isax
Ten Thousand Club
Hey y'all, the Texan here.
Just dropping in here to let y'all know we have started yet another draft. I know, I know, the amount of time we have rewritten this is CRAZY but let me tell y'all something. As my partner-in-crime with this massive literary baby said, Divergent had 17 drafts and this only means we're growing as writers.
Now, I would be lying if I said we both wanted to started another draft. Maybe we did, idk but I do know I'm the one that hardcore pushed for one. I just wasn't feeling the previous draft anymore and replying to it became something I didn't feel like doing anymore (Sorry for not tellin' ya Lexus), but I promise I'll be better with this one. (At least I hope I will).
As y'all know, this plot has sort of become something that made my best friend ( Lexus ) and I much closer, even more so when we actually met in person. This has become our baby, our plot and our story so I hope y'all don't hate us too much for starting yet another draft. I can't promise this will be the last because I don't know if it will be but here's to another attempt at a plot I absolutely adore and never really want to give up until I'm satisfied with what I put into it.
So here's to hoping y'all stick around and to making it past 25 pages!
With much love,
Izzzy (I should totes change my username to Isa now, oops.)
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I was only twenty-three, going to be twenty-four in a few months. With every birthday that came after my twenty-first, I began to feel old. Crazy I know but that's just how I am. I was able to land a job at the one newsroom I absolutely dreamed of being apart of: The Dallas Morning News. I just knew the moment I toured it as a Freshman this would be my end goal, and I can say I did it. I made it to where I wanted to be right now in this moment of life.
I was a photographer for the paper, covering all sorts of local and surrounding city events. All of them made me feel a certain way and nothing made me happier than listening to the interviews I did, envisioning the person telling me everything all over. That was almost as breathtaking as actually capturing a perfect photo. Those were rare for me to produce in my eyes, but I do have to admit, some pictures really make me lost for words. Those photos are the ones I want to share with the world, make someone feel some type of emotion when they look at it.
Amelia and I are still as close as ever. Going through undergrad was rough, especially because the distance made me want to lose my mind every single day, but we made it work. Now that we were both out in the field, time for us to hang out was essential. There was never a time I didn't drop what I was doing so we could talk but those days became less and I couldn't be upset. The both of us are exceling so well in the field, my best friend especially, and I couldn't wait to see what the future had in store for us.
Today was like every other harsh winter day in November. It was the week before Thanksgiving and I was more than ready to spend Thanksgiving with my anchor. It was her favorite holiday and I couldn't not spend it with her.
I decided to go into the newsroom today, even if I could've done my work in the comfort of my apartment. There were just some days where I needed the hectic filled newsroom in order to concentrate on my work and today was one of them. I dressed according to the weather, ensuring I wore enough layers to where I wouldn't freeze to death. Being from South Texas meant I was never going to fully adjust to this weather but the cold was something I always preferred over the heat.
Before going into work, I stopped at the usual coffee shop for my cup of Earl Grey. Yes, I'm one of those people. Coffee never was my favorite out of the two and now I could only handle it once every blue moon. The workers here understood that though, and Chelsea always knew how long to steep my tea for. She made it just right.
Smiling at Chelsea when she said she would work on the usual, I went to the register, saying good morning to the most recent hire while I paid for it. Today's going to be a good day. After paying, I walked to the usual booth I waited at, taking out my phone from my purse so that I could text Amelia. Opening our text thread, I sent the usual good morning text.
"Good morning, Best Friend! I'm going into the newsroom today. Are you free later? I really want to go catch a movie and eat some wings."
I could only hope she was free. I missed her. You could always crash her apartment. Hm, very tempting.
Just dropping in here to let y'all know we have started yet another draft. I know, I know, the amount of time we have rewritten this is CRAZY but let me tell y'all something. As my partner-in-crime with this massive literary baby said, Divergent had 17 drafts and this only means we're growing as writers.
Now, I would be lying if I said we both wanted to started another draft. Maybe we did, idk but I do know I'm the one that hardcore pushed for one. I just wasn't feeling the previous draft anymore and replying to it became something I didn't feel like doing anymore (Sorry for not tellin' ya Lexus), but I promise I'll be better with this one. (At least I hope I will).
As y'all know, this plot has sort of become something that made my best friend ( Lexus ) and I much closer, even more so when we actually met in person. This has become our baby, our plot and our story so I hope y'all don't hate us too much for starting yet another draft. I can't promise this will be the last because I don't know if it will be but here's to another attempt at a plot I absolutely adore and never really want to give up until I'm satisfied with what I put into it.
So here's to hoping y'all stick around and to making it past 25 pages!
With much love,
Izzzy (I should totes change my username to Isa now, oops.)
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Dallas, Texas
Isabel
Life in Dallas was, and always will be, hectic. There's never a day where I'm not running around, covering a story or just at home, putting one together. I recently just graduated with a Bachelors in Journalism-- Specifically Photojournalism. I didn't think making it to graduation as an undergrad was possible but here I am, living it up in the city that stole my heart, living in a studio layout apartment in the heart of it. Isabel
I was only twenty-three, going to be twenty-four in a few months. With every birthday that came after my twenty-first, I began to feel old. Crazy I know but that's just how I am. I was able to land a job at the one newsroom I absolutely dreamed of being apart of: The Dallas Morning News. I just knew the moment I toured it as a Freshman this would be my end goal, and I can say I did it. I made it to where I wanted to be right now in this moment of life.
I was a photographer for the paper, covering all sorts of local and surrounding city events. All of them made me feel a certain way and nothing made me happier than listening to the interviews I did, envisioning the person telling me everything all over. That was almost as breathtaking as actually capturing a perfect photo. Those were rare for me to produce in my eyes, but I do have to admit, some pictures really make me lost for words. Those photos are the ones I want to share with the world, make someone feel some type of emotion when they look at it.
Amelia and I are still as close as ever. Going through undergrad was rough, especially because the distance made me want to lose my mind every single day, but we made it work. Now that we were both out in the field, time for us to hang out was essential. There was never a time I didn't drop what I was doing so we could talk but those days became less and I couldn't be upset. The both of us are exceling so well in the field, my best friend especially, and I couldn't wait to see what the future had in store for us.
Today was like every other harsh winter day in November. It was the week before Thanksgiving and I was more than ready to spend Thanksgiving with my anchor. It was her favorite holiday and I couldn't not spend it with her.
I decided to go into the newsroom today, even if I could've done my work in the comfort of my apartment. There were just some days where I needed the hectic filled newsroom in order to concentrate on my work and today was one of them. I dressed according to the weather, ensuring I wore enough layers to where I wouldn't freeze to death. Being from South Texas meant I was never going to fully adjust to this weather but the cold was something I always preferred over the heat.
Before going into work, I stopped at the usual coffee shop for my cup of Earl Grey. Yes, I'm one of those people. Coffee never was my favorite out of the two and now I could only handle it once every blue moon. The workers here understood that though, and Chelsea always knew how long to steep my tea for. She made it just right.
Smiling at Chelsea when she said she would work on the usual, I went to the register, saying good morning to the most recent hire while I paid for it. Today's going to be a good day. After paying, I walked to the usual booth I waited at, taking out my phone from my purse so that I could text Amelia. Opening our text thread, I sent the usual good morning text.
"Good morning, Best Friend! I'm going into the newsroom today. Are you free later? I really want to go catch a movie and eat some wings."
I could only hope she was free. I missed her. You could always crash her apartment. Hm, very tempting.