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Monday, June 28, 2010
Revision
Revision, as I have learned, is the art of taking something that's already perfectly fine in the first place and completely destroying it in the hopes that doing so will somehow make it better.
For example:
As I have said about 15,000 times before, I am in the process of writing a series of fairy-tale stories. The first one was finished in November of 2008, and I just started my ninth. The problem is, however, that I went back and re-read the four original stories. And since then, all I've been doing is going back to rewrite those. I started my rewrite of Snow White this week. My original Snow White I did in about two weeks, and I wrote the whole ending in about five minutes.
Let's just say if I had to pick a "Worst Story I Have Ever Written", that would be it.
This week, I also finished my rough draft of Rumplestiltskin, which I started work on in November. (NOVEMBER!!! NOVEMBER!!! NOVEMBER!!!) Admittedly, there was an incident in which I accidentally deleted all nine pages of my original draft, and then I took about a two-month hiatus to finish Rapunzel, but still!!! I've been working on this one story for nearly six months, and I still have to go back and revise!!! What's worse, I don't even really even like this story!!!
So, hopefully, Rumplestiltskin will be ready for reading by the time I leave for vacation July 24th. And if not, well, maybe I should take up a new hobby. Like knitting.
For example:
As I have said about 15,000 times before, I am in the process of writing a series of fairy-tale stories. The first one was finished in November of 2008, and I just started my ninth. The problem is, however, that I went back and re-read the four original stories. And since then, all I've been doing is going back to rewrite those. I started my rewrite of Snow White this week. My original Snow White I did in about two weeks, and I wrote the whole ending in about five minutes.
Let's just say if I had to pick a "Worst Story I Have Ever Written", that would be it.
This week, I also finished my rough draft of Rumplestiltskin, which I started work on in November. (NOVEMBER!!! NOVEMBER!!! NOVEMBER!!!) Admittedly, there was an incident in which I accidentally deleted all nine pages of my original draft, and then I took about a two-month hiatus to finish Rapunzel, but still!!! I've been working on this one story for nearly six months, and I still have to go back and revise!!! What's worse, I don't even really even like this story!!!
So, hopefully, Rumplestiltskin will be ready for reading by the time I leave for vacation July 24th. And if not, well, maybe I should take up a new hobby. Like knitting.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
For Those of You Who Love Writing
I was going through my emails the other day when I found a website link that my mom had sent me. I decided to click on it.
The website link was to a site called "Fifteen Minutes of Fiction."
About an hour later, I had created a profile. This afternoon I spent about an hour and a half creating posts on said site. And now, I would like to post a link so that all my fellow logophiles can waste their time in a semi-creative manner.
If you'd like to look up what I've done on the site, my username is Ari James.
Enjoy!!!
Update: Sorry, the stupid thing won't let me post a link, so I'll do this the old fashioned way.
Go to your little browser thingie. Type in fifteenminutesoffiction.com. Be happy.
The website link was to a site called "Fifteen Minutes of Fiction."
About an hour later, I had created a profile. This afternoon I spent about an hour and a half creating posts on said site. And now, I would like to post a link so that all my fellow logophiles can waste their time in a semi-creative manner.
If you'd like to look up what I've done on the site, my username is Ari James.
Enjoy!!!
Update: Sorry, the stupid thing won't let me post a link, so I'll do this the old fashioned way.
Go to your little browser thingie. Type in fifteenminutesoffiction.com. Be happy.
I Did the Stupidest Thing the Other Day
As I've said in previous posts, I have problems with my life. Stuff just happens to me, stuff I can't explain. (Or, when I do explain it, gets me a lot of laughs and weird looks.)
Another one of those types of things happened to me the other day.
My brother needed new body wash. So we went to Walmart and got him some. When we got home and I went to put the body wash away, I decided I wanted to see what it smelled like.
Somehow (and I still haven't been able to figure out how) I managed to get the body wash up my nose, and then somehow it kind of got down into my mouth so I not only got to smell it; I got to taste it too!!!
The picture below has become my new life motto. Click on it, and you shall see why.
Another one of those types of things happened to me the other day.
My brother needed new body wash. So we went to Walmart and got him some. When we got home and I went to put the body wash away, I decided I wanted to see what it smelled like.
Somehow (and I still haven't been able to figure out how) I managed to get the body wash up my nose, and then somehow it kind of got down into my mouth so I not only got to smell it; I got to taste it too!!!
The picture below has become my new life motto. Click on it, and you shall see why.
Splitting Hairs
For almost my entire life, my hair has been short. No real reason; I was just lazy. Last year, I decided to grow my hair out. My friends and family had been pressuring me to do it, and I wanted to try something new, so I did.
90% of the time, it looked awful. I was in a play that year, and I couldn't cut my hair, even though I really wanted layers, so I ended up with a style that looked like I'd gotten up and gone to school without doing anything to my hair at all, even though I always washed and brushed and dried it before I left. After the play, I got layers, but my hair was still the same way: the ends flipped out and completely disguised all my layers, and I still hadn't figured out how to do things with it. (and it was barely long enough for me to put it in a ponytail)
Finally, last June, I snapped. I had just about had it with my stupid hair.
So I chopped it all off. Half an hour in the barber's chair, and I was left with a supershort pixie and the nagging thought, "What on earth did I just do to myself?"
And now, a year later, I can honestly say I don't regret going shorter. My pixie has grown out (obviously), and I've found a relatively low-maintenance style that really works for me.
Here are five reasons I love my short hair:
1. It's super easy to take care of; all I do to mine is mousse and dry and I'm done.
2. I have a smaller face, so short hair doesn't make my face look like it's being eaten alive.
3. I don't have all those long snarly hairs in my brush all the time.
4. It fits my personality better.
5. Have you ever tried to go through an 80 degree summer with long hair? Let me tell you, it's not fun.
My friends (same ones who told me to grow it out in the first place) think I should grow it back out. And who knows, maybe someday I will.
But for now, I think I'll enjoy my short hair.
90% of the time, it looked awful. I was in a play that year, and I couldn't cut my hair, even though I really wanted layers, so I ended up with a style that looked like I'd gotten up and gone to school without doing anything to my hair at all, even though I always washed and brushed and dried it before I left. After the play, I got layers, but my hair was still the same way: the ends flipped out and completely disguised all my layers, and I still hadn't figured out how to do things with it. (and it was barely long enough for me to put it in a ponytail)
Finally, last June, I snapped. I had just about had it with my stupid hair.
So I chopped it all off. Half an hour in the barber's chair, and I was left with a supershort pixie and the nagging thought, "What on earth did I just do to myself?"
And now, a year later, I can honestly say I don't regret going shorter. My pixie has grown out (obviously), and I've found a relatively low-maintenance style that really works for me.
Here are five reasons I love my short hair:
1. It's super easy to take care of; all I do to mine is mousse and dry and I'm done.
2. I have a smaller face, so short hair doesn't make my face look like it's being eaten alive.
3. I don't have all those long snarly hairs in my brush all the time.
4. It fits my personality better.
5. Have you ever tried to go through an 80 degree summer with long hair? Let me tell you, it's not fun.
My friends (same ones who told me to grow it out in the first place) think I should grow it back out. And who knows, maybe someday I will.
But for now, I think I'll enjoy my short hair.
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Updates on Life
Wow, it's been a long time since I've posted!!! Since my last update, I've graduated (with a 90% in math, might I add), gone on vacation, and had my high school interview. (We're doing Beauty and the Beast:The Musical for the play this year!!! I AM TOTALLY TRYING OUT!!!)
Here are a few pictures of what I've been doing lately. The first few are in Greenville, South Carolina. We went there to visit my mom's brother and his family. While there, we played with makeup-my aunt's got loads-dismembered a GI Joe and a Barbie car at the same time, watched The Lion King (I'd actually never seen it before then. But it's pretty good.), and had some family members there for Memorial Day. The next few (which are actually chronologically before the South Carolina ones but this method of uploading pictures has major issues) are in West Virginia, where we were visiting my mom's parents. We went on a sightseeing trip to Hawk's Nest State Park and Cathedral Falls, this really pretty waterfall about 35 minutes away from their house. We also went out on the Kanawha River, which is like five minutes away from my grandparents' house. It was kind of fun, even if the water did reek. The next three are from graduation.
Picture #1-My mom, cousins, aunt, great aunt, and me.
#2-My cousin and me being weird. We do that a lot.
#3-post-makeup application.
#4-My grandma and me!!!
#5-My brothers and me right before we went out on the river.
#6-Me at Cathedral Falls...I did have a picture of the whole thing but I can't find it and I'm too lazy to go through the whole thing again.
#7-This random pretty butterfly. I won't even tell you what it's resting on.
#8-Six of the original members of my kindergarten class (the 2 on the left just came for the graduation; they don't still go to my school) and our teacher.
#9-My 3 best friends ever and our 8th grade teacher and me.
#10-Me with my board. (And my dad's hand.)
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Here are a few pictures of what I've been doing lately. The first few are in Greenville, South Carolina. We went there to visit my mom's brother and his family. While there, we played with makeup-my aunt's got loads-dismembered a GI Joe and a Barbie car at the same time, watched The Lion King (I'd actually never seen it before then. But it's pretty good.), and had some family members there for Memorial Day. The next few (which are actually chronologically before the South Carolina ones but this method of uploading pictures has major issues) are in West Virginia, where we were visiting my mom's parents. We went on a sightseeing trip to Hawk's Nest State Park and Cathedral Falls, this really pretty waterfall about 35 minutes away from their house. We also went out on the Kanawha River, which is like five minutes away from my grandparents' house. It was kind of fun, even if the water did reek. The next three are from graduation.
Picture #1-My mom, cousins, aunt, great aunt, and me.
#2-My cousin and me being weird. We do that a lot.
#3-post-makeup application.
#4-My grandma and me!!!
#5-My brothers and me right before we went out on the river.
#6-Me at Cathedral Falls...I did have a picture of the whole thing but I can't find it and I'm too lazy to go through the whole thing again.
#7-This random pretty butterfly. I won't even tell you what it's resting on.
#8-Six of the original members of my kindergarten class (the 2 on the left just came for the graduation; they don't still go to my school) and our teacher.
#9-My 3 best friends ever and our 8th grade teacher and me.
#10-Me with my board. (And my dad's hand.)
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