Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts
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Tuesday, June 30

Shadows cast by the sun

fantasy scene by BruceMashbatArt  http://bmd247.deviantart.com/?rnrd=39374  http://art-is-magical.tumblr.com/

I want to touch the stars---to reach high into the air, and grasp the unattainable; even if it's just for a moment. I want to feel the warmth of their pulsing bodies, as they melt into silver streams down my arms.
  It will envelope my features in a mask. A mask made from the undefined, from the hollows between eternities. I must shatter the heavens,
only then can I find her.

   Magic, in its purest form. A child's laughter; the breeze ruffling the pages of an old tome; the scent of memories, of times spent reveling in the warmth of a new world.
   Because there is a world here; within my mind, there is a world made of starlight.
   A place of rolling hills, with flowers blossoming in so many vibrant colors the mind cannot possibly conceive their spectrum. The rain is warm, and appears as freshly broken glitter falling from the sky. The butterflies, have scales made of diamond.  They leave trails of colored smoke, which lightly disperse into the breeze.
   This world is a part of me,
and yet I have not traversed its lands for so long.

   She holds the key.
   In her mind,
   in her heart.

   But fear has taken hold of me.

   It has corrupted the pathways leading me home. It has trapped me here, within these four walls.
   I cannot see, I cannot breathe. My world, is becoming nothing more than a lovely dream.
   I'm losing a part of me.
   I am losing her.

   No.

   I am desperate to hold on. More than ever now.
   I keep these memories locked away in crystal spheres, hidden beneath my pillow.
   But every night, another one shatters.

   I love her---me, the one who traverses that world.

   But she's fading,
   The broken girl is fading; and with her, everything I love.

   How cruel life is. We cannot have one, without the other.
   I cannot dream, without the fingers of death circling my heart.
   I cannot live,
   without these memories I treasure,
   haunting me.

   I don't want to lose her.

Wednesday, April 9

Insecurities

Recently, it seems I have been slowly sinking into an inert bubble within the rather effervescent muck pool known as the Lyndsey world. Not only is this perilous state of being extremely unproductive and brainless, but also comes across in a highly offensive manner to the human world. How do I explain it adequately, without coming across as sort of weird freak of nature?...

   I'm sorry dean, you're right. There is no other way I could go about this.

During the period I like to define as 'sludge mode', the daily activities humanity seems to perform rather effortlessly, become more like monumental sacrifices of my precious energy.
   Here is an excerpt from my internal dialogue this morning: "-Honestly though, why move when I can just sleep? Who needs food anyway... and school... It's not like my brain's improving from all this work anyway...I'll just lay here for a few more minutes...or maybe hours. I love sleep so much. I love sleep..."
   My situation is beginning to frighten me. It's as though my brain shuts off during these sludge mode periods and short circuits my rational decision capabilities. The excerpt from above isn't even the start of this consuming hole of disrepair! My social cords physically just shred themselves in front of me. Not only is my desire to engage in meaningful human interaction pretty much non-existent, but I find I'm hauling myself away deep into my subconsciousness, and actually dreading the imminent future possibility of having to interact with an actual life form. Remember when I mentioned earlier my rather offensive manner of handling the human world during this stage?... Well, it's actually the reverse. I just don't.
   This is pretty much me when thinking about all of the texts, emails, comments, phone calls, and social obligations I will inevitably have to fulfill in a reasonable amount of time:

This condition, is rather pathetic; and I will willingly admit this. Possibly it's the result of the teenage curse of hormones; possibly the side effects of being an introvert; or maybe it's just me. All I really know is that the people who brush my rather lengthy departures from the living world off without question, are honestly the most patient people on the planet.
   To get to the point, I have been trying to dissect the specific reason for my hermit style vacations. Is it a reaction to emotional, or physical strain? Do I just shut down when trying to deal with a certain problem? Is this just my body's way of reacting to unfamiliar difficulties?
   I'm not sure if this is just coincidence, but during these phases I seem to undergo both a great personal development and brutal self criticism cycle. Recently, my current object of self worth destruction has just been a constant dejected cry of, "I'm just not smart enough for college! How am I going to make it, I can't even figure out how to consistently find the sigma notation with square roots and fractions, without begging my brother to explain it at length to me."- and don't even get me started on chemistry!
   It's really hard to accept the fact that no matter how hard I try, my best is never going to be as good as someone's piece of cake, (metaphorically speaking of course).
   I guess what this all winds down to, is are these sludge modes really just my subconscious trying to come to terms with the question, "is it really worth it? Is it really worth trying your hardest when in the end you get the same results you'd have gotten without trying?"
   It just crushes me. It really does. I'm not like everyone else who seems to be good at fifty things, and doesn't have any problems with life at all. I'm not talented in the same ways, and in essence, I'm not even talented in as many ways. Though everyone tries to break out of that, 'plain old Jane mold', I fear that because of my limited capacity to handle the harder things in life, that it will leave me staring up towards a great mansion of achievements I will never attain. I'm not Brandon Sanderson, as much as that thought pierces my heart to the very core. I have a lot of room to grow in my writing, education, skills, talents, and the million other things everyone seems to have dangling off one hand.
   After all of this, I suppose that I fear my own imperfection. Not being worth it. Of trying, and then failing. As I think about it, my own doubts have taken root as my enemy within my very mind.
   Undoubtedly, this phase will pass just as they always do. I will come to grips my fears, and it will vanish until being called upon again. It's interesting to realize that everyone handles doubts differently, and though my way of handling things might not be the most desirable way, it seems to eventually come to a conclusion. The most important part really, is holding on to what you know about yourself, and not letting the trials you undergo become who you are. Everyone is allowed to have doubts, it is only when those doubts become your identity that you know you have to start a battle with yourself. You need to fight for the person you know is hiding beneath your insecurities. The person you want to become.

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Wednesday, March 19

Good Books Vrs. Bad Books


 Harry Potter
The topic of good and bad books, has been a continuing focus of my, (rather lengthy), heated rampages for quite a while now. I have finally arrived at the conclusion though, that I can no longer impose upon the good will of the ears around me to listen to my incessantly aggravated rants for over three hours a day. In effect of this, I will now compose my thoughts on the matter for all too bare witness too. (-and possibly roll your eyes at...)

    ☸ To preface, I would like to point out that these are the opinions of a long time reader and aspiring author. I understand that writing is not easy, and therefore no matter how crummy the book turns out to be, it should at least be deemed worth some degree of respect for simply having been written. It takes an insane amount of dedication, work, sweat, tears, and hard work for these novels to come about. My thoughts and feelings on the final product, do not reflect towards the writer as a person, simply because of the outcome of the particular novel in question.

 16 Quotes That Will Make You Want To Cuddle Up With A Book

   So, where to begin? If you are an avid reader, you more than likely have encountered that one book which served as the catalyst into your sudden adoration of the printed world. For me, the journey began with Eragon by . If you think this is impressive, wait until you read the book.
   Eragon is loaded with a sort of magic you can only find in the depths of the world of fantasy. It sparks the imagination into a dizzying whirl of bedazzlement, in a way that stirs the heart into a passionate craving for adventure and creativity you cannot find anywhere else. The characters robbed me of my heart, and became the people I admired most in the world of literature. Eragon, taught me that loyalty, friendship, fantasy, and adventure, were right at my fingertips! He showed me that they were worth fighting for, even if it meant going against insurmountable odds, and even in times when the enemy sometimes was yourself.
   This epic adventure became the first in a long line of books I now treasure with a sort of esteemed reverence. Throughout my childhood and into my current years, Harry Potter, Spiderwick, The Rangers Apprentice, The Book of Three, The Series of Unfortunate Events, Bartimaeus, Percy Jackson, Inkheart, Fablehaven, Peter and the Star Catchers, The city of Ember, Mind Games, The Host, The Hunger Games, Candy Shop War, Lord of The Rings (though that was mainly the movies), The Immortal Rules, Seven Realms, and so many other titles have shaped my very soul and being into the person I am now. Eventually, I even discovered my all-time favorite novels, Mistborn and The Stormlight Archive both by Brandon Sanderson, along with Unwind by Neal Shusterman.

 

   A good book, is made up of more than just fancy words and carefully put together sentences. It's much more than an interesting plot line, or even good characters. When you're reading a good book, It's as though part of your soul awakens and forms an unexplainable bond with the spirit inked onto the page. The words on the paper jump to life! It's more than a movie, where only the visual sense is engaged, it's so much more. Reading entails emotion, mind activity, and interpretation on a higher level than many other forms of entertainment. It's like a living, breathing thing within your mind. It's beautiful and enchanting. Full of fire, and energy. Good books are really the doors to another reality. A reality which can be crossed into every time you open the page, no matter what's going on in your life at the moment. You find yourself desperate for the next glimpse into that world when you are apart, the mere moments you spend away like the aching seconds ticking by in an eternity. It is a form of art so explicitly delicate and bewitching, that it's hard to return to our reality when the story closes. It is these books, which I have come to love with a fervent passion.


   Now, as expected, let's turn our attention to the real topic for this post. Bad books.
   It has become increasingly apparent to me, on my many voyages to and from the library, that most of the books being written in our current age are absolute, bloody rubbish. Let me address the two main reasons behind this:

1. Insta-love.

   I cannot. No, I really cannot tolerate this form of complete and utter abandonment from the good name of literature. These abysmal creations should be sought out, and destroyed in waves of fire and acid. For those of you who evidently do not know what insta-love is, it is the rather absurd situation that commonly happens in many young adult 'books', (and I use that term loosely), when the heroine/hero instantly falls in love with the subject of romantic attention upon first glance.
   First of all, this is NOT what happens in real life. Sure, you may abstractly observe to yourself, "Oh, he/she's pretty cute. I might want to get to know them." -but "Oh my gosh, I'm in love with this girl I barely know and am going to ask her to marry me as soon as I can get close enough to pack her in the back of my car," IS NOT APPROPRIATE. It is a lazy, uninteresting, and a downright sickening form of hackneyed phrases known by the common term, as a cliché. I cannot stress how boring, and downright terrible these books are.
   In my opinion, the insta-love spree started with the popular young adult novel, Twilight by Stephenie Meyer. Now, for those of you who have actually read the book, I think we can agree that it wasn't as bad as all the hype made it out to be. It was far from good, but it was enjoyable enough to keep my attention, despite its many flaws. After Twilight's sudden birth into our world however, I feel that every halfwit with a scrap of writing ability, has suddenly decided to recreate the story of Twilight by just changing the names and adding a new mush extra. 
This is utter blasphemy to the dignity of the human race.
   If I read one more book starting out with "girl in high school, sees attractive looking boy with a dark secret," I'M GOING TO FREAKING BURN THE BOOK ON TELEVISION.
   Writers out there, if you are considering writing a book, PLEASE do NOT use the overused ideas within our young adult genre. I understand that not everyone can be as brilliant as Brandon Sanderson, but if you could just put a little more than a days thought into this book, that would be appreciated.

2. Flat characters/plot.



   This is pretty much along the same lines as the first, yet a little more specific. Use your brain. Recently, I read the absolutely heartbreaking novel, The fault In Our Stars by John Green. Not only did he use his brain, but he crafted a thought provoking, beautifully worded novel, about real pain and heart ache. He showed us what it is really like to be human, and have problems that cause you to stick out from the rest of society. It wasn't hard for the main characters. It was brutal. Not only did he excellently portray the romance, but he developed it without it becoming the characters themselves. Though Hazel and Augustus loved each other, they still had their own personalities. They kept what was most important in themselves, while building up the rest through each other.
   When I open a romance book, I want there to be a real effort made by the author to capture what love really means. That entails building, developing, and cultivating the relationship without it becoming their entire personality. No one likes to read about that sappy girl and boy who just hang all over each other and have real no life outside of making out on ally walls, (Jace and Clary, I'm looking at you).
   There are reasons for plots. They are meant to progress a story, regardless of what that story is about. When I open a book, and the only real thing that happens on the paper is that Sally's dog dies, I'm going to be disappointed. However, if the grocery store next to Sally's house gets blown up, and she suddenly finds large pastries wrapped in stylishly pink wrapping paper at her doorstep every Friday, with mysterious notes adorned with illustrations depicting various winky faces, I'm going to be intrigued. (Maybe slightly creeped out too, but you get the point).
   Writing is meant to be an adventure! It's not meant to bore the reader to sleep with endless clichés and overused plot ideas. If you can't at least try to be original, then why not just attach a helpful notice to the front of your book stating, "I basically ripped this story idea off Twilight, read at your own peril." This would be much appreciated by the girl who now has to check out over twenty books from the library every week, just to find out that over six of them are basically plagiarism. 
   I think most times authors really don't value the true worth of both characters, plot, and dialog as much as they should. I'm not against writing about what you're passionate about, but I do plead with you to try and be yourself! Don't bend to the whims of the popular book trends, strike out on your own. I don't want another Hunger Games, or X-men. I want something that you thought up, you came up with. I want to read something that jumps to life in my hands!


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   Though I could really go on about this for a few hours, I feel this is enough to accentuate my points for the moment. Any thoughts? Was I too harsh, or not harsh enough? Do you agree with Twilight being the mother of all insta-love?










Wednesday, November 13

4 Reasons Why Not to Fall for a Book Character

 

Admit it, you've done it just as much as I have.  How could you possibly resist that sexy smirk, or sauntering walk? How could your breath NOT be sucked away at the sight of him battling hordes of ugly creatures without breaking a sweat. His poetic speech, flawless grammar. It's more than you ever thought could possibly exist! How could you not help falling in love with him the moment he walked into the room and then spending every waking second mulling over the words he last spoke; anxiously waiting for the next moment you can quietly sink back into the corner and again be reunited. There is one small, practically irreverent problem-

he lives inside of a book... 

   If you suffer from this rather common form of 'Fictional Mooning', rest assured that your not alone. However, just because your not alone doesn't change the fact that this relationship you have is going to crash and burn. One of you is going to end up back on the shelf, and the other, enduring the rest of their lonely existence alone... You might be thinking that I could never understand what you two have. You spend sleepless nights pouring over his words (never receiving a reply), your life for the past few years has slowly gravitated around him, he is all you can talk about. Deep inside, (very deep), you know that he loves you just as much as you love him.
   If those thoughts struck a cord with you, stop a moment and read these words carefully. Your under an alluring, easily susceptible spell woven by magicians (who are known in their mortal forms as authors). Let me break some cold hard facts to you about the relationship, (Fictional Mooning), your under.

 Its a one sided relationship, he doesn't know you exist.
 You know how your plans for the two of you to travel to Hogwarts during the spring failed because he never showed up? Remember the wedding dress you bought when he inadvertently proposed? Remember that time you spent the whole night asking him if something was wrong, and never received a reply? Yeah, it's because he didn't even know you made them. Though you may be communicating just fine, his attitude towards you will always remain the same - indifferent. The hard truth of the matter is that no matter how much you flaunt around to catch his attention, the separation between you and him is the span of a thick, paper book. One that he can't see you through. Any attachments you make between the two of you will be but empty gestures to him.



No matter how much time you dedicate to him, 
he is always going to walk off with some other girl.
   All those survivors of  'Fictional Mooning' can easily relate to this. You spend hours, and I mean HOURS, pouring over every move, ever word he ever speaks. You analyze his flaws and strengths, you brag constantly about him to your friends. He is the only one who can make you feel better after a long day, he's the one you go to first when you have a problem. You depend upon him, you listen to him, you wish you could drop the insignificant life around you just to clutch the pages he resides in. However, no matter how many pages you flip back, he always ends up leaving you and walking away with some other girl. Never, in the history of 'Fictional Mooning' has there been a different outcome. The statistics are at an undeniable 100% probability, and if you think your case is different, think again. You know those millions of other girls who used to hang over his every word? What happened to them?...
They're in their bedrooms cursing his name. That's what.


There is such a thing as unattainably perfect.
I mean, your amazing right? Why wouldn't he fall for you the moment you laid eyes on him. Half the world is swooning in a dead slump to the ground over him, but they aren't you. Your different. While their infatuation will eventually fade over the years you have a dedication which cannot be challenged by earthly restraints. You were 'meant' for each other, what more could he ask for? He is perfect, every aspect of him akin to an almost godly perfection. He radiates a zeal and enticement that no one else has ever managed to capture. He is so perfect that.... it's almost creepy. He hasn't a flaw you don't know down to the dot, he hasn't a quality you haven't adored in leisure. Then again, is perfection really what you want? If being human means we must make mistakes, what happens when his every mistake seems to be a calculated flaw? Does that make him... Inhuman? In other words, is he really real after all?...

-and yes, that's David Tennant whom we ALL love.

Your absolutely, without a doubt, doomed to a tragic relationship break up.
In the end, after all the un-returned calls, slammed covers, covert ignoring from across the room, and the fraternizing with other fictional characters; one way or another you will eventually come to the conclusion (that all Fictional Mooners) come to. He doesn't care about you as much as you care about him. No matter how much you try and shove this truth in his face he'll keep on going through the same motions of before, like he didn't hear a word you just said.  The worst part? He won't even give you the decency of a 'goodbye', or 'I'm sorry'. It will just be you. Alone. Sobbing as he moves into the next volume without you.


   To your horror, by now you may have identified yourself as a 'Fictional Mooner'. Let me feebly caution you against this, as I struggle with my last horribly messy fictional breakup. No matter how much charm he layers on, RESIST THE TEMPTATION. Avoid the blissful heart break you'll relive moving onto the next published book and live your life in solitude.

My Current 'Fictional Mooning':

1.Connor Lassiter (Unwind)
2.Hanson Alister (The seven realms)
3.Kelsier, known as the Survivor of Hathsin (Mistborn)
4.Murtagh Morzansson (Eragon)
5. James (Mind Games)

Saturday, July 27

Writers aversion







I've discovered the perfect explanation to my avoidance of writing these past two years.
   I have a very rare form of writers aversion. It is fatal upon contagion, and leaves the victim unable to stomach even a small look at anything they have written.
   For example, you open up your thick notebook, covered in scrawling words, and for a horrible moment you think you might die just looking at the numberless flaws which pretty much make up everything on the page. Within three seconds of opening up that notebook it's closed again, and hastily being shoved back onto the shelf. For the rest of the day you try to ignore the notebook, which seductively calls to you with its alluring voice. You nearly seurcom to the urge to write but are kept at bay by the rather loud protesting voice of your inner mind. Why try to write, when it will turn out fouler then a three year old gallon of milk left in the garage? Your love for writing matters little when you can't even acquire the momentum you need to start.
   For those of you who know me, you are probably already aware of my major aversion to writing. Though I may proclaim to love it, my unwillingness to actually write may convince you otherwise. You could even be part of the mighty few who have attempted to get me going again, trying to get the old Lyndsey, the one who cared little about the mistakes and flaws, to come back again.
   Though the old Lyndsey could plop herself down at a computer and write for hours that's not who I'm trying to become. I need a new Lyndsey, who can clearly and eloquently convey her emotions onto the paper with accuracy. Who can maintain an interesting dialogue, and glide between topics with ease. I need a Lyndsey who's ideas are fresh, and exciting, or else a Lyndsey that can write in a way that makes it feel so.

   I'm undertaking a sort of personal boot camp this year, to start to shape myself out into the person I feel can achieve these things, or at least come somewhere close. The list below contains things I feel could help me to improve, and may not work with everyone, though its never a bad idea to try.

My Writing Plan:

1. Write everyday! Writing consistently gives you practice, and-gasp, is one of the best ways to become a better writer. Have you wondered why your writing skills seem to decline during summer vacation? You don't have those handy writing assignments to keep you whacked into shape!
   Writing everyday doesn't mean you have to spend hours pouring over your desktop, attempting to practice your skills. Just make a prompt, and go with it. Write until you have finished what you want to say. (Poetry is also acceptable). Here is a website I found helpful in giving prompts: http://www.pw.org/writing-prompts-exercises.

2. Starting up random narratives in your mind. Describe the trees, the sky, your bedroom, in as much detail as you can. At first it will take effort but eventually the routine will become embedded in you and you may catch yourself narrating things without meaning to.


 “Sometimes even returning to the favorite books doesn’t work. There’s no inspiration to be found in the pages of Hopscotch, Pale Fire, or My Loose Thread. Words just seem stifling. Reminders of what I can’t seem to do. That’s when I turn to my photography books, cracking open their oversized spines and staring at images that stare blankly back at me. Something happens the longer I look at the static ghostly fashion photographs of Deborah Turbeville, the shadow-swallowed teenagers of Bill Henson, the colorful coke bottles, shower tiles, and oven interiors of William Eggleston. Shards of narrative rise to the surface. Gestures begin to suggest movement and character. It’s a world awaiting syllables that haven’t already been soiled.”
Jeff Jackson, author of Mira Corpora (Two Dollar Radio, 2013)

3. If your getting bored as you write a passage, chances are your reader will be just as bored when reading it. Add variety in your writing, make things happen instead of talking about things to happen.

4. Read, read, read, read, and read some more! I have heard many times that the best writers start off by reading everything they can set their eyes on. If it has words, they will find it! By reading you gain what little instruction you can on writing. You can be inspired, learn more about writing then you could from a teacher, recognize character development and different patterns which make a book good or bad book. Start to learn who you are through this, write reviews on the books you read. Writing reviews will help you to understand your thought process better, as well as train yourself to organize your ideas on paper in a coherent way.

5. There doesn't always have to be a moral of the story. The best books I have ever read often are in shades of grey, wrong and right so unclear you really have to search deep in yourself to find the answers.
 

6. If you haven't decided on this already, it would be a good idea to start now. Get a spare notebook and create lists of your favorite words, and favorite sentences. After finishing a good book write a paragraph about a character you loved, or a plot twist you thought was ingenious.

7. Make sure you are somewhere where you can think! I know many people listen to music and such when they are writing, but for me It is to distracting. I can't really get into the writing when my mind is divided between the awesome lyrics of three days grace's newest song and the half finished paragraph in front of me.

8. Don't get frustrated with yourself, writing doesn't come to you in one blinding moment of talent. It takes a lot of time, and a lot of practice. Your first book will likely be like a rough diamond at first, still in need of polishing up. Your going to make mistakes, but don't stumble. Get back up and keep at it!

 

9.  Be creative, be imaginative. As we get older we think we are to mature to do a lot of the things we did as kids, but maybe we just don't have the same imaginations. Try to think up stories to explain everything, that kid walking outside your house? Who is he, what is his story? Does he live a quite, humble life. Or is every moment spent in extravagance and false thrill. Everything has a story, create them in your mind. Give meaning to the simplest rock in the dirt.

10. Learn more about grammar! Sentence structure, spelling, and such will be important during the editing process.

11. Enjoy yourself! Writing isn't just about creating a piece to be proud of, its about enjoying the process there. Let yourself have fun with these prompts and exercises, extend yourself, challenge yourself. Make things interesting!


 

   Sometimes its harder to write when things aren't busy, then when they are. You have so much room, so much empty time. Its hard to get the motivation to put yourself up to it. For now I thought I would recount two of my biggest dreams of the moment. One, to become an actual writer that I can be proud of, and two, to attend Brigham Young University in Provo Utah. Where, hopefully, I can take a creative writing course from my favorite author on the planet.

   Again, thanks for reading! If you have any other ideas you think would benefit my list, please comment with them below!