The Internet (not just for porn), is a wealth of posted articles. I have posted articles on the Internet, specifically I am posted on a protected site that copyrights my material, even if I re-publish it on another site or through a magazine I can get in trouble of it, because I essentially sold my material to this site. They pay me (not very well mind you) to have it posted on their site.
If you follow, say @neilhimself you have probably heard about Cooks Sources big faux pas and possible Copyright infringement. If not here is a link to the story or if you want a more elegant version of the story here is that link.
Now here is my issue with this whole thing (meaning Cooks Source claiming they did no wrong). The words about the Internet is public domain. It isn't. Not when the article is posted on a copyright protected page (which this article was). It'll be interesting to see what the court says about this, I have a feeling that we may be finding out. For good reasons too. This issue if it hits the court system will change how Internet posting is dealt with completely. If Cooks Source wins, as a writer I will be extremely disappointed and will have issues from here on out of how, when and where I post anything. Hopefully Monica Gaudio wins, if so I think from then on the Internet will never be considered public domain again.
Before I sign out on this posting I would like to point out that as a college student that if I so much as use three words in the same order as someone else I have to give that person credit (yes Cooks Source did give credit to Gaudio, but they did not so much as contact her about using it). This is a different situation, because thankfully in that way I do not have to contact every source I use, but also different is I am not lifting an entire article (editing added or not).
If you hear more about this let me know, though I will probably be following this situation closely out of respect for a fellow writer.
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Thursday, November 4, 2010
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Trick or Treating: A life long lesson
I know it is December, not the time to be thinking about Halloween, but I am. I'm not thinking about Halloween itself but what it teaches us. I realized the other day that trick or treating is actually a life lesson disguised behind tradition and a mask. When we are young we go around knocking on strangers doors asking them for candy. We bounce on the balls of our feet while our parents make sure there isn't a needle or anything in our candy, which always seemed like a random acts of violence that never made much sense. If you are going to hurt someone, don't you want to see them in pain? Not the point though. After we get the all clear and binge on that sugary goodness we get sick. Our stomachs get very angry with us and we spend the next day rather sad. We still going tick or treating the next year though, but maybe this year we don't eat as much candy. Each year we get better and better about it until we eat a few pieces and then forget about the rest of the candy for most of the year.
How is this a lesson? We learn moderation. We learn that sometimes being a glutton is probably a really bad idea. How does this translate into our adult lives making it a life long lesson? It doesn't translate perfectly, but we have learned our limits for sugar. Later in life we turn 21 and drink for the first time. Some people remember this lesson from candy and drink heavily one or two times learning our limit for alcohol and then we are good. Or we don't even try to find our limit, we just enjoy a light drink here and there and are happy with that.
Moderation in everything, including moderation. The Greeks were hedonists, but they knew when the time was right to be a hedonist. They enjoyed life. That's the whole point. Being upset all the time does not make a good life, you need to enjoy the little things (in the words of Tallahassee) because someday that's all you may have. Are those moments of shear abandonment of our inhibitions when we just enjoy what is going on around us in that very moment. "Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. But today is a gift. That's why it's called the present"
So we enjoy those pieces of candy (or glasses of wine) because life isn't meant to be taken sitting down. Stand up and shout for joy! Play in the rain (even if you break out in hives *sweatdrop*) Because that moment may be your last of smiling. Life is a wheel and you never know when you'll be on the bottom.
How is this a lesson? We learn moderation. We learn that sometimes being a glutton is probably a really bad idea. How does this translate into our adult lives making it a life long lesson? It doesn't translate perfectly, but we have learned our limits for sugar. Later in life we turn 21 and drink for the first time. Some people remember this lesson from candy and drink heavily one or two times learning our limit for alcohol and then we are good. Or we don't even try to find our limit, we just enjoy a light drink here and there and are happy with that.
Moderation in everything, including moderation. The Greeks were hedonists, but they knew when the time was right to be a hedonist. They enjoyed life. That's the whole point. Being upset all the time does not make a good life, you need to enjoy the little things (in the words of Tallahassee) because someday that's all you may have. Are those moments of shear abandonment of our inhibitions when we just enjoy what is going on around us in that very moment. "Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. But today is a gift. That's why it's called the present"
So we enjoy those pieces of candy (or glasses of wine) because life isn't meant to be taken sitting down. Stand up and shout for joy! Play in the rain (even if you break out in hives *sweatdrop*) Because that moment may be your last of smiling. Life is a wheel and you never know when you'll be on the bottom.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Nothing to talk about
I have nothing to talk about tonight for some reason so instead I decided to post this rather hilarious site for you entertainment! Enjoy!
http://ssshotaru.homestead.com/files/aolertranslator.html
It's how a 12 year-old AOL would talk with whatever you put in on the top box. Thank you Lucas Longley for your brilliance.
http://ssshotaru.homestead.com/files/aolertranslator.html
It's how a 12 year-old AOL would talk with whatever you put in on the top box. Thank you Lucas Longley for your brilliance.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
On essay writting and love
As an English major I write a lot of essays. I've never been one that likes to go too deep into a subject, I like just brushing it enough to get the reader thinking, but as I have gone farther and farther in my career as a student I have had to write increasingly complex essays. Today I'm working on one about Middlemarch by George Eliot, specifically about the choices made by two characters, Dorothea and Rosamond. As I work on it I get more and more into the Psyche of the two characters and the more they annoy me. This makes me realize why I don't like some of the characters of the books I've written. It isn't because they are bad people it is because they make stupid decisions based off of false assumptions. For the same reason I am increasingly disliking Dorothea and Rosamond. Both of them are rather dense at times with what they do. Both married stupidly, not even for love but for something they wanted out of the other person. Dorothea for bettering herself and to gain knowledge previously inaccessible to her. Rosamond marries for status. Both do not get what they anticipated from their marriages because neither of them actually looked at the marriage before them. Status does not equate with money, and acting as Milton's daughters to Milton to Casaubon is not a happy existence.
What does this lack of thinking when marriage for life is on the line mean? It means that even though they messed up with their marriages they have no hope of ever fixing it until their husband dies. Modern day saves people from that, but it looks to me as if just as many people are making bad choices with their marriages and now they don't have to wait for their partner to kick it. Do people just walk blindly into marriage? Why would you do that to yourself? You hurt yourself and the person you are with and if you have kids them too! Yes people can change as your marriage progress that is what is happening to my parents, but they've been married almost 39 years (since Dec 19, 1970). My father is certifiably insane (not kidding he has been diagnosed with bi-polar disorder) but my mother stands by him steadfastly. She loves him still and refuses to leave him, despite my sister and I talking to her about it.
Where did that kind of love go? There doesn't seem to be any relationships these days that will end in the two walking hand in hand gray haired through the park in the fall with the leaves falling around them. Morality has changed over the years. We've lost the loyalty that people used to have for one another. There used to be a thing called honor, it has been deserted for apathy. The Beatles once said "all you need is love" that isn't true you also need loyalty and honor. Now we have lust and apathy.
Maybe I'm thinking like this because I recently broke up with someone I could see myself old and gray and laughing with in 50 or 60 years, we still will be though because we still love each other, we are still loyal to each other in our friendship. Just because we disagreed on children does not keep us from loving and caring for one another. Yet old friends, high school sweethearts leave each other with daggers in their eyes and poison on their lips unable to do that one of the most important thing God ever asks us to do, forgive. Not forget, but forgive.
Well back to my essay now, I've still got to get through what stupid mistakes Rosamond makes in her life. Here's to a life built around intelligent choices not desires.
What does this lack of thinking when marriage for life is on the line mean? It means that even though they messed up with their marriages they have no hope of ever fixing it until their husband dies. Modern day saves people from that, but it looks to me as if just as many people are making bad choices with their marriages and now they don't have to wait for their partner to kick it. Do people just walk blindly into marriage? Why would you do that to yourself? You hurt yourself and the person you are with and if you have kids them too! Yes people can change as your marriage progress that is what is happening to my parents, but they've been married almost 39 years (since Dec 19, 1970). My father is certifiably insane (not kidding he has been diagnosed with bi-polar disorder) but my mother stands by him steadfastly. She loves him still and refuses to leave him, despite my sister and I talking to her about it.
Where did that kind of love go? There doesn't seem to be any relationships these days that will end in the two walking hand in hand gray haired through the park in the fall with the leaves falling around them. Morality has changed over the years. We've lost the loyalty that people used to have for one another. There used to be a thing called honor, it has been deserted for apathy. The Beatles once said "all you need is love" that isn't true you also need loyalty and honor. Now we have lust and apathy.
Maybe I'm thinking like this because I recently broke up with someone I could see myself old and gray and laughing with in 50 or 60 years, we still will be though because we still love each other, we are still loyal to each other in our friendship. Just because we disagreed on children does not keep us from loving and caring for one another. Yet old friends, high school sweethearts leave each other with daggers in their eyes and poison on their lips unable to do that one of the most important thing God ever asks us to do, forgive. Not forget, but forgive.
Well back to my essay now, I've still got to get through what stupid mistakes Rosamond makes in her life. Here's to a life built around intelligent choices not desires.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Without a doubt
Without a doubt I have nothing to say.
I wish I did have something to say.
I wish that I could just get in a car and drive off into the sunset for a bit and find something to do, but I can't. Responsibilities keep me here and now. With a ridiculous amount of pages to read for a class and over 1000 words to type for NaNo tonight I can't. That all doesn't matter though because I'm doubting everything right now. When I say everything I mean almost everything. I wonder how much certain things are worth it right now. I wonder if I'm really happy. I wonder if I'm going in the right direction in life. Just because I've had it planned out perfectly for years doesn't mean it is what is actually good for me. Suddenly something feels very very wrong and I can't explain it.
Tonight I'm going to go out and eat, enjoy myself a bit and try just try to figure out what is wrong.
I wish I did have something to say.
I wish that I could just get in a car and drive off into the sunset for a bit and find something to do, but I can't. Responsibilities keep me here and now. With a ridiculous amount of pages to read for a class and over 1000 words to type for NaNo tonight I can't. That all doesn't matter though because I'm doubting everything right now. When I say everything I mean almost everything. I wonder how much certain things are worth it right now. I wonder if I'm really happy. I wonder if I'm going in the right direction in life. Just because I've had it planned out perfectly for years doesn't mean it is what is actually good for me. Suddenly something feels very very wrong and I can't explain it.
Tonight I'm going to go out and eat, enjoy myself a bit and try just try to figure out what is wrong.
Friday, November 6, 2009
The joy of wrting
Well almost one whole week into National Novel Writing Month and I'm still really excited about it. Last year I did an exceptionally poor job at it and didn't even finish. This year I will finish! NaNo has taught me a lot of things. Like don't write in first person (it never works out the right way) and descriptions of people and what they are wearing feels really awkward to write ignore the feeling and write it anyway, especially for the main character. Sleep is of course for December as is editing. Also outlines are a beautiful thing! I did my first outline ever for a story for this book and I feel it has helped me so much! Hints for making an Outline. Write down questions and answer them. have a goal for what you want to have happened in each chapter (not how I do it but works for Neinone). Make a simple outline with major plot points (as close to in order as possible rearrange will happen), then make a more complicated outline with minor details and even some dialog roughly written down.
The first question you must ask yourself when writing (after having figured out a basic plot, but even that isn't necessary before this question) is: What makes today different?
It is a really valid question writing a story. Why is this day different than yesterday because if it isn't different than yesterday what makes you think I want to read about it. I don't want to hear about what your character had for breakfast on the normal day. I want to read all about how the aliens disrupted the protagonists breakfast an the non-normal day. If you are writing about an alien invasion, what do you know about space? If all you learned is from Star Wars please re-think this novel. If the alien's aren't really alien's but vampires from the future...this better be going somewhere good. Though the question stands "What makes today different?" if you character is from Men In Black universe and aliens disrupt his breakfast everyday, why is this day especially different? Did your character get a mind wipe the day before and to him aliens disrupting his breakfast is a new event even though it has happened to him every day for the last 20 years and now he has to figure out why they wiped his mind...and that they did it at all in the first place?
I don't want to know about the average day, that isn't interesting. I want to read something interesting. I also don't want something over the top. For example your character was the best at the alien hunting business until his partner wiped his memory and stole his identity and ran off with one of the aliens to Nantucket where they plan on starting WWIV (WWIII happened the year before but your character saved the world from being destroyed but just barely, this is of course why your character's memory was wiped because he was seen as a threat). Yet even though your character's memory got wiped he finds a bunch of clues that leads him to the bad guy just in the nick of time (again) to save the world (again)...this is not interesting it is the Superman syndrome. I do not want a perfect superhero I want someone I'm on the edge of my seat wondering if he is going to even win, maybe he doesn't! That'd be really awesome! End of the book world ends, that'd be unexpected.
So here it is, be mean to your main character. Have them get beat up and put in the hospital and while they are recovering the bad guy makes off with the nuke and drops it on Russia (or somewhere else less cliched please) to start the World War. The war starts and now after your character gets out of the hospital (or even before) they have to stop retaliation (which of course they fail horrible at) and then your character takes a bullet for Dmitriy Anatolyevich. He takes it as a great compliment and decides that in honor of you now dead hero he'll stop firing nukes back (yeah right but that's what stories are for right?). Please don't anyone actually ever right this into a book, it'd actually probably be rather terrible.
Anyway...Have a wonderful November and good luck to anyone doing NaNoWriMo!
The first question you must ask yourself when writing (after having figured out a basic plot, but even that isn't necessary before this question) is: What makes today different?
It is a really valid question writing a story. Why is this day different than yesterday because if it isn't different than yesterday what makes you think I want to read about it. I don't want to hear about what your character had for breakfast on the normal day. I want to read all about how the aliens disrupted the protagonists breakfast an the non-normal day. If you are writing about an alien invasion, what do you know about space? If all you learned is from Star Wars please re-think this novel. If the alien's aren't really alien's but vampires from the future...this better be going somewhere good. Though the question stands "What makes today different?" if you character is from Men In Black universe and aliens disrupt his breakfast everyday, why is this day especially different? Did your character get a mind wipe the day before and to him aliens disrupting his breakfast is a new event even though it has happened to him every day for the last 20 years and now he has to figure out why they wiped his mind...and that they did it at all in the first place?
I don't want to know about the average day, that isn't interesting. I want to read something interesting. I also don't want something over the top. For example your character was the best at the alien hunting business until his partner wiped his memory and stole his identity and ran off with one of the aliens to Nantucket where they plan on starting WWIV (WWIII happened the year before but your character saved the world from being destroyed but just barely, this is of course why your character's memory was wiped because he was seen as a threat). Yet even though your character's memory got wiped he finds a bunch of clues that leads him to the bad guy just in the nick of time (again) to save the world (again)...this is not interesting it is the Superman syndrome. I do not want a perfect superhero I want someone I'm on the edge of my seat wondering if he is going to even win, maybe he doesn't! That'd be really awesome! End of the book world ends, that'd be unexpected.
So here it is, be mean to your main character. Have them get beat up and put in the hospital and while they are recovering the bad guy makes off with the nuke and drops it on Russia (or somewhere else less cliched please) to start the World War. The war starts and now after your character gets out of the hospital (or even before) they have to stop retaliation (which of course they fail horrible at) and then your character takes a bullet for Dmitriy Anatolyevich. He takes it as a great compliment and decides that in honor of you now dead hero he'll stop firing nukes back (yeah right but that's what stories are for right?). Please don't anyone actually ever right this into a book, it'd actually probably be rather terrible.
Anyway...Have a wonderful November and good luck to anyone doing NaNoWriMo!
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Last minute thoughts before bed
So I'm about to go to bed and into my head pops an idea. As all ideas do. Appear out of no where and just sit there and make your brain hurt until you flesh out the idea. This idea then suddenly disappears right before I can really get into it... So I'm just going to go with a news update!
When I say news I mean my life...
When I say my life I mean NaNoWriMo...
You've seen a prequel for the story I intend to write for NaNo and NOW a random excerpt!
Liz wrapped the thick towel around herself as she mused about her situation. A knock on the door brought her out of her own head.
"Yes?"
"I brought you some dinner." The voice was quiet and feminine.
"Ok come in." She double-checked the towel. The door opened and a small girl came in. Her dark hair framed her heart shaped face and even darker eyes looked past long lashes. The girl was pretty and Liz suspected would be beautiful one day. Liz was unaware that the girl was a changeling human brought in to serve the fairies, that the girl's life would slowly drain from her making her a caricature of a human. Liz quickly pulled her pants on high school P.E. style, she turned her back to put on her bra and shirt. Before Liz could pull the shirt on though the girl gasped and dropped her tray. "What's wrong?" Liz spun around expecting a giant spider or something similar.
"You are of the Nuada clan! Lady Genwen will want to know." The girl bolted from the room. Liz grabbed her shirt and pulled it on as she ran after the girl.
When I say news I mean my life...
When I say my life I mean NaNoWriMo...
You've seen a prequel for the story I intend to write for NaNo and NOW a random excerpt!
Liz wrapped the thick towel around herself as she mused about her situation. A knock on the door brought her out of her own head.
"Yes?"
"I brought you some dinner." The voice was quiet and feminine.
"Ok come in." She double-checked the towel. The door opened and a small girl came in. Her dark hair framed her heart shaped face and even darker eyes looked past long lashes. The girl was pretty and Liz suspected would be beautiful one day. Liz was unaware that the girl was a changeling human brought in to serve the fairies, that the girl's life would slowly drain from her making her a caricature of a human. Liz quickly pulled her pants on high school P.E. style, she turned her back to put on her bra and shirt. Before Liz could pull the shirt on though the girl gasped and dropped her tray. "What's wrong?" Liz spun around expecting a giant spider or something similar.
"You are of the Nuada clan! Lady Genwen will want to know." The girl bolted from the room. Liz grabbed her shirt and pulled it on as she ran after the girl.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Current thoughts
I should just leave this page blank really. What am I thinking? Not much right now. I'm sad, I have no reason to sit here and complain to you my dear reader about why I am sad...So I wont!
What I'm going to do instead is tell you a story. Not a long one, not one that has anything to do with anything, but it is there itching to be released.
Liz was a normal student. She did her school work like a normal kid. She loved her parents and they loved her, even though sometimes her mom looked deep into Liz's eyes and felt that maybe just maybe the hospital had made a mistake and gave her another woman's child. Liz didn't see the sadness in her mom's eyes when she thought that, she just went on with life.
It was a normal day at school. Liz was bundled up humming Jingle Bells. The school bully laughed at her. Liz ignored him like usual and continued building her sand castle.
"Don't you know anything Elizabeth?" He kicked her sand castle. She just sighed and continued to ignore him. "Santa isn't real." This cut deep. Her eyes grew wide and she looked up shocked at the boy.
"Don't say that! He is to real!"
"Nope. He's a lie as big and fat as him. Just like the Easter Bunny and the tooth fairy."
"That isn't true!" Liz's eyes at this point had started to water.
"None of that silly kids stuff is real." Lucky for Liz the bell rang and she escaped the bully to her class and work. Unluckily for little Liz though she started to brood on it. That night she asked her mom to be completely honest.
"Do faeries and Santa not really exist?" Her mom didn't know how to explain to little Liz the "truth" Liz saw the hesitation and burst into tears. That night she refused to hear a bedtime story instead she just cried herself to sleep.
The next morning Liz was ill. She had a fever and a cough. Her mother kept her home and took care of her the best she could. Nothing helped. To Liz's mom Liz was just getting worse. She promised herself that if Liz wasn't better in the morning that she'd take her to the doctor. The morning came and Liz wasn't better, she was worse.
The doctor couldn't find anything wrong with Liz. Test after test showed nothing wrong with her. The days past and Liz got worse and worse. The doctor decided to admit Liz into the hospital. The machines they hooked her up to hurt her and made her cry. Her mother's reassurances were the only reason Liz stayed patient. The hours marched on. Her liver stopped working, and slowly the rest of her body followed. The nurses fretted and prayed. They knew she wouldn't make it through the night.
Kim was making her normal rounds around the city. Keeping an eye out for trouble. When on the air she sensed the death of a strong magic. Following it she found the hospital. She sneaked in. The trail of dieing magic led her to the children's ward to a room with a little girl all hooked up on machine after machine. The cat at Kim's heels looked at the girl and then quite clearly said "She's fay. They are killing her."
"Not if I can help it." Kim went over to the girl. She moved some machines and soon with a couple flicks of her hands had them thinking they were still hooked up to the girl. "Little girl. Answer me. Why are you sad?"
"They don't exist." Liz was bleary eyed as she whispered her sadness.
"Do you mean the faeries?" Liz nodded. "Let me tell you something little girl. I know that they exist. I've met one of their queens. She's a rather nice lady. She loves the new blossoms of spring and has a laugh like bubbling soda." Liz's eyes lit up for the first time in days.
"Really?" She asked hoarsely.
"Really. If you pull through little girl I know one day soon you'll meet her. She'll kiss you on the cheek and wish you a merry day. Do you think you can pull through to meet a Queen?"
"Will you take me to her?"
"I'm afraid not, but when the day comes to meet her it'll be the strangest day of your life. The rule though is to believe in them no matter what anyone tells you ok. Promise me you'll never stop believing in them." Liz could only nod as she drifted off to sleep.
The next morning despite all signs pointing to her imminent death Liz sat up in her bed and laughed with the nurses. Slowly machine after machine was removed from her room. Soon she was back at school. When the bully said that faeries didn't exist she did nothing but shake her head and smile slightly.
What I'm going to do instead is tell you a story. Not a long one, not one that has anything to do with anything, but it is there itching to be released.
Liz was a normal student. She did her school work like a normal kid. She loved her parents and they loved her, even though sometimes her mom looked deep into Liz's eyes and felt that maybe just maybe the hospital had made a mistake and gave her another woman's child. Liz didn't see the sadness in her mom's eyes when she thought that, she just went on with life.
It was a normal day at school. Liz was bundled up humming Jingle Bells. The school bully laughed at her. Liz ignored him like usual and continued building her sand castle.
"Don't you know anything Elizabeth?" He kicked her sand castle. She just sighed and continued to ignore him. "Santa isn't real." This cut deep. Her eyes grew wide and she looked up shocked at the boy.
"Don't say that! He is to real!"
"Nope. He's a lie as big and fat as him. Just like the Easter Bunny and the tooth fairy."
"That isn't true!" Liz's eyes at this point had started to water.
"None of that silly kids stuff is real." Lucky for Liz the bell rang and she escaped the bully to her class and work. Unluckily for little Liz though she started to brood on it. That night she asked her mom to be completely honest.
"Do faeries and Santa not really exist?" Her mom didn't know how to explain to little Liz the "truth" Liz saw the hesitation and burst into tears. That night she refused to hear a bedtime story instead she just cried herself to sleep.
The next morning Liz was ill. She had a fever and a cough. Her mother kept her home and took care of her the best she could. Nothing helped. To Liz's mom Liz was just getting worse. She promised herself that if Liz wasn't better in the morning that she'd take her to the doctor. The morning came and Liz wasn't better, she was worse.
The doctor couldn't find anything wrong with Liz. Test after test showed nothing wrong with her. The days past and Liz got worse and worse. The doctor decided to admit Liz into the hospital. The machines they hooked her up to hurt her and made her cry. Her mother's reassurances were the only reason Liz stayed patient. The hours marched on. Her liver stopped working, and slowly the rest of her body followed. The nurses fretted and prayed. They knew she wouldn't make it through the night.
Kim was making her normal rounds around the city. Keeping an eye out for trouble. When on the air she sensed the death of a strong magic. Following it she found the hospital. She sneaked in. The trail of dieing magic led her to the children's ward to a room with a little girl all hooked up on machine after machine. The cat at Kim's heels looked at the girl and then quite clearly said "She's fay. They are killing her."
"Not if I can help it." Kim went over to the girl. She moved some machines and soon with a couple flicks of her hands had them thinking they were still hooked up to the girl. "Little girl. Answer me. Why are you sad?"
"They don't exist." Liz was bleary eyed as she whispered her sadness.
"Do you mean the faeries?" Liz nodded. "Let me tell you something little girl. I know that they exist. I've met one of their queens. She's a rather nice lady. She loves the new blossoms of spring and has a laugh like bubbling soda." Liz's eyes lit up for the first time in days.
"Really?" She asked hoarsely.
"Really. If you pull through little girl I know one day soon you'll meet her. She'll kiss you on the cheek and wish you a merry day. Do you think you can pull through to meet a Queen?"
"Will you take me to her?"
"I'm afraid not, but when the day comes to meet her it'll be the strangest day of your life. The rule though is to believe in them no matter what anyone tells you ok. Promise me you'll never stop believing in them." Liz could only nod as she drifted off to sleep.
The next morning despite all signs pointing to her imminent death Liz sat up in her bed and laughed with the nurses. Slowly machine after machine was removed from her room. Soon she was back at school. When the bully said that faeries didn't exist she did nothing but shake her head and smile slightly.
Friday, October 16, 2009
Happy Birthday Webster!
So you probably don't know, but today (OCT 16 1758) is Noah Webster's birthday. His first dictionary was published in 1828. So in honor of this I am posting a few really awesome websites that are all about words!
Most importantly the dictionary itself!
http://dictionary.reference.com
Second a really awesome list of common errors in the English language. Can't remember which to you want? Can never remember which its gets the apostrophe? Here is your friend.
http://www.wsu.edu/~brians/errors/errors.html#errors
A similar site, but this one specializes in words like effect and affect.
http://www.confusingwords.com/
This one talks about grammatical problems that are regularly seen in today's published works.
http://www.jpschoemer.com/MostCommonErrors.html
Since today's theme seems to be all about writing I will give a special link! This one isn't for words or grammar or anything like that. It's just a good resource if you are just starting out writing (or have been for years!).
http://www.lifehack.org/articles/lifehack/fifty-50-tools-which-can-help-you-in-writing.html
I hope this list is really useful to you. I has been for me. I've looked up effect and affect a ridiculous amount of times. It took a friend of mine, who is a 6th grade teacher, explaining it to me like he does for his kids for me to finally get it.
Edit: Due to some problems I am unable to get the hyper-link to work so just copy and past the link into your browser. Sorry for the inconvenience I hope to fix this in the future.
Edit2: Hyper-links online! Yay!
Most importantly the dictionary itself!
http://dictionary.reference.com
Second a really awesome list of common errors in the English language. Can't remember which to you want? Can never remember which its gets the apostrophe? Here is your friend.
http://www.wsu.edu/~brians/errors/errors.html#errors
A similar site, but this one specializes in words like effect and affect.
http://www.confusingwords.com/
This one talks about grammatical problems that are regularly seen in today's published works.
http://www.jpschoemer.com/MostCommonErrors.html
Since today's theme seems to be all about writing I will give a special link! This one isn't for words or grammar or anything like that. It's just a good resource if you are just starting out writing (or have been for years!).
http://www.lifehack.org/articles/lifehack/fifty-50-tools-which-can-help-you-in-writing.html
I hope this list is really useful to you. I has been for me. I've looked up effect and affect a ridiculous amount of times. It took a friend of mine, who is a 6th grade teacher, explaining it to me like he does for his kids for me to finally get it.
Edit: Due to some problems I am unable to get the hyper-link to work so just copy and past the link into your browser. Sorry for the inconvenience I hope to fix this in the future.
Edit2: Hyper-links online! Yay!
Thursday, September 24, 2009
A Poem
(I may come up with a name for this...it's not really a poem...well it doesn't rhyme)
This is the day we waited for
This is what we always wanted
You said it'd be perfect
That time would stop at this moment
It didn't and nothing changed
We kept going
Now where are we?
Life isn't a picnic
I wasn't expecting that,
But this isn't what I wanted
I wanted you, I wanted to be wanted
Everything changed
It always does, doesn't it?
You made this happen
Yet you refuse to be happy
So where are we?
What mess do you insist making?
Couldn't you have found a better way?
No you couldn't,
Nothing will ever be the same again
I can't trust you alone anymore
It doesn't matter how many times
You say "I won't do it again"
How can I trust that?
How can I believe you?
Your words "You weren't suppose to be here."
That cut deep
That made my heart bleed
This wasn't the first time
Someone close to me tried to do that
At least last time I had no warning
At least last time it was just over
This time you cursed me
I'll never look at you the same way
I'll cry at the mention of it
You joke
It's not funny.
(This is not entirely what I want to say, but the thing is I can't get my mind off of what has happened this week. I don't particularly feel like talking about it so don't bother asking what happened, if you can't infer what it is it's probably better that way (and no my partner didn't cheat on me) There may be allusions to what happened this week through the rest of my writing forever because this week has been very traumatic. I couldn't stand being home alone yesterday even.)
This is the day we waited for
This is what we always wanted
You said it'd be perfect
That time would stop at this moment
It didn't and nothing changed
We kept going
Now where are we?
Life isn't a picnic
I wasn't expecting that,
But this isn't what I wanted
I wanted you, I wanted to be wanted
Everything changed
It always does, doesn't it?
You made this happen
Yet you refuse to be happy
So where are we?
What mess do you insist making?
Couldn't you have found a better way?
No you couldn't,
Nothing will ever be the same again
I can't trust you alone anymore
It doesn't matter how many times
You say "I won't do it again"
How can I trust that?
How can I believe you?
Your words "You weren't suppose to be here."
That cut deep
That made my heart bleed
This wasn't the first time
Someone close to me tried to do that
At least last time I had no warning
At least last time it was just over
This time you cursed me
I'll never look at you the same way
I'll cry at the mention of it
You joke
It's not funny.
(This is not entirely what I want to say, but the thing is I can't get my mind off of what has happened this week. I don't particularly feel like talking about it so don't bother asking what happened, if you can't infer what it is it's probably better that way (and no my partner didn't cheat on me) There may be allusions to what happened this week through the rest of my writing forever because this week has been very traumatic. I couldn't stand being home alone yesterday even.)
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Response
Wind swept and dragged across the ages. Time had worn her thin. Her once sturdy walls crumbled. He held her in his arms as she finally let what she held in out, and what she refused entry in. Tears fell down his face and mingled with hers. She trembled with fear and acceptance. Too long had she let the past hold her down now she wanted freedom, the redemption that he led her too.
This is a response to "A Once Feral Child" By Ducroisel Meche. https://www.triond.com/users/ducroisjosef
This is a response to "A Once Feral Child" By Ducroisel Meche. https://www.triond.com/users/ducroisjosef
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