Hello people of the internet who read this tiny little blog. (Glad you’re here. Salutations.)
Recently I’ve been moving this blog in the direction of a more personal/lifestyle/idk themed blog. I originally started this as a writing blog, and there will still be a lot of those posts. But now there’s a lifestyle vibe to it. (Does anyone still use the word vibe? I like it.)
A little while ago, I published a post on perfectionism. This is kind of a follow-up, but not really post. (I actually had this idea before the perfectionism one, but haven’t written it.)
I have a lot of unfinished sketchbooks.
Some are filled half way, some only have a few pages filled, and some are missing pages.
The reason is this: I get upset at myself for not creating quality art, and cannot stand to look at it anymore. So after I get a decent way into a sketchbook, I get frustrated at the old, bad drawings, and have to start a new one.
I have this idea of a perfect sketchbook. Each page is filled with sketches, but they’re actually good sketches. Faces have the correct proportions, hands look like hands, and each piece makes you feel something. (Besides apathy and this-is-terribleness.)
I’ve always been a little upset that I am not great at the math/science side of things. I can do it, but it doesn’t come naturally, and I procrastinate. 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
It’s almost Christmas!!!
Thus, the lovely “snow” falling on the webpage. But I’m avoiding a small thing:
I haven’t posted lately.
There’s many reasons for that, but a big reason I don’t post Stories in general is because the stories I write are a part of me. I have to be vulnerable to put these writings up to the scary internet. My stories can be attacked every time I put them up, and then I spiral into self doubt and negativity, and that’s always a fun place to be in. Continue reading
Alrighty. Those of you who know me in real life know that I’m not a hopeless romantic. I’m not a anti-love person, I just have a lot of problems with the way it’s presented in media. This post isn’t going to focus on that as much as the cliches I see over and over in books.
This post could go on and on, but I’m going to focus on a few main areas. The “Insert Love Interest So Readers will Read My Book” trend, and the “Love at First Sight,” and “Damsel In Distress” cliches. Continue reading
Maybe you’ve seen a few posts and stuff with the hashtag RebelliousWriting. When I found out what it was, I jumped on the bandwagon. I’m not usually one to do stuff like this, but I emphasize with the message.
So, Aster, now that you’ve rambled on for a few sentences, what is Rebellious Writing?
It’s a movement started by Gray from graymariewrites. Since she put it so eloquently, I’ll just paste what she wrote.
#RebelliousWriting is a movement that demands for wholesome books. Books that are full of light, good morals, family, friendships, and adventures, instead of books full of darkness, swearing, sex, vile relationships, and lust. Let’s rebel against the social book standards that scream at us to fit in, in order to be cool or relevant.