I feel terrible for not having posted in this blog since the beginning of November, but I have had literally no time to tell you all of the exciting things that there are to tell about my book. First off, I titled my book Woman and Spider Seek Men, which is a lot about what my plot has to do with. Not in the icky romantic sort of way but my main characters go on a soul searching journey together and maybe meet a few men along the way that steals one their hearts.
My two main characters for the time being are the characters Melodee Deavila and Geoffrey the Spider. Melodee is a human girl who lives in present Chicago, Illinois. Geoffrey is actually a spider and not just a human named Geoffrey the Spider. I think that would be a little weird and a little too creepy. Geoffrey is Melodee's counselor character and he helps her make big life decisions which will help her throughout the book.
The main problem I am facing right now is that one of my characters (the one I wanted Melodee to end up with) turned out to be really creepy and now she has decided to go on a soul searching adventure and she is leaving him. I let out an internal "aw" but I about cried because the whole plot of my book has been turned around.
On Monday I will give a you a much longer blog post about who my characters are and their traits plus personalities. I will also give you all a physical description of each so you can better visualize the characters as I talk about them. You will not be left wondering who each of my characters are, I promise. So, for now, good bye my loves, my doves, my eggs. <3
Saturday, November 17, 2012
Thursday, November 1, 2012
Happy NaNoWriMo!
It is that time of year again. Today is the official start of National Novel Writing Month. That one month where all the crazy people get together and each write 50,000 words. Remember? Well, I hope you are all looking forward to a ton of blog posts about my new novel and posts about my progress. I have to get back to writing, but I will fill you all in tomorrow with my story and what it is about!
Monday, October 22, 2012
A little something that I wrote on Friday night based off of a picture...
Here is the picture: http://writeworld.tumblr.com/post/33360603338/writers-block-a-picture-says-a-thousand-words
Here is the writing(look at the picture first to understand :)
After the war had hit the city, it had been left ravaged. Houses, stores, childhood meeting places; all destroyed. She came back though many years afterward to the apartment building in which she had lived.
She slowly opened the door and it screeched on its hinges. Her old steps echoed throughout the spacious main room. As she moved through the room it was almost as if she could hear the sound of childrens' foosteps in the room, the sizzling of a pot on the stove in the kitchen, and the roar of the old television set that deafened everything else out with its noise. This was home, but not exactly how she remembered it.
Thirty years ago she and her family had left in the dead of night against a threat of war. They took little and they left their memories behind, never expecting to return again. But here she was.
She scrambled over some fallen bricks and walked through the living room. She spotted the old olive colored arm chair, the coffee table still next to it. The red afghan was laying atop the chair. She smiled as she ran her finger tips over it.
This was home. This was where she had lived in the early years of her marriage; where she had raised her young children; the place that she would be leaving again. She tightened the scarf on her head, buttoned up her coat and started for the door.
Her feet crunched on something and she picked it up. It was her framed wedding photo. She clutched it in her hands, smiled and looked around one last time, and departed.
Here is the writing(look at the picture first to understand :)
After the war had hit the city, it had been left ravaged. Houses, stores, childhood meeting places; all destroyed. She came back though many years afterward to the apartment building in which she had lived.
She slowly opened the door and it screeched on its hinges. Her old steps echoed throughout the spacious main room. As she moved through the room it was almost as if she could hear the sound of childrens' foosteps in the room, the sizzling of a pot on the stove in the kitchen, and the roar of the old television set that deafened everything else out with its noise. This was home, but not exactly how she remembered it.
Thirty years ago she and her family had left in the dead of night against a threat of war. They took little and they left their memories behind, never expecting to return again. But here she was.
She scrambled over some fallen bricks and walked through the living room. She spotted the old olive colored arm chair, the coffee table still next to it. The red afghan was laying atop the chair. She smiled as she ran her finger tips over it.
This was home. This was where she had lived in the early years of her marriage; where she had raised her young children; the place that she would be leaving again. She tightened the scarf on her head, buttoned up her coat and started for the door.
Her feet crunched on something and she picked it up. It was her framed wedding photo. She clutched it in her hands, smiled and looked around one last time, and departed.
Daily Prompt: Is that blood behind your ear?
This is something I wrote today while I was in morality and happiness.
It was cold and wet, people were freezing to death and then there were others that were actually dying from the war itself. That was how war always went, more people died from the elements than they did from the actual war. I looked over at my comrade who came running over to me, almost compromising our location. I already knew what was wrong.
”Is that blood behind your ear?” I asked him. He placed his hands on his knees and bent over, panting. He shook his head.
“Of course not.” He gasped.
“Don’t tell me that it’s mud. You’re bleeding. Get your ass over here.” I demanded, beckoning him over. He sat with his back to me so I could see where the blood was coming from.
Head wound.
I let out an internal groan. He was a goner, but I was not going to tell him that. He was going to die soon. I was going to bandage his wound, though. I needed to keep his morale up, keep him going up until the last.
Shrapnel was always the hardest to bandage. It was not a clean cut, I did not know the point of entry, and he was going to keep bleeding until it was all gone. The joy of fighting in the trenches.
I had come to realize that most of my friends were going to die in this war, but I went on anyway helping all those that I could. I quickly went on to bandage his head and tried not to vomit as the blood trickled down my fingers. I had seen death, so much death, but it was those who were dying and did not realize it that made me feel sorry for them. Those who died quickly never realized that they were dying, or at least I did not think that. A slow death was the worst way to go, one knew that they were dying and they could not escape it.
“Am I good to go?” the man asked me.
“Sure thing.” I told him and patted his back. He put his helmet back on and crawled away on all fours. Another bomb went off close by and everything went black. It was a quick death.
It was cold and wet, people were freezing to death and then there were others that were actually dying from the war itself. That was how war always went, more people died from the elements than they did from the actual war. I looked over at my comrade who came running over to me, almost compromising our location. I already knew what was wrong.
”Is that blood behind your ear?” I asked him. He placed his hands on his knees and bent over, panting. He shook his head.
“Of course not.” He gasped.
“Don’t tell me that it’s mud. You’re bleeding. Get your ass over here.” I demanded, beckoning him over. He sat with his back to me so I could see where the blood was coming from.
Head wound.
I let out an internal groan. He was a goner, but I was not going to tell him that. He was going to die soon. I was going to bandage his wound, though. I needed to keep his morale up, keep him going up until the last.
Shrapnel was always the hardest to bandage. It was not a clean cut, I did not know the point of entry, and he was going to keep bleeding until it was all gone. The joy of fighting in the trenches.
I had come to realize that most of my friends were going to die in this war, but I went on anyway helping all those that I could. I quickly went on to bandage his head and tried not to vomit as the blood trickled down my fingers. I had seen death, so much death, but it was those who were dying and did not realize it that made me feel sorry for them. Those who died quickly never realized that they were dying, or at least I did not think that. A slow death was the worst way to go, one knew that they were dying and they could not escape it.
“Am I good to go?” the man asked me.
“Sure thing.” I told him and patted his back. He put his helmet back on and crawled away on all fours. Another bomb went off close by and everything went black. It was a quick death.
Friday, October 12, 2012
Take a look, inside a book, reading rainbow!
This might be cliche or I may have just created this cliche, but books are like a rainbow. The genres of fiction span this beautiful spectrum and create a type of rainbow for themselves. Get it? I still somewhat do not but do any cliches truly make sense once you really think about them?
If you have read any of my previous posts I hope you are able to tell that I am a book lover. Well, maybe not a book lover, perhaps a book devourer. I read any book that I can get my hands on but I can get quite picky sometimes. The only genre of books I do not like are non-fiction unless they are historical. Whenever I find a book that I like, I can spend hours reading said book and then you will not see me for a few days afterwards. As I have said before, I read books in a block type fashion. I read twenty pages or so and then I take a break. I swear I have ADD or something, nothing can really keep my attention very long. I am lucky that I am getting this blog post typed out and that I am not flitting around doing other things.
I am a firm believer in books. Books can be your friend or you can make them your worst nightmare. I know people who do not like books and I can never really understand them. A good view point I have heard about this is that they have not found the right book just yet and that once they do they will not be able to stop reading. I sincerely hope that they find that right book soon or else I will never hear the end of it whenever I pick up a book. Books are those things, I will call them characters, that each have their own personality. Whether the book has its own personality or the writer puts their personality into the book, ever work of fiction is different and special in its own way.
I always read quotes about books. Half of my time is spent looking up quotes that relate to my life somehow. I look up quotes on hope, love, BOOKS! I think that my favorite quote is from an author I have never even heard of before let alone read his books.
It goes like this:
“A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, said Jojen. The man who never reads lives only one.”
-- George R.R. Martin, A Dance With Dragons
I was trying to figure out what I had spent my summer doing, I could not remember for the life of me. Then I remembered what I had been doing. My memory consists of me going to Guys and Dolls practice almost every morning this past summer and then I had no memories past that. I was not allowed to use my computer that much and I had made a book list. I spent my afternoons after I got out of practice, reading. I read from noon until about five in the evening. That is why I have no recollection. I was living other people's lives and I was experiencing their lives and not my own. I experienced Aragorn, Eowyn, Sam, Pippin, Frodo, Jane Eyre, Edward Rochester, and so many other characters. I had spent all of my time inside of a book this summer and I do not regret it one bit.
If you put down a book it will always remember you and you will always remember it. You might think of it and you might forget it at times. You will always come back to it though. Sometime late at night the book will call to you and you will be drawn to it and you will come back to it and you will love it again.
If you have read any of my previous posts I hope you are able to tell that I am a book lover. Well, maybe not a book lover, perhaps a book devourer. I read any book that I can get my hands on but I can get quite picky sometimes. The only genre of books I do not like are non-fiction unless they are historical. Whenever I find a book that I like, I can spend hours reading said book and then you will not see me for a few days afterwards. As I have said before, I read books in a block type fashion. I read twenty pages or so and then I take a break. I swear I have ADD or something, nothing can really keep my attention very long. I am lucky that I am getting this blog post typed out and that I am not flitting around doing other things.
I am a firm believer in books. Books can be your friend or you can make them your worst nightmare. I know people who do not like books and I can never really understand them. A good view point I have heard about this is that they have not found the right book just yet and that once they do they will not be able to stop reading. I sincerely hope that they find that right book soon or else I will never hear the end of it whenever I pick up a book. Books are those things, I will call them characters, that each have their own personality. Whether the book has its own personality or the writer puts their personality into the book, ever work of fiction is different and special in its own way.
I always read quotes about books. Half of my time is spent looking up quotes that relate to my life somehow. I look up quotes on hope, love, BOOKS! I think that my favorite quote is from an author I have never even heard of before let alone read his books.
It goes like this:
“A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, said Jojen. The man who never reads lives only one.”
-- George R.R. Martin, A Dance With Dragons
I was trying to figure out what I had spent my summer doing, I could not remember for the life of me. Then I remembered what I had been doing. My memory consists of me going to Guys and Dolls practice almost every morning this past summer and then I had no memories past that. I was not allowed to use my computer that much and I had made a book list. I spent my afternoons after I got out of practice, reading. I read from noon until about five in the evening. That is why I have no recollection. I was living other people's lives and I was experiencing their lives and not my own. I experienced Aragorn, Eowyn, Sam, Pippin, Frodo, Jane Eyre, Edward Rochester, and so many other characters. I had spent all of my time inside of a book this summer and I do not regret it one bit.
If you put down a book it will always remember you and you will always remember it. You might think of it and you might forget it at times. You will always come back to it though. Sometime late at night the book will call to you and you will be drawn to it and you will come back to it and you will love it again.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Oedipus... What are you DOING?! ...Oedipus... STAHP!!!!
I borrowed the title of this blog post from my best friend's skype status. She is in an honors world literature class while I am in a regular world literature class, but we are reading the same thing. Oedipus.
I am certain that most of you have read Oedipus or at least know a little bit of what it is about. I will try not to spoil the ending for you all. That is a treat you must read for yourself. I liked Oedipus in it being a play aspect, but I really did not prefer it otherwise because it was so disgusting and disturbing.
If you do not know the story of Oedipus or the background behind it, I shall tell you now; beginning with the history of Sophocles and plays. The play Oedipus was written by the great playwright Sophocles. He wrote about 23 plays and he would enter them into a contest to be performed at the wine festival of Dionysus. He never won worse than second place. Considering that I never win anything, I am proud of old Soph. Plays were mandatory things, they were obligations. One HAD to attend plays because they were for the moral education of the audience. If I told my grandfather that he would say,"Darn right, those greeks were unmoral!" They were meant to be entertaining too though. They would show them in the afternoon and there would be two to three plays. When the audience went to see these plays they would already know the backstory behind the play and that solved any confusion right there.
Before the play Oedipus begins there is a story that goes behind it. We all know that he married his mother and killed his father right? Well if you did not, that is what happens. Gross. I know. But what happens before that? Well, here we are. Jacosta, the mother of Oedipus(also queen of Thebes), received the prophecy that her son would kill his father and marry his mother. She thought that was terrible, so what does she do? She sends him away with a shepherd to leave him on Mount Cithaeron to die. They also put a metal rod through his ankles so he cannot escape. Really, though, he is a baby. How would he escape? The shepherd takes the baby Oedipus with the stake through his ankle to Mount Cithaeron and he is prepared to leave him there to die but a messenger from Corinth takes the baby instead, because King Polybus and Queen Merope of Corinth cannot have children and he plans to give them the child instead of the shepherd having to leave baby Oedipus to die. So, the messenger takes the baby to the king and queen. They pull the metal stake out of his ankles and he walks with a limp for the rest of his life.
Later in life, Oedipus is told the same prophecy that was given to his birth mother. That he will kill his father and marry his mother. He is afraid, so he leaves Corinth. He does not want to kill his father OR marry his mother. He is actually rather afraid of her. He gives up the claim to the throne and he leaves for Thebes. Along the way, he meets an important man(his birth father) and he kills him. First part of the prophecy- check! Then when he enters Thebes there is a great plague occurring and many people are dying because they cannot solve the riddle of the Sphinx. Not the sphinx in Egypt, the sphinx who tells riddles and if you cannot get them right curses you, or eats you, maybe both.
This is the riddle:
What goes on four legs in the morning,
on two legs at noon,
and on three legs in the evening?
I will let you all figure this out for yourselves and I am hoping you will be able to, since even I have heard of this one before.
He solves this riddle and the citizens of Thebes whisk him away to make him their king and they let him marry the queen. Second part of the prophecy- check! Check, check, and check
After this there is a lot more to the story but it would give away the ending of it so I will not tell you. You will just have to read Oedipus on your own and marvel in the disgusting glory of it all. Seriously though, if you do not read it, I will not blame you. It is one weird play.
I am certain that most of you have read Oedipus or at least know a little bit of what it is about. I will try not to spoil the ending for you all. That is a treat you must read for yourself. I liked Oedipus in it being a play aspect, but I really did not prefer it otherwise because it was so disgusting and disturbing.
If you do not know the story of Oedipus or the background behind it, I shall tell you now; beginning with the history of Sophocles and plays. The play Oedipus was written by the great playwright Sophocles. He wrote about 23 plays and he would enter them into a contest to be performed at the wine festival of Dionysus. He never won worse than second place. Considering that I never win anything, I am proud of old Soph. Plays were mandatory things, they were obligations. One HAD to attend plays because they were for the moral education of the audience. If I told my grandfather that he would say,"Darn right, those greeks were unmoral!" They were meant to be entertaining too though. They would show them in the afternoon and there would be two to three plays. When the audience went to see these plays they would already know the backstory behind the play and that solved any confusion right there.
Before the play Oedipus begins there is a story that goes behind it. We all know that he married his mother and killed his father right? Well if you did not, that is what happens. Gross. I know. But what happens before that? Well, here we are. Jacosta, the mother of Oedipus(also queen of Thebes), received the prophecy that her son would kill his father and marry his mother. She thought that was terrible, so what does she do? She sends him away with a shepherd to leave him on Mount Cithaeron to die. They also put a metal rod through his ankles so he cannot escape. Really, though, he is a baby. How would he escape? The shepherd takes the baby Oedipus with the stake through his ankle to Mount Cithaeron and he is prepared to leave him there to die but a messenger from Corinth takes the baby instead, because King Polybus and Queen Merope of Corinth cannot have children and he plans to give them the child instead of the shepherd having to leave baby Oedipus to die. So, the messenger takes the baby to the king and queen. They pull the metal stake out of his ankles and he walks with a limp for the rest of his life.
Later in life, Oedipus is told the same prophecy that was given to his birth mother. That he will kill his father and marry his mother. He is afraid, so he leaves Corinth. He does not want to kill his father OR marry his mother. He is actually rather afraid of her. He gives up the claim to the throne and he leaves for Thebes. Along the way, he meets an important man(his birth father) and he kills him. First part of the prophecy- check! Then when he enters Thebes there is a great plague occurring and many people are dying because they cannot solve the riddle of the Sphinx. Not the sphinx in Egypt, the sphinx who tells riddles and if you cannot get them right curses you, or eats you, maybe both.
This is the riddle:
What goes on four legs in the morning,
on two legs at noon,
and on three legs in the evening?
I will let you all figure this out for yourselves and I am hoping you will be able to, since even I have heard of this one before.
He solves this riddle and the citizens of Thebes whisk him away to make him their king and they let him marry the queen. Second part of the prophecy- check! Check, check, and check
After this there is a lot more to the story but it would give away the ending of it so I will not tell you. You will just have to read Oedipus on your own and marvel in the disgusting glory of it all. Seriously though, if you do not read it, I will not blame you. It is one weird play.
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Um... what? Just for funsies
If this did not say The Two Towers on it, what kind of book do you think this would be? I have heard Gay Romance novel from many, many people now.
Need something to ease tension? Whip this book out, it makes everyone laugh.
Saturday, September 15, 2012
Edgar Allan Poe
I realized that I am running out of morning to give you all a post here. I promised I would type one out for you all and that is just what I shall do!
I have been a reader of Edgar Allan Poe's works for about five years now(maybe less?) and I absolutely love them. Although I have read most of his well known works and strayed away from the lesser known ones, I would still like to believe that I love him as equally as other Poe lovers do. My friends can attest to this as I have read The Tell Tale Heart to them when I am bored and want an audience.
The first time I had a taste of Poe's works was when I was in seventh grade, I was twelve. A neighboring high school was putting on a halloween production of well known short stories that were acted out. The first one that was shown was The Tell Tale Heart and to be honest, it scared the living daylights out of me because they pretended to dismember someone. After that play we went back to school and my english teacher made us read The Tell Tale Heart itself and I liked it much better.
Wednesday evening I had the opportunity to go to the Chillicothe Library and watch a one man play called The Shadow of the Raven, put on by professional actor Duffy Hudson. He was a really cool guy to say in the least (I even got his autograph!).
( Nevermore! Duffy Hudson)
This play was portrayed as the last few days of Edgar Allan Poe's life. Duffy acted it out brilliantly. He came in, disheveled and acting as if he was mentally unstable, which is what Poe may have been like in the last few days of his life.
The play completely en-captured me into the life of Poe and I learned some things that I had not known before I had seen this play. Poe was most likely an alcoholic but he never took any kind of drugs except for once after the death of his wife Virginia, who died of consumption. He also may have died from a large brain tumor. We know this now because when his corpse was exhumed twenty-five years after his death, the man doing the exhuming thought he found a rock or a clump of mud in Poe's skull. He shook it around trying to dislodge it and it was too big to come out. They suspect that it indeed was a tumor. The man who put this play on, Duffy Hudson(look him up on google, he is awesome!), was very learned in Poe knowledge and he was a fountain of it. His renditions of The Raven, The Tell Tale Heart, and Annabel Lee(which happens to be one of my favorite poems by Poe) were exactly how I imagined Edgar Allan Poe to have recited them in front of his audiences when he first published The Raven.
Duffy told us that Edgar was most likely bipolar because of his high-highs and low-lows. Because of this and how he grew up he was able to write how he did in which my mom said,"I should start treating you like crap." in which I responded to her,"Things like that don't happen twice mother." He also told us that Poe was a fiery person with an incredible personality. If I had known Edgar Allan Poe, I think I would have been great friends with him. People with fiery personalities tend to be good friends, you can ask any theater person.
That is all I have to say about Edgar Allan Poe until around Halloween but I will post about other things before then.
I have been a reader of Edgar Allan Poe's works for about five years now(maybe less?) and I absolutely love them. Although I have read most of his well known works and strayed away from the lesser known ones, I would still like to believe that I love him as equally as other Poe lovers do. My friends can attest to this as I have read The Tell Tale Heart to them when I am bored and want an audience.
The first time I had a taste of Poe's works was when I was in seventh grade, I was twelve. A neighboring high school was putting on a halloween production of well known short stories that were acted out. The first one that was shown was The Tell Tale Heart and to be honest, it scared the living daylights out of me because they pretended to dismember someone. After that play we went back to school and my english teacher made us read The Tell Tale Heart itself and I liked it much better.
Wednesday evening I had the opportunity to go to the Chillicothe Library and watch a one man play called The Shadow of the Raven, put on by professional actor Duffy Hudson. He was a really cool guy to say in the least (I even got his autograph!).
This play was portrayed as the last few days of Edgar Allan Poe's life. Duffy acted it out brilliantly. He came in, disheveled and acting as if he was mentally unstable, which is what Poe may have been like in the last few days of his life.
The play completely en-captured me into the life of Poe and I learned some things that I had not known before I had seen this play. Poe was most likely an alcoholic but he never took any kind of drugs except for once after the death of his wife Virginia, who died of consumption. He also may have died from a large brain tumor. We know this now because when his corpse was exhumed twenty-five years after his death, the man doing the exhuming thought he found a rock or a clump of mud in Poe's skull. He shook it around trying to dislodge it and it was too big to come out. They suspect that it indeed was a tumor. The man who put this play on, Duffy Hudson(look him up on google, he is awesome!), was very learned in Poe knowledge and he was a fountain of it. His renditions of The Raven, The Tell Tale Heart, and Annabel Lee(which happens to be one of my favorite poems by Poe) were exactly how I imagined Edgar Allan Poe to have recited them in front of his audiences when he first published The Raven.
Duffy told us that Edgar was most likely bipolar because of his high-highs and low-lows. Because of this and how he grew up he was able to write how he did in which my mom said,"I should start treating you like crap." in which I responded to her,"Things like that don't happen twice mother." He also told us that Poe was a fiery person with an incredible personality. If I had known Edgar Allan Poe, I think I would have been great friends with him. People with fiery personalities tend to be good friends, you can ask any theater person.
That is all I have to say about Edgar Allan Poe until around Halloween but I will post about other things before then.
Friday, September 14, 2012
You Guys Are Probably Getting Tired of Me Talking About This
I have a lot of pent up feelings about Lord of the Rings; and most of them are complaints. I finally finished up The Fellowship last night at around nine o'clock pm. I was so happy and I could not get over the fact that I had finished the book a second time and that I had finished it in less time than I had taken the first go around!
Today I was sitting in my Lord of the Rings class and the teacher said that he did not have any reading assigned for the weekend and Tom Anderson and myself nothing short of rejoiced about this. I asked,"There are books besides Lord of the Rings? I can read something... else?" I am so excited.
My plan for this weekend and this coming week is to finish up The Thief Lord by Cornelia Funke and start on the second installment in the Inheritance series. That is my plan and I am going to stick to it. I am so happy that I do not have to read Lord of the Rings for eight days. That might seem like a really short time, but to me it is not. I have spent three weeks reading Lord of the Rings, so I deserve a break to read some easy going literature.
Guys, guys, guys, be ready for an awesome Edgar Allan Poe post tomorrow morning.
Today I was sitting in my Lord of the Rings class and the teacher said that he did not have any reading assigned for the weekend and Tom Anderson and myself nothing short of rejoiced about this. I asked,"There are books besides Lord of the Rings? I can read something... else?" I am so excited.
My plan for this weekend and this coming week is to finish up The Thief Lord by Cornelia Funke and start on the second installment in the Inheritance series. That is my plan and I am going to stick to it. I am so happy that I do not have to read Lord of the Rings for eight days. That might seem like a really short time, but to me it is not. I have spent three weeks reading Lord of the Rings, so I deserve a break to read some easy going literature.
Guys, guys, guys, be ready for an awesome Edgar Allan Poe post tomorrow morning.
Thursday, September 13, 2012
I Don't Know
I feel that it is my obligation to write out well thought out and well-formed blog entries for you all, since I know that there is someone reading this. I just really do not know what to write about today. I have a really good blog post coming for you guys on Saturday but I do not want to give you guys just filler crud! What kind of books would you all like to hear about? I think that the only authors I can write well about are Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Edgar Allan Poe, Tolkien, and smaller authors that most people have not heard about.
My wish for this blog is that it could be a full time occupation, maybe something that I can be paid for in the future. I really love writing to you all and I wish that more of you actually read what I wrote. That would mean the world to me, that my voice could be heard. Even if it is not heard here, I will try other places too. So, all in all, if you read my blog be prepared for an awesome blog post about Edgar Allan Poe on Saturday morning.
My wish for this blog is that it could be a full time occupation, maybe something that I can be paid for in the future. I really love writing to you all and I wish that more of you actually read what I wrote. That would mean the world to me, that my voice could be heard. Even if it is not heard here, I will try other places too. So, all in all, if you read my blog be prepared for an awesome blog post about Edgar Allan Poe on Saturday morning.
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Lord of the Rings Part 2 and some other things...
Today I will tell you all the story that I saved for another day; which will be today.
When I was young, and ignorant to say in the least, the second LotR movie and the third LotR movies came out. At each of these events my dad would re-read each book, that is just how it was.
Me, being well... me, thought that the books came out right before the movies did and that the author was still alive, haha funny right? Well I was wrong. The books came out way before the movies ever did and my dad was just re-reading them for the sake of doing just that. So, little 9 year old me thought that the books were newly published and that Tolkien was still alive. Well, all I can say is that I was wrong. I do wish that Tolkien were still alive and well though. There is so much that we could all learn from him, even if it is just spending a few minutes in his presence or perhaps a whole day.
These books seem to have taken over my life. I read Lord of the Rings every evening after I come home from school and then I am much too tired to read anything else. It is just so much detail and prose to take in all at one time. There are so many other books that I want to read at the same time and I just do not have the availability to do so! On the bus ride up to Northern Illinois University I did get some of Sherlock Holmes read. I started reading A Study in Scarlet, which is actually pretty good. I watched the BBC show Sherlock before I started to read the published story and I must say that the BBC did a fantastic job of creating the Sherlock Holmes that lived in my head for the past three years.
Tonight I will be taking a break from LotR for about two hours and I will be seeing The Shadow of the Raven at the Chillicothe library. It is a one man play put on by a man who portrays Edgar Allan Poe. I am so excited about this and I will probably post about Edgar Allan Poe later on this week. I have nothing bad to say about Edgar Allan Poe, well um, maybe one or two bad things, but the good things outweigh the bad.
I leave you today with this blog post and I hope you have as fantastic of a day as I do.
When I was young, and ignorant to say in the least, the second LotR movie and the third LotR movies came out. At each of these events my dad would re-read each book, that is just how it was.
Me, being well... me, thought that the books came out right before the movies did and that the author was still alive, haha funny right? Well I was wrong. The books came out way before the movies ever did and my dad was just re-reading them for the sake of doing just that. So, little 9 year old me thought that the books were newly published and that Tolkien was still alive. Well, all I can say is that I was wrong. I do wish that Tolkien were still alive and well though. There is so much that we could all learn from him, even if it is just spending a few minutes in his presence or perhaps a whole day.
These books seem to have taken over my life. I read Lord of the Rings every evening after I come home from school and then I am much too tired to read anything else. It is just so much detail and prose to take in all at one time. There are so many other books that I want to read at the same time and I just do not have the availability to do so! On the bus ride up to Northern Illinois University I did get some of Sherlock Holmes read. I started reading A Study in Scarlet, which is actually pretty good. I watched the BBC show Sherlock before I started to read the published story and I must say that the BBC did a fantastic job of creating the Sherlock Holmes that lived in my head for the past three years.
Tonight I will be taking a break from LotR for about two hours and I will be seeing The Shadow of the Raven at the Chillicothe library. It is a one man play put on by a man who portrays Edgar Allan Poe. I am so excited about this and I will probably post about Edgar Allan Poe later on this week. I have nothing bad to say about Edgar Allan Poe, well um, maybe one or two bad things, but the good things outweigh the bad.
I leave you today with this blog post and I hope you have as fantastic of a day as I do.
Thursday, September 6, 2012
Lord of the Rings
If any of you know me particularly well, you will have taken note that I love Lord of the Rings. Not just one of the books, all three; also loving The Hobbit. These are novels that I would quickly recommend to anyone that had any sort of attention span and loved authors that include details... about EVERYTHING. That is one of the things I love about Tolkien. He gives you detail about every little piece of information in the story and those places where he does not include the extra prose? He puts it in the appendices which you can find at the end of the third installment of the trilogy, or at the back of your trusty Lord of the Rings Collection. I for one, have three individual books and do not tote them around with me so when I need to look at the appendices(which I have never really done) and I only have The Fellowship of the Ring on hand and my appendices are at the back of my The Return of the King, I am out of luck.
I am very lucky to be taking a Lord of the Rings class this trimester at school and when I say I am lucky, I am incredibly lucky to be taking part in this. I have already read through all of the books once(and am reading them again even though I do not like to re-read books) and am actually pretty excited to be reading them again. They get better with every reading it seems like and I seem to understand the mind of Tolkien a little better and what he really meant to put into his works. I never would have thought back in eighth grade when I read The Hobbit that The Lord of the Rings would be such a huge part of my life though and that it would have such a huge impact on me as a person. I remember in eighth grade when Mrs. Donahue handed us little paperback(or maybe they were hardback) covers of the book and I was not excited to read these books at all. I thought it would be this horrible work of fiction, because the author was so... old. Turns out though, he was not old, he was dead. Whoopsies! I grew to love the book though over the course of a month that we read it in and when everyone else stopped reading it at the end, I kept on reading and guess who got the best grade in that class? Oh yeah, that was me. At that point in my life, I just thought that it was a good piece of fiction. I was definitely not planning on reading the LotR trilogy.
I started reading the trilogy at the beginning of my freshman year of high school, I am now a senior, and I thought that it was possibly the best book I had ever read. I had not reached the second book of the trilogy yet though(there are technically six books, I had just started the second) and I was not expecting what was about to happen. I made it two chapters into the second part of the Fellowship and I just stopped. Dead in my tracks. Just stopped. I had reached the chapter that was titled The Council of Elrond. This may perhaps be the longest chapter in any of the books and it is about 40 pages of the elves, men, dwarves, and hobbits deciding what they are going to do with this ring. I lost my interest there. Plus, I stopped for the fact that I had lost all of the reading time I had because the dreaded assigned reading had started up. Later during my freshman year I decided to come back to the book, after never thinking I would. The book just called to me. It urged me to go find it in the library again, pick it up once more. So, little fourteen year old me picked that book back up again and I poured over and analyzed ever single page of The Fellowship of the Ring. I had to relinquish the school's copy but my father gave me his copy(it's almost antique) and I finished the book on the last day of school.
After not wanting to read it for so many years because my dad liked it, I am happy that I finally picked up the book and said yes to it. I have another funny story about this, but it will have to wait for another day. :)
I am very lucky to be taking a Lord of the Rings class this trimester at school and when I say I am lucky, I am incredibly lucky to be taking part in this. I have already read through all of the books once(and am reading them again even though I do not like to re-read books) and am actually pretty excited to be reading them again. They get better with every reading it seems like and I seem to understand the mind of Tolkien a little better and what he really meant to put into his works. I never would have thought back in eighth grade when I read The Hobbit that The Lord of the Rings would be such a huge part of my life though and that it would have such a huge impact on me as a person. I remember in eighth grade when Mrs. Donahue handed us little paperback(or maybe they were hardback) covers of the book and I was not excited to read these books at all. I thought it would be this horrible work of fiction, because the author was so... old. Turns out though, he was not old, he was dead. Whoopsies! I grew to love the book though over the course of a month that we read it in and when everyone else stopped reading it at the end, I kept on reading and guess who got the best grade in that class? Oh yeah, that was me. At that point in my life, I just thought that it was a good piece of fiction. I was definitely not planning on reading the LotR trilogy.
I started reading the trilogy at the beginning of my freshman year of high school, I am now a senior, and I thought that it was possibly the best book I had ever read. I had not reached the second book of the trilogy yet though(there are technically six books, I had just started the second) and I was not expecting what was about to happen. I made it two chapters into the second part of the Fellowship and I just stopped. Dead in my tracks. Just stopped. I had reached the chapter that was titled The Council of Elrond. This may perhaps be the longest chapter in any of the books and it is about 40 pages of the elves, men, dwarves, and hobbits deciding what they are going to do with this ring. I lost my interest there. Plus, I stopped for the fact that I had lost all of the reading time I had because the dreaded assigned reading had started up. Later during my freshman year I decided to come back to the book, after never thinking I would. The book just called to me. It urged me to go find it in the library again, pick it up once more. So, little fourteen year old me picked that book back up again and I poured over and analyzed ever single page of The Fellowship of the Ring. I had to relinquish the school's copy but my father gave me his copy(it's almost antique) and I finished the book on the last day of school.
After not wanting to read it for so many years because my dad liked it, I am happy that I finally picked up the book and said yes to it. I have another funny story about this, but it will have to wait for another day. :)
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Sherlock Holmes
If you saw what the title of this post was, you know what is on my mind right now. I have been a fan of Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle for a very long time now, well relatively it is a long time. I have been a huge fanatic for about three years now and I finally invested in two complete volumes of Sherlock Holmes stories for my birthday. I had already read some of the stories before I bought these books, the reason for me being a fan, and I finally got a chance to read one of his novels. I probably should have started out with A Study in Scarlet, but I did not. I wanted to read The Hound of Baskervilles, so I did. It was very creepy and just to my liking. There was just enough of a fear factor to keep me reading. I would have read it anyway though, so that was fine.
On rainy days like today I would prefer curling up with a Sherlock Holmes book rather than going to school. I keep telling myself,"Just a few more hours, get your Lord of the Rings reading done, and then you can read Sherlock Holmes tonight after you get your LotR questions done." I need some not-so-complex British literature this evening. That would make my day just perfect.
Dear reader, I hope your day is better than mine.
On rainy days like today I would prefer curling up with a Sherlock Holmes book rather than going to school. I keep telling myself,"Just a few more hours, get your Lord of the Rings reading done, and then you can read Sherlock Holmes tonight after you get your LotR questions done." I need some not-so-complex British literature this evening. That would make my day just perfect.
Dear reader, I hope your day is better than mine.
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Name Change
Hello everyone, I know it has been a bit since I last got on here but I am about to change the amount of times I come here. I will try to start posting on here more frequently to tell you all about my writing and reading adventures, because who doesn't want to know about my life?
If you dear reader have not noticed, I have changed the name of my blog from Crazy Musician Also Writes Literature to Crazy Musician Does Literature. I do not want to be known as someone who only writes and I do not want to be known as someone who does not read good literature. Not only do I want to tell you all about my writing feats, but I also want to tell you all about the books I read and give good(or bad) reviews on them.
Since I last spoke to you all, I read the book Looking for Alaska and bits and pieces of the Princess Diaries series. I also became a believer in graphic novels and comic books. I too turned SEVENTEEN! I do not know what I was expecting once I became seventeen, but I definitely notice a change.
I will begin my review on Looking Alaska and then get back to the train of thought that I was on a few minutes ago.
Looking for Alaska is a wonderful novel by the author John Green and it features the characters: Miles Halter, Alaska Young, and Chip Martin as the primary characters. The story starts out as a slow one but it introduces the reader to Miles Halter's life. He is a loner, no real friends. At the beginning of the story Miles' parents throw him a going away party before he goes to Culver Creek Preparatory School. He says," I go to seek the Great Perhaps." as quoted by Francois Rabelais, a great french thinker. One he arrives at Culver Creek, the school his father went to(I forgot to mention that), he makes a friend out of Chip Martin; also known as the colonel. He is a short guy with an even shorter temper(not to be too cliche). The Colonel is one of my favorite characters. Out of the three primary characters, I prefer the Colonel out of all three. Miles, receives the nickname Pudge, and then he meets Alaska Young; the character that this story is centered on.
Alaska, in my opinion, is a very flighty girl who is incredibly promiscuous. When we first meet her in the book she talks about one of her exploits with a boy. Miles becomes friends with Alaska very quickly and they become incredibly close.
This book was not one of my favorite books, mostly because the amount of amatory references that it included(if you want to know what that means, look it up), but do not get me wrong. John Green is a magnificent author and I wish that I had half of the writing skills that he has. It was just not my cup of tea, albeit it was enjoyable at some points.
The other genre that I delved into at the end of the summer was graphic novels and comic books. Graphic novels are like comic books of epic proportions. Comic books are about 20 pages, whereas graphic novels are 40-50 pages in length and can be included in a series.
The day before my birthday I went to my friend's house and we read comic books all afternoon. I read four comics that were about this mutant girl named Firestar who can manipulate micro waves and fly. She is pretty cool. My other friend got me a New Avengers graphic novel for my birthday and I was in love. With the graphic novel that is. They are a little violent, but it like a good action movie. I am loving the New Avengers. I hope to get more graphic novels. Oh! I almost forgot the Amazing Spidergirl series that I read before my birthday as well. I think that the Amazing Spider is a very good read, so if you can get your hands on them, do so!
Today I found two sites, I almost forgot to mention these too. My brain is somewhere besides this blog. One page was called The Book Seer. It is where you type in the name of a book that you just read and the author, only if you have liked that book and author of course, and it gives you more ideas of what to read that are similar to that book that you have just read. I also found a page that had 100 adjectives. It might not be of use to you all but I like it a lot and I plan to write them down in my composition book in preparation for NaNoWriMo(which I will explain later if you do not know what it is). I will see you all very, very soon!
If you dear reader have not noticed, I have changed the name of my blog from Crazy Musician Also Writes Literature to Crazy Musician Does Literature. I do not want to be known as someone who only writes and I do not want to be known as someone who does not read good literature. Not only do I want to tell you all about my writing feats, but I also want to tell you all about the books I read and give good(or bad) reviews on them.
Since I last spoke to you all, I read the book Looking for Alaska and bits and pieces of the Princess Diaries series. I also became a believer in graphic novels and comic books. I too turned SEVENTEEN! I do not know what I was expecting once I became seventeen, but I definitely notice a change.
I will begin my review on Looking Alaska and then get back to the train of thought that I was on a few minutes ago.
Looking for Alaska is a wonderful novel by the author John Green and it features the characters: Miles Halter, Alaska Young, and Chip Martin as the primary characters. The story starts out as a slow one but it introduces the reader to Miles Halter's life. He is a loner, no real friends. At the beginning of the story Miles' parents throw him a going away party before he goes to Culver Creek Preparatory School. He says," I go to seek the Great Perhaps." as quoted by Francois Rabelais, a great french thinker. One he arrives at Culver Creek, the school his father went to(I forgot to mention that), he makes a friend out of Chip Martin; also known as the colonel. He is a short guy with an even shorter temper(not to be too cliche). The Colonel is one of my favorite characters. Out of the three primary characters, I prefer the Colonel out of all three. Miles, receives the nickname Pudge, and then he meets Alaska Young; the character that this story is centered on.
Alaska, in my opinion, is a very flighty girl who is incredibly promiscuous. When we first meet her in the book she talks about one of her exploits with a boy. Miles becomes friends with Alaska very quickly and they become incredibly close.
This book was not one of my favorite books, mostly because the amount of amatory references that it included(if you want to know what that means, look it up), but do not get me wrong. John Green is a magnificent author and I wish that I had half of the writing skills that he has. It was just not my cup of tea, albeit it was enjoyable at some points.
The other genre that I delved into at the end of the summer was graphic novels and comic books. Graphic novels are like comic books of epic proportions. Comic books are about 20 pages, whereas graphic novels are 40-50 pages in length and can be included in a series.
The day before my birthday I went to my friend's house and we read comic books all afternoon. I read four comics that were about this mutant girl named Firestar who can manipulate micro waves and fly. She is pretty cool. My other friend got me a New Avengers graphic novel for my birthday and I was in love. With the graphic novel that is. They are a little violent, but it like a good action movie. I am loving the New Avengers. I hope to get more graphic novels. Oh! I almost forgot the Amazing Spidergirl series that I read before my birthday as well. I think that the Amazing Spider is a very good read, so if you can get your hands on them, do so!
Today I found two sites, I almost forgot to mention these too. My brain is somewhere besides this blog. One page was called The Book Seer. It is where you type in the name of a book that you just read and the author, only if you have liked that book and author of course, and it gives you more ideas of what to read that are similar to that book that you have just read. I also found a page that had 100 adjectives. It might not be of use to you all but I like it a lot and I plan to write them down in my composition book in preparation for NaNoWriMo(which I will explain later if you do not know what it is). I will see you all very, very soon!
Monday, July 30, 2012
Long time no see!
I feel like a horrible blogger. I have not even looked at this blog since back in May almost! That is mostly due to the fact that I was finishing up junior year at high school and I started a reading list. I finished up the year by reading The last two books in The Hunger Games trilogy and then I made a huge reading list from there. Which I have yet to finish up, have strayed from, and other horrible tragedies.
I was doing very well with my reading list, reading like the dutiful little schoolgirl that I am and keeping mostly in line. I read The Two Towers, starting that before the school year even ended, and then after that I read The Return of the King. These are both by J.R.R. Tolkien. After that I read Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte, A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court by Mark Twain, The Last Song by Nicholas Sparks, and I started David Copperfield by Charles Dickens. That is where my trouble began...
I started reading it, taking my time, getting to know the writing style. I was really enjoying it and then I just stopped. I worked on it for five weeks and then I just stopped. Maybe, it was because I did not have time to keep reading it, maybe it was due to the fact that I was in a musical and it took time away from my reading. That was when I called it quits with David Copperfield. I will pick it back up again eventually when I have the courage to digest every little single bit of prose that Charles Dickens so elegantly crafted, but for now; no.
So, last Sunday evening, about a week ago now, I picked up the book Julie & Julia: My Year of Cooking Dangerously by Julie Powell. I had officially called it quits with David, sweet though he may be. This book has come into my possession about a year and a half ago, given to me by my best friend whose name is Lindsay. I have been keeping it from her most of that time... even though she has very clearly asked for me to give it back. But, I am glad that I kept it because it is one of the best books I have ever read, granted is non-fiction. Sorry, Lindsay, but I really did enjoy this book, and you will get it back soon.
This past week I have been reading this wonderful work of art and I have been so engrossed in it. Truth be told, I am really not an avid reader. I am not the kind of person who can finish a book in two hours, but for this book I could have been; but I was not because I actually had things to do this week. I am also not one of those people who can just spend an entire day reading, but that is a story for another post entirely.
Back to what I was saying now! I was so engrossed in the book and throughout the week I felt like I had spent the year with this Julie Powell, cooking dangerously with her. Any writer who can pull me in so far as to believe that I am in the room with them is a great writer. I cannot even begin to describe all the times I was present with Julie in her triumphs and her horrible defeats.
After reading this book, I want to do what she did, but I also really do not want to make aspics.
I was doing very well with my reading list, reading like the dutiful little schoolgirl that I am and keeping mostly in line. I read The Two Towers, starting that before the school year even ended, and then after that I read The Return of the King. These are both by J.R.R. Tolkien. After that I read Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte, A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court by Mark Twain, The Last Song by Nicholas Sparks, and I started David Copperfield by Charles Dickens. That is where my trouble began...
I started reading it, taking my time, getting to know the writing style. I was really enjoying it and then I just stopped. I worked on it for five weeks and then I just stopped. Maybe, it was because I did not have time to keep reading it, maybe it was due to the fact that I was in a musical and it took time away from my reading. That was when I called it quits with David Copperfield. I will pick it back up again eventually when I have the courage to digest every little single bit of prose that Charles Dickens so elegantly crafted, but for now; no.
So, last Sunday evening, about a week ago now, I picked up the book Julie & Julia: My Year of Cooking Dangerously by Julie Powell. I had officially called it quits with David, sweet though he may be. This book has come into my possession about a year and a half ago, given to me by my best friend whose name is Lindsay. I have been keeping it from her most of that time... even though she has very clearly asked for me to give it back. But, I am glad that I kept it because it is one of the best books I have ever read, granted is non-fiction. Sorry, Lindsay, but I really did enjoy this book, and you will get it back soon.
This past week I have been reading this wonderful work of art and I have been so engrossed in it. Truth be told, I am really not an avid reader. I am not the kind of person who can finish a book in two hours, but for this book I could have been; but I was not because I actually had things to do this week. I am also not one of those people who can just spend an entire day reading, but that is a story for another post entirely.
Back to what I was saying now! I was so engrossed in the book and throughout the week I felt like I had spent the year with this Julie Powell, cooking dangerously with her. Any writer who can pull me in so far as to believe that I am in the room with them is a great writer. I cannot even begin to describe all the times I was present with Julie in her triumphs and her horrible defeats.
After reading this book, I want to do what she did, but I also really do not want to make aspics.
Friday, May 4, 2012
Happy Star Wars Day!
May the Fourth be with you! Ah... get it? I suppose not. I bet I am the only one who is going to even get that joke. You know, force but with a lisp? No offense to anyone who actually has a lisp, I know they aren't fun. I have a reoccurring lisp that creeps into my speech ever so often which I guess isn't too much to complain about, but still... not fun!
So I decided that I am either going to submit that poem I shared with you all in the previous post or I will share a short story that I am writing at the moment which is being written in high hopes of being submitted!
This short story I am writing is about a girl who is visited by a missionary trying to convert her to his own religion. Storm sirens start to go off right as she tries to shoo him off and she knows that it is wrong to send her into the storm so they have to hide out in her basement together. It's going to be a long storm...
So here's a little excerpt from the story:
"Can I help you?" I asked inquisitively. The man shuffled around with his pockets and pulled a small black book out and he opened it.
"Um..." he started. I could tell he was new at this.
"Yes?" I urged him on. The sooner I got him to start talking the sooner I could get him to leave.
"Have you heard the good news of Jesus Christ?" He stammered out. I let out a long, drawn out, internal groan. I could be fixing my dinner right now, but no, I was here talking to this "fine" specimen.
"Yes, I have. I am proudly Catholic." I told him.
"Just give me a moment ma'am. I have so much to tell you about Jesus Christ." the young man told me. I was really thinking of shutting the door in his face, but that would be rude of me.
That was when I heard the storm sirens go off.
There is just a little sneak peak to my new story, I hope you guys enjoy it! I will perhaps share all of it if I win the literary contest! I will definitely keep you all posted though.
I bid you all adieu for I shall see you all again with my next blog post!
So I decided that I am either going to submit that poem I shared with you all in the previous post or I will share a short story that I am writing at the moment which is being written in high hopes of being submitted!
This short story I am writing is about a girl who is visited by a missionary trying to convert her to his own religion. Storm sirens start to go off right as she tries to shoo him off and she knows that it is wrong to send her into the storm so they have to hide out in her basement together. It's going to be a long storm...
So here's a little excerpt from the story:
"Can I help you?" I asked inquisitively. The man shuffled around with his pockets and pulled a small black book out and he opened it.
"Um..." he started. I could tell he was new at this.
"Yes?" I urged him on. The sooner I got him to start talking the sooner I could get him to leave.
"Have you heard the good news of Jesus Christ?" He stammered out. I let out a long, drawn out, internal groan. I could be fixing my dinner right now, but no, I was here talking to this "fine" specimen.
"Yes, I have. I am proudly Catholic." I told him.
"Just give me a moment ma'am. I have so much to tell you about Jesus Christ." the young man told me. I was really thinking of shutting the door in his face, but that would be rude of me.
That was when I heard the storm sirens go off.
There is just a little sneak peak to my new story, I hope you guys enjoy it! I will perhaps share all of it if I win the literary contest! I will definitely keep you all posted though.
I bid you all adieu for I shall see you all again with my next blog post!
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Depression... a poem of mine(I apologize this is a sad one)
The cold water runs over me, as I sit in my shower.
The clock runs faster, past every hour.
My body is numb…
but so is my mind.
How did I become so blind?
I am deafened by the reality of the world,
Which I thrust myself into like a black hole.
It is not what I imagined, and I cannot go back.
Life is beating me down to my last breath
It seems like a weakness, asking for a hand, or perhaps
death.
And it makes me falter in my steps.
Can’t you see though?
That I’m asking for
help?
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
I Almost Had a Heart Attack
I got on here this morning to tell you all about this literary contest that I am going to enter in. Then I see that my layout has changed and that the text script has changed as well. I see it and I first think,"Something is definitely wrong." and I go to the editing link for the blog. Considering that I am not technically savvy, I did not know how to change the text script and I sat there for about three minutes going through every tab and link there was and I still couldn't figure this out! I was about ready to cry, but I don't think that it would be the most mature thing to cry while I am in my history class, is it? It's not the most mature thing to type out a blog post during one's history class either, but it does not matter at the moment. After I refreshed the flipping page though, is when the text went back to its normal font. I am not mad about this at all.
Speaking of history though, I thought of something this morning:
Awkward(definition): When you live in America and Japan buys your old steel to make weapons out of and they kill half of your troops in the pacific during WWII.
That is incredibly awkward now isn't it?
Now, onto this literary contest. My school always advertises the Gale Literary Contest in May. Since I am getting more involved in literature and things of that nature, I thought, "Why not submit a poem of my own? I can write one this week!" So that is what I am doing. I am writing a poem now and it is actually turning out quite well. The theme of my poem is about growing up, becoming an adult and moving out on your own. I have a little written so far, but I won't share it yet until I perfect it completely. I hope that when I do enter I win some sort of prize in the end. I am also going to enter a music contest too, but this is my literature blog and my music blog hasn't been written on in... forever. Enough about that though.
I have to go for now, but I hope everyone reads this blog post and the last post I wrote!
I bid you all adieu for I shall see you all again with my next blog post <3
Speaking of history though, I thought of something this morning:
Awkward(definition): When you live in America and Japan buys your old steel to make weapons out of and they kill half of your troops in the pacific during WWII.
That is incredibly awkward now isn't it?
Now, onto this literary contest. My school always advertises the Gale Literary Contest in May. Since I am getting more involved in literature and things of that nature, I thought, "Why not submit a poem of my own? I can write one this week!" So that is what I am doing. I am writing a poem now and it is actually turning out quite well. The theme of my poem is about growing up, becoming an adult and moving out on your own. I have a little written so far, but I won't share it yet until I perfect it completely. I hope that when I do enter I win some sort of prize in the end. I am also going to enter a music contest too, but this is my literature blog and my music blog hasn't been written on in... forever. Enough about that though.
I have to go for now, but I hope everyone reads this blog post and the last post I wrote!
I bid you all adieu for I shall see you all again with my next blog post <3
Monday, April 23, 2012
I promise I'm not high
I promise that I am not on drugs, even though it really seems like it is. I came up with a great idea for a story last night and it definitely sounds like I am crazy.
So, I'm there getting ready to take a shower and I think as I get in,"Oh my goodness, what if there is a spider in here? I'll probably scream and have to get out. What if though, the spider could talk before I wash it down the drain?" That was the start of this crazy idea.
During my shower I mulled ideas around in my head for a story. The best idea that came out of that is about a friendship between a girl and a spider that can talk. It will also switch between the spider and the girl's point of view.
I am considering this for NaNoWriMo come November and I think that I could get a lot of mileage out of this idea. I am very excited now but looking back on my idea, I sound completely nuts.
First thing is first though, I have to finish up the book that I started last November. I am into chapter 3 out of 25 of my chapters that I have written. They are not too much to be excited about honestly, but I am fixing them up and making them a lot better. I'm going to change around my plot a little... well a lot, so things actually make sense. The way I have my book written right at this moment, it is just a lot of hodge podge that fits the scenario but doesn't have a rhyme or reason to why it is there. That is why I must edit, edit, and do more editing.
I bid you adieu for I shall see you all with my next blog post.
So, I'm there getting ready to take a shower and I think as I get in,"Oh my goodness, what if there is a spider in here? I'll probably scream and have to get out. What if though, the spider could talk before I wash it down the drain?" That was the start of this crazy idea.
During my shower I mulled ideas around in my head for a story. The best idea that came out of that is about a friendship between a girl and a spider that can talk. It will also switch between the spider and the girl's point of view.
I am considering this for NaNoWriMo come November and I think that I could get a lot of mileage out of this idea. I am very excited now but looking back on my idea, I sound completely nuts.
First thing is first though, I have to finish up the book that I started last November. I am into chapter 3 out of 25 of my chapters that I have written. They are not too much to be excited about honestly, but I am fixing them up and making them a lot better. I'm going to change around my plot a little... well a lot, so things actually make sense. The way I have my book written right at this moment, it is just a lot of hodge podge that fits the scenario but doesn't have a rhyme or reason to why it is there. That is why I must edit, edit, and do more editing.
I bid you adieu for I shall see you all with my next blog post.
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
It's Not You, It's Definitely Me
I have pretty much given up on this Script Frenzy idea. Why? You must be asking, yes, you ARE asking! Well I'll give you my answer in simple words. It's too difficult. 50,000 words were not too difficult, but 100 pages and no time to write it in the first place? Um... that's asking a little too much of me. I will make it up to you though. I promise to you all that I will! I will start editing my book again and get it edited completely by the end of the summer, I SWEAR to everyone. I already have a few chapters edited and I will continue editing and give you little tidbits as I do so.
I honestly hope that you are not mad at me. I do this because I have to, but I am giving you a huge reward in return. After I am done editing this book I shall start on another novel and it will be even better than the first. I love you all and thank you for understanding.
I honestly hope that you are not mad at me. I do this because I have to, but I am giving you a huge reward in return. After I am done editing this book I shall start on another novel and it will be even better than the first. I love you all and thank you for understanding.
Monday, April 2, 2012
April is Script Frenzy? Almost forgot about that one!
I admit it, I kinda forgot about you guys. It wasn't my fault though, I can apologize. I have been very involved in a lot of things since the new year and have barely had time to do almost anything. I am back though for the time being with Script Frenzy. The goal? To write 100 pages by the end of April. I have started swirling around ideas in my head, trying to get an idea to start this script as soon as possible since Script Frenzy started YESTERDAY!
So here are the ideas I have, some of them are my own combined with other ideas... some others were just generated off the website.
1. A travelling salesman who sells shoes is involved in a tragic accident and afterwards must search for the cure for a broken heart.
2. A lifeguard falls for a girl he saves and tries to eventually impress her by winning the surfing title, but here's the catch: he can't lose any limbs in the process.
3. On an adventure with Doctor Who, an 80-year old graffiti artist is mistaken for Elton John and goes with it.
4. 13 Little Blue Envelopes(it's a book that I have always wanted to make into a screen play)
5. A woman falls in love with a super villain, rejects social norm, and manages to almost kill the whole human race in the process.
Any ideas for any of these are welcome, but I will be picking something to write on by the end of the day. I know which was I am partial to, so we will see what happens.
I bid you all adieu for I shall see you all once again with my next blog post.
So here are the ideas I have, some of them are my own combined with other ideas... some others were just generated off the website.
1. A travelling salesman who sells shoes is involved in a tragic accident and afterwards must search for the cure for a broken heart.
2. A lifeguard falls for a girl he saves and tries to eventually impress her by winning the surfing title, but here's the catch: he can't lose any limbs in the process.
3. On an adventure with Doctor Who, an 80-year old graffiti artist is mistaken for Elton John and goes with it.
4. 13 Little Blue Envelopes(it's a book that I have always wanted to make into a screen play)
5. A woman falls in love with a super villain, rejects social norm, and manages to almost kill the whole human race in the process.
Any ideas for any of these are welcome, but I will be picking something to write on by the end of the day. I know which was I am partial to, so we will see what happens.
I bid you all adieu for I shall see you all once again with my next blog post.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Romanticism, realism, and all the other stuff
I really hope that someone reads it, considering the amount of work that I am about to put into this blog post. I have a feeling that this is going to be really long, just because I want to edgamacate ya'll. I should probably tell you what this blog post is about. It's about different literary styles, like romanticism, realism, and naturalism. I am going to focus on those mainly today but if there is anything you want me to talk about on my blog about writing, feel free to ask me. Tomorrow I will also put up a poem!
So the first topic is romanticism, which I have dealt with quite often because it just so happens to be my favorite style of writing and I write a lot in that style. (duh, it's my favorite)
Romanticism first originated in the second half of the eighteenth century. It was strengthened more by the industrial revolution. Romanticism mostly deals with the theme of true love, knights in shining armor, and other stuff like that. It is highly fictionalized. One genre that stems from this is the Gothic Romance, which is what Frankenstein by Mary Shelley is, a gothic romance. Another of example of the style of romanticism is Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes.
Now on to the style of realism, possibly the worst style of writing... at least in my view. I only think it is horrible because all of the books I have read in this style of writing have to do with war, and they are NOT made to make you feel good about yourself. Realism is the style in which the writer writes in the way the world really is, they do not embellish, they do not make it heart warming. They seem to make it cold and dry, and most of these books are very sad, which is NOT MY THING!! The only book I have read that was written with realism is The Red Badge of Courage. I read it in a day, and it's probably the worst book I've ever read besides the Twilight Series.
On to the next style! *waves to next slide* Naturalism. I have not dabbled much in this style but it has to do with science and nature and stuff that I am not intelligent enough to explain to you. Frankenstein by Mary Shelley also fits into this category!
I hope I was able to enlighten you all a bit on a few different styles of writing. My attention span is fading very quickly for some reason tonight.
For now, I bid you all adieu for I shall see you with my next blog post!
So the first topic is romanticism, which I have dealt with quite often because it just so happens to be my favorite style of writing and I write a lot in that style. (duh, it's my favorite)
Romanticism first originated in the second half of the eighteenth century. It was strengthened more by the industrial revolution. Romanticism mostly deals with the theme of true love, knights in shining armor, and other stuff like that. It is highly fictionalized. One genre that stems from this is the Gothic Romance, which is what Frankenstein by Mary Shelley is, a gothic romance. Another of example of the style of romanticism is Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes.
Now on to the style of realism, possibly the worst style of writing... at least in my view. I only think it is horrible because all of the books I have read in this style of writing have to do with war, and they are NOT made to make you feel good about yourself. Realism is the style in which the writer writes in the way the world really is, they do not embellish, they do not make it heart warming. They seem to make it cold and dry, and most of these books are very sad, which is NOT MY THING!! The only book I have read that was written with realism is The Red Badge of Courage. I read it in a day, and it's probably the worst book I've ever read besides the Twilight Series.
On to the next style! *waves to next slide* Naturalism. I have not dabbled much in this style but it has to do with science and nature and stuff that I am not intelligent enough to explain to you. Frankenstein by Mary Shelley also fits into this category!
I hope I was able to enlighten you all a bit on a few different styles of writing. My attention span is fading very quickly for some reason tonight.
For now, I bid you all adieu for I shall see you with my next blog post!
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
The editing process begins today.... where did my attention span go?
I usually do not read old stories that I write. Why? I will tell you why, because they are embarrassing! The stories I write reflect my views at the time I write them and sometimes they are downright awful. That is not exactly the case with the book I just wrote for National Novel Writing Month, but it still isn't the work I'm most proud of.
About an hour ago I decided that I was going to be adventurous, and I was going to start editing my novel. Boy was I stupid! I started reading the first chapter and all the while I was thinking,"What the fudge is this? What was I ON?!" That is some of the most romantic crap that I have ever written, not in the lovey dovey sense, but in the style. Ever heard of romanticism? Even if you do I will tell you in my next post anyway about the different styles of writing, just for fun! Yeah... so I was reading over it and I almost threw up, that's how awful it was. It's some of my best writing but the way I wrote it was just really bad. I had to clean a lot of the scene up so things actually made sense. I have a tendency to write very choppily and I confuse even myself sometimes.
So yeah... today I started editing, it was a mistake on my part clearly, and I don't have enough attention span to finish this blog post... goodbye.
I bid you all adieu for I shall see you all again with my next blog post.
About an hour ago I decided that I was going to be adventurous, and I was going to start editing my novel. Boy was I stupid! I started reading the first chapter and all the while I was thinking,"What the fudge is this? What was I ON?!" That is some of the most romantic crap that I have ever written, not in the lovey dovey sense, but in the style. Ever heard of romanticism? Even if you do I will tell you in my next post anyway about the different styles of writing, just for fun! Yeah... so I was reading over it and I almost threw up, that's how awful it was. It's some of my best writing but the way I wrote it was just really bad. I had to clean a lot of the scene up so things actually made sense. I have a tendency to write very choppily and I confuse even myself sometimes.
So yeah... today I started editing, it was a mistake on my part clearly, and I don't have enough attention span to finish this blog post... goodbye.
I bid you all adieu for I shall see you all again with my next blog post.
Friday, January 13, 2012
When did the new year happen?
*runs into the room with a panic and a flurry of everything you can possibly imagine*
Guys... yeah... HAPPY NEW YEAR! It's a new year, full of new possibilities, and more chances for you to listen to my rantings on a blog! So yeah, happy new year and I hope the rest of the year is great and... I finished my book! You probably didn't think could finish it, but it's okay because I didn't think I would finish it either. I finished writing it on Wednesday and now I have to go through an extensive editing process because let us all just face it, all first drafts are crap, and you cannot deny that either. I'm scared to read what I wrote a little more than a month ago. So maybe when I get the guts to edit it, by the end of the summer I shall have a wonderful novel for you all to read, and of course I will self publish it just because it is immensely cheaper.
Since I stopped writing my novel in November(only to finish it this past Wednesday) I have been writing a lot of poetry. I have a lot of good critics, and I have been able to read their(her) poetry as well which is equally, if not more, amazing as mine. I am going to make it a habit to post here a few times a week, because you know... I need a job and blogging is a full time occupation. Some of my poetry has been really sad, but some are really funny and are me in pretty much a nutshell. So once a week, in one of my posts I will give you a poem, if I happen to write one for that week. So... until I start up with writing more poems, here is one poem for you all called "Group Projects".
Group Projects
The same feeling of rejection is there
every single time the words,
"We are going to have a group project, but you can work independently."
escape my teacher's lips.
This means I have no choice,
not to work independently.
I may seem standoff-ish,
but... you don't want to work with me anyway,
do you? That's what I thought.
So here I am,
sitting in a corner of the classroom,
working independently on a group project.
I see this as a poem of self expression of how much I freaking hate group projects. I absolutely hate them because like the poem suggests, I always work by myself because no one has the guts to ask me to work with them! I'm not a mean person guys, really, I just don't want to do all the work! I'm gonna go in my little emo corner and cry now, thanks.
When I started writing I really didn't want to be one of those writers, you know the ones that write multiple stories all at once? I know writers like that, and I love them to death, but I could not bear to put myself through that kind of stress you know? Well... I've done it, I've ruined my life. I am coming up with ideas for stories. I have two ideas for stories at the moment that are brewing in my head. The first one is called Temperance. It is about a girl who is a drunk living during the Temperance Movement. If you do not know it, do some research on it! The second story I am working on ideas for is one that I have wanted to work on for a long time. It's called Belinda's Society of Less Than Creative Anachronisms. It's about a girl who lives in a slightly more modern world somewhere in the future, and the past keeps coming back to haunt everyone, and not just her. Ever heard of Paul Revere's Midnight Ride? Well... she has to deal with it every night, how is a teenage girl supposed to survive with that on her plate? Other parts of history repeat themselves, but I am not sure which ones yet, so we shall see!
I bid you all adieu, for I shall see you all again with my next blog post!
Guys... yeah... HAPPY NEW YEAR! It's a new year, full of new possibilities, and more chances for you to listen to my rantings on a blog! So yeah, happy new year and I hope the rest of the year is great and... I finished my book! You probably didn't think could finish it, but it's okay because I didn't think I would finish it either. I finished writing it on Wednesday and now I have to go through an extensive editing process because let us all just face it, all first drafts are crap, and you cannot deny that either. I'm scared to read what I wrote a little more than a month ago. So maybe when I get the guts to edit it, by the end of the summer I shall have a wonderful novel for you all to read, and of course I will self publish it just because it is immensely cheaper.
Since I stopped writing my novel in November(only to finish it this past Wednesday) I have been writing a lot of poetry. I have a lot of good critics, and I have been able to read their(her) poetry as well which is equally, if not more, amazing as mine. I am going to make it a habit to post here a few times a week, because you know... I need a job and blogging is a full time occupation. Some of my poetry has been really sad, but some are really funny and are me in pretty much a nutshell. So once a week, in one of my posts I will give you a poem, if I happen to write one for that week. So... until I start up with writing more poems, here is one poem for you all called "Group Projects".
Group Projects
The same feeling of rejection is there
every single time the words,
"We are going to have a group project, but you can work independently."
escape my teacher's lips.
This means I have no choice,
not to work independently.
I may seem standoff-ish,
but... you don't want to work with me anyway,
do you? That's what I thought.
So here I am,
sitting in a corner of the classroom,
working independently on a group project.
I see this as a poem of self expression of how much I freaking hate group projects. I absolutely hate them because like the poem suggests, I always work by myself because no one has the guts to ask me to work with them! I'm not a mean person guys, really, I just don't want to do all the work! I'm gonna go in my little emo corner and cry now, thanks.
When I started writing I really didn't want to be one of those writers, you know the ones that write multiple stories all at once? I know writers like that, and I love them to death, but I could not bear to put myself through that kind of stress you know? Well... I've done it, I've ruined my life. I am coming up with ideas for stories. I have two ideas for stories at the moment that are brewing in my head. The first one is called Temperance. It is about a girl who is a drunk living during the Temperance Movement. If you do not know it, do some research on it! The second story I am working on ideas for is one that I have wanted to work on for a long time. It's called Belinda's Society of Less Than Creative Anachronisms. It's about a girl who lives in a slightly more modern world somewhere in the future, and the past keeps coming back to haunt everyone, and not just her. Ever heard of Paul Revere's Midnight Ride? Well... she has to deal with it every night, how is a teenage girl supposed to survive with that on her plate? Other parts of history repeat themselves, but I am not sure which ones yet, so we shall see!
I bid you all adieu, for I shall see you all again with my next blog post!
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