My life has meaning finally, because Teenage Writers is playing host to a new challenge: the Love Note Contest. At first, seeing the thread made me wary. How the heck does someone write a love note, or even find the inspiration to write a love note? I wasn’t sure. I’m still not sure. However, I wanted a challenge because it had been so long, therefore I signed up.

My first attempt fell flat. I wrote it the night of takeoff, because I had such an inspiration, and it just didn’t work. It was about fish and moons, etc. etc – all over the place, never able to stay on one topic. Too poetic, really. Today, though, I rewrote the letter, and I’m very fond of the new version. It isn’t anything like the last, but it works, stays away from cliches, and the secret isn’t revealed until the end.

Hm. Not much else to say.