In the next chapter of my story.. I wrote a poem. Well in the story it is a song, it needs a bit of work still, but I remember writing it, it always felt very strange. I almost had a tune in my head, but if I ever tried to sing it it sounded silly. Its still a little idle wish to be able to sing this… But the problem is to find something that sounds like a nursury rhyme but is still slightly sinister. For my one loyal follower, I shall post the story part when I get home, but here is a small teaser in the form of my explination/disclaimer.
Actually, I think I am skipping over a chapter while I think about this.. But the first chapter – it opens with the Lady in Waiting Delaney rambling in a tired sort of daze. And I dont really like how she says what she says, its too contrived. So I might just leave that part out and put those details that she shares in later, in a more natural way.
If you have never written a novel, (or attempted to write, you are really never finished with a novel, no matter what you think, you can always improve it), you should try. It is a very sort of freeing experience. Well it is for those of us born with so many stories in our heads that they spill out in our dreams, so we dream things like carnivals, and this very strange machine.. that my sister was shot through – like some clear tube? And then she was performing in this glass box with other clowns and she was dressed like a clown. If you have never had any dreams like that, you are lucky but I also feel sort of bad for you. They are very strange and confusing, but so vivid and real that you think that you are in reality until you wake up and look back. They also make me question on a daily basis if everything I know is a dream and I am going to wake up as a 6-year-old, anticipating the life I might live ten years in the future.
So the point (hahaha) of this ramble, is to explain to you some of the things writing a novel, really writing one, with organized thought before hand, can do for you. When you write a novel, you have to build up to something and add in tantalizing facts throuout the story, so the readers learn about what is happening in a natural way. You cant just ramble along until you figure out where you are going, the readers will get bored.
The problem however – is that everything has been done. To write a novel you need one singular lightbulb sort of idea that sparks a story, and you write because you have to get it out or you will explode. That is why I write. It has only happened to me twice, ergo two, partially finished novels. So if that ever happens to you, get it out before you foreget where you are going. And if you have an end but not a beginning, write it down! Never say – oh I’ll write it later when I have time. I hate when I do that but then later I forget why I had that spark of insight into my own imagination.
So this was supposed to lead into chapter two of Lights (the name-in-consideration for my second novel), but I think I shall leave it as a stream of conscious little rant about writing your ideas down and having the guts to try and write a novel and see where it leads. You might find yourself famous like the goddess that is J.K. Rowling 😉
People are a lot more creative then we give them credit for, even if there really are only seven original stories, the variations are fantastic.
Title Borrowed From: Kristen Lamb’s Blog
You can’t force poetry. It doesn’t fall from the sky. An it definitely can’t be written in class when everyone is shouting about sports and smoothies.
I hate this exercise. The teacher (sub in this case) tells everyone to write a poem, and everyone punches out 8 or 10 lines about Starbucks. Or shoes. Or butterflies.
Poetry is either ridiculous or a direct window to your soul. No, I would not like to share that with the class.
These are the titles that I am hearing in class – “Ode to Gatorade”. “Ode to Jamba Juice”. “Ode to Retrospect”. Well, that last one could be good, depending on what’s written. And from what the boy shared with me – it wasn’t.
And also, why odes??? Such a lame idea.. Something important to you. I don’t want to share with the class what is most important to me.
What do we learn from writing odes? It’s just a chance for the jock to write something “hilarious” and think they are cool, and for the rest of us to humiliate ourselves.
And I hate rhyming.
So this post is redundant because I just posted, but really I wrote that last little story a week ago, I just needed to type it up and load the picture, and as I left my laptop at work accidentally, that had to wait a bit. But I really wanted to talk about this. My mother and I recently had a very good talk about life.. and I just wanted to share some of the things that I learned from her and from thinking.
First – what happened this most recent Thursday:
My boyfriend (best friend, soul mate, the most perfect person in the universe) just recently asked me to prom.
Which was SO adorable. We get practically NO snow here, and this was a surprise snow day on the Thursday before spring break. We did have to go back to school on Friday, which was actually good, because I got to show of this.
It is so beautiful and I was (am) so happy!
Now, I know this sounds like every other teenager on the planet, but – love is possible even as young as I am. Don’t assume that because of age our feelings are inconsequential and wont last. All love should be given the benefit of the doubt. Prejudice about age is the same kind of prejudice for interracial love and same gender love. I know a lot of high school relationships don’t last, but just because yours might have not, doesn’t mean that two people who fell in love in high school cannot be happily in love for the rest of their lives. If we gave people the benefit of the doubt more often then we could be a lot more supportive of each other.
Now obviously I am posting this because of some prejudice I am experiencing, from some people very close to me.
On the other hand, teenagers, remember how hard it is for your parents to let you go. Its confusing and difficult, especially when they realize that you aren’t a child anymore, they hold on even tighter. Letting go isn’t easy for anyone. And that is essentially what parents have to do when you grow and move away from them. They have to let you become your own person, and then you both have to find new identities. You are no longer so much parent and child, but individual people.
Growing up is terrifying and thrilling at the same time.. But I have realized that its best done in moderation. I don’t want to alienate my parents by instantly growing up, and I couldn’t handle it anyways. I still rely on them for most things. But – I am 16. I have a job, and a boyfriend, and a life just waiting to be lived. I can’t wait to get to it, but I cant help wanting to delay it just a bit. Being a child is comforting. No one judges you for crying, for wanting your daddy to hug you, for not being able to go somewhere because your mom said so.
There is a certain magic about being a teenager. You get to be a child and yet grown up at the same time. It really is a wonderful age. You can still be immature and you don’t have to pay rent. You don’t need to do taxes, or buy groceries. You can spend your money on clothes and coffee. You can make mistakes and it wont destroy your life.
So to all the teenagers out there – don’t rush to grow up. And to all the parents – don’t hold back your children (too much 😉 ), because then they will rush away from you.
Life is always about happy mediums, as I said before in my post What I Learned This Week, and our job as families is to find it. There is nothing more important than being loved – as cheesy as it may sound. And anyone who reads this – please please take that away. Never push away your family or friends.
I am lucky to be loved so much and I know it. I will never let anyone I love go.
I just wish everyone knew how much they really are loved and appreciated it.
From the lyrics of Big Yellow Taxi: “Don’t it always seem to go, that you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone?”
Title Borrowed from: Blog of Adventure
I’ll be the first to say that I haven’t had heaps of life experience. There are many bloggers that are middle aged plus, sharing their life experiences with the world. Giving their opinions and hoping to help others live their lives better, with humor, advice, and knowledge. At 16 years of age, I can’t lend my experienced and wisdom to the the younger generation, because I am the younger generation.
But – I do have my own type of wisdom, sort of a beginners luck type of thing. Life – whatever it may bring, is happening to me now. Everything I think about is current, I am at the beginning of everything, and am just barely starting to figure things out.
That is why this title is especially applicable. I could talk about basically anything and everything with “What I Learned This Week.” I could, but I want to talk about people.
Optimist, pessimist, realist. You can’t really generalize the human population besides calling us “the human population”, but I think that everyone fits somewhere on this scale. There are obvious problems with all three of these extremes. Too optimistic and you aren’t realistic enough to succeed. Too pessimistic and you are too negative to enjoy life. Too realistic and you won’t be able to hope and dream.
To me it seems that where you are on this ↓ venn diagram influences what happens to you. That whole golden rule; treat others how you wish to be treated. Likewise, your attitude on life determines what happens to you.
Today in orchestra our conductor kept telling us to visualize the note before we played it. He talked about how he always saw a high G as a diamond, and our section leader said she saw it as a shining green bubble. But for me, I just visualized myself playing perfectly and then I did.
I think I am mostly an optimist, and I know I can be very unrealistic at times, and there are definitely times where I feel like nothing will ever be okay. But I do have hopes and dreams, many. And I think about them every day, almost willing them into existence. That’s how I know they are going to happen, because I believe they will, and am willing to make them happen.
My goals are realistic of course, if not a bit ordinary. A home, a quiet secure life, and a family. I don’t need to be extraordinary, though sometimes it scares me that I might not make a difference.. I think that scares us all.
There is also another philosophy of sorts, borrowed from someone very important to me, that makes sense. If you expect the worst, then anything that happens will just be better. In his own words, “If you expect the worst and it can only get better, so in the meantime take it all in knowing that it’s all downhill regardless of where you are or where you started.” Which does make sense, but I can’t help but get my hopes up for everything and get ridiculously excited for things, and then end up getting crushed sometimes.. But I would rather be ridiculous than cautious anyways.
I know there are people that feel like the world is out to get them and that they got dealt the worst hand possible and they will never be able to make something of themselves. I never want to tell anyone how to live their lives, and I know not many will actually read this, but what happens to you, depends on your attitude. It really is that simple. Opportunity helps definitely, but you can always make things better – and worse.
I didn’t really come into this post with a major point to make, just an idea of optimism, pessimism, and a desire to use a venn diagram. I have a lot of things to say, and no particular order in which to say them. I don’t believe in rough drafts, and I write stream of conscious, but that is better for these sorts of posts any who. My brain is so full of ideas and things to share and try to explain, because as I explain things I am filled with a feeling of assurance, like maybe I do have opinions and what I have to say might be worth something. Following that I leave you with a Chinese proverb:
You really do learn something best when you teach it to someone else.
Title Borrowed From: The Life of Jamie
There is something beautiful about grey. Almost all my clothes are some shade of it. I love black and white photos, they seem mysterious and classic. But they aren’t really “black and white”, they are shades of grey, otherwise there would be no definition.
I have fallen in love. He is smart, kind, funny, amazing, and perfect for me in every way. We say things at the same time. We love the same things and love the same way.
He tells me that he sees the world in black and white, right and wrong. I see it in shades of grey. I see good and bad as well, in everything, but for me they can’t be separated, they run together like paint and create, not fifty, but thousands of shades of grey.
In my short time on this earth, I have learned more about life and myself with him than I ever did before I met him. He is so certain about who he is and how he is, that it makes me want to know who I am in order to more understand him.
Not only does he love me, but he encourages me, unintentionally, to be a better person. Because I know him so well, I can see things through his eyes and understand a whole different way to think and understand, if not the exact same way to be.
Title Borrowed From: Life in Boomer Lane
Starting a blog. This is probably one of the most difficult things in the world, right up there with telling a boy you like them in middle school and making those no-bake cookies taste right.
Whilst reading “101+ Killer Blog Posts” I came upon the word “niche” over 30 times. Okay, what I need was a niche, a topic, a purpose, just one good starting idea. I need a seed. Time will tell if what I write is “Just Another WordPress.com Site”, or something worth reading and sharing.
The name of my blog, “The Title Borrower”, means just that. This is my seed: to go to a blog, (one I have subscribed to, something freshly pressed, or a commenter’s blog from one of the aforementioned), and pick a post. I will
steal borrow their title and write on it. We’ll see how it goes. I might write a quick story or part of one, a poem, a real life occurrence, but connect it to the title. That way I’m not just floating in the giant bay of ideas that swim out there.
I hope now that you are at least intrigued and might consider revisiting this blog at a later date, to give a new blogger an audience to try her hand at writing. Here it goes…
Title Borrowed From: The Doodle House