My name is Dominique Weldon, I am a teenager from Iowa, who happens to be an aspiring author. I'm determined to make it, and plan on sharing my thoughts and process along the way with the rest of you guys!! I know we can do it!!:D
I'm ranting right now! Why...? Simple, because this is my blog, I can, and it relates to writing. Alright, here I go.
As most of you know, I'm a student in high school... still. Oh the joys of that... One of my classes is Comp 105--yup, that's right, I'm taking a college class in high school. I'm that cool! Anyway, I'm pretty good at writing, so the class comes naturally to me. That doesn't mean I'm wonder-writer though, there's still days where I have problems too. After all, I'm just a student, like everyone else.
Here lies the problem... I am constantly asked by many of my fellow classmates to help them with their work. It never bothered me at first, actually it made me feel important... But then there comes the point where I'm asked more than the teacher. This has been happening since Jr. High, and I kinda hate it. That's because sometimes people get frustrated with me if I don't help them out, or want to work on my own project, leaving me feeling guilty.
It's made me come to the point where I no longer feel like helping them... Is that selfish? Possibly; I'm just tried of the guilt and pressure. I don't think that it's too bad, right?
When I think of you my heart starts to flutter Within my chest, leaving all these feelings such a clutter To be with you is all I need A kiss, a kiss I plead For its Valentines, we cannot be alone Your arms need to hold So let’s celebrate the unity of us Celebrate the strength of our love and lust The day of pink of red has come to a close Ending with the pedals of a rose
Alrighty, I'll be honest with you guys... I didn't write a dang thing during my mini break. *Prepares for the disappointment* Actually, I haven't even been online for days. Yup, vanished from the face of the planet. Why? Well... It was my best friend's birthday, and I hung out with other people on the other days. I needed a break. The break is from life (I could go on in debt, but that really doesn't relate to writing, but know that there's a valid reason!)
So today I've returned back to the world, and started to check up on my online stuff. The problem with leaving is that I return with so much stuff to do. Oh well, I guess!
Now I'm going to finish this, and then figure out how to get past this writer's road block--which is farrrrr different from writer's block, just so we're clear! hahaha!
Yup, that's right--my weekend increased a day because our school is uber awesome! It's really random too because it's not like it's a holiday or anything. However it is my best friend's birthday....buttttt I don't think that counts X3
I'm going to spend tonight working for sure. I've been stuck in my novel for awhile now, not really knowing where in the world to go next. I did reread the book though, and it helped a little. One of my writer friends told me to develop a minor conflict to keep the story interesting, so I guess I could do a love issue-problem-thing. (Like my words? haha!)
So that's where I am up to this point... Nothing else too interesting to say, sorry!
How you cannot see, what I need You're suffocating, Breaths become gasps, So quick, so fast, They leave me, Hands caress and hold, And nowhere to go, The darkness flows in, It licks and it grins Wanting to see, how desperate is me, I need it so low, I want it to go, How can you not see that you're killing me, Drips of the red that shed down my head, Nothing to comfort, nothing to hold, How I wish for the day you turn cold
Are many to say the least. The one I'm dealing with now is definetly annoying-___-
Okay, okay, so I'm finishing a chapter, going by the outline I have in my convinent little notebook of notes. (Then again isn't that what notebooks are supposesd to have anyway?) Anyway, I just finished the last chapter I was on and looked at my outline to see where I was going; however what I have down next was NOT going to work!!
To keep it short-the major plot twist was supposed to happen in the next chapter, but... my main characters haven't even become 'friends' yet! There still needs to be some major character development going on, and yet my plan was to bascially throw them out in shark-infested waters! ...But not literally, I mean that as a cliche of course; although, that would be a good plot twist. Random, but good! Still, fail, fail... Now I'm confused with what I'm going to do next. I mean, I have some ideas but they're kind of a jumbled mess scracthed down on paper.
Now, what is my plan to fix this problem?.... Uhhh, beats me! Whenever this happens I normally just hope an idea comes and then BAM (and yes, I said bam :P) the idea comes! Also I think I'm going to read everything I have up to this point and hope that'll spark some creativity too.... Because I could wing it, but that would only make it harder for me in the long run.
Or if anything, I can just take a longgggg break, hahahaha!
...because I am a competitive person. Even if I lose I still pretend that it is you who is awful, not me-haha! This is what happened to me awhile back in my Comp Class. Our newest assignment was to write a descriptive essay. Basically we had to write about anything and make it descriptive. Easy right?
Well wrong!
It is a lottttt harder than it sounds, and I probably spent the entire first week brainstorming a topic. Eventually we told our teacher that we were stuck and needed some serious help. That caused him to say,"This is basic writing for a creative writer. They should be able to write an entire paper on a pencil with ease."
-___- Yeah, that didn't settle with me very well. Not sure if he meant it personally, but I took it personally, as if he was insulting my skills! So out of spite I decided to write my essay on, you got it, a pencil. I turned the intro of it into a charming little poem called, "Of Wood, Graphite and Rubber.'
The pencil, Such a marvelous contraption; Simple to say the least, But that adds to it's wonder, Its length isn't comparable to the massive structure of a skyscraper, Or as extraordinary as the microscopic world, Its only a mere five inches, Those five inches of wood, graphite and rubber is the bridge to a world of possibilities; The dark, yet correctable tip makes way for learning, creativity and imagination, To put it simply, This tool is one made of magic, A magic marveled for ages
(By the way, the rough draft was A worthy, just in case anyone cares, haha!) Now that determination in class never fails me. Why? Well because I strive for the best in school (unless it's related to anything math-wise, then that's just a lost cause.) That left me thinking today...Where does that determination go when I'm writing for myself? It's not like I don't try at all with my stories; I do want to write well, but the drive for perfection isn't there like in school. Even when I'm editing my work it's just not the same, because after awhile I start to grow bored, lose my mind a little, then quit. I think the only difference is the fact that school is for a grade...
Regardless, I found the difference between my academic and creative writing kinda funny. I need to bring them both up on the same level... If not I'll get through editing my story and publish anything T_____T And I really want to get published. Actually my goal is to become a published by age 18, but with that being in less than three months I don't see that happening anymore, lol. Guess I should stop being so lazy.
Oh, and also I decided to post whatever song I'm listening to while I'm writing. Share the bizzare music that inspires me and whatnot XD
