My thoughts are less organized this time, as I didn't have time to write them down. However, me, my mom, and grandma went to Forks, Washington (where Twilight took place). It was an amazing place, and we learned that Stephanie Meyers had been there only a week earlier, on Bella's birthday. Realizing that I could have met a successful author was very interesting, and I realized that I would have loved to. I have thought very little about the Twilight books, largely because I don't like romances, and it was even more enforced by how much those on the One Year Adventure Novel forum hate it. I realized that I had come to find the writer ridiculous as well. I realize that that isn't only unfair, but a very wrong thing for a Christian to do. And, as a writer, I should respect my fellow writers. So what if I thought that the Dragons in Our Midst series was laughable? That doesn't mean Brian Davis is. So what if Lois Lowry got her math way off in the Giver? I should still respect her. I'm very glad to have learned this.
Also, my brother has been in Mexico while we were in the States, and he ARRIVED!!! It truly is wonderful to have him back.
Finally, I have been thinking a lot about the future, in many ways, such as whether or not to go to collage and which dreams aside from writing I should invest my time in. I'm still uncertain of whether I should pursue music in any way, though I do want to keep making video games. I might also want to make videos, but I don't know if I should.
Another note, for those of you who write too, I recently got a book on Kindle about being a self-published author that is really good, (and teaches formatting!) called The Manifesto of Independent Writing & Publishing. It's free right now, though I'm not sure if it is going to stay like that. I should also warn you, he does use some swear words.
Showing posts with label Blogging Month. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Blogging Month. Show all posts
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Blogging Month ~ Part 1
I'm very sorry that I haven't posted for so long, I've been really busy visiting with family and friends. So, I'm going to do Blogging Month in two parts rather than four.
First day (Just having left home, my brother stayed behind): It hurts to do something that you once enjoyed with another. I then began to think of the word enjoyed. We normally think of it as a very passive thing, but if you try to separate it at the right point (en-joyed) it suggests putting joy into something. I realize that this is a better way to think of it, because then we can remember to enjoy things that we do not naturally have fun doing, such as a long drive.
Second day: Pretty much same.
Third day (I got sick, having a fever): I found that your really can enjoy anything, if you can find a reason. Being a writer, I found that I could use my fever to learn what it truly is like. After all, a fever is a common symptom of sickness, as well as when a bad injury is received.
Fourth day (my mom realizes that I could have dengue a mosquito-carried disease that includes fever, as well as bone-ache): I found that I could simply trust in God that is was not dengue, and I was rewarded for my trust when I found that I simply needed to drink more water. I also realized that worry and doubt are not the same thing. Everyone worries, which is simply to wonder what could happen and perhaps be fearful, but doubt is when we do not trust in God, and doubt whether or not He can or will help us.
Fifth day (I have begun reading Pilgrim's Progress): I find that allegories don't work very well when trying to translate physical life to spiritual life.
After this, I have no notes or clear-cut memories as to what happened when, but I also came to the conclusion that the rush and stress of American life is not healthy, and that I am certainly not made for it. I've also learned that compromises must be made, not only with others, but with yourself. For example, me and Vi would like to be roommates when we grow up. Well, she certainly isn't moving down to rural Mexico, now is she? And thus I have made the compromise with myself that I will not return to Mexico as soon as I had hoped, but instead will send the beginning of my adult life in America as Violet's roommate. Though, I suppose, most people simply call this "picking the best option".
First day (Just having left home, my brother stayed behind): It hurts to do something that you once enjoyed with another. I then began to think of the word enjoyed. We normally think of it as a very passive thing, but if you try to separate it at the right point (en-joyed) it suggests putting joy into something. I realize that this is a better way to think of it, because then we can remember to enjoy things that we do not naturally have fun doing, such as a long drive.
Second day: Pretty much same.
Third day (I got sick, having a fever): I found that your really can enjoy anything, if you can find a reason. Being a writer, I found that I could use my fever to learn what it truly is like. After all, a fever is a common symptom of sickness, as well as when a bad injury is received.
Fourth day (my mom realizes that I could have dengue a mosquito-carried disease that includes fever, as well as bone-ache): I found that I could simply trust in God that is was not dengue, and I was rewarded for my trust when I found that I simply needed to drink more water. I also realized that worry and doubt are not the same thing. Everyone worries, which is simply to wonder what could happen and perhaps be fearful, but doubt is when we do not trust in God, and doubt whether or not He can or will help us.
Fifth day (I have begun reading Pilgrim's Progress): I find that allegories don't work very well when trying to translate physical life to spiritual life.
After this, I have no notes or clear-cut memories as to what happened when, but I also came to the conclusion that the rush and stress of American life is not healthy, and that I am certainly not made for it. I've also learned that compromises must be made, not only with others, but with yourself. For example, me and Vi would like to be roommates when we grow up. Well, she certainly isn't moving down to rural Mexico, now is she? And thus I have made the compromise with myself that I will not return to Mexico as soon as I had hoped, but instead will send the beginning of my adult life in America as Violet's roommate. Though, I suppose, most people simply call this "picking the best option".
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