tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77954643549159429802024-03-21T02:46:43.901-06:00Room to ImproveTrying to keep my head out of the clouds long enough to blog at least once a month.Mikeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03479665718729330192noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795464354915942980.post-63029868662310888082010-07-20T20:56:00.004-06:002010-07-20T22:50:04.361-06:00How Often Do You Write?<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>I'm sure I'm just like a lot of writers out there (not gonna pretend to be original, haha), in that I uh... am not the most consistent producer of material. I have moments where, typically, I write a 5k chapter and then let my WIP sit and collect dust for the next couple of weeks.<div><br /></div><div><img src="http://larl.org/fosston/files/2010/02/writing.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" /><div><br /></div><div>Obviously, this is a problem. I'm working on it, but it's not easy. I wouldn't really be able to explain why, either. It's definitely not a lack of motivation. A lot of the times, I'm teeming with ideas, but I just don't write. Trust me, if that's weird for you to read, it's even weirder for me to experience.</div><div><br /></div><div>But the questions is for you. How often do you write? Do you know why you write certain times and why you don't at others?</div><div><br /></div><div>What motivates you to write?</div></div>Mikeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03479665718729330192noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795464354915942980.post-58595638553320148332010-03-09T13:42:00.002-07:002010-03-09T13:51:19.576-07:00Teaser Tuesday!Whoa, it's actually Tuesday this time! Hahaha. This is also an excerpt from Chapter 1, like the last one, and it almost picks up where it left off, but I left out the exciting stuff. Lol. Totally backward, I know, but here you go!<br /><br /><blockquote><br /> </blockquote><blockquote><p>“Callie?”<br /><br />A voice sounded and then feet started running toward her, but she didn’t move. There was no danger of anything happening now, and putting her cold hands on her face was the only thing keeping her awake.<br /><br />“Callie... what are you doing?” The voice sounded like it was right next to her now, and the footsteps stopped.<br /><br />“What does it look like I’m doing, Anselm?” She said, still trying to catch her breath. “I’m sitting in the snow!”<br /><br />“Well I can see that…” He said, circling her body. “What I meant was… what were you doing running for your life out of the forest just now?<br /><br />Without notice, Callie pulled herself up out of the snow and started walking away from Anselm.<br /><br />“Wow, I can't believe you,” She said, trying to walk as fast as her legs would let her. They felt flimsy under the weight of her body. "You basically force me to go in there for you, and you're asking me what I was doing?"<br /><br />"Oh, so you actually did it?" He said, sounding surprised. "What did you find?"</p><p>"Eh, it's not really important," she said. "But something crazy just happened in there Anselm... something... unreal."</p><p>"Who-o-o-a... what was it?"</p><p>"Guess you'll just have to wait," she said, laughing.</p><p>“Come on, Callie, you tell me everything,” He said, increasing his pace to keep up with her. His strides were much longer given the size of his legs in comparison to Callie’s.<br /><br />“Well… as far as you know,” she said. A small smirk crept onto her face.<br /><br />“What’s that supposed to mean?” Anselm said. He sounded upset, but Callie knew that it wouldn’t last.<br /><br />She ignored his last comment and stopped. She looked straight at him with a stern look on her face. “All right, Anselm… I’ll tell you.”<br /><br />“Oh, thank you,” he said. A sigh escaped from his mouth and his expression changed from vexed to satisfied.<br /><br /> “After we get off work for the day,” she said, walking again.<br /><br />“What!?” He said, struggling. “But that’s hours from now! And I haven't even picked any berries yet...”<br /><br />“If I tell you, I’m gonna have to tell Joelle, so I might as well just wait and tell you both at the same time.”<br /><br />“All right, fine…” Anselm said sounding defeated.<br /><br />“Actually, I should probably tell Roger too, and he doesn’t get back until tonight…” Callie said.<br /><br />“Are you serious?”<br /><br />“Aww, Anselm, cheer up, I was just joking with you,” Callie said, shaking her head. “Joelle went out early this morning, so she'll probably get to go to lunch by the time we get back to Athalka. Let’s see if she’s at the café. I can tell you both there.”<br /></p></blockquote>Mikeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03479665718729330192noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795464354915942980.post-83263491814693148912010-03-05T22:09:00.002-07:002010-03-05T22:25:32.371-07:00Finding the Words to Say<div><br /></div><div>I'm am in an enormous slump right now. It's draining me from the coooreee. I want to slash it with an axe, but I don't think I'm lucky enough to receive that honor. Definitely not that privileged.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://papercastlepress.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/that_makes_me_angry.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 331px;" src="http://papercastlepress.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/that_makes_me_angry.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://papercastlepress.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/that_makes_me_angry.jpg"></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#551A8B;"><u><br /></u></span><div><br /></div><div>I'm starting to wonder whether or not I'm actually a good writer, or just a good story-teller. That's even a stretch. I wouldn't really say that I'm a good anything. It's just strange to me, because most times, I know exactly what's going to happen, yet I sit there with the word document open and that little cursor blinking away. That's all it ever does. It's like it's laughing at me or something.</div><div><br /></div><div>So what's really causing this sudden lack of ability to write? I honestly can't answer that. All I know, is that I get this way sometimes. That document just looks like a bunch of words that I stringed together. And I don't even know why.</div><div><br /></div><div>Luckily it's just a phase, but still, it lingers for far too long, in my opinion. Hopefully this next week will see the death of it.</div><div><br /></div><div>BECAUSE IT'S MAKIN' MEH ANGREH.</div><div><br /></div><div>/rant post.</div><div><br /></div><div>=]</div></div></div>Mikeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03479665718729330192noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795464354915942980.post-75103204591098727552010-02-25T11:37:00.004-07:002010-02-25T12:49:21.560-07:00Teaser Thursday!<div align="justify">So, it's a little later than expected, but it's still February, so I think I'll be okay! I don't know, haha. I figure, since this is the first teaser I've ever done, I'll give you guys a glimpse at the beginning of the book, because anything else I post seems to confuse you. Lol. I don't even know if this is the right format, but here goes! Also, I like pictures.<br /></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"><br /><blockquote><a href="http://image3.examiner.com/images/blog/wysiwyg/image/Dark-forest(1).jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://image3.examiner.com/images/blog/wysiwyg/image/Dark-forest(1).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify">"Her feet flew in front of her as she dashed through the brush of the forest floor. Her bare legs scraped against the thick bristle of the growth, but the grating on her legs and the blood dripping from her wounds was not enough to distract her. </div><div align="justify"><br />She peered into the dark snow-covered canopy above, making sure to look back at her destination to avoid colliding into a tree, but she saw nothing. She shook her head, realizing that she still had a ways to go, and increased her pace by a little. </div><div align="justify"><br />Even though her feet were making a substantial amount of noise against the ground and fallen branches that continued to snap under her weight, she could sense that something was watching her, and she suspected that something probably was. She heard a loud cracking noise from behind her, and almost instantaneously, she turned her head. She couldn’t stop it. Her body was moving in a way that she almost couldn’t control. Her head wasn’t turned long enough to catch more than a small glimpse of whatever was chasing her, and the forest was dark from the thick awning that the trees produced. Her strides became longer and they accelerated to a particularly swift fear-driven pace. </div><div align="justify"><br />She continued to run even though her breath was beginning to shorten and her legs beginning to tire. Her chest was heaving, but she glanced once more up into the canopy, and noticed what she had been looking for. She saw a large break in the otherwise overgrown roof of the trees and knew that she was close. She clenched her fist in front of her chest, gasping for breath as she continued to run even faster than before. She could see the opening of the forest just a few feet in front of her, but she wasn’t fast enough. </div><div align="justify"><br />She couldn’t have been more than fifty feet away when something vaulted in her line of direction. The light from the snowy day outside of the forest produced a silhouette of the creature, but she did not recognize what it was. It stood there, as if it were staring at her, moving its limbs all the time. Its legs looked like a thick cloth waving in the wind, only backward since they were holding the creature up. The arms were much the same, and she couldn’t even spot anything that resembled a head, not in the dark, at least."</div></blockquote></div>Mikeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03479665718729330192noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795464354915942980.post-9970442395418411532010-02-22T20:42:00.002-07:002010-02-22T21:27:13.542-07:00Like a StarSo, I basically need to stop being a lazy person and start blogging more. Because I realized that out of all the twifities, you guys all probably know the least about me out of everybody. That's just kind of how I am, I guess. I don't know if that's negative or positive or neutral or whatever.<div><br /></div><div>Today, however, is a good day indeed, haha. I'm feeling under the weather just a little, but that's not gonna stop me from being happy, especially when I receive an award from another twiftie.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglS95VmnkAeMcof4RafSuRoM6j2lTdrm2Fjepj_it5kr2B1rY6i1AHqtDk3gw6qnKRNZ_zRwdOgqP72O_8LngBhOpSKZDe-nQCf2aN7TW7fj7Bvw8eWcJBYPrLdtvsT9ndB4DBuKDPBWWm/s320/cwa.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 199px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglS95VmnkAeMcof4RafSuRoM6j2lTdrm2Fjepj_it5kr2B1rY6i1AHqtDk3gw6qnKRNZ_zRwdOgqP72O_8LngBhOpSKZDe-nQCf2aN7TW7fj7Bvw8eWcJBYPrLdtvsT9ndB4DBuKDPBWWm/s320/cwa.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I guess I should follow-suit and do my ten things, so here goes.</div><div><br /></div><div><ol><li>Writing. Okay, that's totally cliche, but it's like... what do you expect! I don't know if I ever feel better than when I write something that I can be proud of. Not like that happens often, but still!</li><li>Music. I really wonder sometimes whether I would rather be blind or deaf, and I've found that's it's an absurdly hard question to answer. God forbid I would ever have to choose... because music is an absolute necessity in life, even if you don't realize, haha.</li><li>Movies. Now I don't enjoy the fact that TV rots your brain and everything, but I think that a really good movie with a life lesson can be just as valuable to people as books, especially since they're a quicker way to get things across. Okay, well maybe not AS valuable as books - but still, there's an art to film-making that's really amazing to me.</li><li>Reading. I feel bad; I definitely do not do as much reading as I should. I'm a writer, so I shouldn't expect people to read my book if I'm not going to do the same. I'm one of those patience people; if I can't get something done right away, I basically write it off and never come back. Recently though, I've been setting aside time for myself to read, and it is really one of the most enjoyable things there is.</li><li>Like a Star. I don't think I've ever been more in love with a song.</li><li>Fantasy. I think fantasy is one of those things where, you either understand it or you don't. Which is really sad because, while magic is amazing and everything, that's not all that fantasy is, and whenever I hear some random Joe in my school bashing my genre... I get a little indignant.</li><li>Actually Blogging. The feeling I get when I actually blog is kind of the feeling I get when I finish a chapter and click on the big red X on the top of the document. It's really satisfying. Just a feeling of... completion. I don't know. Like it's all not a never-ending process. There are oases along the way.</li><li>Health. You don't really appreciate it when it's there, but when it's gone you're like, "WHY!!!?"</li><li>Cookies and Cream anything. There is ice cream sitting in the freezer right now and I am about to jump off a cliff because I can't eat it. THAT'S HOW EXTREME IT IS.</li><li>Absolute Write. Unfortunately, I don't really have time to get on AW every day, but when I do, it's always a better day. I can't believe how much it has helped me as a writer even though I'm hardly active and have only been around for a little under a year. This includes you twifties! TWFT is like the only thread I post in, hahaha. =]</li></ol><div>So, now I pass the award on? Um... I would definitely pass it on to Bailey at Abyss, but giving it back to the person who sent it to you is a little redundant, isn't it? You definitely deserve it though.</div><div><br /></div><div>I guess I have two people in mind at this point.</div><div><br /></div><div>Karla, over at <a href="http://karlaerikacal.blogspot.com/">Creative Blossoms</a>, and Emilia, at <a href="http://emiliajoyce.blogspot.com/">punk writer kid</a>.</div><div><br /></div><div>Both of you guys are really, really great writers and I know you're going to make it one day. We all will.</div><div><br /></div><div>=]</div></div>Mikeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03479665718729330192noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795464354915942980.post-42465755071880098462010-02-01T12:29:00.002-07:002010-02-01T12:37:33.466-07:00Speak for Yourself<p align="center"><a href="http://www.journalofaestheticsandprotest.org/4/insecurity/pigvan-mark-small.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px" alt="" src="http://www.journalofaestheticsandprotest.org/4/insecurity/pigvan-mark-small.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></p>And when I say Speak for Yourself, I mean, seriously, do it. You'll feel a lot better; I know I did.<br /><br />The other day I had like a miniature mental breakdown because of what someone said to me online on a site called Gaiaonline. I know, sounds pretty pathetic, but seriously, it has impacted my life in a really, really nice way.<br /><br />Basically what the person told me was that I try to hard to seem like I don't care. She was right too. I try WAY too hard sometimes. I don't even know why I try so hard. Is it to impress someone, or what? I guess it was, but now I can't be sure.<br /><br />That night, I basically told myself that I was going to speak out for what I believe in, essentially, and stop letting people influence how I want to behave. It's not like I'm going to be rude to someone who deserves to be bitched out, but in the general sense of the phrase, I really am going to "do what I want, when I want." I have been since then, and it's working out pretty well. You do feel bad sometimes because people don't necessarily always like the decisions you make, but that's not on your conscious if you're not doing anything bad.<br /><br />All right, to the purpose of the blog post, haha. Umm...<br /><br />Do you think that you're the kind of person that's less likely to voice your concerns because you're afraid of someone putting you down, or are you likely to speak for yourself?<br /><br />I'm not gonna lie to myself, or you, and say that it's easy. It's not. And I do fail sometimes, but just the fact that I'm trying and that I'm being myself in the process is reassuring.<br /><br />Is it for you?Mikeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03479665718729330192noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795464354915942980.post-27772425130001439952010-01-21T11:50:00.004-07:002010-02-01T12:40:13.884-07:00Series or Stand-alone?<a href="http://www.photomania.net/SHADOWS/images/i-stand-alone.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 456px" alt="" src="http://www.photomania.net/SHADOWS/images/i-stand-alone.jpg" border="0" /></a>So, the other day, I was reading around Absolute Write, like I do sometimes when none of the other Twifties are online, and I stumbled upon something that troubled me pretty greatly. With all the excitement about actually making headway on the writing of my book, I forgot that, at some point, I'm going to have to start querying. You know, appeal to people other than myself.<br /><br /><div>Basically what I discovered was that I'm not supposed to be writing a series in four seperate parts, I'm supposed to be writing a stand-alone novel that has series potential. Immediately my heart sank a little and I was kind of discouraged. I mean, I've been planning this series for quite some time now, and especially in the first book, I was planning quite the cliffhanger ending. I don't know how much people like cliffhangers in the first place, but it was going to be pretty cool, let me tell ya.<br /></div><br /><div>I thought a bit about it after talking to some of the twifties and realized that I wouldn't have to change my book that much. I would just basically have to add some sort of story arc or arcs that could be resolved in the first book so that I would be able to market the thing.<br /></div><br /><div>The more I think about it though, the more it upsets me. I don't want to change my book just because a publisher or an editor wants a stand-alone novel as opposed to a series. Somehow, that just seems cruel to me. I know I'm probably over-reacting, but it's something I can't control, not this soon.<br /></div><br /><div>I also realize that, of course, people need to see at least some sort of resolution at the end of the first novel. And they will, I'm certain of that much. The book wouldn't really end if nothing was resolved, but having a cliffhanger ending doesn't really compute with "series-potential".<br /></div><br /><div>All right, this is a rant, but I guess what I'm asking is, do you agree with this? Do you understand it?<br /></div><br /><div>What's your opinion on the whole matter? I know most of you aren't writing series in the first place, but still, I should think that maybe in the future you will. Then again, I could be wrong. Either way... tell me what you think!</div>Mikeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03479665718729330192noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795464354915942980.post-3495501084796640882009-11-20T09:28:00.002-07:002009-11-20T09:44:32.328-07:00Failing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.atkinsonadmin.com/ArtWork/1194547262-0204.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 250px;" src="http://www.atkinsonadmin.com/ArtWork/1194547262-0204.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Okay, so, this is sort of random, but...<div><br /></div><div>What's the first thing you think of when you hear this phrase?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">It hit me like a parade of elephants. How was I supposed to feel?<o:p></o:p></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><br /></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i>xD</i></p></div>Mikeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03479665718729330192noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795464354915942980.post-61313383918573979082009-11-16T08:47:00.008-07:002009-11-18T11:26:45.180-07:00When Do Your Thoughts Reach Your Paper?<a href="http://clairissajill.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/hallucinogenic_thoughts.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://clairissajill.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/hallucinogenic_thoughts.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div>Planning a novel is a difficult thing. I'm realizing that now more than over. Not only is it difficult, but it's time consuming, and it's a slippery slope that leads to a very sticky web if you're not careful. The more you plan, the better your ideas would get, I should think. But when do you think so much that you over-do it? Can the simple answer be the best answer?</div><br /><div>I've been planning my novel for at least two months now, sometimes just thinking, sometimes writing snippets down in a notebook, or typing out notes for myself during my computer classes. But the more I think about my book to be, the more flaws I see, and the more I think, and it's just a never-ending cycle. I mean, my book is not going to be perfect, so if I ever want to see a chance of it ever getting published, I should probably get to writing.</div><br /><div>That's difficult for me though. If I don't know what I'm about to write, it feels lifeless. I need to have a clear image in my mind and then I can put a spin on it if necessary. But every time I sit down to do an outline, I realize something that is wrong, YET AGAIN. It's horrible, really it is. I keep telling myself, "Mikey, just do a first draft, you can edit it later..." That seems like a good idea.<br /></div><div>But what if I start it too soon? What if I begin my first draft right before I have my breakthrough idea, and it never comes to me? Or is that just wishful thinking? Am I just kidding myself into thinking that if I just keep mulling it over something will just come to ? I would like to believe that this is true, but the more time I spend scratching my head in search for answers, that's less time that I actually spend making progress on novel. Sure, I'd consider planning progress, but when my thoughts never even touch paper - they're just passing inklings - somehow I feel like I'm cheating myself.<br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div>So, when do your thoughts reach your paper?</div></div>Mikeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03479665718729330192noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795464354915942980.post-78329055632545202252009-11-03T12:25:00.009-07:002009-11-18T11:24:33.519-07:00LOST - Your Guilty Pleasure<a href="http://www.marcblee.org/images/Lost%20-%20Logo.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 356px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.marcblee.org/images/Lost%20-%20Logo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Now, I'm not going to lie to you and say that it was love at first sight. That would be sort of a stretch. It was more like love at first episode. The first time I saw a commercial for Lost on ABC, I scoffed. I really did. I couldn't imagine that a show could actually have any merit when it was based off of people being stranded on a deserted island. Maybe that was due to my experience in the RP world and bad run-ins with these so-called "litrate island rps", but that's hardly a good reason to discredit a perfectly good TV show. I have a bad problem with judging books by their covers, and more often than not, TV shows by their commercials.<br /><br />Then one fateful night, my sister decided to rent the first two disks of the first season of Lost, well after the second season was over. The third hadn't started yet, but it was nearing time to start, and we figured that if we were going to get into this show, since we had heard good things about it, it might as well be now.<br /><br />Actually, I wasn't involved in the initial "Let's Watch LOST!" party. When it happened, I was downstairs on my computer playing a videogame (probably Final Fantasy X) and unaware of what was going on in the living room right above me. The sound was up pretty loud in both rooms, but when the music of Final Fantasy reached a low, I could hear the sound of some pretty intense carnage resonating from the TV upstairs. I paused my game and walked up the stairs and laid my eyes upon the TV. There I was, staring at a bunch of crazed people running across the beach in a frenzy.<br /><br />And that night, my friends, I went to bed at around four o'clock. It was amazing how easy it was to just pop the next disc in after four straight hours of LOST. When the second disk was over, I cringed in dissapointment. I knew that we would have to wait until the next night to get the third, and that seriously made me upset.<br /><br />That was the beginning of my LOST obsession. Except, I couldn't really accept the fact that I had missed the first two episodes of the third season because of basketball, so I waited that entire time AND longer for it to come out on DVD. Believe me, it's much more satisfying that way.<br /><br />And now that we are in the wake of Lost's rumored bittersweet ending, I can't help finding myself in a state of intense confusion. It's just this whole idea of, you know, most likely abandoning TV of all kind after the show has officially ended since nothing can really satisfy my appetite as much. It's like meth. The dopamine. My brain can't experience happy now since I've been addicted to meth - I mean LOST - so long that I don't even know what to do with myself. I even go through withdrawals when I don't have a weekly fix of LOST. My family has all of the seasons on DVD and we have marathons all the time. Sometimes I randomly watch "The Other 48 Days" because I'm just obsessed with that episode.<br /><br />WHY MUST YOU TORTURE US!? WHY!? HAVE WE SINNED SO MUCH THAT WE SHOULD BE DEPRIVED OF THE ONLY THING THAT BRINGS US PLEASURE IN THE FORM OF FLICKERING IMAGES AND SOUND!?<br /><br />Anyway, I'm gonna pop a blood vessel if I continue to write this post, so tell me about your favorite TV shows and how it's so ghetto how we have to wait soooo long between seasons. Or you could just tell me how much you love LOST and how it's basically better than almost every other show.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">-cough-</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">In every way.</span></div>Mikeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03479665718729330192noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795464354915942980.post-73177487186844063342009-10-28T06:47:00.000-06:002009-10-28T08:06:49.289-06:00Bad to be a Guy?Last night I was having a little chat with my friend, Corey. He's a weird fella, let me tell you. But anyway, that's not the point. Randomly he says to me, "Man, guys can be so cruel sometimes..." I'm just sitting there wondering where that really came from, trying to interpret the purpose of the sentiment. So naturally, I inquired. "What do you mean?"<br /><br />Corey relayed a story to me about a girl who had been gang raped after her prom. She was fifteen years old. Obviously, my first reaction was, "Wow, that's horrible, how could anyone do that?" Corey then proceeded to tell me that it made him feel bad because he is a guy and guy's do bad things like this all the time.<br /><br />At that point, my face seriously lurched and a quizzical look took me over. I just didn't understand it. So I asked him, "Why? It wasn't you that did it." He said, "Yeah, but it's just the idea of guys doing bad things. It makes me feel bad, because I know that I'm a guy."<br /><br />Well, I had to go after that. So I left, and I was still amazed. Am I weird, or is he weird? I just really don't understand the whole thing. Of course, a girl being raped in any situation is a horrible event, and the man who commits the crime should be punished for his actions. I know that people say that one bad apple spoils the bunch, but that's hard for me to believe.<br /><br />Should all men be held accountable for the crimes of the few who decide to become deviants in our society. Are we all REALLY capable of this sort of behavior just because of our genetic make-up?<br /><br />I know that I don't feel bad at all about being a guy. I had no decision in the matter, I don't do things (as far as I'm concerned) that degrade the name of male's across the world. If a girl is gang raped, feel bad for the girl, not yourself. Not only does it not make any sense but reverting the situation toward yourself really seems like you're just trying to detract from the gravity of the actual predicament. She was raped by someone else, not you. So please, don't make it about yourself.<br /><br />Take my words with a grain of salt please. One last question though. Do you think that a lot of people share this sentiment?Mikeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03479665718729330192noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795464354915942980.post-44433843033096110622009-10-27T18:05:00.000-06:002009-10-27T18:16:06.658-06:00The Way I DoWassup yo? My name's Mikey! I'm getting on the wagon so I'm not a total loser! I need a blog, right? Any respectable teen writer does. Anyway, I'm not that creative, so who knows how long this will last anyway. Hopefully I'll be able to keep it up, because I've seriously run out of things to do after I get home from school. Also, this might help me with my mental issues.<br /><br />ANYWAY, um, enough rambling. Like I said, my name is Mikey, and I'm a teen writer. I write YA Epic Fantasy, but that's just my current WIP. I'm considering delving into the world of Urban Fantasy and possibly just YA Fiction. I really just like to write, even though it's sort of difficult, especially plotting my WIP. My brain hurts sometimes and I get frustrated and just resort to doodling to get my annoyance out.<br /><br />Okay, so I don't know exactly what I'm gonna be putting on this blog, but I figure you can expect me to ask questions of you, especially if my posts are about my writing. I'm considering talking about Pop Culture too, just for fun, since I'm sort of a nerd when it comes to celebrities sometimes. But mostly writing, I promise. I'm gonna try to start reading more too. Blah. xD<br /><br />If you wanna know a little bit more about me... uh... <br /><br />I'm Sixteen, I live in Colorado, the lamest state in the U.S. (aside from Wyoming), I have five brothers and three sisters, my dad is insane and my mom is crazy (yup there's a difference), I'm sort of obsessed with Imogen Heap and I LOVE Grilled Cheese. I have psoriasis and serious self-image issues. It's weird, really deep rooted in psychology. I should probably be seeing a psychologist, but I don't, so... eh, whatevs.<br /><br />Anyway, I think I'm gonna try to get as many posts up as fast as I can because I'm really impatient, and if this just sits inactive for too long, I'LL HAVE AN ANEURISM.<br /><br />PEACE OUT.<br /><br />P.S.; If you have ANY questions for me, don't be afraid to ask. I'm an extremely open person.Mikeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03479665718729330192noreply@blogger.com9