So I'll give you a glimpse of something...:)

Wanna know what I'm up to???

Yay! I knew you would!! Lol~


         So, I enjoy writing, but not actual writing, like with a pencil and paper...that's not fun! I like writing on the computer, writing books on the computer. I always thought it would be so cool to write a book!

So, I tried to start one and it's going purdy good. Would you like to see a piece of it?
Yes?
That's great!

Here goes------



"Best Friends Forever~"


.......Ridge was ten and Ana had recently turned eight. He and his family had just moved there, to Louisville, Kentucky. 

Mrs. Stanton heard about their new neighbors and whipped up a batch of cookies, Chocolate Chip, Ana’s favorite.  She and Ana carried the cookies and some ice-cold pink lemonade down the road a-piece.

When Mrs. Hanson opened the door, Ridge stood beside her, seemingly happy to have visitors. “Come in, come in ….uh….Mrs.…
 “Stanton”, Melissa quickly put in. She thanked her for the cookies and put them on the dining-room table. “I’m Melissa and this is Ana,” she said patting Ana’s back.

“Ridge, how about you go outside and play with Ana?” Mrs. Hanson suggested.

“Okay, come on Ana!” He said with excitement in his young voice. Running down the back steps, he stopped in his tracks. "Friends forever? A vow."

Ana paused, "Yeah, friends forever" she said after a second.

 That would be known as their beginning, that bond as friends. And they would be friends, maybe more than that, for the rest of their lives. Ridge had called it "a vow".........

 

 Another bit of it...

...A cool breeze blew in the barn door. Ana walked towards her horse, Freedom’s, stall. He was a brown and white speckled stallion. 

Once she had saddled him, she rode out into the pasture. She gazed around her, at all the fifty acres. The land had been in her family for over seventy years. She was in love with her surroundings.

  She rode on onto the woods, the leaves of the Cedar and Oak trees were now orange, red and brown...it was Ana’s favorite season, Fall. 

Her dark brown hair, with blond tints, and Freedom’s brown mane, blew in the wind. It was so peaceful for those few miniscule seconds.

 Brought back in to the real world, Ridge, her best friend was riding toward her. He had dark brown hair; he was six foot one and eighteen years old.  Talking in his deep southern drawl, How’se it goin’ Ana?”

“Pretty good,” she answered, glad she now had someone to share in the “wonderfulness” of it all.

“Come on”, Ridge said, grabbing her hand. He led her to the edge of the woods. They were now back in the beautiful open field..........

 

So, that's only a little bit of it...I have a good-bit more...:)

Like it?? Okay, so I'll break it to you...I AM NOT A VERY EXPERIENCED WRITER...WHEW!
JK...JK...JK!!!

I'll take input...:)