A Room of My Own

So today, as I was walking back to my room from class, I was thinking about what I would write about. I kept saying the title in my head over and over. A Room of One's Own. What would I do with a room of my own? What would it look like? What would I do in it? How would it make me feel?

My room would have a lot of windows. I would go there just to get away from the would. I would have tons of candles so it would smell like vanilla. My room would be located on top of water, near the shore. Instead of looking onto the water, I would look onto the land. I would go there just to be alone. I could go there and write in my journal and reflect on all the problems in my life.

I would love a room of my own!

Writing

For me, writing is like a good haunted house. You never know what's around the corner until you get there. I never know how a paper is going to turn out until I'm done with it. The words on the paper are monsters that make my heart pound. The sentences are like the paths to get out. If you write the wrong one, it might take you to a dead end. If they are good, then you have a clear way of getting out. Although, sometimes it's a lot easier to take the chicken out pass rather than going through the entire haunted house.