Revolutionary War, Anyone?

So as I go through my writings, I often find some of my early (and also lame) stories that I must share. :)
The following is the first entry of a diary I wrote about a girl in the Revolutionary War.

Title= Red: The Color of Blood

The Rev. War Diary of Sophia Anne-Marie Willington

Circa= 2004?

Author= Me (duh)

October 30, 1773;
The air feels tense, even here at my favorite spot, the captains walk atop our house. I have been especially bored these past weeks. Both my brothers have been abroad on their ships, and father is always at some meeting or another. But I do expect the “Smitty” and my brother Charles almost every minute. I have been up here since dawn. Sally brought up my breakfast earlier, but my stomach is empty again. While I wait, I am trying to read “Robinson Crusoe” by Daniel Defoe. Fredrick, my eldest brother, gave it to me the last time the “Liza” put it at the Boston Harbor. It’s quite a dull book, but to please him, (he thinks it the greatest book) I have resolved to finish it before he returns in the spring. Today however, I feel as though I have a hundred different thoughts battling for attention in my mind, and I simply cannot cope with Robinson’s problems when I have so many of my own. Charles knows that I often have this dilemma, and so he bought me this blank book in which to write these tumbled thoughts. I am ashamed that I have not used it till now.


Interesting, yes?