Marble Maze

Every day during my 9th period class I go to my Physics of Toys teacher. Due to her title it is safe to assume she has many toys. One of my friends and I always go to the Marble Maze. The maze takes focus to put together so that the marble will move. And it need time in order to not collapse. It was during one of these times that I realized how much time we would put into those things as kids.


These revelations make it so I can really look at my inner child. I think that helps with what I'm doing. If I'm able to do that then my children characters can be written and developed properly. So thanks, Ms. Nolan, for helping me to do that.

Slut Shaming

I feel the need to put this on here as it is another theme I use in writing. A girl sleeping with multiple guys is not a slut. A guy sleeping with multiple girls isn't a slut. No one is a slut. And just because someone is dressed one way doesn't mean they're, "Asking for it." It means they like clothes. I'll have characters that have slept with multiple people in the story. Guess what?

They're not bad people. They are never antagonist. Because it is no one's business who that character is sleeping with. The characters in mini skirts or tube tops? They aren't sluts and they aren't asking for another character's penis shoved into them. They are people. In my stories they are people and in real life they are people. They don't deserve to be treated in such a way.

Inspiration in the Shower

Every so often I will get inspiration in the shower. I do not know why but I do. Maybe it's the comforting warmth and seclusion. Either way sometimes something will come.

I was reminiscing about things in my past when the idea struck. I got an image. My bits of inspiration will come in images. I saw a girl sitting on the floor holding something. Then it clicked. I won't reveal hear what it is. No, that would give it all away. But I saw it and I shall write it and love it and expand it.

I see the girl alone on the floor and I remember myself. Only it's not me because that never happened to me. I don't put myself into the stories. I put pieces. If I put my whole person in it then it's just an autobiography or self inserting fan fiction. I don't do that. But the girl is real and alive in my head. All thanks to a shower.

Day of Silence

Today is the national Day of Silence. It is a protest against LGBT bullying. It is also a protest of how the effected youth must stay silent about who they are. To protest we stay silent. This means to everyone.

In my writing I have incorporated themes relating to sexuality and gender identification. It is something I connect with and find easy to write about in a way that would connect with a reader. Something a reader could relate to is the opposition faced by the characters. Just today, as I am silent, people who I am friends with are making fun of my silence. I coughed and they said, "Isn't that breaking your silence?" It's quite rude.

But it's what happens in real life. Experiences like this fuel writing fires. They give the characters life. They aren't two dimensional anymore if they face real challenges. So though opposition on a peaceful day discourage me, I can still say, "At least I can write about this and not be alone."

Writers Block: The Evil Witch

To write about writer's block is one of the hardest things to do. The way I see writers block is like the evil witch in a Grimm fairy tale. Writers block reels you in with it's proverbial candy and then leaves you in it's house to fatten up and be killed. I have experienced it many times. Luckily writers block makes me a video game character with infinite lives.

Even now I have writers block about what to write for this entry. It's like this barrier is put up between me and my ideas. This horrible wall that separates us. And as a writer I have to choose if I want to take the time, and if the work is good enough, to break down the wall.

There are many walls still up in my brain. They eventually crumble from age than the ideas zoom in my mind with no work to go to. They go to their own space. But writers block kept them from life. Damn you, writers block. 

The Process of Portfolios

This is the final quarter. One last hurrah before the year and class is done. I may not be graduating but it will reflect in my end-of-the-year portfolio. I am doing a short stories portfolio. It will contain:

1. A short story, edited and elongated some
2. Flash fictions with the 500-1000 word limit
3. Micro-fictions with the 50-300 word limit

Each story will be typed and shaped to what I wish to convey. No story will just be words on paper. Not even the paper will just be plain white nothingness. Lilly white with a story that is completely opposite doesn't work. At least an eggshell or cornsilk. This is because not everything is black and white, not even books.

Each sheet of fiction gets it's one place. It's one big story then the sheets will be closer look alike. Microfictions and flash fictions will not intermingle. They are their own beings, their own forms, and must be separate.

Genre's of the stories will possibly include but are not limited to:

1. Romance
2. Horror
3. Mystery
4. Science Fiction
5. Society: the problems within it

Writing, if not done everyday, will be often. Prompts or editing or some form of pen on paper or fingers on keys. That is important. Something must be writen or nothing will be done. And it must be done. The stories are crying out to be beautiful.