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.

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.

HOW THE [censored] CAN YOU SAY NO TO THAT!?

-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.

ONWARD I GO TO PUBLISHING! GOODBYE EVERYONE FOR NOW AND HAPPY SINGLES AWARENESS DAY!

Dealing With Hate

IMMA HATER!!! RAWR!!!

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


Haters. 


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.

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.

I Remembered Why I Like Writing So Much! (And I Re-named My Computer Ganondorf)

Okay, so the second part of that title was not something you needed to know. But I just had to say it, because Pedro turned evil. He knew I wanted to replace him so he made everything I do so much harder. And thus, I name him after the most evil man of all time. Ganondorf.

But I digress. Onto the good stuff. 

My online activity has been sparse as of late, and I sincerely apologize for it. I'd like to say it was for good reason, but it was not. I was off-line because I was being a baby. I got my first few rejections and started to whine and pout and think that my writing wasn't all that good. I saw serious flaws in my plot line and used that as an excuse to give up. I might as well be a monkey.

But despair not! For this is no pity party!

Because I remembered why I did this whole publishing thing to begin with to begin with, why I ever took a pen to a page and started to scribble! Because I have no friends! Haha, just kidding. I have Pedro. No, it's because I just can't stop day dreaming, and I can't stop telling people about my day dreams! And since my voice is just to beautiful for this world to take, I couldn't express my feelings in song. I had to start writing. Guys, I was literally born to write, no joke. And what, I'm going to give up three years of blood sweat and tears for a rejection or two? No.

This part's for all of you in a rut out there. 

Get off your butt (or on, if your a writer like me), start cranking pandora, AND DON'T LET AN-Y-THING GET IN THE WAY OF YOUR DREAMS! Please, I beg you, just don't give up. The world needs more of you, so stop being so selfish and spread the love! We're waiting for you, and we've waited long enough. Don't believe me? Well, let me tell you a few things I'm sick of. I'm sick of the generic girl falls in love with sexy boy who has super powers story, (for pete sakes, let the girl be able to fly, and let the boy have some freckles or buck teeth). I'm sick of pop songs so auto-tuned that they're closer to techno. (Can't we all just agree on dubstep?) I'm sick of tie-dye shirts and sweat pants. (What ever happened to just dressing nicely when you go out?) So please, I'm on my knees begging you, along with many others all over the world, save us you dreamers daring to be different!

I LOVE YOU ALL OKAY GOOD NIGHT!
:3

My So Called "Process"

Do not rant about queries do not rant about queries do not rant about queries

Oh, hey.

Didn't see you th-NO I WASN'T THINKING ABOUT COMPLAINING ABOUT QUERIES AND THE BUTT SCRATCHING MONKIES THAT KEEP REJECTING ME!!!!

Shut up, I wasn't even thinking about it.

....

You know what I was thinking about? Because it wasn't writing queries
or sending them
or getting rejected
or trying to become a zombie to make it all easier
or how many hugs my mom will give me before she starts getting sick of my neediness.

I was thinking how I wrote my first quer-BOOK! I was thinking about how I wrote my first book.

Yeah, here it is.
Title- I like the word Scrapper. I should use it as a name. Better yet, I'll make it a book.

First sentence-Dragons! This will be about Dragons! It's so obvious, even from the first line. OHMIGOSH why is Mom watching Pysch without me?

First Chapter-Where the heck did that go? Thieves? What happened to the dragons? No one's going to read this. Might as well give up.

Third Chapter-Wow. I've never written this much before. Maybe I'll actually finish this. Probably not. Should just move on to the next story.

Chapter Six-Persistant little monkey, won't leave me alone!

Chapter Twelve-What's an outline?

Chatper Nineteen-I can't beileve it! I'm going to finish a book! OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG! HEY LOOK! SHINY! FOLLOW SHINY!

Chaper Twenty-Hmmm...when was the last time I ate?

Chapter Twenty-One- YES BOOYA I'M AWESOME I RULE I'M THE FREAKING BEST CAN'T TOUCH THIS!!!!!! Haha, that was great.

One year later-Hmmm....It says here I need to send out something called a "query" to get an agent. Ha, easy. People are already begging to read my book, getting an agent will be easy. Just gotta polish it up a bit.

If only I knew......
(See what I did there? It's called foreshadowing. I learned that when I wrote the book.)

My First Rejection Follow Up: Why People Sometimes Rock

Remember post I put up today? Well, here's an explanation.
Today during class I got my first rejection letter.
Ten minutes later I got my second.
A half an hour later I got my third.

But that's not what's important. How my friends responded is important.

ShellyCullen: (aka my bestest writer friend who writes some kick-[censored] romance!) - Look Becca, it said they don't have the time for you. That doesn't mean you suck. It doesn't even count.

Casey: They didn't spell unfortunately right, obviously they are illiterate.

Faith: They don't know what they're missing! Keep your head up and preserver!

Raquel: I'd love to sympathize with you Becca, but you really need to stop querying idiots.

Tabby: THE PUBLISHING INDUSTRY WILL CRUSH YOUR BALLS BUT YOU WILL HAVE A BEST SELLER SOMEDAY AND THEN YOU WILL CALL ALL THE AGENTS THAT TURNED YOU DOWN AND SHOUT IN THEIR FACES [CENSORED] YEAH! [CENSORED] YOU!

Good ol'Pops: Your Dad's (referring to himself) pretty smart, don't you think? (Awkwardly turned my head around, but he didn't notice). Well, when I got out of law school blah blah blah got rejected a lot and made wallpaper. Don't give up on your dreams.

Sister: Go away Becca.

Mommy: (Just held out her arms and gave me a hug, letting me scream vengeance into her shoulder. Moms rock.)


The moral of the story, kiddies, is that when publishing sucks moms rock.