NaNoWriMo Week Three in Review

Father's Day+ Bffl birthday+ friend birthday/Feed My Starving Children volunteering+ DDR+ Zelda= OMGOSH I HAVE SO MUCH WORK TO CATCH UP ON WAIT IT CAN'T BE MIDNIGHT YET I ONLY HAVE 1000 WORDS AND WOULD EVERYONE PLEASE STOP EMAILING ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Cooking with Sean and Becca! (NaNoWriMo Week Two In Review)

A Quick Heads Up!

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Week One NaNoWriMo Review (Get ready to cry of boredom) And Other Boring News

A Quick Apology to All My Followers

Hi Monkeys, I have to apologize to you.

Being the despicable person that I am, I have not posted lately. I know, you're heart broken. You've missed me, and you wish I was there more often to distract you while your kangaroo continues to throw potatoes at your fish. But I have been busy with ACT's and finishing up junior year. And it gets worse. I'm doing Camp Nano...in both June and August...and I'm doing official in November....DON'T YOU DARE CLICK THAT UNSUBSCRIBE BUTTON!!!!

Yes, okay! I am going to be extensively busy. But that doesn't mean I have forsaken you! I am going to try, at least, to keep up with my blogs! I'll post comics or short stories or something! I'm just warning you, okay! It might be a bit sporadic!

OKAYILOVEYOUPLEASEBEPATIENTWITHMEHAVEANICEWEEKENDGOODBYE!

Inspiration

So, want some sure-fire ways to get inspiration? Think it's too darn hard to get your muse to do as you please? WELL THEN I'VE SOLUTION FOR YOU!

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If only it were that easy. 


Now, I've done a previous post on how people write but now I feel like getting into the nitty gritty of inspiration. Getting inspiration for your writing, it's a broad topic and everyone has a different view on it. But here are some things that I find help when I'm stuck.

1) Car ride.
Something about moving scenery helps to get my brain juices flowing. Maybe it'll help you too. Plus, I don't know about you, but I see some pretty weird things when I'm driving down the road. For real, it's scary. Makes me double check my locks at night.

2) A nice cup of tea. 
It clears your mind, helps you focus, and makes you feel fancy. (I kid you not, sometimes I find myself drinking with my pinky up.) Not only that but it grounds you in place, makes you think in the here and now. Whenever your mind starts to stray you unconsciously take a sip and are all like OMG I'M WORKING SHUT UP MONKEY.

3) TV
But Becca, TV is for idiots. But Monkey, TV is comprised of over fifty bagillion stories that take fundamentally less time then books. And you know what, they came from writers too.

4) Video Games (namely RPG's)
I'm talking Zelda, Final Fantasy, Kingdom Hearts, etc. They are an interactive combination of media and writing, and as such qualify as decent sources of inspiration. Just....don't go overboard.

What do you do when needing your muse to obey you?

LAZEY

Guys, I'm so lazy with my blogs that it's not even funny. I'M SO SORRY!!!!

I'm just going to post another story.

Why are you Afraid of People?

            I sit at my computer, brand new and still downloading the files from the old one. Jennifer Knapp plays in the background, her blasphemous praise fills the silence. Den lies on my bed, reading one of my literary journals.

            “I thought you were staying at Raven’s tonight.” I remark.

            “Too difficult.” He turns the page. “Her mom constantly comes in her room.”

            “I see.” I say, staring at the copy pending window on my screen and thinking more of my stories.

            He closes the book, turning to me. “Do you want me to leave?”

            “No.” I say. “You can stay if it’s easier.”

            He stares for a moment, it seems he has more to say. But he slowly turns back to the journal. An hour passes before he shuts it again.

            “Why?”

            “Why what?”

            “Why is it easier to hide here then it is at Raven’s? Don’t your parents care about you?”

            “I’m sure if I asked they would hang out with me.”

            “Why don’t you?”

            “I’m not a people person.”

            “You socialize fine.”

            “At school, where I need too.”

            “You hang out with me and Raven all the time.”

            “I like you and Raven.”

            “But not other people.”

            I shrug.

            “Why are you so afraid of people?”

            “It’s just the way I came to know them.”

            “Through fear?”

            “Nothing’s perfect.”

            “But you don’t want to be alone.”

            “I don’t want to be hurt even more.”

            “You don’t seem to have that fear with Raven.”

            “She’s already done her worst.”

            “What?”

            I sigh, opening a drawer in my desk and rummaging through. I pick it up with a careful caress and toss it to Den. Confused, he opens it and I watch as his eyes trail across the page, widening with each word.

            “Raven did not write this.” He drops it like burning coal.

            “Ask her about it.”

            “Not Raven Lynn.”

            “It was around the time Trish died.”

            “But still…” His face scrunches. “She’s too nice to write those words.”

            “She’s grown so much.”

            “Had I gotten that note from anyone, I would never speak to them again.”

            “I didn’t have many options at the time.”

            That statement in it of itself was so incredibly lonely.

            He looks at me with pain, I don’t show signs of a reaction. It was a long time ago and I really don’t care about it anymore. Everyone does stupid, hurtful things to the ones they love the most. I’d be stupid to claim to be any better.

            After a while I return to the computer where everything is downloaded and pull up a word document, getting to work. All is silent again.

            “…But what about me?” He whispers, like it’s a secret.

            I stop for a moment and think of the words I could use to explain it, why I don’t push him away. But the words come to me naturally, it seems obvious in fact.

            “You just seem as invisible as me.”