Thursday, June 10, 2010

I'm published!

Sort of, I guess, haha x]

My heart goes out to the wonderful Shuichi Cullen for giving me such a beautiful and thoughtful gift. :] It's so legit - it even has an ISBN number and a bar code on the back cover! xD

The title of the work comes from a project that I wrote last winter, as well as a poem - "Words I Can't Say". For him, he sees it as a piece that epitomizes my writing: "The title suggests that the words she can't say are those that she would simply prefer not to say, but in some senses, it can be interpreted that the speaker is simply unable to speak them."

What makes this book even more special and dear to my heart is that it's not just a book full of my works from these past three years. Oh no. Shuichi actually sat down and organized the poetry and prose into an order he found logical and wrote a thoughtful analysis and opinion on each.

And the thing is, his analysis of my writing is just about always spot on. When you have a close friend who you love and just knows you inside and out, it shows. Initially, Shuichi gave me pretty jewelry for gifts because he didn't know what else to do. And that wasn't a problem for me. I loved it! :) But now we've become so close that he knows what I like. He makes such wonderfully personal birthday cards, and as you can see, just spectacular birthday gifts. :]<333

My heart swells with the time and love he must have put into this. ♥

And the dedication. Oh my goodness, I feel like I should share it with you because it really warmed my heart. (It's been slightly paraphrased to protect his privacy and my own, fyi, but not much x])

As a wee lad of a youthful age, my passions for writing were, to say the least, uninspired. I'd wrote before, and I still wrote, from time to time. But simply writing just doesn't cut it for those who strive to be authors, the stupendous masters of the written word that imagine, create, and render completely novel. I know from hindsight, now, that what began my new uprising into the literary world was one person, a person whose own writing stimulated worlds of fantasy, thoughts of romance, and paragraphs of emotional angst and pain. Her name is Rose Lee.

We began the 2009 NaNoWriMo as aspiring authors, and together, despite the struggles that it presented, along with the never-ending schoolwork, we triumphed by the end, passing the 50,000-word mark. Besides being an exhiliarating moment of success, we also rejoiced in how we both had managed to encourage each other, and we acknowledged that without the efforts of the other, we may never had reached that monumental goal.

Long after NaNoWriMo, she and I are still writing fiends, although school always seems to get in the way. As is evidenced by the works to come, she was, is, and always will be a vicarious writer whose pencil, pen, and keyboard will forever shine.

Here's to you, Rose.

That second to last sentence really gets me. :") Honestly. ~<3

I... I hope he realizes, though it's not always said in words, that I sincerely love him, and I don't want him to ever leave my life. I love you so, so much, Shuichi Cullen. <3