There's not a lot more embarrassing than throwing a tiny minion at your sister and it accidentally hits a total stranger. I was in Claire's with Abby and Emma and I saw this little minion hand purse that I thought was totally adorable, but I was in line and she was on the other side of the store. Now, I have the habit of throwing things at people when I'm can't move or am too lazy to get up, so habitually, I threw the minion at her for her to look at. As soon as I did that, I thought, I probably shouldn't have done that. It hit the employee in the head and she looked all shocked. Yeah...not the best idea....
There has to be some hidden deep meaning of this...but I don't feel like thinking of it. Moral: Don't throw merchandise across the store, or you might hit strangers in the head with things you weren't really supposed to be throwing...
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Don't listen to them when they say If you're stuck (doesn't always work), or you want to write a unique poem, or you want something fun to do, I've found this, quite-possibly-nerdily-fun activity. So, here's what you do. You can copy and paste your favorite lyrics, a poem of your own or even your synopsis into Google Translate. Now, translate it to different languages, not turning it back to English, for maybe eight languages. Example: I began with translating it from English to Latin to Spanish to Hebrew to Arabic to French to German to Greek to Norwegian to Swedish and then back to English. Then I just started doing random languages.
Here's an example of what happens from the first stanza of my poem Tasting Stars: Original Poem: Where silence has a sound Where you can feel the world spinning Where darkness has a heavy touch There's nothing in the universe but me And I'm tasting stars Lost in Translation Poem: When silence is a sound Where can you find the world has known Handling heavy dark I have, and I Try stars Sometimes it's not as cool as that (from my poem Whole Again): Original Poem: Please come Someone come And make me Whole again Lost in Translation Poem: fiber human USA egg Don't even ask how it got to that point. I even tried my synopsis. If you haven't read it, click here. It's the second paragraph where I talk about Ray's problems: In fact, the beam, the sins of his brother, Chris aura service is free. The success is not possible. It is important to get rid of this disease is, it was not murder. They begin to deal with this problem, and suicide is a sin, I do not think so. There is some gibberish in here, but some parts are kind of inspiring. Try it! It's a great exercise for when you're bored, stuck or just want some fun. Sometimes it can inspire whole poems. And if you like the descriptive language of some songs (especially Owl City songs) see what comes out and you could possibly use it for your own song. So, hey! What's new? I'm blocked. No. New. Ideas. Useless. Brain. In the chapter I wrote this morning, the 59th chapter to be exact, a character remarked that something was lame and I just about banged my head about the computer and screamed, “THIS WHOLE CHAPTER IS LAME!” Does anyone have a tip on what to do when you're blocked? I keep stubbornly pushing forward, churning out forced dialogue, no description, wallowing-in-self-pity characters. I've literally written 177 words in the past weekish. How miserably pathetic is that?! Not knowing what to write is depressing. :`( I guess I know what to write. Maybe I'm just afraid to write the romance in fear that it will be cheesy, stupid and embarrassing. There's also a fight coming up between Aura and Adam and I'm not sure what to do to make it believable. He's not the kind of person to 1. fight, 2. not forgive someone after the fight and 3. hold a grudge enough to not talk to them for a couple of days. So, basically, what's supposed to happen is earlier Adam tells Aura that Chris commissioned him to look after her. So, every nice thing he does for her, she questions whether he's doing it because Chris told him to, or because he actually cares about her. Something that he's supposed to say in the near future is going to set her off and she gets mad at him for that very insecurity. How do I do it? Actually writing this out has solidified it in my mind and I feel more capable of writing it now. Thanks!:) And this one, I just thought was funny....
Another short post....I got glasses! I can see! It's amazing! I would post a pic, but the one I took is awful and my glasses are on the whole other side of the room and this camera takes terrible pictures. So, there's my list of reasons why I can't show you a picture. I'll show you when I see you next, because I'm fairly sure everyone who reads this blogs knows me.
Okay, this is a super short post, but I've started an author website. And while I'm not ready to publish anything yet, I want a visual aid, where I have my cover, updates on my story to motivate me to actually write something so that I have something to blog about and if this crazy run-on sentence made any sense whatsoever, good job and if it didn't, comment and I'll clarify.
Oops! Almost forgot to add the link! Have fun! nerdywriter15.blogspot.com Happy Valentine's Day everyone! Here is basically just a random collection of love related quotes, icons and a video that encourages people to be content with their singleness, not something I exactly need to worry about right now, but it was kind of funny, so I posted it. Woke up this morning to waffles, quiche, bacon and chocolate covered fruit as well as a beautiful bouquet of pink, purple and white daisies. And they were glittery! How great is that! Thanks Mom and Dad:) I went to a writers conference too, but that's a story for another day, as Abby is staring at me, waiting for me to finish up this blog post and get off the computer. So enjoy my random collage of things that reminded me of Valentine's Day! Did you know there are thirty two names for love in one of the Eskimo languages? And we have just this one. We are so limited, you have to use the same word for loving [someone] as you do for loving [your favorite food]. Isn't that a shame we don't have many more ways to say it? Love isn't based on what someone can give or how much they can do. I mean, everyone loves the rich and famous, right? But it's all fake. People just want to hang around them because they've got money. True love is treating bums and outcasts like they have diamonds in their pockets, even when there's nothing there but moths and holes. It's simple to love someone, but it's hard to know when you need to say it out loud. Wouldn't say hilarious, but there were some funny parts:) I love my sisters as well as the rest of my family. I'm forever yours faithfully. Take my hand. Take my whole life too. Cause I can't help falling in love with you. They can dance under the moonlight 'cause God is smilin' down on them tonight and she wants to stay right here make it last for a hundred more years. I've got so many more, but I've got to go to bed, so goodbye for now and hope you had a magnificent Valentines:)
Unless we have something worth dying for, we've nothing worth living for. Normally I don't read a book worth writing a whole blog post about, but today I found one. As you can see from the title, I just read Voice in the Wind by Francine Rivers and I loved it. I wouldn't suggest it for a younger audience since there are a bunch of gory fighting details and Ancient Rome was a very morally corrupt place. Oh! The end! The end ripped my heart out. How can an author even end a book that way? I came downstairs and almost started crying recounting the ending to Emma and Abby. And they just looked at me like.... How can we be witnesses of the one true God if we hold the truth as our own possession? God meant his truth for the world. I had this revelation when I was reading this story when Hadassah was telling Marcus how God is like a voice in the wind and I looked at the book like this.... True beauty is rare and seldom recognized by the one who possesses it. Now that my little rant is over, I can tell you what I loved about this book. Ms. Rivers' writing style was amazing and the characters were so well developed that at times I loved them and at times I hated them, exactly as she intended. The language was beautiful and there were times when my heart literally accelerated and I could feel it pounding against my ribs. I was never bored (a plus for me.) I was totally immersed in that world and whenever I got interrupted, I was dazed for several minutes trying to break the spell Ms. Rivers wove over me. The ending almost made me sob, a horrible feeling rising up in my chest. Just as a hint from me, make sure you have book 2 before you start reading this one.
This is me, not wanting to write a eulogy that's due tomorrow. Why are you writing a eulogy, you might ask? It's for a multi-genre writing class where I have write a eulogy for a character. I don't know why this particular task is so daunting. Maybe it's because I didn't know him very well. The guy who died. I loved him a lot, and I was devastated when he died, but that was before I went insane, so I never talked to him and now he's dead and it's too late. Darn. Emma suggested asking his girlfriend. I'll have to try that. So...I'm still procrastinating and this is what I feel like right now. (That Snoopy icon) All I have is his name and when he died... So....here goes. I am now delving into the romance portion of my story. Just slightly freaking out over here. I'll be okay! I'm so going to embarrass myself. So, here's the rule. No one reads this section until I've thoroughly edited it. Anyone have any tips on falling in love? My characters are already friends, I just have that awkward transformation from friendship to romance. Let's see how well this goes...*cue the romance music*
Note: It's kind of scary how many break-up songs I have in my i-Tunes library...I was browsing for good inspirational love songs and half the ones that I was thinking of have lyrics like this, "I'll move on, baby, just like you. When the desert floods and the grass turns blue..." or "I wanna find some boy and rip his heart right out..." or "He lost his soul along the way to a woman so heartless..." but then, again, there are a few really good love songs, "You should know, everywhere I go, you're always on my mind, in my heart, in my soul. You're the meaning of my life." I better stop rambling. I'm supposed to be doing something not-blogging right now. This was supposed to be a short post.....oops.... Windblown clouds
Dabbed across a cobalt sky. Blue to cobalt Cobalt to navy Navy to grey Grey to black. First bright star Icy smooth water Reflections slightly warped Of windblown clouds lined with gold Ice like fingers Reaching out Thin ice White ice Cold ice. Red rock like fingers Jutting out. Reaching toward Windblown-clouds Lined with gold Dabbed against a Cobalt sky. By: Me:) We went on a twilight hike this evening, inspiring this poem. I sort of forgot I had a blog this week. Whoops. Ella asked me today, "Why didn't Jesus get off the cross if he could?" And as I told her, "He stayed there because he loves you. Because he wants you to go to heaven and he had to die to do that," it hit me how much God must love us. Sometimes you take those stories for granted because you heard them so many times and it helps to see them in a new light. ones and play with them. I have so much fun reading to you, recommending good books and watching movies with you, dancing the Virginia reel, swing dance, shottish, etc. You're so much fun to be around and I love you so so so so much. I remember making forts with you in the back yard, filming cheesy movies and playing in the waist deep snow up in the mountains. We have bunches of fun making fun of movies. You, me and Emma were an inseparable team. Every once in a while, it hits me how grown up you're getting. My little sister is growing up! And I'm getting all sentimental and mushy writing this, so I'll stop. :)
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About Me!Hannah writes to satisfy her imagination. She's written six books so far--five of which need to be rewritten--and is working on a seventh. She ranges through a variety of genres, but favors contemporary YA, fixing broken characters. She wants to use her writing to change people and bring hope. She's currently going to college for Nursing and that takes up most of her writing time. She's a rather stereotypical writer, talking to imaginary friends, eavesdropping on people at the store, secretly being nosy, stashing herself away in her room with a paper and pen and chocolate and her teddy bear. She loves Jesus, the way the morning smells, her family of seven (four siblings), old movies, fairy tales, candles at night and helping people. She writes on another blog at nerdywriter.blogspot.com to hopefully build her chances of publication. My Author Site:Archives
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