So apparently something is up with blogger where it won't let people comment on random blogs. Mine just happens to be one of those blogs, of course, so I guess I'll just wait the issue out. If I have to relocated TTJIM2N (The Terrifying Journey Into My 2010 Nanowrimo), I will, but it's not something I particularly would like to do.
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Monday, October 4, 2010
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Fahrenheit 451
Right now in English class, we're reading the classic Fahrenheit 451. Now, I picked up a free used copy of this book a few years ago but sadly barely read the first three lines without dismissing it completely. When Mr. H said what book we would be reading, I was not looking forward to it at all. Only after got my copy did I notice that it was written by Ray Bradbury. I read his short story "A Sound of Thunder" a few years ago and enjoyed it very much.
I am currently about 1/3 of the way through the book and I can't believe what I've been missing out on for all of this time! Mr Bradbury managed to pinpoint exactly what's wrong with society fifty years before it even happened. Everyone is talking. We talk about celebrities, talk about politics, talk about what's for dinner. People are talking today more than they ever have, but what are we actually /saying/? Absolutely nothing. Hardly anyone is up for a good old debate anymore. They would much rather talk about the things that come easily to them.
Also, the book points out how people gradually became too sensitive. We can't portray New Yorkers as having a dirty mouth on tv, no no, because that might offend someone. Can't offend anyone!
Anyway, I'm not sure if any of this made sense, but I just felt the need to put it out there.
Nanowrimo 2010 in a little over a month!
I am currently about 1/3 of the way through the book and I can't believe what I've been missing out on for all of this time! Mr Bradbury managed to pinpoint exactly what's wrong with society fifty years before it even happened. Everyone is talking. We talk about celebrities, talk about politics, talk about what's for dinner. People are talking today more than they ever have, but what are we actually /saying/? Absolutely nothing. Hardly anyone is up for a good old debate anymore. They would much rather talk about the things that come easily to them.
Also, the book points out how people gradually became too sensitive. We can't portray New Yorkers as having a dirty mouth on tv, no no, because that might offend someone. Can't offend anyone!
Anyway, I'm not sure if any of this made sense, but I just felt the need to put it out there.
Nanowrimo 2010 in a little over a month!
Sunday, September 12, 2010
You're Not A Writer
I'm going to get straight to the point here. No crap. I have a friend who is also a writer. She writes these little 'novels' that are actually only about 5-7k words. She's my age (15) and really takes pride in her work. She tells everyone and gets people to read what she wrote. I always read her stuff and tell her what I thought about it (although what I tell her is thouroughly filtered so I don't hurt her feelings).
This is all fine and dandy. The only issue is that when I ask her if she wants to read a small bit of my own writing, she kind of laughs and brushes me off. The first time this happened, I was okay with it. But I've asked her several times since about several different pieces and she does the same thing every time. She doesn't take me seriously! A fellow explorer of this craziness called writing doesn't take one of her own seriously! It's driving me insane!
One thing I haven't mentioned yet; her writing isn't good. No, I'm not just jealous or letting the fact that she doesn't consider me a writer get to me. It just isn't good. Every single thing is a cliche and is a different version of Twilight. She doesn't even think she needs to edit. I understand that some people are really fantastic and don't need to edit, but she isn't one of those people. I like to consider myself a fairly decent writer, and I know that if I didn't edit everything would be a disaster.
Anyway, it's starting to really rub me the wrong way every time she has the nerve to ask me to read one of her pieces when she won't return the favor! I don't want to crush her dreams of being a professional writer by telling her that her writing isn't that good but it's becoming quite tempting! What should I do?
This is all fine and dandy. The only issue is that when I ask her if she wants to read a small bit of my own writing, she kind of laughs and brushes me off. The first time this happened, I was okay with it. But I've asked her several times since about several different pieces and she does the same thing every time. She doesn't take me seriously! A fellow explorer of this craziness called writing doesn't take one of her own seriously! It's driving me insane!
One thing I haven't mentioned yet; her writing isn't good. No, I'm not just jealous or letting the fact that she doesn't consider me a writer get to me. It just isn't good. Every single thing is a cliche and is a different version of Twilight. She doesn't even think she needs to edit. I understand that some people are really fantastic and don't need to edit, but she isn't one of those people. I like to consider myself a fairly decent writer, and I know that if I didn't edit everything would be a disaster.
Anyway, it's starting to really rub me the wrong way every time she has the nerve to ask me to read one of her pieces when she won't return the favor! I don't want to crush her dreams of being a professional writer by telling her that her writing isn't that good but it's becoming quite tempting! What should I do?
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