One More Chapter
A twenty two year-old's view on life, death,
and Taylor Swift conspiracy theories
and Taylor Swift conspiracy theories
1/2/2015 0 Comments What's With The New Set up?I have decided to give my blog a makeover for multiple reasons. First, I had created this blog as a sort of year-long project, which I entitled "Project365". I had intended to post once a day for an entire year in order to get myself writing. Instead, I absolutely did not post once a day. At first I was doing great, for the first several months. But then life got in the way as it often does. Towards the end, I was posting once a month instead. But, looking back, I think that it went great. When I did post, it wasn't forced nor was it just meaningless babble. It was something that I actually wanted to say. Like right now. I didn't force it upon myself and, because of this, I loved writing in my blog, and it seemed that many people loved reading it. So, I have decided to keep going with it. I thought about maybe starting over, making an entirely new blog that isn't called Project365, since it doesn't really have any relevance anymore. But then I thought that I would keep writing on this page. Project365 is what got me started blogging, and I think that it's a nice way to honor what I had started out doing. Secondly: Why have a called it "One More Chapter"? This small sentence is a cherished one. I used to spend every night laying in my father's large, soft bed, enjoying the comforting embrace of the expensive, white comforter with my younger sister as he lay next to us, reading. The tradition started out with my brother, with whom, my father read such books as Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter. I used to sit during these sometimes, wishing that I could read such "advanced" and "challenging" books since I was usually read Amelia Bedelia and Honey Bunny Funny Bunny. Which were great, don't get me wrong, but I was read them in my own bed, and we could read the entire book in one sitting. My brother's took several nights, or at times several weeks, to finish. Soon it came my turn. We would lay in bed and listen to my father do the voices of all the characters, and it was heaven. Finally I was reading the big kid books. We read all the Harry Potter books (which meant my father had to re-read the first few since he'd already done so with my brother), the Eragon books, and my favorite, A Series of Unfortunate Events. My father would read for what am assuming was about an hour, maybe a bit less (my sense of time as a child was pretty pathetic) and then say something along the lines of "Alright, that seems like a good place to stop." Immediately he would receive please from my sister and I (and at times, my brother, if he hadn't read the book already). After enough whining he would always give in, scan to check how many pages were in the next section and say, "Alright, one more chapter." These nighttime readings with my father are the reason for my love of reading, the reason for my love of story-telling and the reason I am writing at this very moment. So, hence the name of this blog: One More Chapter. Here's to a year of exciting and inspiring things to write about! Thank you for reading, Amanda Lucille Song of the DayRiding to New York by Passenger
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