Well! I saw Phantom of the Opera saturday night, and WOW! It was amazing!
Andrew Lloyd Weber is a master. I loved the movie version of it- it's probably my all time favorite show -but seeing it on stage was a different experience entirely. The wit was funnier, Carlotta was FAR more annoying without a mute button, and everything was just spectacular! The chandelier falling was pretty cool too. The music was absolutely enchanting, and the actors! They were just astonishing in their skill.
They had these flames shoot up on stage a few times. It left my eyes dazzled as they quickly changed scenes. I have never seen costume changes and scene changes done so quickly, smoothly, and professionally. These people are amazing!
Yes, Phantom was fantastic! If I had the money, I'd go see it again and again. For now, the memory will have to do.
I've never actually seen a play or operatta before. I think I will be seeing more of them in the future. The experience is so different from watching a movie. I want to catch more of Andrew Lloyd Weber's if it's at all possible. The man is a creative genuis, without a doubt.
Monday, October 20
Saturday, October 18
Fishy Eggs
While meeting with the manager of a classy little restaurant I hope to snag a job at, the family and I stopped for breakfast.
Whoever would have thought that eggs and fish went together?
I don't usually care much for omelets... but they served one just packed full with smoked Alaskan salmon in a cream cheese sauce and topped with cilantro. It's making my mouth water just thinking about it! It was by far the best meal I've ever eaten.
And mom got a shrimp scampi omelet. That was amazing too. Dad got a Dungenesse crap omelet. Also superb. We swapped plates.
But really. Fish and eggs? I never would have thought that would be appetizing. But geez it was. I'm glad it was expensive or I'd eat there again and again...and there would go this nice track of slimness I've been on!
Whoever would have thought that eggs and fish went together?
I don't usually care much for omelets... but they served one just packed full with smoked Alaskan salmon in a cream cheese sauce and topped with cilantro. It's making my mouth water just thinking about it! It was by far the best meal I've ever eaten.
And mom got a shrimp scampi omelet. That was amazing too. Dad got a Dungenesse crap omelet. Also superb. We swapped plates.
But really. Fish and eggs? I never would have thought that would be appetizing. But geez it was. I'm glad it was expensive or I'd eat there again and again...and there would go this nice track of slimness I've been on!
Wednesday, October 15
An Excerpt From Chapter 17
Fire, pouring deadly from the serpent’s mouth. The jewel on its forked tongue melted and bubbled into a pool of sapphire liquid, dribbling down from the serpent’s mouth. Where it dropped, the ground hissed and sizzled and smoked.
There was a cry of anguish nearby. A man stood, resplendent in his grief, his head bowed and arms outstretched as if to embrace the earth. He fell to his knees in the dust, and the ground split. One knee rested on either side of a great chasm. He was all that held it together. The man lifted his head. Tears flowed from his eyes.
He was aging rapidly- the pain and suffering of the world was weakening him. His auburn hair grew gray, now white. His beard, once close-shaven, was now long and flowing. His shoulders stooped, his skin withered.
He tossed back his head and screamed. Anger poured from him, and the ground trembled with it. He stood, and the chasm split, separating the halves of the world. The ground opened up and swallowed the serpent.
The man, now ancient, bowed his head and wept.
- - - - -
This is a vision, by the way. It's not really supposed to make any sense yet. There's just LOTS of room for the reader to ponder what it means. :-)
There was a cry of anguish nearby. A man stood, resplendent in his grief, his head bowed and arms outstretched as if to embrace the earth. He fell to his knees in the dust, and the ground split. One knee rested on either side of a great chasm. He was all that held it together. The man lifted his head. Tears flowed from his eyes.
He was aging rapidly- the pain and suffering of the world was weakening him. His auburn hair grew gray, now white. His beard, once close-shaven, was now long and flowing. His shoulders stooped, his skin withered.
He tossed back his head and screamed. Anger poured from him, and the ground trembled with it. He stood, and the chasm split, separating the halves of the world. The ground opened up and swallowed the serpent.
The man, now ancient, bowed his head and wept.
- - - - -
This is a vision, by the way. It's not really supposed to make any sense yet. There's just LOTS of room for the reader to ponder what it means. :-)
Tuesday, October 14
I'm Guilty of Pride
I have been writing all morning- I promised him I would keep writing, no matter how bad things got. So, I've been writing.
Anyway, I hit 17,000 words this morning. And if pride is a sin, well, I'm guilty! I've never been more proud of myself than this! The words are so beautiful, flowing across the pages. I love language. I love English! These 26 little letters have created something incredible.
Kissed is nowhere near done. But I'm so PROUD of what I've accomplished thus far!
Anyway, I hit 17,000 words this morning. And if pride is a sin, well, I'm guilty! I've never been more proud of myself than this! The words are so beautiful, flowing across the pages. I love language. I love English! These 26 little letters have created something incredible.
Kissed is nowhere near done. But I'm so PROUD of what I've accomplished thus far!
Saturday, October 11
Hollow
How do you cry when you're out of tears? How do you breathe when there's no air?
He was my everything. He is my joy, my laughter, my present, my future, my wings. Without him there is nothing.
I can wait...we have to wait. India is a long ways away. But he'll come to me. He promised, and I know how hard he's trying. And if the Gods are smiling on us, the future will be filled with as much joy as today is filled with pain.
But I'm impatient. I want next year to be NOW. Every day is a little harder than the next.
When I am rising, he's sleeping. When I'm sleeping, he's rising. We're under the same sky, eating the same food, breathing the same air, but the distance is unbearable. When will this end?
He was my everything. He is my joy, my laughter, my present, my future, my wings. Without him there is nothing.
I can wait...we have to wait. India is a long ways away. But he'll come to me. He promised, and I know how hard he's trying. And if the Gods are smiling on us, the future will be filled with as much joy as today is filled with pain.
But I'm impatient. I want next year to be NOW. Every day is a little harder than the next.
When I am rising, he's sleeping. When I'm sleeping, he's rising. We're under the same sky, eating the same food, breathing the same air, but the distance is unbearable. When will this end?
Monday, September 15
Kissed By Gods
For anyone who would like to see some of my writing, here it is:
http://www.webook.com/project/Kissed-By-Gods
http://www.webook.com/project/Kissed-By-Gods
Tuesday, August 19
Showing Vs. Telling
Ah, the age old rule- show, don't tell! This used to frustrate me so much. I wondered what exactly showing is. No one seemed able to explain it! Anyway, it looks like I eventually figured it out, because people are constantly complimenting me on my descriptive voice. So, I thought I'd post what method I use.
I tend to just write something first. Whatever comes out. And then I go back over it with a lice-comb. :-) Any words that cater to our senses- sight, sound, touch, taste, smell -seem to be applicable as "showing". It pulls the readers into the writing, I think, which is essentially what we're going for.
Also, metaphors work wonders. If you don't want to actually put metaphors into your writing, thinking in metaphors does help. Know what you want to describe, and then dig for the words that describe it. For example- blue eyes. Why just say they're blue? Are they icy and sharp? Deep, ocean blue and soul-bearing? Saying "Her blue eyes shone." is pretty straightforward. But it's also unimaginative. That counts as telling...right? Instead, I think like this: "The blue of the oceans filled her eyes, starry lights shimmering intensely beneath their surface." It just sounds better, doesn't it? Yep. I think so. :-)
Anyway, that's about all I have to say- cater to the sense. And any words that are picturesque and specific seem to apply to "showing".
Now, your turn! How would you explain showing vs. telling? And how do you keep from telling?
I tend to just write something first. Whatever comes out. And then I go back over it with a lice-comb. :-) Any words that cater to our senses- sight, sound, touch, taste, smell -seem to be applicable as "showing". It pulls the readers into the writing, I think, which is essentially what we're going for.
Also, metaphors work wonders. If you don't want to actually put metaphors into your writing, thinking in metaphors does help. Know what you want to describe, and then dig for the words that describe it. For example- blue eyes. Why just say they're blue? Are they icy and sharp? Deep, ocean blue and soul-bearing? Saying "Her blue eyes shone." is pretty straightforward. But it's also unimaginative. That counts as telling...right? Instead, I think like this: "The blue of the oceans filled her eyes, starry lights shimmering intensely beneath their surface." It just sounds better, doesn't it? Yep. I think so. :-)
Anyway, that's about all I have to say- cater to the sense. And any words that are picturesque and specific seem to apply to "showing".
Now, your turn! How would you explain showing vs. telling? And how do you keep from telling?
A Place To Write
Where do you write? Do you get better results in certain areas?
I've heard that many authors have certain areas that they go to write, where their creative juices flow the best. Personally, I usually find myself sprawled out on a blanket in the backyard under a sun-umbrella and listening to whatever music catches my interest at the time. But, when I have the bus fair *sniggers*, I enjoy sitting in a corner of a nearby coffee/gelato shop. It's peaceful, and all the smells and sounds somehow keep my creativity flowing. Not to mention the people are fun to watch, and great for ideas.
During the school year, I haunt the third floor of the science building at the local college. There are little tables squished into niches and alcoves along a hallway there. It's quiet, and very very peaceful. In general, I find it to be a good place to write- and they provide plugs for the ever-dying laptop! :-)
I'm curious to know, though. If anyone reads this blog- where do you write, and why?
I've heard that many authors have certain areas that they go to write, where their creative juices flow the best. Personally, I usually find myself sprawled out on a blanket in the backyard under a sun-umbrella and listening to whatever music catches my interest at the time. But, when I have the bus fair *sniggers*, I enjoy sitting in a corner of a nearby coffee/gelato shop. It's peaceful, and all the smells and sounds somehow keep my creativity flowing. Not to mention the people are fun to watch, and great for ideas.
During the school year, I haunt the third floor of the science building at the local college. There are little tables squished into niches and alcoves along a hallway there. It's quiet, and very very peaceful. In general, I find it to be a good place to write- and they provide plugs for the ever-dying laptop! :-)
I'm curious to know, though. If anyone reads this blog- where do you write, and why?
Sunday, August 17
The Mary-Sue Test
http://www.springhole.net/quizzes/marysue.htm#Part4
If nothing else, this is a fun bit of procrastination. It may also give some insight into characters. :-)
If nothing else, this is a fun bit of procrastination. It may also give some insight into characters. :-)
Saturday, August 16
Bottom Drawer Books
Well, my current "work-in-progress", Kissed By Gods, is about to become a bottom drawer book. All inspiration seems to have been sucked out of me, and I realize that, though I have a strong beginning and end, I have absolutely no middle. So, I'm setting it aside to work on later.
In the mean time, I need to continue on the final read-over-and-touch-up copy of A Mask of Beauty. And I've got some interesting story ideas...primarily one for something set in ancient Egypt. So maybe I'll start on those.
Don't you hate it, though, when the muse just seems to...lose interest? And then where do you go? Without inspiration, how can we write? It's a problem we all have, I'm sure. And while I don't believe in writer's block- I believe that we work ourselves into a frenzy of unwritability -I guess it's a similiar problem.
It's always kind of amazing, though, the things we find that were put aside as bottom drawer books. Occasionally, there's something really great in there.
So, to all of you who I presume aren't reading a word I'm posting, keep writing. :-)
In the mean time, I need to continue on the final read-over-and-touch-up copy of A Mask of Beauty. And I've got some interesting story ideas...primarily one for something set in ancient Egypt. So maybe I'll start on those.
Don't you hate it, though, when the muse just seems to...lose interest? And then where do you go? Without inspiration, how can we write? It's a problem we all have, I'm sure. And while I don't believe in writer's block- I believe that we work ourselves into a frenzy of unwritability -I guess it's a similiar problem.
It's always kind of amazing, though, the things we find that were put aside as bottom drawer books. Occasionally, there's something really great in there.
So, to all of you who I presume aren't reading a word I'm posting, keep writing. :-)
Sunday, August 3
Action!
ac·tion -noun. the process or state of acting or of being active
It seems to be general knowledge that every story MUST include a good bit of action. But neither I nor many fellow writers I am acquainted with are very good at writing action sequences. In my opinion, this stems from our habit of hiding away in dimly-lit places, typing away for hours on end. We don't DO a lot of action. Writers sit. Right? Right.
So how are we expected to write action? *sweat* With a LOT of work, it would seem.
If it's not done correctly, we end up with stage directions instead of a good fight. You've all read them: 'John swung. Bob ducked and stepped back. John rushed forward.' It reads very boring and tiresome, doesn't it? Anyone could see that. But an ongoing problem is how to FIX it!
I recently came up with a list of words that may be found in an action-y, kick-butt scene. Somehow, it helps me while writing these scenes to be able to have interesting vocabulary and better descriptions.
A: assail, aim
B: bang, batter(ed), blow, barge, bash, break, beat
C: claw, cut, catch, charge, chase
D: draw, dive, dart, dodge, dash, die, duck, duff up
E: edge, egg on
F: flinch, fly, fling, fall, face, flail, fend off, fire, flip, flog, freeze
G: grab, grapple, groan, grasp, growl, grate
H: hit, hoist, hack, hang, hold, hook, hunt
I:
J: jump, joust, jab, jar
K: kill, kick, keel, knock
L: leap, lunge, lash, latch, lay
M: move, meet, mount
N: nail
O:
P: pull, pick up, punch, prowl, pelt
Q: quiver
R: reign, rain, run, rise, race
S: sting, sit, side-step, skip, spring, sprint, spatter, shoot, smash, stab, slap, slam, swing, slump
T: turn, twist, tumble
U:
V: volley
W: whip, whirl
Anyone know any that I've missed?
It seems to be general knowledge that every story MUST include a good bit of action. But neither I nor many fellow writers I am acquainted with are very good at writing action sequences. In my opinion, this stems from our habit of hiding away in dimly-lit places, typing away for hours on end. We don't DO a lot of action. Writers sit. Right? Right.
So how are we expected to write action? *sweat* With a LOT of work, it would seem.
If it's not done correctly, we end up with stage directions instead of a good fight. You've all read them: 'John swung. Bob ducked and stepped back. John rushed forward.' It reads very boring and tiresome, doesn't it? Anyone could see that. But an ongoing problem is how to FIX it!
I recently came up with a list of words that may be found in an action-y, kick-butt scene. Somehow, it helps me while writing these scenes to be able to have interesting vocabulary and better descriptions.
A: assail, aim
B: bang, batter(ed), blow, barge, bash, break, beat
C: claw, cut, catch, charge, chase
D: draw, dive, dart, dodge, dash, die, duck, duff up
E: edge, egg on
F: flinch, fly, fling, fall, face, flail, fend off, fire, flip, flog, freeze
G: grab, grapple, groan, grasp, growl, grate
H: hit, hoist, hack, hang, hold, hook, hunt
I:
J: jump, joust, jab, jar
K: kill, kick, keel, knock
L: leap, lunge, lash, latch, lay
M: move, meet, mount
N: nail
O:
P: pull, pick up, punch, prowl, pelt
Q: quiver
R: reign, rain, run, rise, race
S: sting, sit, side-step, skip, spring, sprint, spatter, shoot, smash, stab, slap, slam, swing, slump
T: turn, twist, tumble
U:
V: volley
W: whip, whirl
Anyone know any that I've missed?
Saturday, August 2
Character Motivation
I recently read that there are eight types of character motivation. All actions can be catagorized into one of these motivation types. They are:
- Greed
- Love
- Duty
- Revenge
- Curiosity
- Self-Preservation
- Self-Discovery
- Boredom
I was really glad to find this. It's been a great help to me, when trying to figure out WHY a character does something. If you know that every action needs a motivation, it's great to know what those possible catagories of motivation are. I went through my manuscript, sticky-noting motivation types for major actions. It cleared up a lot of discrepancies and such that I'd had.
These types of motivation are a great tool to have around. Mine are sticky-noted to my monitor. :-)
- Greed
- Love
- Duty
- Revenge
- Curiosity
- Self-Preservation
- Self-Discovery
- Boredom
I was really glad to find this. It's been a great help to me, when trying to figure out WHY a character does something. If you know that every action needs a motivation, it's great to know what those possible catagories of motivation are. I went through my manuscript, sticky-noting motivation types for major actions. It cleared up a lot of discrepancies and such that I'd had.
These types of motivation are a great tool to have around. Mine are sticky-noted to my monitor. :-)
Thursday, July 31
Missing The Drama
So, I should be a senior in highschool this year. However, with two months left of my summer, the only thing I have to look forward to is another greuling quarter at the local community college. But that's great, right? Starting college early and all is a fantastic opportunity. Riiight.
Being seventeen and in college is nowhere near as fun as I thought it would be! It's hard work, and I'm having one hell of a time fitting in. Everybody is older. No big deal, I thought- age doesn't matter. And truly, it doesn't. Age is nothing but a number. However, at this point in my life, being surrounded by people who are older than myself, I suddenly feel very inexperienced. Someone very dear to me calls me a 'naive little writer'. I never really thought about it...it was just cute. But damn, does being in college at seventeen make me feel naive!
It's difficult too, to be myself and still try to be accepted. Most of my classmates don't know my age. I've always passed as being a little older than I am, so they assume I'm 19-20. But there are other problems with that, such as an inability to hang out with most people (men, especially) over 18. I don't mind, but they do, once they find out that I'm a minor. And while I'm not interested in romantic involvement, it puts a block on a lot of friendships, too.
Anyway, the summer is nearing an end, and I'm not at all looking forward to this quarter. I have one more biology class to take, and some philosophy and psychology classes that look interesting, as well as an ancient & medieval art class that looks fantastic. And yet, I'm going to miss my old friends, and the general drama of highschool!
I hated all that drama and nonsense while I was there, and never really got into any of it. It seemed pointless and immature. But being away from it all...I miss just being around the stupidity, even if I didn't partake (much!) in it. Sure, I'll be going back for my best friend's prom, but I don't get to see her every day like I used to either, and that's really irritating. I've just boughten my prom dress. I wish I was still around my old friends, though. It feels as though I should be worrying about dances and parties and SATs, and instead I've spent the last year worrying about passing college classes.
I guess some things just aren't all they're made out to be. But...this is an opportunity I couldn't pass up. This is my future I'm talking about. So I can't regret the decision to leave highschool two years early....right?
Being seventeen and in college is nowhere near as fun as I thought it would be! It's hard work, and I'm having one hell of a time fitting in. Everybody is older. No big deal, I thought- age doesn't matter. And truly, it doesn't. Age is nothing but a number. However, at this point in my life, being surrounded by people who are older than myself, I suddenly feel very inexperienced. Someone very dear to me calls me a 'naive little writer'. I never really thought about it...it was just cute. But damn, does being in college at seventeen make me feel naive!
It's difficult too, to be myself and still try to be accepted. Most of my classmates don't know my age. I've always passed as being a little older than I am, so they assume I'm 19-20. But there are other problems with that, such as an inability to hang out with most people (men, especially) over 18. I don't mind, but they do, once they find out that I'm a minor. And while I'm not interested in romantic involvement, it puts a block on a lot of friendships, too.
Anyway, the summer is nearing an end, and I'm not at all looking forward to this quarter. I have one more biology class to take, and some philosophy and psychology classes that look interesting, as well as an ancient & medieval art class that looks fantastic. And yet, I'm going to miss my old friends, and the general drama of highschool!
I hated all that drama and nonsense while I was there, and never really got into any of it. It seemed pointless and immature. But being away from it all...I miss just being around the stupidity, even if I didn't partake (much!) in it. Sure, I'll be going back for my best friend's prom, but I don't get to see her every day like I used to either, and that's really irritating. I've just boughten my prom dress. I wish I was still around my old friends, though. It feels as though I should be worrying about dances and parties and SATs, and instead I've spent the last year worrying about passing college classes.
I guess some things just aren't all they're made out to be. But...this is an opportunity I couldn't pass up. This is my future I'm talking about. So I can't regret the decision to leave highschool two years early....right?
Let Us Go Where Time Stops
Let us go then, you and I,
When evening stretches onward
And the sun drops from the sky.
Let us go, through half-deserted streets,
Past cardboard restaurants
And cheap one-night hotels.
Let us go now, my love,
While the night lies, seductive, before us.
Before the day breaks, let us go.
Onward, ever onward let us go!
To that secret destination-
The paradise we’ve built.
And there indeed we will find time,
Time to prepare a smile for the faces that we meet,
Time to murder hate and time to love, create.
Time to escape from the world
To our infinite destiny- Fate!
Time to love, to laugh, in bliss to live.
There we will find time for you and time for me,
For a hundred million indecisions,
But ne’er a moment for a single doubt.
And indeed there will be time,
To wonder "Do I dare?" and "Do I dare?"
Time to turn and glance behind.
And time for indecisions and revisions
Which in only a minute will a minute reverse-
To ever-changing, ever-shifting confusion of the mind.
So let us go, quickly now, my beloved,
To the place where our dreams are made.
Let us go, together, as one, for now the night grows late.
For there we shall find the time we need,
And hold the very seeds of forever in our hands
To twist and manipulate as we so please.
Let us go, while watching eyes remain closed in sleep,
To steal away to our hidden, secret place-
That shelter which we keep, where our love was born.
Let us go now, beloved,
For only in eternity can we find the purest joy,
And only when we go there shall our love truly flourish.
When evening stretches onward
And the sun drops from the sky.
Let us go, through half-deserted streets,
Past cardboard restaurants
And cheap one-night hotels.
Let us go now, my love,
While the night lies, seductive, before us.
Before the day breaks, let us go.
Onward, ever onward let us go!
To that secret destination-
The paradise we’ve built.
And there indeed we will find time,
Time to prepare a smile for the faces that we meet,
Time to murder hate and time to love, create.
Time to escape from the world
To our infinite destiny- Fate!
Time to love, to laugh, in bliss to live.
There we will find time for you and time for me,
For a hundred million indecisions,
But ne’er a moment for a single doubt.
And indeed there will be time,
To wonder "Do I dare?" and "Do I dare?"
Time to turn and glance behind.
And time for indecisions and revisions
Which in only a minute will a minute reverse-
To ever-changing, ever-shifting confusion of the mind.
So let us go, quickly now, my beloved,
To the place where our dreams are made.
Let us go, together, as one, for now the night grows late.
For there we shall find the time we need,
And hold the very seeds of forever in our hands
To twist and manipulate as we so please.
Let us go, while watching eyes remain closed in sleep,
To steal away to our hidden, secret place-
That shelter which we keep, where our love was born.
Let us go now, beloved,
For only in eternity can we find the purest joy,
And only when we go there shall our love truly flourish.
Musical Therapy
So, I helped a friend move out of her house yesterday. There was a lot of cleaning and packing involved...the usual strenuous last-day-to-move-out.
And yet, in a house with no A/C, sweating and practically dying of heat and fatigue, I still had fun. Why? Because I'm a little insane... haha. Well that's beside the point. :-) But it was because of music, I think. I had my headphones on the entire time, rockin' out and having a great time, despite the discomfort and stress of the day's activities.
A little later that same day, I ran down to the corner store to buy drinks for everyone- with their own money, of course! :-) Through three alleys and two parking lots, I danced, with my mp3 player up as loud as it goes. When, in my old sandals, I tripped, I simply laughed and kept on dancing. When I got to the convenience store, I didn't notice the woman behind the counter. She was Indian...and so small and quiet that she was almost unnoticable. Anyway, I can only imagine what she was thinking when -believing I was alone- I came dancing (badly!) into her store. She looked at me like I was nuts, and proceeded to laugh uncontrollably at my embarrassment. I agree, it was funny!
There's a point to all of this nonsense- that music is a medicine for the soul. I mean, think about it. Your mood often reflects what you listen to. And listening to a catchy, happy tune can put nearly anyone in a good mood. Music works wonders. It certainly keeps my from fighting with my dad so much, when I've been listening to something good recently. Furthermore, music can bring about a sense of nostalgia. I remember every song I've been shared from those closest to me, and hearing them always makes me smile. It's a trip down memory lane to listen to some of them, and a select few are tangled up with SO many emotions...
In closing, music can work wonders for a person's attitude and demeanor. I think we ought to be allowing music more in schools and workplaces. Let 'em keep the headphones on! It may just lead to less bickering and irritable coworkers!
And yet, in a house with no A/C, sweating and practically dying of heat and fatigue, I still had fun. Why? Because I'm a little insane... haha. Well that's beside the point. :-) But it was because of music, I think. I had my headphones on the entire time, rockin' out and having a great time, despite the discomfort and stress of the day's activities.
A little later that same day, I ran down to the corner store to buy drinks for everyone- with their own money, of course! :-) Through three alleys and two parking lots, I danced, with my mp3 player up as loud as it goes. When, in my old sandals, I tripped, I simply laughed and kept on dancing. When I got to the convenience store, I didn't notice the woman behind the counter. She was Indian...and so small and quiet that she was almost unnoticable. Anyway, I can only imagine what she was thinking when -believing I was alone- I came dancing (badly!) into her store. She looked at me like I was nuts, and proceeded to laugh uncontrollably at my embarrassment. I agree, it was funny!
There's a point to all of this nonsense- that music is a medicine for the soul. I mean, think about it. Your mood often reflects what you listen to. And listening to a catchy, happy tune can put nearly anyone in a good mood. Music works wonders. It certainly keeps my from fighting with my dad so much, when I've been listening to something good recently. Furthermore, music can bring about a sense of nostalgia. I remember every song I've been shared from those closest to me, and hearing them always makes me smile. It's a trip down memory lane to listen to some of them, and a select few are tangled up with SO many emotions...
In closing, music can work wonders for a person's attitude and demeanor. I think we ought to be allowing music more in schools and workplaces. Let 'em keep the headphones on! It may just lead to less bickering and irritable coworkers!
Tuesday, July 29
Reaching For Stars
I seek to change the world.
A bold statement, yes. Can one change the world? Perhaps. After all, we all live in this world. To change or affect one individual's life is to, in a sense, change a little bit of the world.
So, through my writing, I want to change something. Leave an impression behind me. Make people think. Perhaps I will not go far. I understand this, but I do not accept it. I believe I can change the world, one page at a time, one word at a time.
The dreamers of today are the faces of tomorrow. How we live will effect our lives, and the lives of our children, and our children's children. So let's not be afraid to dream a little. What is it they say? "Shoot for the moon; even if you fall short, you'll land among the stars." To me, this simply means to reach for your dreams. Who knows? We just might make it.
I'm just another writer, just another dream among millions. And if I don't succeed, so be it. I will have lived my life doing what I love best- writing. Anyone else with me? Let's create tomorrow together.
A bold statement, yes. Can one change the world? Perhaps. After all, we all live in this world. To change or affect one individual's life is to, in a sense, change a little bit of the world.
So, through my writing, I want to change something. Leave an impression behind me. Make people think. Perhaps I will not go far. I understand this, but I do not accept it. I believe I can change the world, one page at a time, one word at a time.
The dreamers of today are the faces of tomorrow. How we live will effect our lives, and the lives of our children, and our children's children. So let's not be afraid to dream a little. What is it they say? "Shoot for the moon; even if you fall short, you'll land among the stars." To me, this simply means to reach for your dreams. Who knows? We just might make it.
I'm just another writer, just another dream among millions. And if I don't succeed, so be it. I will have lived my life doing what I love best- writing. Anyone else with me? Let's create tomorrow together.
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