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Looks like I'm in the mood to write again. I blame watching Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (Part One) and then looking at magazines and then also having a huge amount of free time that I had no idea what to do with. So. I'm probably going to start up a novel and finish it by the last week of June because I want a free proof copy of it from NaNoWriMo. Soooo. I have a little over a month, which is honestly plenty of time considering Into the Scarlet took me a month.
A horrendous month of course, considering how bad that book sucked. And the ending -- it was anticlimactic by any definition of the word. I got 50,000 words and then I just stopped. End. Period. Finished. Summed up the book as quickly as possibly and couldn't think of a better way to end it when I was revising it. I still need to get that book back from my friend, matter of fact. I don't think she finished it but I want it back because I have so much free time that I might just read it (and vomit because it was so terrible).
I'm not insulting my writing skills, just to be clear. It's just that I can't expect a work that I wrote in a month and lightly revised to be better than crappy. And... I was so young back then! Barely fifteen. I want to claim that I was an innocent little child but that probably wouldn't be true. Hahah. I actually even wrote a scene in that book, but I deleted it because... It's weird writing that.
Although I do think if I end up writing anything when I'm older, it's probably going to be some random romance novel. But at the present time, I'm far from being experienced with romantic rendezvouses and I'm not going to put it in a book and embarrass myself when I read it later.
ANYWAY. I'm in a weird mood. I really want to write something. I don't know. I'm in that writing mood where I want to write about a fucking kick-ass female lead. Like literally kick-ass. Like an action novel. I think this was inspired by Lara Croft because that was on Yahoo! News the other day and I read the article... heh. I did try that earlier, but I started with really boring parts about eating grilled cheese sandwiches or something. I don't know. I need to start with some fucking explosions next time, and just not plan anything. It's a month novel. It's not going to be refined and symbolic and have great imagery or meaning. It's going to be rough and rushed and crude. Dirty. Gritty. I don't know. It's going to be some intense novel writing and I'm going to get my elbows greasy writing it....
Hahahahah. I am in such a weird mood. I guess I just miss it all. Watching Harry Potter brought back memories of my childhood. Harry Potter was a huge part of my childhood. I read the books front to cover four or five times (with the exception of the Deathly Hallows, which I only read once). I read them all before I had even turned thirteen. And I wrote fan fiction and I drew pictures and I played the video games and I guess a huge part of my childhood was just imagining and hoping and wishing that my life could be like Harry's.
Now I see it differently. When I was younger, I wanted the magic and the dorms and the prefects and the Houses and the Quidditch. And while I'm older and those things would still be fantastic, I realize that there was something that Harry possessed that I yearned for. He was great. Formidable. Important.
In How to Win Friends and Influence People by Dale Carnegie, he claims that there is one thing that people want more than anything -- to be great. I never thought about it much before, but after I read a couple chapters of that book the idea stuck with me. Everyone wants to be worth something, to be important, to leave their name in the history books. Maybe I'm generalizing, but I know that's something that I want... It's not something that I'm necessarily confident will ever happen. But life is so short. Being important -- being great, being wealthy, being powerful -- makes it seem like the person has a lasting impact, an effect that will continue past his or her death.
And doesn't everyone want that -- to matter?
Food for thought, I guess. I'm way too tired now, haha. I need to sleep so I can make it through tomorrow.
A horrendous month of course, considering how bad that book sucked. And the ending -- it was anticlimactic by any definition of the word. I got 50,000 words and then I just stopped. End. Period. Finished. Summed up the book as quickly as possibly and couldn't think of a better way to end it when I was revising it. I still need to get that book back from my friend, matter of fact. I don't think she finished it but I want it back because I have so much free time that I might just read it (and vomit because it was so terrible).
I'm not insulting my writing skills, just to be clear. It's just that I can't expect a work that I wrote in a month and lightly revised to be better than crappy. And... I was so young back then! Barely fifteen. I want to claim that I was an innocent little child but that probably wouldn't be true. Hahah. I actually even wrote a scene in that book, but I deleted it because... It's weird writing that.
Although I do think if I end up writing anything when I'm older, it's probably going to be some random romance novel. But at the present time, I'm far from being experienced with romantic rendezvouses and I'm not going to put it in a book and embarrass myself when I read it later.
ANYWAY. I'm in a weird mood. I really want to write something. I don't know. I'm in that writing mood where I want to write about a fucking kick-ass female lead. Like literally kick-ass. Like an action novel. I think this was inspired by Lara Croft because that was on Yahoo! News the other day and I read the article... heh. I did try that earlier, but I started with really boring parts about eating grilled cheese sandwiches or something. I don't know. I need to start with some fucking explosions next time, and just not plan anything. It's a month novel. It's not going to be refined and symbolic and have great imagery or meaning. It's going to be rough and rushed and crude. Dirty. Gritty. I don't know. It's going to be some intense novel writing and I'm going to get my elbows greasy writing it....
Hahahahah. I am in such a weird mood. I guess I just miss it all. Watching Harry Potter brought back memories of my childhood. Harry Potter was a huge part of my childhood. I read the books front to cover four or five times (with the exception of the Deathly Hallows, which I only read once). I read them all before I had even turned thirteen. And I wrote fan fiction and I drew pictures and I played the video games and I guess a huge part of my childhood was just imagining and hoping and wishing that my life could be like Harry's.
Now I see it differently. When I was younger, I wanted the magic and the dorms and the prefects and the Houses and the Quidditch. And while I'm older and those things would still be fantastic, I realize that there was something that Harry possessed that I yearned for. He was great. Formidable. Important.
In How to Win Friends and Influence People by Dale Carnegie, he claims that there is one thing that people want more than anything -- to be great. I never thought about it much before, but after I read a couple chapters of that book the idea stuck with me. Everyone wants to be worth something, to be important, to leave their name in the history books. Maybe I'm generalizing, but I know that's something that I want... It's not something that I'm necessarily confident will ever happen. But life is so short. Being important -- being great, being wealthy, being powerful -- makes it seem like the person has a lasting impact, an effect that will continue past his or her death.
And doesn't everyone want that -- to matter?
Food for thought, I guess. I'm way too tired now, haha. I need to sleep so I can make it through tomorrow.