Monday, 28 June 2010

Attacking Inanimate Objects

I have been noticing, recently, that my sleep is being disrupted by inanimate objects. My hand just seems to hit them on my bedside table and they seem to react.

The first time this happened I was dreaming of my brother. He was making a weird face and I went to push his face away. In the real world, his face was my fan. So I hit my fan and it didn't do anything, so I don't think it minded much. The second time this happened was sometime in the middle of the night, last night. I was half-awake and moved my hand in this big arc to pull my blankets closer to me, and hit my lamp. Now, I don't think the lamp liked that at all because it decided to fall on me, along with everything that sits on the lamp. After that I decided to just leave it until the morning. This meant that I had to sleep beside my lamp (which was lying on my pillow) and sometimes bump into it when I rolled over. Not a very good sleep! When I did wake up, I found everything that fell off my lamp (this includes a small bottle of moisturizer, hand sanitizer, deoderant, and a small container for odds and ends). Now I think I'm going to have to be a much more careful sleeper if I don't want the entire sidetable to jump me in the night.

Friday, 25 June 2010

Thoughts on Writing

Aah, exams are finally over. I can relax at last . . . or can I? There's work at the Gallery, weeding, planting, cleaning, friends to see, vacations to go on! Oh, and did I forget to mention writing? So, it won't be as relaxing as I'd like it to be. So what? Actually, I like a lot of alone time for my reading and writing. It helps to relax my mind and take it somewhere else. According to a few friends of mine, I shouldn't think. I should just read. I must agree with them. I'm at my happiest when I'm reading or writing, or vacationing. Or thinking about any of those three things.

When I first got serious about wanting to become an author, or have a career that has to do with English, my parents got me a book for my fifteenth birthday. We had just been travelling along the American East Coast. We had gone to Maine, Massachusetts, Vermont, etc. At Salem we went into a rather small interesting gift store. They had all kinds of books and such, especially since that is where Nathaniel Hawthorne's "House of the Seven Gables" is. In the store was a small book called You Know You're a Writer When . . . by Adair Lara. Some writers, or anyone really, might recognize themselves in this book. Here are a few that I find amusing:

1. "Writing is the only thing you do that doesn't make you feel as if you should be doing something else."

2. "You've switched to stretchier pants and looser sweaters to hide the effects of hours at the keyboard."

3. "You think you should do the talk shows first, sell the movie rights, and them if there's time, go back and write the book."

4. "You own more than five pairs of sweatpants."

5. "At work you practice turning off your computer screen quickly, for when someone glances over your shoulder to see what you're writing."

6. "You liked the book better than the movie."

This is only a taste of the many quirky sayings in the book. It's good for a laugh and it's interesting to see if you're one of the writers in the book. I know I am!

Tuesday, 22 June 2010

Exams and Some Comic Relief

Well, I have finished my English exam! I have fashion and dance on Thursday, then travel & tourism on Friday. So now that English is done, I can focus more on my writing. My other exams are extremely easy and require much less brain power.

Today I found out that I had a conflict with some of my courses for next year, literature to be exact, so I had to go get that fixed. I sat there for over an hour just waiting to get in. Finally, when I did, I decided to drop world issues, since that was what was causing the issues. I told my guidance counsellor that I wanted my seven courses instead of six, so I had to find another one to take. The ones that I could take were chem, law, business, applied design, and a math course. I do not want to take math or science unless I am forced to so those courses were out. I did not want to do law or business, so those were out too. The course that I ended up taking was applied design. Since I had to go fix the conflict, I found out what my schedule is for next year. My schedule is looking like this: Semester 1 - English, dance, double lunch, literature. Semester 2 - Applied design, creative writing, art, lunch, french.

Since this blog seems to me to be much more serious than I am, I have a story for some comic relief. On Sunday, we decided that we would all go biking (the family and I). We had our sunscreen and our hats and our running shoes and our bikes were out in the driveway. I was sitting on my bike and my mom was beside me on hers. She was attempting to sit on the seat, complaining about how high it was, despite the fact that it hadn't changed since the last time she rode her bike. All of a sudden, she loses her balance and falls into my bike, throwing me off balance. I sit back on my bike and I go ride out into the cul-de-sac. While I'm riding, I feel this weird thing from the back of my bike. I thought it was the chain, but it turns out it was my back wheel! When my mom had fallen on it, she bent my wheel! So I was conveniently left behind to study English.
And now, I must go work. I bid you all adieu.

Saturday, 19 June 2010

Being Nostalgic

During multiple times this year, I have had to use for projects when I was working on them at school. Today, as I was pulling up to get a project, I noticed I had old articles from last year. I looked them over and found "Sonnet", a sonnet from my ISP for last year's Enlgish class. We had to read a book and do a bunch of stuff for it, including writing a sonnet. The book I read was Peter Pan by James M. Barrie. It was in a rather large book I bought from Chapters, Seven of the Best: Favourite Stories from the Golden Age of Children's Literature. I decided you might want an example of my writing to prove that I am capable of writing. This sonnet I wrote at the end of grade ten, when I was fifteen.


Lady you cannot have the Wendy girl,
She is our mother in Neverland.
Our Wendy shines so she looks like a pearl,
Having her as a mother is so grand.

You will not see Wendy again lady,
She shan’t return for the window is barred.
This act that I have done is so shady,
The window in the nursery is hard.

Oh all right, I will open this window,
We don’t want any mothers anyway.
Back to our precious Neverland we go,
Your cold tears have made my decision sway.

I am barred from this joy forever more,
But I believe that this life is a bore.

Friday, 18 June 2010

Locker Clean Out

Today at school near the end of fifth period, our principle came on the PA system and told us to go clean out our lockers. I was very reluctant to do so since it officially meant the end of grade eleven. I share my locker with one of my very best friends and we had written stuff all over inside of the door and posted up sticky notes saying funny things (they're shaped like m's so one day we flipped one upside down and wrote down all the words we could think of that started with the letter w). We had erased a lot of the things the previous week, so it was pretty bare, but when we finally erased everything else, took off the mirror and white board and took out all of our textbooks and binders (except for my fashion textbook and some lined paper) it was sad. The locker look so empty and so bare compared to the cluttered, messy thing that had been grafitied all over with dry-erase markers. So, I realized that stories are not just books or papers on shelves or myths or legends passed down the generations. Stories are also all the little details that remind us of memories, whether they be good or bad. Anyway, for all those authors out there, there are probably a thousand more that haven't been noticed because all they've been doing is writing stuff down on their locker door.

Saturday, 12 June 2010

Car Shows and Restorations

I have just finished showering off all of the sunscreen of the day, only to get ready to go out again later. My dad took me to a British car show hosted by the British Sports Car Club of London, Canada. We drove there in his 1972 Triumph GT6, driving through about nine yellow lights. Anyway, when we got there we were the only car in our category. At this car show, they have categories and for each category, a car wins a prize. There is first, second, and third place prizes (I think!). Our category was the Triumph GT6/Spitfire category. The only difference between the two cars is that the GT6 is a hardtop and the Spitfire is a convertible. So we spent the morning looking at cars and talking to people about cars. My dad was telling me what cars are good for restoration and such (I would like to collect and restore cars once I become published) and how to choose those cars. Many cars were there for sale. The ones I liked were a 1957 Morgan for $22,000 and a 1972 MGB with chrome bumper for $8,000. I told my mom about the Morgan and she gave me 'the look'. She says I need to pay for university. I told her she could give me a loan. Anyway, at 2:00 all the ballots were handed in and we discovered that we won first place for our category! Again, the fact that we were the only car in our category had nothing to do with it. We would've won anyway. So now we have a shiny plaque to display at other car shows. Hurrah!!

Thursday, 10 June 2010

Revisions and Contractions

Today we were editing our rough drafts for our essays in English. I was really excited to see how my friend would edit it. I told her to be brutal. And she was. Although the majority of my revision includes taking out contractions, I really do feel excited when I'm revising my work or when I find out what I did wrong and how I can do better.

My friends and I in the back corner of our classroom were also discussing how we write. My one friend tends to write the way she speaks. Our teacher said that a lot of people put "would of" into their essays instead of "would have (or would've)". My friend turned to us, smiled and said "That's me. Sorry, but I write the way I speak." So that got us all thinking about how we write. I realized that I sound more formal in my writing than I do when I'm talking. Even in my thoughts I sound a bit formal because of all the fantasy books with all the big words I read. :P My friend who was editing my essay agreed with me.

I like reading other people's work because it gives me some perspective on how they see the world, how they think, how they justify their opinions, etc. I don't think my friend thought of that when she was editing my essay, but that's fine with me.

Tuesday, 8 June 2010

The course of human history is determined, not by what happens in the skies, but by what takes place in our hearts. - Sir Arthur Kent

I came up with an idea for a story yesterday and decided to put it to paper. As I was looking up "How to make a fantasy land" on Google, I got a wikiHow suggestion. I clicked it and found another article on wikiHow called "How to Create an Epic Fantasy Story". I discovered that there was a method to all this madness. Intrigued, I wanted to try it out. I have now created a map of my fantasy land and am in the process of creating my characters and story. If it turns out, I will approach a publisher and attempt to get it put on shelves. If it succeeds, I will let everyone know.

Monday, 7 June 2010

Good Books and Quotes (Oh how I love you so!!!)

Yesterday while I was at work (alooooone!) and had nothing to do, I opened a journal that we are selling. It's called The Reading Woman and it is filled with quotes from famous female authors and there are many famous paintings of women readings included as well.

I thought I should include a few of these quotes since I love them so much:

Once in a very rare year, there comes a new book, and I say, as I am reading, as my eyes eat words without a blink, as my heart and mind grab each other, This, I say, is The Best Book. I know before the first page is gone. I sense it building. And as the book finishes, I go as slow as I can. I don't want to leave the book's world. - Jill Robinson
Fiction reveals truths that reality obscures. - Jessamyn West
We read books to find out who we are. What other people, real or imaginary, do and think and feel . . . is an essential guide to our understanding of what we ourselves are and may become. - Ursula k. Le Guin

Well that's all you get. If you want to read more, you'll have to buy the journal!!
Anyway, so I would also like to recommend a few books. I have just recently gone book shopping (I know, so close to exams you're all probably thinking I'm incredibly crazy) and bought some amazing books! Wings by Aprilynne Pike, The Various by Steve Augarde, and The Gypsy Crown by Kate Forsyth are all good reads. I'm already looking forward to the sequel of Wings (Spells) and The Various (Celandine).