A Long Rant

Ok, so if you are actually reading this, you have been deemed worthy of knowing this little snippet of secret:

I get really annoyed at most stories where two people end up together. Maybe mostly movies, because generally it seems very difficult for actors to show chemistry no matter how good they are at acting otherwise. Or maybe I am really morbid and like bad things to happen to people. But regradless, it makes it very hard for me to write a love story where… the people end up together. Everytime I start one, I think, “Hey it would teach a really good lesson if they didn’t end up together because of THIS.”

I struggle on the border between entertainment and meaningfulness. And I guess that’s ok, because one thing I’d like to accomplish with my writing is to mesh the two. I think we need more books that are funny and light but can still draw forth enough of your emotion to break your heart. I think we need that, even when we are reading a book purely for escapism… we need to be reminded of certain truths, because when we are readin a book for escapism, that’s when we are our most vulnerable.. and the most apt to listen instead of being hardheaded assholes defending our opinions.

But since I’m not really sure how to accomplish this mesh, it makes it kind of hard to finish stories sometimes.

I suppose my biggest thing, and I will probably write a story based around this idea, is that I get SO SICK of all the girls I know that seem like they have never actually had a crush on someone, and then think they have a crush on the first boy who gives them attention. Excuse me, honey, but you don’t like him, you like the attention. And the instant he isn’t giving you the attention you crave, the instant he disappoints you, you’re out of there. Because you aren’t looking for love, you’re looking for a living security blanket.

I personally think it’s a lot more important to know that you can fall in love with someone than to know that someone can fall in love with you. Sure, that’s great and it’s wonderful to be loved, but you don’t have control over other people. The most beautiful thing you can accomplish is loving someone so recklessly that you let your guard down, that you are able to get hurt and you let yourself love that person even if that person could care less about you.

Of course… I am not saying you should obsess over a person and stalk them and declare your undying love to them when they don’t really like you very much. Because that is not healthy for either one of you. You should let yourself love but then keep an open heart for love that can be mutual.

But I think everyone should fall in love with someone who doesn’t care about them at least once in their lives. It’s quite a humbling expirience.

I am also sick of the girls who think that have the Twilight mindset. That oh sure, it’s ok if I am klutzy and fall all over myself and am a whiney little bitch about everything, but if a guy wants to date me, he has to be PERFECT. Even though I am convinced that there is just nooooo way guys would EVER like me, if one does, he can’t have any flaws or he’s just… gross, you know?

NO. I don’t know. If I’m klutzy and a whiney little bitch about everything (which… I actually am sometimes, I’m sure you are too), then I want someone EQUAL to me. Someone who will, like me, make mistakes, someone who does stupid things, and someone who will sometimes disappoint me.

Everyone will disappoint you. Get used to it.

Now that I have that out, I would like to say (just in case Stephanie Meyer ever read this, which I doubt but would be super badass) I think your descriptions are beautiful. I just think your characterization and moral of the story needs some work.

RANT DONE.

I have to go stalk the college class sign-up website until one of the Spanish classes opens up that will fit into my schedule. Which is going to be very difficult. For those of you who have had not had to sign up for college classes yet, let me tell you: YOU HAVE TO CRUSH PEOPLE ON YOUR WAY TO THE TOP.

This is survival of the fittest baby.

Is underwater basket weaving a real class? Just wondering.

Starting Over

I haven’t written anything in about a year. I’m not really sure why… I guess I’ve just been focused on my own life. It was my senior year of highschool, and let me tell you, I did have a lot of maturity issues to work through. I still do. And we aren’t talking adorable I-still-play-Pokemon immaturity. We’re talking developing skills I will need when I live on my own two months from now.

So anyway, I’m back! And hopefully to stay. I started writing again yesterday (maybe something I’ll post soon?) and it made me realize I had completely forgotten how much I love writing. I love everything about it. I love developing the characters and plot and setting etc, and more importantly I love reading other people’s writing. I love reading the blogs of writers. But enough of that gush.

I’m starting this blog so maybe I can work out my thoughts about why or why not I may be having writer’s block at any given point in time, and maybe I can sort through my ideas. I don’t expect anyone is going to read this, but that’s ok, it’s mostly for me anyway.

Here is my ultimate dream: It isn’t particularly exciting, but I’ve come to realize that this will make me happy even if I can’t accomplish anything else. I would like to write a book that is just popular enough to get translated into another language. And then to go to the country where that language is spoken for a book signing or whatever.

My favorite to write, if you haven’t noticed, is silly romance stories for teenage girls. Not the most convicting of literature, I’m sure, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t as important as any other genre. When I was younger, I was not exactly a happy child. I was very antisocial and didn’t like anything about myself or my life. Perhaps irrational, but it’s how I felt. But when I read… it made me happy. Despite all of the things I thought were going wrong in the world, stupid teenage girl books made me incredibly happy. And if I could bring happiness to  just one girl with writing… well, that seems more fulfilling than anything else I can think of.

I’d like to write some more serious literature eventually as well… but for starters, I’m sticking to chicklit (which I’m embarassed saying, so never expect that to happen again.)

Anyway, the first issue of the blog I’ll address is plaigarism. I know several authors have been having issues with this lately, such as Myrika (because I’m a stalker and read other authors’ blogs.) In short; plaigarism sucks. As far as I know, I’ve only been plaigarized once: by Shikatema4ever on fanfiction, who stole Cinderella Never Saw This One Coming and changed all of the character names to JAPANESE ANIME names. I mean, I would have been kind of flattered otherwise, but Japanese anime? Seriously? Especially because I looked back on that story, and it could use a lot of work. It was kind of embarassing.

So I guess my point of that is, keep an eye out for plaigarizers. If you read anything that seems suspicious, such as character names seeming awkward – i.e. Japanese anime names in my story – or anything sounding familiar, do some research!! You’ll really help someone out if you let them know they are being plaigarized.

Anyway, over and out. That’s quite enough for one entry.