A very wise and great man named Ernest Hemingway once said:
There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.
... and this cannot be more true. However, the blood is pure and I am enjoying the pain.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Bleed
Contrary to what the post title may have you believe, I'm fine. I'm just feeling great right now. I'm simply flowing out creativity and work and... I'm enjoying it. I can't believe how much fun I am having!
A very wise and great man named Ernest Hemingway once said:
... and this cannot be more true. However, the blood is pure and I am enjoying the pain.
A very wise and great man named Ernest Hemingway once said:
... and this cannot be more true. However, the blood is pure and I am enjoying the pain.
I Love Lazy Days
(Right now, I'm just listening to a whole crapload of Foxboro Hot Tubs)
Oy. I woke up maybe... twenty minutes ago? Yeah. That sounds right. Ahhhh. How nice is that? Now, I just have to fold some laundry and I'll have the rest of the day to do whatever I want. I'm going to write and mostly practice guitar because I have a lesson tonight that I haven't practiced at all for because of being in Minnesota. But, ya know, that's how it goes.
And that, folks, is my schedule. :)
Oy. I woke up maybe... twenty minutes ago? Yeah. That sounds right. Ahhhh. How nice is that? Now, I just have to fold some laundry and I'll have the rest of the day to do whatever I want. I'm going to write and mostly practice guitar because I have a lesson tonight that I haven't practiced at all for because of being in Minnesota. But, ya know, that's how it goes.
And that, folks, is my schedule. :)
Monday, May 30, 2011
I'm Baaaaack!
I have a monster-sized headache right now. It's not funny. The thing is I hate to take Tylenol because I don't want to develop a tolerance for it or whatever... it's weird. It's like the way I have to wait for the coffee to completely finish draining through before I take any. Or the way that I don't like to wear slippers or shoes in general. I dunno.
Anyway, I have a lot of ideas for writing projects. But I shall not spill anything! I don't want to tell. It's a secret. Shh!
Anyway, I have a lot of ideas for writing projects. But I shall not spill anything! I don't want to tell. It's a secret. Shh!
Friday, May 27, 2011
Lonely
♪We're packing... for a roadtrip... to Minnesota... we're leaving... soon...♪
*music stops*
Wait, what?
She has a fever of a hundred and one?
...
NOW???
*music stops*
Wait, what?
She has a fever of a hundred and one?
...
NOW???
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Don't Know What to Do
My short story, ¡Gloria!, didn't make it into the anthology. Neither did my other short stories, Incandesence and We. I have "Working Class Hero" by Green Day on repeat to make me feel better.
I looked at the anthology, and, let me be the first to tell you that some of them didn't deserve to be in there. I mean, really, if you have no idea where to place a comma or indent or use correct words and you're in middle school... oy. Furthermore, there were five or six or seven short poems that could have all been put on one page, but they each got their own page. There was a long poem that could have fit on one page if they used columns. And some students put title pages on them. Those take up space that I could have had! ¡Gloria! is only one page! I just... I'm so angry that I could hit something. I'm ticked off. There has to be some sort of bias. I swear.
I feel like crying. That was some of my best work and it's not even good enough to go in our school's writing anthology. I just... I can't comprehend to you how awful and unappreciated I feel right now. There were people all over the school hunched over these booklets and I just wanted to throw up because they would never know how much it hurts me that they won't see my work of art. I put my blood, sweat, and tears into that short story. I can't... I just... I'm so... I don't even know. It's like I'm suddenly not good enough. My teachers told me to submit something, so I did. Everyone said, "For sure!" "Of course you'll get in!" That made me so confident in my abilities and now... I'm just so low right now I don't know what to do.
I looked at the anthology, and, let me be the first to tell you that some of them didn't deserve to be in there. I mean, really, if you have no idea where to place a comma or indent or use correct words and you're in middle school... oy. Furthermore, there were five or six or seven short poems that could have all been put on one page, but they each got their own page. There was a long poem that could have fit on one page if they used columns. And some students put title pages on them. Those take up space that I could have had! ¡Gloria! is only one page! I just... I'm so angry that I could hit something. I'm ticked off. There has to be some sort of bias. I swear.
I feel like crying. That was some of my best work and it's not even good enough to go in our school's writing anthology. I just... I can't comprehend to you how awful and unappreciated I feel right now. There were people all over the school hunched over these booklets and I just wanted to throw up because they would never know how much it hurts me that they won't see my work of art. I put my blood, sweat, and tears into that short story. I can't... I just... I'm so... I don't even know. It's like I'm suddenly not good enough. My teachers told me to submit something, so I did. Everyone said, "For sure!" "Of course you'll get in!" That made me so confident in my abilities and now... I'm just so low right now I don't know what to do.
Monday, May 23, 2011
Hold Up
I just had one of those "the world's against me"/teen angst moments. Holy crap. It was weird. I was writing Insomniac and, all of a sudden, I was like, "Why even bother? No one cares anyway! Anything you do doesn't even measure up to any of their standards anyway." I had to take a minute, eat some fruit snacks, stand by the open back door, and take a deep breath. Then, I sat down to write some more.
This story is doing weird things to my head, man.
This story is doing weird things to my head, man.
Wake Me Up When School Ends
(Obviously, "Wake Me Up When September Ends" by Green Day)
We're so close. This is the home stretch...
Has anyone seen my Science book? I just had it, and poof! It's gone. Or my Algebra review? I think that it got blown off my bed, but I'm not 100% sure.
Anyway, it's been a heck of a year. I've had the time of my life. ("Eleanor Rigby" by the Beatles) No lies. This year was so much better than last year. I'm not going into detail, but I think it's just because I genuinely stopped caring about what people thought and did what I wanted to do. ("21 Guns" by American Idiot Cast Feat. Green Day) I just... lived. And that's how it's supposed to be.
These last few days are going to be crazy. But, in a good way.
We're so close. This is the home stretch...
Has anyone seen my Science book? I just had it, and poof! It's gone. Or my Algebra review? I think that it got blown off my bed, but I'm not 100% sure.
Anyway, it's been a heck of a year. I've had the time of my life. ("Eleanor Rigby" by the Beatles) No lies. This year was so much better than last year. I'm not going into detail, but I think it's just because I genuinely stopped caring about what people thought and did what I wanted to do. ("21 Guns" by American Idiot Cast Feat. Green Day) I just... lived. And that's how it's supposed to be.
These last few days are going to be crazy. But, in a good way.
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