I am going to try retooling my blog and making it a bit more mainstream. I know I have been ignoring this the last few months (a new born can do that to you.) But I’m recommiting myself to keeping this up. And I’m hoping that you can help, please take a minute to fill out the poll and leave a comment with advice, what do you like to see from a blog?
Long before Disney, most fairy tales existed; but, they were much more twisted, dark, complex and awesome than the 2 hour white-washed animated movies would lead you to believe. Enjoy this video, detailing 10 of them.
In honor of Dr. Seuss’s birthday, I’ve come across a fun little collection of life sayings (from his books) to live by.
I know I’ve posted similar things in the past, but everytime, I come across one of his books or a collection of his work, I am amazed at how insightful he was. And I am amazed at how complicated adults must make things.
Note: sorry this is a few days late. I thought I published this piece but apparently word press had other plans.
You must have seen it coming. My eyes have been wondering to other books on the shelf. I have gingerly caress their spines as yours sat collecting dust.
And then there were those occasions when I did pick you up. After waiting months and months to see you, I sighed, enthralled perhaps for a minute or two, but quickly the feeling vanished and I was left, forcing myself to keep going, hoping inspiration would hit us again.
I furrowed my head at your plot twists. What once seemed ingenious now became convoluted and redundant. As more and more seemingly filler characters came into the picture, as your story become self-aggrandizing and obese, as your story veered off into tangent after tangent in an obvious allegory to Christ which for some reason almost every dystopian series feels it must follow, I sat and wondered, were you the same series I fell in love with?
Maybe it was the months and months I waited for you. Reading about you. Dreaming about what would lie in your undiscovered pages. My mind put you up on a pedestal that only Kurt Vonnegut and my other masters of literature could fill.
Or maybe it’s me.
It been over a year since I read your last chapter, caressed your pages lovingly, let your word bleed into my reality. A lot can happen in a year, perhaps we have just grown apart.
Honestly, I don’t agree with all of the points. I try to avoid writing about people I know, though occasionally, they do inspire me. And I have never at a party riffled through other people’s things, personally, I think that’s just an invasion of privacy.
But the others, I felt were head on.
Especially number 10. I have in the past dated people and been friends with people who didn’t understand how crushing a rejection letter can be. When you are already reeling from a rejection that logically you know shouldn’t be personal, but emotionally is, the worst thing you need is someone telling you to suck it up and that it isn’t a big deal.
I would add:
11) Don’t ask the writer how much money they have made off the work or when they are going to get a publisher.
What would you add?
Every so often I write a story that’s only purpose is to help others learn from crappy decisions I have made of to help myself vent and thus move on. This is one of those stories, found on I dated that douche, it details two years of my life where I lost myself because of a self-absorbed jerk that I kept making excuses for.