Friday, September 30, 2005

Beautiful Anomaly

I thought there was a way to do this
A pattern I was supposed to follow
But the world you have shown me
Is not the world that I know

You're such a beautiful anomaly
A change in the way
The world used to look to me
The perfect irregularity
The miracle I needed to
Change the way I see

I had my mind made up
On the way I was supposed to
Fall in love
Then you came along with
Your sweet smile
And changed the way I was

You're such a beautiful anomaly
A departure in how real
My world used to seem
You took my mind and
Did this to me
The best kind of abnormality

And now that you have me
I've remade in my mind
how love is supposed to be
I only feel it when you're near me
Now that I have you
Everything is perfect, it seems

You are my beautiful anomaly
Unusual enough how you ended up with me
My eyes are open and now I can see
How perfectly you and I
Becomes we

Copyright (c) 2005 Jacki Simmons

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

And Now, Jacki

It's done.

I've finally finished the first draft. About time. I'm going to go to bed early tonight, and sleep like I've never slept before. That's a lie, I'll probably be up all night editing, but I can rest knowing that the hard part is over. The story is written. Now I have to sell it. In a couple of weeks, jsut after my birthday, I'll be getting my contract. Needless to say, I'll be having my lawyer look over it with a fine tooth comb. I'm young, but mama ain't dumb.

I was in my vibe zone tonight. I had Juelz Santana on full blast (I do my best writing when From Me To You is on), cut the lights down, turned off the phone and got to it. Two and a half hours later, I was done. Of course, I've got to go through a rather vigorous editing process, but in the end, it's all worth it. I swear to everything I love, if there is one error, I am going to throw a royal hissy fit.

I can stretch right now, and move away from the computer. I've been glued in front of my PC (I really need to upgrade, Dell is looking mighty good right now) for weeks, banging out this book. Sleepy sleepy.

Friday, September 23, 2005

Making Progress

I'm almost there. I'm on the last chapter. It took a while to get there, especially since I went back to the very beginning and ripped it apart. I took out characters, added characters; it was a big thing. I can finally say I'm almost done. I'm anxious to hear what the editor thinks.I've been pulling thirteen-hour days trying to finish this book. It's killing me. I am so tired, but every time I decide to call it a night, there is a new idea in my mind. So I write it down and then I lay down in bed and stay up for half the night wondering how to work it into the story. When I can't take it anymore, I get up (sometimes three and four in the morning) and type until my eyes can't stay open anymore. Those are the best nights. Speaking of which, got a good idea right now.
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Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take and may this song play all the way, through. And if it skip a beat, hit repeat, this the realest shit I ever wrote, this is me. If it skip a beat, hit repeat, This the realest shit I ever wrote, this is me. -Juelz Sanatana, This Is Me, What The Game's Been Missing