So, I've been writing W.M.H for a while now and I'm really getting into it. I have characters that I love and a plot that interests me. Last tuesday I gave my friend Kirsty 14 pages of it to read, which made me nervous, but it was worth it when I heard her responce, she loved it, she was asking for more and telling me the parts that she found funny which made me feel like I'd done my job right as a writer, and made my reader feel something. I gave her 20 more pages to read today that I printed out in the sixth form computer room (I had to wait until nearly everyone was gone, and post Kirsty by the printer so that no one could pick up a sheet and read it.) I've read that you're not supposed to let anyone read your first draft, that you're suppossed to write and write and write, then edit, then let people read, but I had to share it with someone, and it actually makes me want to write more of it. It also helps that I know where it's going as I've already planned the ending, which I don't normally do with my stories so I end up getting bored of them. But today, all I could think about was W.M.H.
Anyway, I write for ages but then every so often I have to take a break and do something completely different. Sometimes I play a game on the computer or I'll write down some rough notes, or I'll check Facebook and Twitter for a minute or two, I even started making things out of wire and beads but that was too fidly and time consuming so I gave up. This is all I'm really doing now, procrastinating, plus I don't blog that often as only Ryan reads them, if he even does anymore. Hi Ryan! Thanks for reading my boring blog! Loves ya!
Cioa. x
P.S. convinced that my spell checker is broken as it just said I didn't spell a single word wrong then XD
P.P.S. I think it is, so sorry for any mis-spelled words XD
Tuesday, 5 April 2011
Saturday, 2 April 2011
02/04/11
So, I haven't blogged in a while, but these days I feel like I have nothing really important to say. I'll open the page and stare at the blank screen for a while before I close it and figure that I'll write something later, but I never do get around to it.
Well, my mom is coming out of hospital tomorrow and I can't wait. I went up to see her today with my cousin and she looks so much better, although now she has to hold her stomach whenever she laughs to try and stop it hurting so much, which naturally makes everything funnier when she's clutching her stomach and laughing like a cartoon. Solihull is actually a very pretty place, I'd heard it mentioned so many times yet never actually set foot there. It's small and rural and the hospital is like a ghost town most of the time, but pretty. It reminded me that this place isn't all that bad. I've always thought of Birmingham and the close surrounding area to be a horrible place, I couldn't imagine ever wanting to stay here for any other reason than family or mere sentimental value. But it surprised me, it was nice.
I've also been writing a lot more lately, I even gave a friend a few rough chapters to read which is a big step for me, as I never let any one read my writing but I was holding the pages in my hand and I just had an overwhelming urge to share it with someone so I asked her to read it and tell me what she thought. Then on the way home I was torturing myself, telling myself that it was just a first draft, it wasn't ready for anyone to read, and that it was horrible, and what if she told me so, or worse, thought it was and didn't tell me? What would I do? I shouldn't have given it to her. I won't know what she thinks until tuesday, but I'm open-minded,I've also wrote a lot since then, so I'm excited to see what she thinks of it. If she feels the characters are likable, the dialogue is believable etc.
Well that's all the updates I have for now, not very interesting, I know, but that's my life, it can only get better right?
Ciao. x
Well, my mom is coming out of hospital tomorrow and I can't wait. I went up to see her today with my cousin and she looks so much better, although now she has to hold her stomach whenever she laughs to try and stop it hurting so much, which naturally makes everything funnier when she's clutching her stomach and laughing like a cartoon. Solihull is actually a very pretty place, I'd heard it mentioned so many times yet never actually set foot there. It's small and rural and the hospital is like a ghost town most of the time, but pretty. It reminded me that this place isn't all that bad. I've always thought of Birmingham and the close surrounding area to be a horrible place, I couldn't imagine ever wanting to stay here for any other reason than family or mere sentimental value. But it surprised me, it was nice.
I've also been writing a lot more lately, I even gave a friend a few rough chapters to read which is a big step for me, as I never let any one read my writing but I was holding the pages in my hand and I just had an overwhelming urge to share it with someone so I asked her to read it and tell me what she thought. Then on the way home I was torturing myself, telling myself that it was just a first draft, it wasn't ready for anyone to read, and that it was horrible, and what if she told me so, or worse, thought it was and didn't tell me? What would I do? I shouldn't have given it to her. I won't know what she thinks until tuesday, but I'm open-minded,I've also wrote a lot since then, so I'm excited to see what she thinks of it. If she feels the characters are likable, the dialogue is believable etc.
Well that's all the updates I have for now, not very interesting, I know, but that's my life, it can only get better right?
Ciao. x
Monday, 7 February 2011
No more Facebook for me?
I recently noticed that one of my closest friend's Facebook profile had disapeered. She lives in Portsmouth and so I don't get to see her that often and so relied on Facebook to be the one way I could contact her, as I don't have her phone number. I felt a bit worried about the fact that I couldn't have a quick chat whenever I wanted with her, espesically when I really needed a friend to talk to. But then I came across her Dad's blog, about how they have cut off Facebook from their lives as an experiment because they were becoming "socially retarded" and it's true. I think I am the most socially retarded teenager there is, I can't even talk to people to their faces, I prefer to type to them, and I can't go on living my life like that. There is more to me than what is on my Facebook page. The Biddles are right. So I think I will give it a try, write a letter or phone Chase instead of typing it, meet up with friends for a chat instead of a Facebook chat. Chase's Dad had a great line in his blog that I like, it was something about wanted to actually laugh out loud instead of lol. I want to be active and live my life to the fullest, not hide behind a computer screen any longer. so that's it. From now on, goodbye Facebook :D
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