culture references.

really, i know music so well. and by music, i mean pop music. i'm sure if you say any cliche phrase or whatever, you'll cue some song running through my head.

pss:right back to square one.

a/n: so this is a different sort of pss. some people send in e-mails, so i'm using one of those this time instead of the photo of the postcard.


prompt: i'm afraid that i'll lose one of the best friends that i've ever had. just because i can't say hi to him outside of school when we see each other in person.

muse:v is for vixen.

a/n: y'all can guess at what inspired this story. but even if you guess it, i'm not tellin'.

you know that awkward moment when someone unexpectedly chokes you?

found here. these are my two favorite characters on the show, shawn spencer (right) and carlton lassiter (left). their interaction and relationship dynamic is just so hilarious. 

ah, the boys

psych goodness.

i want to hang out with them.

silence of the authors.

no, our story is not as graphic as "silence of the lamb" but nevertheless...

ep:oscillating mess.

some children asked what "ep" meant. it is an acronym for "emotion pile." most of my writing is based on things in my own life and the emotions that stem from them. the emotion pile is just where these come out completely raw and zero percent filtered.

experience and online-ness.

first, experience. then, internet.

pss:smile

a/n: sorry for being so inconsistent with the postsecret stories! some weeks it is just hard to find one that isn't too overly depressing and whatnot to write about. i can't really exactly write a story from the silly ones, although i promise i shall try. one day.
but in the meantime, enjoy the schmoop.

process de l'edits.

no, i don't know french. i promise. it is le truth.

old things. and styles.

once again with style. i'm sorry! ):

istyle.

now, even after i've written my story, i'm not entirely sure what my style is.

organicity.

normally, i read through everyone's blog posts. normally, i enjoy doing this--it's fun to see what's going on in everyone's heads. organic flow is beautiful to read.
disclaimer: my opinion is in this post, so feel free to ignore it. i'm serious. please don't get angry at me, this is the way i view things. it's not the be-all end-all. you all have been awesome.

correlations between writing and energy levels.

so, it is actually not a linear relationship. or a power slash exponential one for that matter either. i think it's more inverse.

the writing life, chapter four. and five. and six. but not seven.

here comes a huge line of bullets. hope y'all don't die. slash bleed out.

making of:the longest recess.

aside from being based in the junoverse, the story of "the longest recess" comes from a mix of punnery and real life experience.

muse:please don't end.

a/n: i was inspired by diane's msn status. it was really powerful.

opinions.

you've got opinions man! we're all entitled to 'em, but i never asked. so let me thank you for your time and try not to waste any more of mine... get outta here fast. 

it's amazing how much this simple line from sara bareilles' "king of anything" relates to workshop comments. and just everything in general. we should all respect each other's opinions, know which ones don't really matter, and filter them out. because ultimately you are the writer, and you decide and determine what goes in and what doesn't make the cut. 

pss:not so between the lines.

muse:the legs.

a/n: i promised someone that i'd help with story revisions... so here 'tis. please, excuse my 2 'o clock brain. oh, and the point of view difference. sorry.

man, am i powerful.

i am realizing this power now as i go through all the comments everyone gave me.

b-wars?

ummm... so there seem to be Things going on.

muse:bookmark

muse:
the long, bamboo bookmark flashes through the air as i swivel it between my fingers, up and down. the old blue ribbon wrapped around the stick is slowly unraveling, its fibers sticking out at awkward angles with an uncannily high number of independent threads. the name of a country is painted onto the wood, the memory of a journey imbued in the foreign wood. i drop the bookmark back into the crease of the book i'm reading and let the nostalgic bamboo stick take me back into its past, its story. the lights around me continue to glow softly as i let myself slip into a deep slumber, punctuated by the glimpses of a life past.

muse:the things he carries.

wow, i haven't done one of these in a while. do i even have any muses for the new year?

moore on style - vissi d'arte.

please note, i have no idea how to actually pronounce that title. i thought it was french, but i thought wrong.

recess is over. it was hard work.

that's right, y'all heard correctly. "the longest recess," my official first short story, is completed.

returning a favor...

so apparently, i have been linked to A Thing. and i am returning the favor because i want more viewershippppp.

the writing life, chapter three.

so this chapter was actually a ton of fun and made me lol many times.

the longest recess is almost done.

that's right kids, my first "official" short story will be up soon. come tuesday night or so, it shall be posted at the top in the tabs bar. look forward to it!

pss:ebay, the best revenge.

a/n: i think i'm getting progressively worse at writing these thingits. this one looked fun... mao mao.

my entry.

so my contest entry is a tab at the top of the page, if you haven't seen it already.

of titles and things.

it seems to be a trend in the y-chromosome population of the class to have no title. some of the stories so far have had titles, and then now, a lot of them don't. some stories i'm able to help with a title (such as david's "purgatorio del mare" [purgatory of the sea] and john's "checkmate") but yeah. and don't get me wrong, it's hard to come up with a title.

for my story, it wasn't hard really. kayla and i discussed the relative outline of the story and the title was where we started. it all expounded from there... so it really depends when you name your story.

hand-holding. a set of contrasts.

i find that most of the time, opposites attract.

ep:sometimes.

sometimes, you make me smile
others, you make me laugh
sometimes, you just make my day
and i spend all night just basking in the happiness.

sometimes, you make me cry
others, you make my heart ache
sometimes, you just ruin my day
and i spend all night just hurting in the dark.

stories of today.

so just a random little post to say that i really think that "chess" should be retitled as "checkmate." winning that trophy was the character's final move, and everything else up to that point was "just a game" where he lost so many pieces, hated the game, and eventually ended up winning.

ep:emotion-less than me.

in this weekend, i have realized what an essential part of me emotions are.

pss:bye, freak.

a/n: my first try at an angry piece. let me know what you think.

brotherhood.

okay, no, not the type of brotherhood that goes around assassinating people or anything, but a TRIAD. and by that, i also do not mean the chinese mafia. nope, nothing like that at all. ...although half of the triad is chinese if that counts for anything.

mobile7:awkward dinner with the inlaws.

as i kept saying before, i can't really write anything without experiencing it myself.

1.1.11

yet another year that i have to accustom myself to writing. i'm sure that half of my school papers will end up with a "10" on them instead of an "11." so, a couple things about writing and then some things not about writing.