Because I believe that it is not only the duty of a writer to tell a story, but to read stories as well. And some of you may very well be rolling your eyes, I don’t know.
Sure, you can read stories fresh out of the book store; AKA ones that have been through the panic-inducing process of traditional publishing and are well on their way. Those stories do a wonderful job of broadening our view on how to tell a story that kicks ass.
But if you yourself are not yet in a bookstore, or if you have been self-published, and you’re looking for readers to help you through feedback and possibly gain you a little exposure among their circle of friends, well…you probably know how it feels to be drowning in a sea, trying hard to get your footing among millions of others. Our writing can be excellent—and sometimes we still struggle to get anyone to look at it.
So I’ve set up that page as a sort of notice to any writers out there…that I’m here for them if they need readers, and that I’m always willing to donate my time and feedback to their novels/novels in the making/short stories, etc. I’m an ally in the writing world, and I don’t charge anything to pull up next to you with my skiff and rescue you from the sea. Consider it my way of giving back, because an artist is not an artist if they don’t support their fellows in the field and contribute to their situation.
“The mind of a writer can be a truly terrifying thing. Isolated, neurotic, caffeine-addled, crippled by procrastination and consumed by feelings of panic, self-loathing, and soul-crushing inadequacy. And that’s on a good day!”—Robert DeNiro, 2014 Oscars (via the-motherfucking-dovahkiin)
I don’t usually update about the on goings of writing workshop, but yes, I am in one again this semester (and I am loving it). If any of you are writers of any sort, please take at least one writing workshop. It will change your life and perspective, I’m serious. I had consistent blocks before that prevented me from writing anything and seriously depressed me because I felt almost like my imagination was shriveling up, dying, vanishing… But as soon as I went into my writing workshops, the exercises have kept me active in my writing pursuits whether they’re short, unfinished diddles or full works that you pursue and then reedit.
I’ve found that, since I’ve started involving myself in workshops, I am always in some way inspired. Even if I have to set my longer works aside, I am inspired to write other things that develop my methods of storytelling in bits and pieces. I’ve started keeping a journal for dreams and doodles and fragments and all manner of things to record my ideas and activate my imagination.
So, I’m just saying. If you’re a writer or if you’ve ever wanted to write (comic, novel, short story, poetry, theater, etc.), take a writing workshop. It truly expands your horizons. And some people may not want to take them because they’re fearful of the criticism of their peers, but trust me, it’s nothing like critiquing essays, and it’s not like they put you in a chair in the middle of the room and bash you. No. If it’s a college workshop especially, everyone is a writer, everyone has the same apprehension about sharing work, everybody knows how it feels on some level to feel like what you’ve written is your beautiful child. Workshops are places where writers come together, give you several pairs of eyes, intellects, and intuitions, and offer their feedback. It begs that you continue to look for ways to strengthen yourself and become a happier writer—by no means do you have to use the feedback. But as I’ve found, when you read or hear what other people have to say, it solidifies your understanding of your readers in relation to your work, stabilizes your inspiration, and consistently helps you to improve.
Don’t be afraid of peer feedback. Take a workshop, and you will never regret (or forget) it.
I’m so confused about love right now, huhu. I feel like I’m missing so many cues because I’m afraid I’ve just mistaken them for cues and they’re not intended that way? I have so many feels but…too shy. ; n ;
Planning on a picture day this week with the girls…because I’ve made them little mini jackets (AKA halters)! They’re simple ones of course (and I’ve done a lot of prototype failures) and I’ll be modifying them with velcro so they’re easier to get on than buttoning them, but once they’re done my ratties will be able to walk around the house and go on little adventures in the backyard, and at the same time I’ll be able to feel safe knowing they won’t head for the hills and vanish. ; w ; //excited
Mocha always loved the outdoors, so I’m glad that she’ll finally get to chill out there with me. She’s getting slow now and prefers to lie around most of the day (as a result she’s getting a little pudgy) so I think this is just what she needs to get her on her feet more. c:
Are any of my lovelies that I know from real life available tomorrow? I don’t have class till late and I was thinking I’d go see the Lego Movie earlier in the day, but my brother suddenly has a million things to do and if he doesn’t go then I’ll be going it alone. ; w ; Anyone wanna go with?
Dreamslaughter, my second book, is now live in both paperback and e-book format on Amazon, and oh my gosh, I’m so excited! I’m holding it (and grimacing while I wait for the final copy to arrive because I’ve made some changes to the cover since the photo, so I can hold that one).
As usual it was a long and (blissfully) painful project, but I’m getting the hang of it better now. I wrote most of the book over the summer and fall and spent the holidays (and more) going through it over and over again. Do I like that font? No. Should the title look that way? Eh, no, resubmit. Are the chapter headings in place? Well, not anymore, fix, resubmit… And still I have some reservations about the overall, but I finally managed to get the e-book to look professional and presentable, and the paperbook to look better than the last.
I’m happier than ever…because I told this story and had the opportunity to write these characters, who still live in my heart with all the rest of them. And through this experience (and my many writing courses) I’m looking forward to bettering myself as a writer in the future.
If you find the synopsis interesting, I would be honored if you would go check out the story! I certainly hope it might entertain you. In addition I always appreciate honest feedback and reviews, because they help me to get a clear view of where I’m going and improve my writing.
Here’s the synopsis for everyone:
The era of humans has fallen under the invasion of beings known as Richets…but the world is not empty without them. The Groupers—a sentient, diverse non-human species—are left to determine the fate of the rest of the world. But they, too, struggle to live now, in fear of the murderous, carnivorous Dreamslaughterers that scour the land. Zo and her Grouper clan live in hiding with the constant reminder that they are prey…never taking chances, always on-edge. But when Zo comes across an odd lone Grouper traveler, she discovers that he has more dangerous plans for survival that she cannot refuse…and a secret the likes of which…their world has never seen.
Anywhoo, the best part of this whole thing is that you can download the e-book from the amazon kindle store and read it FOR FREE starting today, February 3rd, 2014 through Friday, February 7th. (I love e-book promotions, woo-woo! They’re my favorite.)
You can find the free e-book for DreamslaughterHERE! (And you can also preview about the first 3 chapters there, too! c: )
Not to worry if you don’t have a kindle, you don’t need one to read an e-book! You can download the kindle reader app free for computer from the amazon website HERE (PC) or HERE (Mac).
Anyway, thanks for looking (and maybe even for reading, if you do!). I feel like it’s my purpose to tell stories that people might enjoy, so…thank you so much. It means a lot to me. Living the dream. ; w ;
My brother (and a vast majority of high school students that I’ve talked to in my life) still seem to have the belief that community college classes are lesser than classes in universities, and that “I’ll be surprised when I get to ‘real’ college because they’ll be ‘actual college level classes’.”
Okay, let me just say that I am SICK of hearing from people that I’m not working as hard as a ‘real college student’ would for my straight A’s and 4.0 GPA.
THERE IS NO DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THE HIGH LEVEL CLASSES AT COMMUNITY COLLEGE AND THE HIGH LEVEL CLASSES AT UNIVERSITY. I DID NOT GO TO COMMUNITY COLLEGE BECAUSE I THOUGHT I’D BE TAKING CHEAP EASY ALMOST-COLLEGE CLASSES. NO.
And I’m sick of people around me who are going to University undermining my academic success in comparison to theirs because “well they have to work harder for that A”. NO. College is college, whether it’s community college or university. I take 18 units per semester and I slam myself with challenging classes. I earned my GPA, and I’m proud that I’m going to community college, and no amount of bigotry about university superiority is going to take my successes away from me.
I decided on community college because I was thinking ahead in my life. I decided on community college because I didn’t want to pay full tuition for two years of general education classes which are no different than those they teach at community college (for a price that’s much more reasonable). And it worked in my favor, because now I’ll be paying back only half of what I would have had I gone four years at university.
IT DOES NOT MATTER WHERE YOU SPEND YOUR FIRST TWO YEARS, BE IT COMMUNITY COLLEGE OR UNIVERSITY. Because, in the end of it all, the name of the university that you finished your B.A. at is the same on your graduating diploma whether or not you spent all four years there, which is proof that universities even recognize you as a student who had worked hard and earned your graduation ceremony in a way that was equally as fit as doing your general ed at the university itself.
And I’ll thank everyone, college students and high school students alike, to remember that fact. The negative connotation that surrounds “Community College” is fallacious in itself—a huge misrepresentation of the students who go there to save cost and receive the same education and of the students who want to save cost while they find themselves and their desired major. If anyone ever looks at you and asks you: “Why are you going to community college? Are your grades not that good? Did no universities accept you?” (Because I’ve been asked that, and I’ve always been a 4.0) ….Look them in the eyes and make sure they’re aware of the egregious mistake they’ve made in assuming that lie. Then, maybe four years later, when they’re looking at all the loans they’re paying back, realizing that the two of you got the same damn degree, they’ll eat their words.
There’s a lot of pride involved in attending a University. I thought about it, too, when I was accepted into a University with one of the lowest acceptance rates in the state. And there’s nothing wrong with attending one if you’ve thought it over and decided that it’s well worth the extra cash in your lifelong view, and if the process of transferring is not appealing (or possible) to or for you, or even if you just want to get away from home and lead your own life. But by no means should anyone put down or look down on those who choose community college first, despite where they’ve applied or been accepted. There is no shame in that. There are only people taking the same magnitude of education who thought differently about how they wanted to spend their money. That’s all. IT’S A CHOICE.
And I felt like someone had to say it, because in my application process only my parents (NOT EVEN MY TEACHERS, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD) were the ones to bring to light the knowledge that community college is no different. Yes, it’s “real college”. Yes, it’s okay to go there. No, there isn’t any shame in transferring. Don’t ever let anyone tell you any different.
Went to see The Book Thief today and oh gosh it was excellent ; A ;
I cried so much (I mean I cry about pretty much every movie if there’s even a remotely sad part in it and this is why I don’t much go to movies with friends //way too emotional) but I brought tissues this time because of my allergies so I guess you could say I was accidentally prepared (unlike when I went to see War Horse).