Stress Less, Write More

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

New Life

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.

If you cant read it, it says: "Mikela, Prom?"
My dog is sitting on the question mark.

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.

What was originally sitting in the question mark! In it's box of course. 🙂

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