Prepare for a lot of Disney gifs.
I did a life of a writer in Pixar gifs before, and I wanted to do reader follow-up version because while writers have a lot of problems writing, readers have to experience the emotional journey for themselves with no idea of what’s ahead.
It’s pretty easy to get sucked into the fandom life. In fact, most people don’t even realize it until they’re in hopelessly deep. And it can all start with a single book. After that, you’re ensnared forever, doomed to repeat this cycle forever.
When you start a glorious new book and you’re ready to sacrifice your sanity to it:
And it’s fun for a while. But then you KNOW something bad is going to happen and you rant to the author, even though it won’t do anything.
At first writing this post was more of a therapy/outlet for me. Then I thought: “Maybe I should post this.” And I went back and forth between posting this and not. But Tuesday rolled around and I didn’t have anything to post for Wednesday except this. So here is a dump about me, and sort of about self love.
I’ll have a normal post for next week. I can’t keep spilling my soul on the inter-web XD. I somehow thought it would be a good idea to post the drawings that I put along with each little blurb. Please be nice to my bad art :P. Continue reading
Today we have a collection of my most random thoughts. A lot of this is a conglomeration of my thoughts, other peoples thoughts, songs, idk, everything all mixed up with each other until I don’t know what is what. So I don’t claim these as all my own, but I did think of them.
Dirt is made up of a lot of dead things, composed and buried for years and years. Yet flowers still grow in it. Continue reading
I saw this on a few other blogs, and was inspired to create an aesthetic post of my own
because I’m running out of ideas. because I liked it.
image one: astronaut with plants. I like plants. I have two in my room, but I want more. Plants make everything happy it seems. I seem to kill everything I touch. I had one of those terrarium plants that live in a sealed jar. Its lived for three years. Then, last month, I saw that the leaves had shriveled. I don’t know why, maybe a contaminant got in.
moral: living in an isolated environment seems to protect you, but it kills you in the end. Continue reading
Anyone who knows me could tell you that I am a perfectionist. Not an obsessive perfectionist, but you know, an obsessive perfectionist.
Most of the perfectionist thoughts are aimed at making me a perfect human. This can be very damaging.
But it can also be good.
If there’s something I’m bad at, I’ll often throw myself into the thing until it’s better.
I have a few fears, like everyone does. But instead of avoiding them, I say to myself, “Wouldn’t it be a great idea to conquer the fears, so you’re not a weak human? You need to be strong and perfect.”
This has gotten me into some unpleasant situations. Continue reading
So I did a 30 song challenge a few months back, and I found another one.
Also, be sure to come back Thursday for part two of The Witch’s Children.
If anyone else does this, please comment below so I can see what you did 😉
Edit: WordPress notified me that this was my 100th post, so that’s kinda cool.
Dear Younger Me:
Hey you, yes you. Eight year old me. I know you’re thinking about other worlds, places, magic, unicorns, and other things that don’t really fit into everyone else’s real life. That’s okay. You’re not weird, even if the other kids think you are. You’re going to learn to embrace that for who you are. Because you didn’t really fit in this world. You’re going to create new different worlds that those kids could never dream of. And you’ll fit in there. You can be as crazy as you want to be, and trust me, you will.
You had stories pulsing in your blood, even if you didn’t realize it. You were always making your friends act out in elaborate tales, sometimes against their will. You created a lot of half-finished ideas, but left them because you thought they were bad. Continue reading
I found a notebook while cleaning my room recently. (You find all sorts of things when you clean your room, don’t you?) I was curious, and flipped the notebook open. I started reading. Then I remembered I wrote a story on a long car trip in that notebook when I was in fourth grade or somewhere around that age. I got about a quarter a way through writing the story until I quit because it was basically a Magic Tree House book.
I still regard it as my first major foray into writing, however. (I don’t count the numerous fifteen sentence stories I wrote as a kindergartner.)
So, to see how far I’ve come, I decided to rewrite a portion of the story. Continue reading
Guys. It’s been one whole year. O.o This is a bit of a momentous occasion, and it calls for a post to celebrate. I also have a poll at the end of this post, so please take a sec to complete that! 😉 Continue reading
I saw this tag on loren’s blog, and decided to try it myself. The rules are as followed:
- write 30 character names on pieces of paper
- fold them up and put them in a bowl or whatever
- pick two slips of paper and decide between the two for each question
I tried to use well known characters, but there may be a few weird ones. Continue reading