My inability to think of a title is actually distracting me from my writing. Not that I should be doing either of those things right now. I need to be at work in less than six hours and I haven't slept yet. I don't know... I'm almost done with the story, and it still hasn't presented itself to me. I'm gonna have to beat it out of him (because my story is totally a he...) if this goes on for much longer. There are certain things I want the title to include in some way: Dogs, Quid Pro Quo, making stories for yourself, reinventing yourself and college. See my problem? What kind of title is that supposed to make? The story is about a guy and a girl who after the death of their respective fathers decide to reinvent themselves as they enter college. One wants to calm down, become a good guy. The girl wants to live more, experience the world and actually do things. They find changing is not easy, and decide to help each other out. To my surprise there is very little love in the story. I like how they ended up more brother and sister like than lovers as I had originally planned. Thought writing the story down like that would help me see something... it didn't. I'm just whining.
A little punctuation abuse there. I'm sorry exclamation and question mark. I need to rant a little here. I had a great premise for a story, but couldn’t really think of a plot of any kind. Around the forum here, I've seen a lot of people saying they prefer to just make stuff up as they go, not knowing the ending or what will happen next. I decided to give it a try. It does not work for me. At all! Actually, I don't understand how it can work for anyone. It just feels like nothing I write has any goal or greater purpose and everything that happens is the most predictable things you can imagine. I figured maybe the greater plot would come to me as I kept on going, but it hasn't. I just reached the 20K mark, which is when I reread what I have written for the first time. It kind of sucks. The story itself actually isn't too bad, but it seriously needs some direction, which I cannot give it before I know the destination. I think half of what I have needs to go, and the rest needs to be rewritten. At least the characters are well developed. No thanks to the story. They have all been used several times before in other stories which have been scrapped. It's normal for me to reuse a character or two, but in this case, absolutely every character is a reuse. It's kind of fun, and makes me more determined to keep going. I love these characters, and I want a complete story for them. So yeah, that's my rant.
I rarely write poetry. And when I do, it's usually pretentious crap. But when sitting on the grass today, waiting for my dad to pick me up, these... things happened. My Toes are Pretty My toes are pretty Not long and bony Like on those anorexic phonies My toes are pretty Not short and stubby Even though I'm a little tubby My toes are pretty My toes are as pretty as this rhyme makes no sense Public Bathroom Oh public bathroom So filthy So stinky Who used you? And abused you? Poor thing
Happy 17 May! For most of you this is just an ordinary day, but for all of us Norwegians out there, it's our national day! This date in 1814, Norway got their own constitution. And how do we celebrate this? With hotdogs, and boy, I won't be eating hotdogs again for a year. Seriously! Anyway, been a pretty good day. Got up early to see my cousins walk in the kids parade, where everyone between the ages of 0-19 and people in marching bands walk in a parade wearing pretty clothes and sing a bunch of songs. Then if they're lucky enough to live in the capital, they get to wave to the royal family. I'm not so lucky and instead live in a rather small city. Note that I'm not really upset about that, just being stupid. My oldest cousin is ten, and he didn't want to attend the school thing at his sister's school, so the two of us went to the fair that comes around every year. We discovered the Hulk has been replaced with Spiderman. Okay, more to explain. This fair brings the same rides about every year, though occasionally they switch it up a little. The Hulk is a ride known in our town for being awesome yet extremely painful. Because you are pushed against a steel railing. Spiderman is pretty much the same ride, but it's padded! So still awesome but not painful. When it started raining we took the disco cups, which is basically tea cups but there's disco music, because there's a roof over that ride. It rained for a long time and we both ended up throwing up. Then, as the intelligent beings we are, we went and bought cotton candy and ice cream. Then we got free hotdogs. Then more ice cream. Then some more rides. He threw up again. One more ice cream each. Then we went to grandma and grandpa who fed us, guess what, hotdogs and ice cream. Then it got boring with all the adults, so I took both my cousins to my place where we played Little Big Planet. Then the youngest got tired and I took her home, returned, and then we played Modern Warfare instead. But being only 10, he got tired at 9:30 so I took him home as well. I didn't feel like going home yet, so I walked to my friend's job because I knew she would be off at ten. We rented a movie, Repo Men, an okay movie, then I went home and collapsed on my bed and struggled to get the laptop and write this. In conclusion, it's been a good day
It was a story I started when I was 14. I loved it back then, but I always had a problem. The character and I were too different. I loved poetry and flowery description back then. The character really didn't. She'd be at the mall, and I wanted her to tell what it was like. The sounds, the smells, the sights, the people. She then turned to me, raised an eyebrow, and flipped me off. Seven years later, and I have through years of trial and error adapted a much simpler style of writing. More to-the-point and clear. I hoped that now she could cooperate with me. I started all over again. At ten thousand words, she stopped me to say, “this isn't working out. It's not you, it's me. I'm simply too awesome a character for you to write, and you're simply not skilled enough yet.” I ran her over with a bus THE END
I'm all for equality between men and women. I can't stand it when people are treated differently because of their gender. So why is that I'm having trouble writing about a character, while if she was male, it wouldn't have been an issue. Basically, my story revolves around three siblings, all fighting to become the king. Where they live it's unheard of for women to be rulers. Yet the king's oldest child (and only daughter) is clearly the only one fit to rule of the three siblings, something the king's council agrees with, yet the king still chooses his oldest son over her. The princess then convinces the youngest prince to have the oldest prince out of the way. They trick him into ending up on modern day earth (they live in a half medieval, half sci-fi floating city). The king falls ill before they can find the oldest prince, and because no one wants the youngest son, considered a loser by the kingdom, to rule, the princess gets her way. This eventually ends up with a large battle between the three of them. And this is where the problem comes up. The princess ends up getting a beating, and I feel bad about it. If it was a large war with people dying left and right, it probably would have been okay, but this is is basically two large men beating a girl to her death, even though she is almost as strong as them. Well, basically, there are three strengths that matter in my story. Intelligence, physical strength and magic powers. While all three are trained at all things, the princess is the most intelligent, the oldest prince is the strongest, and the youngest son is the best magician. Their father wanted it like this so that they together would be practically unbeatable. I guess in the belief that if they all tried to become equally good at everything, they would have just end up being mediocre at everything (can you say that?) But anyway, this brutal beating of her, even though I guess she is kind of the villain... No one is really all wrong in this story... She would never have turned on her father and kingdom had she only been chosen to be the ruler in the first place, which she should have been. Had they only put their personal issues aside and ruled together as their father wanted, their country would have prospered under their rule. Instead they all walk on wrong paths that lead to destruction. The oldest prince is pretty much the only one who grows in the right direction as a character. Regardless, the end result is the needing to kill the princess. Had she been male, I wouldn't have been bothered by the death. And it's not like she can't take a beating either. A lot of the stunts I've pictured in my mind would have caused a normal human's back to break into pieces, and she can just shake it off. And it's not before both brothers turn on her that they can defeat her. Well, I dunno... Most of the story would have been pointless if she hadn't been female, so it's not like I can just change it without changing the whole plot. But could you really read something like this, when I have difficulties just writing it?
I had the weirdest dream ever tonight. Not only is it the first complete dream I've ever had, it's also the absolute weirdest. So weird in fact, that it needs to be written down and saved for future generations. It started out with a little boy eating rice (yes, plain rice) in his bed, and he spills some on the floor. These suddenly grow into gigantic alien plants around his window. Everyone in his family is like, where did you get those plants?” and he doesn't know. Then the plants suddenly turn into teeny tiny aliens. Like ants. And they take over the household somehow. But it turns out, all they wanted was an autograph from the oldest daughter in the household (taking the form of Miley Cyrus as I watched Disney Channel as I fell asleep) because she had a hit single a few years back. However, these aliens still refuse to leave, so Miley Cyrus decides to put them all in a cup, in which they respond with “why do you need such a big cup? We are all so small”. She has somehow discovered that these aliens can be killed by cranberry sauce, but she has to take the plane to Canada, because that's where Thanksgiving is right now. But she can't get through security because of what she has in the cup, and the aliens have turned into a plant again. I love the logic of dreams. She returns home, unsuccessful in finding cranberry sauce. However, the aliens start turning into common pets, like dogs and rabbits mainly. No cats. They can't afford to feed them all, so they give them all away to suitable homes. And finally they are rid of all the aliens. The End.
My birthday is coming up, and I told my dad I want an ebook reader. He prefers that I tell him what to get rather than surprising me and giving me something I don't want. The problem is, do I want the Kindle or Sony prs-350? I think I have decided to go with Sony. First of all, Norwegian Kindle buyers has terrible rights. However, kindle has internet... free at that. Which means I could just download straight from the store, and I'm under the impression that the Kindle store has a lot more books. Apparently the Kindle is also sturdier, but I've also heard the screen is extremely sensitive and easily broken? Kindle also don't have a touch screen as far as I understand. The Sony prs-350 has no internet, which means I have to download on my computer and then put the books in. Not really a big issue though... probably a plus. If I know myself correctly, it wouldn't feel like spending money on the kindle, and I wouldn't think twice about spending any. Also, touch screen. Big plus. Sony can also read more formats, and as a buyer I have more rights since they are sold through Norwegian companies. The Sony is smaller too, which is nice. I've read it's harder to read on the Sony than the Kindle, but I've compared and can't tell much of a difference (though I do see it). In the end, the girlish side of me ended up deciding. How is that? Because the Sony prs-350 is PINK!!! IT'S SO CUTE! I WANT IT! NOW!!!! *cough* So that concludes that I suppose... unless someone has something else to add?
If anyone read my first blog post, they will know that I magically turned the first chapter of my book into a whole novel, thus making my novel a series (I feel conceited thinking people actually bother to remember that). Anyway, I wanted to see if that was the case with all the chapters, and turned my attention to chapter 6, and sure enough. I'm currently 30 000 words in, not even half way. Far from it actually. Why did I start with chapter/book 6 rather than chapter/book 2 you ask? (No you didn't) It's chronologically the first, and I wanted all the details covered so that I wouldn't have to go back and forth to change things all the time. Anyway, I showed what I had written and planned out so far to my bff, and while she said she liked it, she had no clue why I called the book The Six, when the group it centers around are only five. Because I want to mysterious, duh. I want people to go: “why do they call themselves The Six when they are five?” My friend think it's silly and confusing, especially as I don't even explain it until later in the series. I still like it though... and who the sixth member is isn't exactly a shocker when you've read the whole story. Meh, I'm just rambling. If you actually bothered to read this far, I apologize from the bottom of my heart for wasting your precious internet time.
I bought the book for a dollar at a second-hand shop, and have been excited about reading it for a while now and finally got started a couple of days ago. So I'm not that far into it yet. I'm on page 92, chapter “Deck Chairs” to be exact. So, to quote the soon-to-be-annoying meme, I am disappoint. First of all, every conversation he has with his “male” friends are more gay than the entire Queer Eye cast combined. Not that I have a problem with gay guys (in fact, I think most of them are awesome), but straight guys having an argument about whether your socks should match your shoes or your pants, are douchebags. End of story. (Anyone having a serious argument about this are douchebags btw...) Second, the listing what everyone is wearing is getting boring. At least be quicker about it. Because of that I also can't help but draw comparisons between Bateman and Becky Bloomwood (Confessions of a Shopaholic). And I must add, Sophie Kinsella did the listing of clothing a lot better. What bothers me even more is the huge amount of random seemingly unimportant characters. So many are introduced at once, and in an disorderly fashion, and he's with different people every time, and he mistakes people for other people, and then they argue about who they are, and then someone I thought was a close friend earlier in the book didn't recognize him later, but I might be confusing him with someone else. Everyone also sound pretty much the same. All the girls are exactly alike. Not a single guy stops talking about fashion, restaurants and talk-shows to mention last nights game. He uses the word “hardbody” far too often, and it's getting annoying. It also doesn't sound like a word so many people would be using on a regular basis, but they are... is it a normal word? I've never heard it before I read this book. On a side note, the writing isn't that great either. Confusing and some sentences are really awkward. These small little things hinting at bloody murder and that the book is relatively easy to read, awkward sentences aside, is the only thing keeping me interested, and the only thing I can imagine kept other people interested before the events of the book became common knowledge. Anyway... as said, I'm not that far into the book so maybe all these things will make sense to me later. Must say, can't wait for all the murders. And no one ruin anything for me. I haven't even seen the movie.
I wrote a pretty detailed 3-page plot outline of the first chapter of my story. Then I started writing it. Spent several weeks on it, not really thinking about the fact that I wrote several pages pretty much every day. Then I finally finished, never having thought about how long it was. It was 60 000 words... the first chapter. The chapter I thought would be the shortest of them all. And I haven't even written a word of description. There is this one scene, have no clue where they are supposed to be. Anyway, I can easily get it up to 80 000 words, probably more (thought it was too fast paced anyway) so I'm guessing this will be the first book of a series rather than a chapter. Wonder how that happened.... How do people feel about a chapterless book btw? Because it was meant to be a single chapter, I'm having problems figuring out how to split it up. It has a lot of natural breaks because I put the date and location before every time switch, so maybe it doesn't need any... we'll see.
I'm impressed by myself. I have written over 5000 words today, and that is not including my "man on man, modern warfare" fanfiction. (It's for a friend, don't judge me) :::::::::::::: Recently I begun wondering for how long I have actually been writing. Then I remembered that my dad had some old floppy disks with stuff from our old computers, and (after a long search for a pc that can actually read floppy disks) for the first time in years, I read the first story I ever wrote at the tender age of seven. It was a simple story about my bestfriend and me, and our two horses. We didn't actually have horses in real life, but we were both horse lovers. My friend's family also kept hen and bees (for some reason), and I always figured she could house our two horses, even though she didn't have anywhere to put them. This story I wrote was boring, and the grammar atroicous, as expected from a seven year old, but that little story actually inspired me to write for years to come. My first long story was a Buffy fanfiction I wrote at age eleven. I basically rewrote all the seasons into what I thought should happen, made up a lot of characters and stories as well, and to this day I think this is a really great story. Over the course of five years, I rewrote the first five seasons of Buffy. The first book was 359 pages long, and the rest a bit over 500 pages each. Impressive for someone that age, but I have been editing them ever since as practice, and most of it has been added on later. The content of my stories is what surprised me the most however. First of all, at 12 years old, I wrote about gay sex.... and I remember well thinking about Angel/Spike stuff back in those days, so does that mean I was born a yaoi fangirl? It's a little scary.