Beyond Fire by TTL - Catching Fire original score.
Got my first rejection.
Then realized I better get used to it. So it’s good practice.
I think it’s really incredible how fast one can fall from a high. Two weeks ago I got great feedback on my short story draft for my creative writing class. Everyone said it was really good, I got great comments, great feedback, and for a split second I was over the moon. I thought wow, maybe I actually don’t completely suck. Maybe I have a future here.
But time is always the killer of immediate hopes. It’s been a week and a half and doubt has creeped back into my mind. I went from this could really really really happen to I’m really really really dumb. And unoriginal. And uninspiring. And stupid.
I am a nerdfighter and have read all of John Green’s books but Will Grayson Will Grayson (I’m saving that for my reward after finishing Infinite Jest, which I had no idea was almost 1,000 pages long). I watch Vlogbrothers, Hank Games, and interviews and I just can’t help but think dammit, I will never ever be that intelligent. I will never have the insight that John Green has and I’ll be worthless as a writer and I blow and everything blows and I should just give up now.
And I’m absolutely not out of that wood yet. Maybe I will be. Maybe I’ll write a book and it won’t completely suck. But as of now, I am in the suck camp. Hopefully I’ll get out of this rut.
[4/∞] Favorite Book Quotes » The Fault in our Stars by John Green
A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I’m likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful.
"the more everyone knows just what a nerdfighter is, the more the definition hardens. The most beautiful and intriguing parts of any identity tend to be the fluid ones. And the young people nerdfighteria attracts, after all, are often as confused and lonely and frustrated as they are because they don’t fit into the boxes, a problem that can hardly be resolved by creating a new one."
Just started Infinite Jest. 900+ pages? Teeny tiny print? Challenge accepted.
Last weekend in Edinburgh, a friend of mine with her partners released their first edition of Far Off Places, a literary magazine featuring prose, poems, and illustrations designed to help aspiring writers a place to strut their stuff.
I found this project through my friend’s facebook and, on a whim, decided to give it a go. The theme was “Fairytales” which inspired me to write a more brutal version of The Little Mermaid, mostly drawing off of the original Brothers Grimm story and adding a twist of my own. It was a lot of fun to write and my first real piece of prose, though only about 1200 words.
I love the idea of creative writing students and enthusiasts providing an outlet for those like me who are trying to learn more about the craft as well as find a place that is actually willing to publish newcomer’s pieces. In a community that can be dreadfully challenging, competitive, and nearly impossible to find success, it is a breath of fresh air to find very talented people willing to give a helping had to those who, like them, find utter enjoyment and happiness in writing, language, and art.
Brava guys! I cannot wait to hear more on Issue II! Good luck, I wish you the best.
This is a brand new online literary magazine for new writers! I’ve submitted to their first issue but submissions for issue 2 are open! Go check it out!
Due to the unpredictability of life I have been unable to get, as they say, a “real job”. Real jobs involve desks, computers, and from what I have observed through various television shoes, witticisms and sexual relations galore. I, unfortunately, only have access to a few of these (no, sex is not one of them).
So here I am, serving coffee, making lattes, and occasionally swearing to my manager in the back room about the bitch and bastard who wanted their lattes at exactly 200 degrees, causing the milk to explode out of the pitcher and onto my face.
Don’t get me wrong, being a barista is a real job and a tough job, especially for the introverts like me.
But in reality, I would rather be doing something else. I like to write. And one day, hopefully, someone will be generous enough to pay me. So here my over-caffeinated self will write. Observations, commentaries, anything to keep my writing ability from rusting in the waters of depression and laziness.
I want to follow some writing blogs! If you know of any, please send them to me!!