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[Jul. 12th, 2006|01:04 pm] |
It is with a surprisingly sentimental heart that I write these last words. No, you saw correctly, friends, I did indeed write ‘last.’ After a solid eight months of wistful, fanciful writing, This Author has finally decided to turn in her pen and pad of paper.
Although one Mr. Masters’s challenge of uncovering my true identity was certainly a reason for this retirement, the blame cannot (entirely) be placed upon that gentleman’s shoulders. Truthfully, the column has sadly grown wearisome as of late, less fulfilling to write which implies that it would be less exciting to read. This Author needs change; which, one must admit, is not surprising. Eight months is a long time of writing about oneself.
And, quite frankly, the recent renewal of interest in my “secret” identity is somewhat disturbing. The lure of the challenge and the prospect of the great prize has put friend against friend, and brother against sister, something that completely contradicts the reasons for starting the articles in the first place.
Indeed, the idea of this column had taken root because it sounded as if it would be something fun to do; something that would look good on my college transcripts and allow me to vent on some things that, under normal circumstances, I most certainly would not have shared with a soul. It was an escape of sorts; the only way I could freely voice my opinions and love without worrying about the consequences it might have on my pristine, goody-goody image.
Of course, I most certainly had never intended for my articles to be such the smashing hit they have become. I had never dreamed that they would not only run amuck within Moraga Hills Private School, but also spark the interest of our seaside town, Brighton, as a whole. But ignite a spark they did, a spark that only grew into a raging fire that hungrily swept across our beloved school and town.
But alas, as most so eloquently say: ‘all good things must come to an end.’ It’s sad, but in this particular case, entirely true.
But, before this rather distinctive column can come to a complete close, there is still the matter of the quest for This Author’s identity to address. I am well aware that my retiring will most certainly not quench this ridiculous need to find out my true name.
What’s in a name, after all? It’s just another word that serves as a label, but since it is so apparently interesting to you all I suppose the least that I can do is answer the two questions that have plagued most of Moraga Hills for the past eight months: what is Lady Rowena’s true identity and who is this man she writes about?
The answers, friends, are Vanessa Price and Thomas Lee.
I sincerely hope that this satisfies your curiosity and settles Mr. Masters’s bet (I shall be expecting the two thousand pounds within the week, by the by).
So, I bid you adieu, beloved school! I shall cherish the memory of your sure-to-be shocked faces as you read this last article of mine forever in my heart of hearts; This Author is, after all, a very sentimental person.
Lady Rowena’s Last Ballad for the Lost Romantics
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This here is an excerpt to the beginning of my novel...I am currently editing the first draft and I hope to have it published within a year or two...if you're interested in hearing more about it, email me at: SiriuslyHere@aol.com |
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[Jul. 12th, 2006|12:58 pm] |
This is Ashley here, hoping to get the word spread about me! I'll post excerpts from my stories and poems and I sincerely hope that everyone enjoys reading them. Until I post next, thank you for stopping by!
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