Lost In Myself

I have to write don't I? Well  again I find myself not wanting to write or having any useful prompts to write.

The other day I tried having my mom write what I say (I described it to her as scribing) but I don't like discussing specifics about my life with my mom (or dad in certain cases). Well that sounds harsh but I guess another way to say it is that I find my writing and poetry to be a secret that I don't want to share. Or a continuation of a part of my life that would take to long to describe. Isn't it just a teenager thing though? Most of my friends don't share their lives with their parents like they do with a friend (even then it's not like I tell my friends every possible detail). I think this is exactly what I'm talking about! I can't even describe to you why I don't like telling my mom my stories because that would go into another layer of my life!

Why don't I move back to the more pressing matter of 10,000 words. Thank goodness for thanksgiving break!

Until later.
-Madalynne