GUYS, SUPER IMPORTANT NEWS.
There's this free book out for grabs that any author will love, but it's only available until tomorrow: January 22nd, 11:59 P.M. Before you even finish reading my post, click this link and get "Book Launch Blueprint" by Tim Grahl, who's an expert book marketer.
Do you have your copy?
GO AND GET YOUR FREE BOOK BEFORE YOU FORGET.
Got it now?
Okay, good. ;)
I haven't read the book yet myself, but, guys, free books, come on. Also, Tim Grahl, if you didn't know, has worked with five New York Times Best Sellers, so he definitely knows his stuff.
Anyway, now that that's in order...
Just as a warning, don't expect to see me anytime soon...again. :\ I'll soon be hearing about one out of two scholarships that require an interview, and I scored the other (which means, HALP, people and professional dress and talking about my uncool and terrifyingly blunt self in a competitive setting). I'm also going to be working soon with Nao Media (which includes Sharpsburg Voice) on a research book project, and, lastly, DANG, MY SENIOR CLASSES ARE KICKING MY BACKSIDE. (It's been eight months since I last wrote an essay for school, and I...am...rusty.) Until the end of April when my classes are done, I suspect I shall madly be dashing towards glorious graduation with my self-harming ENTJ ambition, much to the neglect of this poor little internet corner and quite possibly my health/emotional wellbeing.
Bahaha, but what's life without some fun risks?
Stay chill, people, and, as always, write on!
Clove
1.21.2016
1.14.2016
Editing rant
Hey everyone! Happy almost Friday! ;)
I know I've posted about most of these writing issues before, but I'm going to reiterate again for the sake of ranting against these problems, which are really common and really obnoxious for editors to edit. Please brace yourself for the fury of my capitalization screaming and TAKE NOTES SO YOU DON'T MAKE THE SAME MISTAKES GRRR.
STOP IT #1.) ENOUGH WITH "IT" AND "THERE".
In my last post about "it" and "there", I was discussing how "it" and "there" in the nominative case tend to automatically turn sentences passive. While the passive voice is a pretty serious writing crime, I have come to learn of a new and more dreadful terror, which I am affectionately naming the "WHAT IS THIS WORD'S ANTECEDENT?". When you jam a bunch of nouns into a sentence and then include multiple "it's" into the next sentence, no one is going to have a bloody idea of what "it" is referring to.
For example: "The cat, unlike the dog, was napping on the dried grass in the scorching sunlight. It was important because it had been playing the day before as well." In this case, the first "it" could refer to the detail of the cat's napping or the detail of the dog not napping. The second "it" could also refer to either the dog or the cat, depending on what the author's intention is.
Now, I understand that this is an easy trap to fall into. As an author, you tend to have everything figured out in your head, and so you write "it", knowing that "it" refers to the cat and not the dog. But your readers don't. Please please please read over your writing once or twice as if you were reading someone else's work (and not your own) to avoid this error.
STOP IT #2.) I GET WRITING TICKS TOO, BUT YOURS ARE MORE ANNOYING.
When I wrote my post about writing ticks, I sincerely thought that "suddenly" was the utter most aggravating word in the world. I mean, let's not beat around the bush; writing ticks stink, guys. Instead of using a new and interesting transition phrase every few sentences, you get stuck on one particular phrase or word that you put down repeatedly without realizing it.
In editing this article, though, I amend my anger for the phrase "in his case", which, when used three or four times in a three hundred and fifty word article, becomes probably the most twitch-worthy tick I will ever have seen in my seventeen years. For the sake of the editors in the world, do our health and lifespans a favor and take the time to eliminate your writing ticks with new transition phrases.
STOP IT #3.) PRINT AND READ OUT-LOUD...I'M BEGGING YOU.
I am convinced - as in, I am choosing this hill to die upon - that any piece of writing that is printed and slowly read aloud will improve 90%. Yes, I too make small and stupid mistakes on this site, but I'm really only writing here for fun, and the editing I do for my posts is minimal. If you're turning in a school paper or, more importantly, publishing on an online news site, your work better be good. Forgetting words and commas, mis-spelling words, boring sentence variation - these are simply unacceptable in a professional setting.
If you print out your writing to get an actual hard copy in your hands and then read your words aloud as you edit, your work will improve drastically. Trust me on this one.
Okay.
I think that's all I want to rant about for now.
Depending on how many hours I spend on this article, I may come back with a part two, hehe.
Write on (AND FOLLOW MY TIPS OR I WILL SLAYYY YOUUU)!
Clove
1.09.2016
Sharpsburg Voice
Hey guys!
Quick, super exciting update:
First of all, I applied for two universities and got into two universities :D Yayayayayyy! I have one final, very short scholarship application to submit, and then I must be subjected to waiting...and waiting...and waiting. Eventually, I may or may not be invited to terrifying interviews that may or may not get me many thousands of dollars.
Suddenly, I'm realizing how useful my childhood competitiveness has become. ;)
Anyway, second of all, I also officially started working for The Sharpsburg Voice as an editor. Eventually, I plan to start posting articles every so often there as well. :) If you want to read some fun, short clips about home advice, sports, business, places to visit south of Atlanta, or other super cool miscellany, you should definitely subscribe. :D The main contributor is a super cool woman, who has one of the most enjoyable and engaging journalist voices I've ever seen.
Well, that's a bit of life for me! Keep expecting good story stuff in the future!
Write on!
Clove
Quick, super exciting update:
First of all, I applied for two universities and got into two universities :D Yayayayayyy! I have one final, very short scholarship application to submit, and then I must be subjected to waiting...and waiting...and waiting. Eventually, I may or may not be invited to terrifying interviews that may or may not get me many thousands of dollars.
Suddenly, I'm realizing how useful my childhood competitiveness has become. ;)
Anyway, second of all, I also officially started working for The Sharpsburg Voice as an editor. Eventually, I plan to start posting articles every so often there as well. :) If you want to read some fun, short clips about home advice, sports, business, places to visit south of Atlanta, or other super cool miscellany, you should definitely subscribe. :D The main contributor is a super cool woman, who has one of the most enjoyable and engaging journalist voices I've ever seen.
Well, that's a bit of life for me! Keep expecting good story stuff in the future!
Write on!
Clove
1.07.2016
Text From Two Nights Ago - Asriel
CONTAINS UNDERTALE SPOILERS
Ahem.
Unless if you've been living under a rock, you've probably heard about the video game called Undertale, which has received accolades and acclaim galore. A few weeks ago, I finished a True Pacifist Run and definitely thought the game play was worthwhile, but, to be honest, I couldn't really understand all the hype about the storyline. According to my brother, Flowey's desire to be loved with the same love that all of the supporting characters show Frisk in the final battle is supposed to be the real feels killer...you know, like: "Asriel just wanted to be loved! He was only a boy! He just wanted to be able to feel something again... Anything!"
Yadda yadda yadda...
Believe it or not, 13% of all people (according to the Myers-Briggs Test Indicator) or 4% of all Americans (according to research by Martha Stout) have at least once in their life felt the same way as Asriel. From the way I understand it, Asriel as Flowey is simply a sociopath who hasn't yet learned to come to terms with his differences, a struggle exacerbated by the surplus of very mature and compassionate creatures around him. It's not that we (and I say "we" because, by all tests and measurements, I'm apparently a pretty severe sociopath as an ENTJ) are really incapable of feeling love; it's just that we have to rephrase our definition of love.
In a True Genocide Run, Flowey shows considerable endearment for Frisk, as noted by the presence of his vines and the lack of puzzles and enemies to battle. He's taking care of Frisk, aiding him along his journey, and smoothing his path out. In the end, he asks to team up with Frisk. Isn't that love and friendship? Flowey definitely can both feel and show love; he just has a hard time realizing that his love is exhibited and felt differently from the sappy, tearful love of his parents.
Anyway, what does that whole musing have to do with writing?
Inspiration, ladies and gentlemen.
A SOCIOPATH IN LOVE...
is more dangerous than a psychopath on a killing spree. manipulation, pathological lying - nothing is out of the game for us. rarely, if ever, do we feel so charmed and incapable of what is typically easy: flirting, making bonds, getting close. even more rarely do we desire to love, realizing that our smooth and boring days could be different if ever we learned how be emotional and vulnerable. thus, the fear of loss is great, and our desperation, cunning, and lack of scruples are even more noticeable than on average.
we will stop at nothing to leech from the especially desirable prey of our hearts' wants, and, to be fair, our dear loves are not stupid; we are merely inherently likable. those moments of penetrating eye contact, the frequent and thoughtful gifts and letters, the swift and romantic thrill - which human could resist?
in the end, unless if we have fallen for one of our own (which happens more often than you'd think), we win. our partners give us what we want, expressing love at our request in measures of far more fervency than our own. when we again are bored with the dull domestic life and habits of our treasured one, we drop, leave, and move on mercilessly - not because we are so cruel in our minds, but because we would feel insane otherwise. is it bloodthirsty of a lion to kill and devour its meal when, if it attempted to digest vegetables, it would starve?
of course not.
don't be silly.
the real danger of a sociopath in love is not that we leave broken hearts. other normal humans do so quite often, and our speedy methods tend to be more recoverable than a drawn-out, longterm ordeal. no, the true issue is that, for an evanescent moment of terror, we want to be able to feel the same way we see you feel. when you wake us up with morning kisses, when you try so hard to understand a world that you will never come close to comprehending, when you draw us near and whisper, "i love you," for a moment, there is a flicker of hope, a confused feeling, a painful and sad and incredibly comforting emotion.
i want to love.
i want to whisper, "i love you too," and mean it. i want to let you into my mind with the intention of you actually empathizing the complexity and duplicity i have within. i've been alone in this gray, tedious existence for too long, and i want those morning kisses to both last and matter.
but i cannot.
so i move on, hoping that, just one more time, i can feel that way again.
Write on!
Clove
Ahem.
Unless if you've been living under a rock, you've probably heard about the video game called Undertale, which has received accolades and acclaim galore. A few weeks ago, I finished a True Pacifist Run and definitely thought the game play was worthwhile, but, to be honest, I couldn't really understand all the hype about the storyline. According to my brother, Flowey's desire to be loved with the same love that all of the supporting characters show Frisk in the final battle is supposed to be the real feels killer...you know, like: "Asriel just wanted to be loved! He was only a boy! He just wanted to be able to feel something again... Anything!"
Yadda yadda yadda...
Believe it or not, 13% of all people (according to the Myers-Briggs Test Indicator) or 4% of all Americans (according to research by Martha Stout) have at least once in their life felt the same way as Asriel. From the way I understand it, Asriel as Flowey is simply a sociopath who hasn't yet learned to come to terms with his differences, a struggle exacerbated by the surplus of very mature and compassionate creatures around him. It's not that we (and I say "we" because, by all tests and measurements, I'm apparently a pretty severe sociopath as an ENTJ) are really incapable of feeling love; it's just that we have to rephrase our definition of love.
In a True Genocide Run, Flowey shows considerable endearment for Frisk, as noted by the presence of his vines and the lack of puzzles and enemies to battle. He's taking care of Frisk, aiding him along his journey, and smoothing his path out. In the end, he asks to team up with Frisk. Isn't that love and friendship? Flowey definitely can both feel and show love; he just has a hard time realizing that his love is exhibited and felt differently from the sappy, tearful love of his parents.
Anyway, what does that whole musing have to do with writing?
Inspiration, ladies and gentlemen.
~ ~ ~
A SOCIOPATH IN LOVE...
is more dangerous than a psychopath on a killing spree. manipulation, pathological lying - nothing is out of the game for us. rarely, if ever, do we feel so charmed and incapable of what is typically easy: flirting, making bonds, getting close. even more rarely do we desire to love, realizing that our smooth and boring days could be different if ever we learned how be emotional and vulnerable. thus, the fear of loss is great, and our desperation, cunning, and lack of scruples are even more noticeable than on average.
we will stop at nothing to leech from the especially desirable prey of our hearts' wants, and, to be fair, our dear loves are not stupid; we are merely inherently likable. those moments of penetrating eye contact, the frequent and thoughtful gifts and letters, the swift and romantic thrill - which human could resist?
in the end, unless if we have fallen for one of our own (which happens more often than you'd think), we win. our partners give us what we want, expressing love at our request in measures of far more fervency than our own. when we again are bored with the dull domestic life and habits of our treasured one, we drop, leave, and move on mercilessly - not because we are so cruel in our minds, but because we would feel insane otherwise. is it bloodthirsty of a lion to kill and devour its meal when, if it attempted to digest vegetables, it would starve?
of course not.
don't be silly.
the real danger of a sociopath in love is not that we leave broken hearts. other normal humans do so quite often, and our speedy methods tend to be more recoverable than a drawn-out, longterm ordeal. no, the true issue is that, for an evanescent moment of terror, we want to be able to feel the same way we see you feel. when you wake us up with morning kisses, when you try so hard to understand a world that you will never come close to comprehending, when you draw us near and whisper, "i love you," for a moment, there is a flicker of hope, a confused feeling, a painful and sad and incredibly comforting emotion.
i want to love.
i want to whisper, "i love you too," and mean it. i want to let you into my mind with the intention of you actually empathizing the complexity and duplicity i have within. i've been alone in this gray, tedious existence for too long, and i want those morning kisses to both last and matter.
but i cannot.
so i move on, hoping that, just one more time, i can feel that way again.
~ ~ ~
Written 11:00 P.M. to 12:00 A.M.
Quite possibly coming to a character near you. (I like this character type and think it could make for a fun short story if I ever get stuck on Where The Broken Things Are and need some time off to let ideas cook in the thinker. :))
Quite possibly coming to a character near you. (I like this character type and think it could make for a fun short story if I ever get stuck on Where The Broken Things Are and need some time off to let ideas cook in the thinker. :))
Clove
1.06.2016
What I Hear - 1738
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, you saw it coming: Fetty Wap's "1738" has already gained a reputation for being incomprehensible. Your absurd author is here to try her hand at deciphering this mush of vocalization in her after-school, emotionally-burnt-out state. Wish me luck, muahahah~!
In case if you're new and don't know the process behind a WIH, I simply listen to a song without knowing the original lyrics and write down what I think the vocalist is saying...with maybe a tiny bias of my own humorous intentions. ;)
That said, BRACE YOURSELVES. THIS ONE IS BRUTAL.
(Obligatory disclaimer necessary for the random butt-hurt visitors: I'm not disrespecting Fetty Wap or mocking ebonics or black culture in any way. I have a ton of awesome African American friends, and hip-hop/rap is probably my favorite genre of music at this moment. This WIH is entirely for entertainment purposes only. If I want to make a social critique, I promise you: I'll do it to your face in a very blunt and lengthy satirical document. :P)
In case if you're new and don't know the process behind a WIH, I simply listen to a song without knowing the original lyrics and write down what I think the vocalist is saying...with maybe a tiny bias of my own humorous intentions. ;)
That said, BRACE YOURSELVES. THIS ONE IS BRUTAL.
Young land on the track
Aw, yeah
Yeah, baby
Yeah, baby
Yeah, baby
Wow
Ey, ey, skawk
If you're the home appointment,
you can make the soup*, yeah
Oh, why'd you made it easy with a bar of cool stretch?
So weak, baby
I'm the leader whose become the right left
Try to see the soup vision
It'll leave you wifeless
If you think that I'm a problem,
you ain't make the soup yet
Oh, why'd you made it easy with a bar of cool stretch?
So weak, baby
I'm the leader whose become the right left
Try see the soup vision
It'll leave you wifeless
They notice Tuesday is on
I wrap my gang on resolve, baby,
and, for the soup, I put on
Seventeen, we is strong
We might be living it wrong, baby
but it feels so good, baby
to make it out the hood, baby
In his head, you're gouda
Wow
Just look at me now, baby
A pig, my head, Up**, and snail, baby
my pockets, putty, some pounds, baby
I could go round for round, baby
and they be loving my style
Oh, they just love this soup
They love it when the soup's brown
when I go up, they cannot turn the soup down
If you're the home appointment,
you can make the soup, yeah
Oh, why'd you made it easy with a bar of cool stretch?
So weak, baby
I'm the leader whose become the right left
Try to see the soup vision
It'll leave you wifeless
If you think that I'm a problem,
you ain't make the soup yet
Oh, why'd you made it easy with a bar of cool stretch?
So weak, baby
I'm the leader whose become the right left
Try see the soup vision
It'll leave you wifeless
Yeah, whoa
Skawk
Ooo, yeah
If you think that I'm a problem,
you ain't make the soup, yet, yeah, baby
Zoo is over here, baby
Squat over here, baby
The soup gang is here, baby
Yeah
*I swear, I've listened to this song a dozen times, and I still have no idea what he's saying. It's SOUP. HE'S SAYING SOUP, RIGHT?
*The Disney movie? I guess? XD Is he just listing random items here?!
Write on!
Clove
P.S. Just looked up the original lyrics. He's saying "zoo" not "soup", dangit. XP
P.P.S. Ever since I got sick in November, I've been unfortunately suffering from some body chemistry difficulties: hormonal depression, lethargy, and other super fun stuff. >.< On the down side, school, work, and meeting with friends have been the worst, but, on the up side, I've gotten a lot of story writing done. :) I don't say this often, but look forward to it! I'm pretty happy with the upcoming pieces I'll be publishing. :)
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