up with me. I've started another book, having abandoned the other, and it takes me months to get 5,000 words before I finally get stuck and start another, playing with the greek gods like I'd always loved. I found the school NaNoWriMo club--a basic writer's club for anyone who wrote books. You didn't have to participate in the activity. You just had to write.

Anyways, the support of all the people in the club is what helped me finish that third book. Novella, if you wanna classify it correctly, but I'd never been so proud. 18,000 words in one book, and I was finished, already set up for sequel and gaining more skill and development with every word I wrote.

Fast forward to today, and I actually haven't finished another piece, unless you count the small novelette I did in January. But I do have good starts on every piece I have saved either on my jump drive or my computer--and I plan to finish something before the end of June. Before the end of the school year.

If there's one thing that I have learned from my journey of talent, it's that convincing the world you have talent is the easy part. Convincing yourself, and learning to stand on your own two feet is the hard part. I have myself pretty convinced--and I truthfully must say I have no doubts that I'll be published someday. That maybe one day--I'll be drinking coffee eww, no, not coffee, flavored water with Cynthia Hand and Richelle Mead getting ready for a tour or something because I'm a bestseller. Why a bestseller, when I'm supposedly so modest? It's not for the fame, I'll tell you that. It's to have touched someone's life--someone's heart--so deeply that they cried or laughed. That they felt for the characters.

Another thing: Don't deny yourself, your heart, from doing what it needs to. You'll become stronger just by leading yourself on the right path--and not letting anyone else choose for you. That's how you'll win. That's how everyone will win.

Love you <3
Cassandra Bloom, the someday bestselling author

Another Two Post-er. Oh Well...

You must go here; now. I don't know if you know of my current situation but if you'd just go visit Ashton's blog for me and make it super popular, I'd be extremely happy again. Maybe I'll start a contest of it...

First here's a picture of how awesome it is. I love you Keely. Please forgive my unhappiness. Please please...

And the link...

Ashton Pheonix Holt's Amazing Blog

Now be good, don't get into trouble, and make the best of life. I'm still miserable but I don't enjoy it, okay? I can't help it right now. I'll get better in a month when I can come back.

Done for the day,
C

I Hate My Life

I cannot stress that enough. I hate it, hate it, hate it. And for those of you who know me personally I am very sorry to say it because I know it'll break your heart to know I'm gonna cry myself to sleep every night for at least the week. After that, I don't know, I may find someone who'll play the part of my best friend at this new school, but even that would break my heart. I don't want a new best friend. I want Ashton and Scarlett and Burly and Stephan (believe it or not, Burly and Stephan are girls) and Mr. Cash back.

Now you probably don't get a word of that. Let me tell you from de beginning...

I've switched schools. Now I don't go to the beautiful place called Connections Academy, with everyone who could in essence truly be considered my family, but instead a regular public school with annoyingly stupid classes and students who bare the same qualities. I was ripped from my home and placed in the terrorous woods. And there is no way for me to go back. I hate it, hate it, hate it.

And everytime I go back to Connections Academy site just to revisit it I'll type in my login, and I'll start crying again when they won't let me in because I've been withdrawn from the site. No one knows how painful this is. No one knows how badly I hurt.

Also, I never thought I would be a new girl. Everyone has an eye on me and the teachers (yes, they do) are asking me all sorts of questions and the students are learning things--some I know and others I never was taught. But apparently I'm not enough to whip up any attention because no one talks to me--unless their curious or happen to be partnered with me. I want my HOME back.

But of course that's impossible. Mom won't let me go back. But this is horrible. Connections people are going to be learning and getting degrees and credits and everything and I'm going to be stuck rotting at this damned school. I hate it. I hate hiding the majority of my hate so I don't ruin everyone's mood any more than I have.

I don't even know why I'm telling you this. I don't expect you to feel sorry for me. I don't expect you to comfort or pity me. I just wanted to tell someone so maybe I could feel a little bit better.


Maybe someday.

P.S. There are no updates on Phantom of the Opera. My life is too much of a mess right now.

I'll see you all later.
C