Tuesday, February 21, 2012

The Video I'm In!

As promised, the video I helped a friend with. (Hint: I'm the taller one with the red hair and leather jacket.) Enjoy!

By the way...I do not sound like that in real life.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Becca On: Waking Up On The Wrong Side of The Bed (...every day this week -_-)

Guys, ever had those weeks where nothing seems to go right? Where you start to honestly believe that the universe is plotting against you? Yeah, of course you have. Well, I'm here to tell you, me too.

So, to make you feel better, I've made a list of things that have damaged my writer's pride in the last week. or just damaged pride in general. It's to help both me and you.

Damaged Me Pride:

-The girl that it took two years to finish two chapters in her book thinks that she's a better writer then me.
-Can't take rejection without immediately needing a hug.
-Stood up in front of ACT Prep class and messed up on a grammar question.
-Book was called Twilight...again.
-Can't write journalism.
-Did 17 conversion questions when I only needed to do 6 (took me four hours).
-Getting a D in gym for no reason.
-Second Writing Meeting canceled because of one person, had to go to awkward family reunion where everyone knows everyone except me.
-Fighting with cause of cancellation of Writing Meeting.
-Misspelled writing on business cards. (Ordered 250, didn't realize it until it arrived on my doorstep.)
-Got rejected by Super Agent.
-Got rejected by six more agents.
-Internet is a spam-a-sourus.
-"Please tell me all of our problems in the most awkward way possible" seems to be tattooed on my forehead, and people I don't know at all take it very seriously. PERSON A: My ex-boyfriend is in jail. ME:...Well, it's nice to meet you too. Let's jump right into this algebra, shall we?
-Mom has Bazinga-ed me twice and I haven't been able to get her back yet.
-Did too well on my History project, now have to spend a day that could be spent on writing and queries at a history fair at another school.
-Somehow still doing awful in History despite this.
-Mom won't buy dog, despite me showing her the following picture of my little brother.
-Still stuck up in my room writing due to Ganondorf''s evil broken back light.

If you can't tell, I'm kinda in the mental and self-esteem dumps right now. But, as a shining ray of hope this week, despite having barely any time to do so I have been rocking at the whole writing thing lately. I've knocked off the LONGEST chapter I've ever written in my life in the third book of The Order of Vemberia Series Vemberia: The Call of War. (20 pages on Word Doc.) And I'm finding myself able to do short stories for the first time in my life. And on Sunday I helped my director friend Josh make a parody video about killing Justin Bieber, in which I am a screaming fan girl. (I get to punch him!) If all goes well, the video should air this Friday. I'll post it up if it does.


Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Dealing With Hate

It's part of every author's career. Heck, it's part of everyone's life in general.


People who love to cut down others. People who think their so important that they need to share their bad opinions with everyone. People who you just want to squish their faces! They're everywhere.

I'm not talking about rejections in publishing or people who give you criticism, constructive or otherwise. I'm talking about people who just flat out say that your work sucks, or that you suck. That your not going anywhere. THE NEH SAYERS! AND I'M NOT SPEAKING HORSE EITHER!

But in this story, your the heroin, they're the petty little bully who always end up with their just desserts. (Muahahahahahahaha!) So don't let it get to you, okay? Just remember, dreams are for those who put the effort in them, not those who waste their time trying to stop you. Get it yet? You rock. I love you. I've never met you, but I love you. I would cry if you gave up. So show me the hater in your life. They are about to get a very strongly-worded letter.

But also, remember to pity them a little. I mean, someone has to be the antagonist, and it's a pretty sucky job. (Unless your the Joker.) I mean, think about it, in the end they end up with nothing. They're forever dramatically falling off of cliffs or getting stabbed in the heart or shot. And sometimes they don't even deserve it. -_- So yeah, go ahead and feel sorry for them. Just don't fall in love. And don't take it personally when they shoot you, it's their job after all.

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Got Mah Hair Dyed!!!

The girl with the blow dryer, she made me lick a sock.
I know what your wondering.
Becca, your so level headed and mature, why would you do something so impulsive?
Well, Timmy, I did it for the same reason I have my ears double pierced with a cartilage piercing, or why my friends have tattoos. No, not because we're sluts. Because of artistic expression.
Most people, like my dad, don't really get it. What part of altering your perfectly fine god given features could be constituted as art? Well, it sets you out as an individual in my opinion. It says that you dared to change a part of yourself, no matter what other people thought. It says you want to try something new, something different. It's, in a very basic sense, a figure of self expression. Art happens to be that, self expression I mean.
Now aside from the occasional snarky comic, I'm not much of an artist myself. I'm decent at drawing but no where near professional, my paintings rival those of preschoolers, I can't sculpt to save my mom's life. So I try my best in other things, such as video editing and writing. Those are where my true artistic talents lie.

Still, doesn't hurt to try being a ginger. After all, having a soul would only get in the way of surviving publishing.