New Idea

So I'm thinking about doing a joint project with a friend of mine. A new story. She's going to write from the point of view of one person, and I'm going to write the point of view of another. Not only do we both get to write a magnificent and fun-filled story AND it will make the characters completely different people. There are times when it's hard to keep one person's characteristics from bleeding into another person. Hopefully the both of us writing this will keep that from happening. I'm just hoping it doesn't effect our friendship in any way. I know that working with a friend, whether at a job or on a project, can cause a rift in their relationship, but I'm hoping that our friendship is strong enough to withstand it. Nevertheless, if the occasion arises that I can see or feel that rift beginning I'll step back and let her take over the project. I'm just really excited because I really want to take my love of the Arts and portray it in this book; let it guide my character. I hope all turns out well. Fingers crossed, lucky socks on, penny in my shoe, all that jazz. Wish me luck! May the Good People, spirits, and music guide my way.

Madwoman Crossing

Comedy=tragedy+distance. Roses wilt and die. A smile can change the world. Anyone wanna be mine? Violet=purple, so why are they blue? Sing forever, music is life. All the world's a stage. Elvis:dead or alive? Does tomorrow ever come? E=MC². Every rose has its thorn. L is for the way you Look at me. Stirred, not shaken. Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire. Life is a rollar-coaster; you're bound to get sick. Liars are the world's best actors. I'm not gonna write you a love song; maybe a poem, though. Love love MYV. A rose by any other name would smell as sweet. I see a red door and I want it painted black. Psychosocial. For a dreamer night's the only time of day. What goes up must come down. Don't get mad, get glad (and possibly even). Good comedy defies Newtons Laws of Motion. In the morning, I'm making waffles. Somewhere over the rainbow blue birds fly. A plague on both your houses. Shakespeare will live forever. I did NOT have sexual relations with that woman. Oops, I did it again. To be or not to be, that is the question. Hello, Dolly. Lord what fools these mortals be. And so, goodnight unto you all.

On Meeting Pixies and Extremely Talented Writers

(actual date written: November 19, 2008)

Imagine that you are a highschool student who enjoys writing and the Arts more than anything in this world. One day as you are walking down the hallway of your school you see a paper on a teacher's door. Normally you wouldn't be interested, but this paper is different from the others you've seen. The words Creative Writing Festival are written beautifully at the top, and below is a form explaining about the festival and how to sign up. Your eyes skim for the due date, and your heart skips a beat when finally find what you are looking for: your works and the form must be submitted the next day. You scramble for your works, the principal's permission, and quickly submitt them. The next thing you know, you're by yourself in this HUGE university, trying to find out which workshops you're taking and looking for someone that you could possibly befriend. During your second session poetry class, you're in luck! You run into two insane pixies that actually seem to want to hang out with you! Sure, they're insane, loud, and at times quite scary, but that's what keeps the day interesting. The knots in your stomach slowly begin to unwind. Perhaps this won't be so bad, after all.

Okay, so they weren't actual PIXIES. But they might as well have been! Those two girls were undeniably insane, and unbelievably fun to be with. Yes, that's my story. Well, the intro to my story. Today was my wonderful day at The University of Whitewater, and it blew my mind. The people there were all absolutely brilliant. At a glace many of them seems so different. Some of the people there you would have NEVER expected to be poets, and they were. So many different kinds of people, all united in their love of words. Going to the Open Mic sessions and listening to people sing, slam, recite poetry was one of the greatest moments of my life. Everyone was SO talented, and watching them put voice to their passion took my breath away. One of those men sang a beautiful song that he had written himself and acompanied himself on the acoustic guitar. If that boy isn't famous one day, I shall eat my shoes. Okay, I know this isn't much of a story. More like me rambling about something that most people probably don't care about. But I am too exhausted to care about either of those points right now. I'm simply content on the fact that today was a supremely beautiful day, and I will not allow anything to ruin it.
For those of you that DO love to write, I really suggest that you try something like this. Look around in your area and see if there are any places offering a Creative Writing workshop of some sort. I promise that you will not regret it. There are also other universities that do Theater workshops (which I am going to on Friday) that are EXTREMELY fun to be at. I really hope that all of you look into one or the other. Not only do you get out of school, but you also get to meet amazing people and have a blast.

I hope I never forget the people I met today. They were all amazing and extremely talented, and I hope that I see some of them when I return next year. (And hopefully I'll work up the guts to do Open Mic next time!)