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Ink is the strongest drug, the deepest ocean, the longest journey and the strangest love.. |
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I am a writer... A teen writer... Teen as in highschooler... Highschooler as in insanely-busy-geek-with-no-social-life-outside-of-school-and-abnormal-circle-of-friends-who-are-all-at-school-anyway-and-don't-really-count... *smacks forehead* I don't know whatever possessed me to start doing this, but you know the old quote: "Ink is the strongest drug, the deepest ocean, the longest journey and the longest love..." Okay, so that isn't an old quote. I made it up. But hey, I'm a writer! Rated "T" because I get a little heated when I rant angrily... Not scorching, but more than lukewarm... |
| I'm a writer for crying out loud! Artsy brain stuff, you know that whole "side of the brain" thing? Math/Science? Not so much. I just got my first test back and I had a 48. I have never failed anything that badly in all of my life. Last year I scraped together an A- in Algebra 1 for crying out loud. It was mostly homework grades and partial credit, but for someone who sucks at math, you have to admit that is amazing. This year, I am totally failing. And it really is not my fault. I think it is a teacher's. Gah! Anyhoo, working on chapter 3 of "Ocean of Swords" my second book of my trilogy. *pumps fist* Yay me! Anyway, nothing else to say. I have to go work on history homework and chemistry. Highschool sucks sometimes... ~GryphonFledglingOfSilverWings |
| Yes, if you are from FP, you will see I have updated "Ocean of Tears" once again! (if you are not, you will have to go there to check out all of my works: see link below) Yup yup yup... And W.com Fantasy newsletter finally realized one of the greatest hassles for fantasy writers and sent out a distance chart this week in their newsletter. Very happy am I. Umm... I have nothing else to say. Sorry for the short post. ~SilverGryphon http://www.fictionpress.com/~gryphonfledglingofsilverwings |
| I'm doing a report right now on Confucianism. Unfortunately, it seems that no one knows anything about it. I have looked in books, searched websites, and the only thing I have been able to find thus far is some world religion books and one really great site outlining the basic beliefs. Only problem is, I need more than one source and most of them have to be books. I haven't been able to read all of the world religion books (granted, Confucianism is exactly a religion, more of a philosophy), but thus far, I have been dredging the bucket and coming up dry. Also, I have to write a journaling entry for English based on "King Lear" and the modern interpretation, "A Thousand Acres." Let me start out by saying that I HATE the latter. I swear, it is nothing but drama, drama, drama... Life is tough. It all sucks, seems to be the underlying message of the book. There is no other message but that. Grrr... But enough ranting here. You don't want to read everything my teacher is going to have to put up with when I turn in my paper tomorrow. *rubs hands together and chuckles evilly* Yup yup yup... That's all I have to say for now. I have to go back to my fruitless efforts to find a reputable source on Confucianism. If any of you know of some, please let me know ASAP. I don't need to turn my outline in until October 15th, but I'd like to get it done before then so I have have the jump on the gun. Anyhoo, I'm off... I will try to keep up my consistent updating. If nothing else, it will be at least every other day, considering I have study hall everyother day last period and the school has fast internet. *whoot* (I have dial-up... O.O) ~GryphonFledglingOfSilverWings http://www.fictionpress.com/~gryphonfledglingofsilverwings |
| Hello and welcome all... I updated! Big Major Note (if you are from FP, you have already heard this a few billion times): I have finished the rough draft of my current book, "Ocean of Tears," bk. 1 of my "Ocean of Fire" trilogy. *whoot* So yeah... School is crazy right now. You may envy straight A students, but it is pretty darn hard to keep up those kind of grades. Unless you are totally brilliant. Everyone seems to think that I am. Sorry, but the only way I keep up those grades currently is by freaking out and stressing over everything. I guess I might be a bit of an overachiever, but that just makes it worse. Everyone comes to me for answers, often ones I don't have. Blah... But I can give advice on writing. *grin* Now I am sick, coughing and sneezing up a storm. I used almost an entire box of tissues today in school. I should have just not come to school, but I had thought that I was having a chemistry test today, along with a really important rehearsal in drama. Turns out that the chemistry test isn't until Friday and the person that was supposed to bring in the sound effects for out project didn't bring them in. I'm not mad at her because she had a reasonable excuse, but it did make me mad in that I could have concievable stayed home today. Bleh... In English I wrote a totally killer essay. We read a piece of writing titled "The Ladle" (I don't know who it is written by, but if you Google the title, you might find it) all about how you can ladle deep into life. So we had to write a 5-paragraph essay on what we ladle in life. I was totally stuck and decided to write about my writing, figuring it was going to sound totally stupid. But I ended up getting really hyped up so that everything was flowing just fine. So I handed it in and the first thing my teacher said was "I really love your topic sentence." Booyah! One final note before I leave: the chair that I am sitting in is so smooth-rolling. You barely need a push-off before you are sliding across the room. As I sit typing, if I lean too close to the screen and type, my palms on the edge of the table are actually pushing me away from the desk until I am at arms length and have to haul myself in. Kinda fun actually... You are all free to envy me... Anyhoo, time to go. Hope ya'll enjoyed my update! Ciao! ~SilverGryphon |
| Couldn't let this day go by without a word of thanks to all who gave their lives to save others, a word of comfort to all who suffered as a result of that day, and a word of encouragement to all of the nation. 9/11/01 - we will never forget ~GryphonFledglingOfSilverWings |
| Yup... I was doing so well... Then crazy stuff happened, school started and I'm freaking out... Homework load is a mess... I don't even have time to check e-mail, let alone worry about a blog at the moment... So sorry... I'll come back as soon as possible, but no guarantees for at least the next few months... Don't cry over me too much. *hands crickets a box of tissues* If you begin to miss me unbearably, stop by my account on Fictionpress.com. That I can do, since i click a few times and my chapters upload. But even that is erratic at this time... Farewell for now! ~GryphonFledglingOfSilverWings http://www.fictionpress.com/~gryphonfledglingofsilverwings |
| Yeah, I got myself a dog... She's a shepherd mutt and cute as can be... Only thing is she keeps throwing up all over the floor. She got fixed last night, the dear little girl, and now she's getting sick... Anyhoo, I don't have much else to say or much time to say it. All of my time is currently being claimed by this little canine (she doesn't have a name yet, her shelter number was 2987) and her own unique problems. Plus I have another dog to keep out of her way, three cats to take care of and 12 chickens, all of whom need to be fed now... Alrighty then... Ta! ~SilverGryphon |
| Yup... very busy... It feels empty, like there is a vacuum pulling at the inside of my chest and trying to make it implode. It is tight, throbbing and numb all at the same time. But the overriding is not sensory at al. It is yearning. Yearning for what? As I feel it, I can't fully comprehend what it is I am longing for. But it is not the trivial material wants of the body. It is not for food or drink, pleasure or pain in the bodily sense. Instead, it is mental, even spiritual, nameless and unrelenting. But it is a chameleon, able to hide under other things until a disruption of the right kind can bring it up to the surface. I lay down and ache. I write this and ache. I don't know what it is I am aching for, but I have a suspiscion that it is just too large for words anyway. Yay me! I am doing just fine thus far with my essay writing! Nothing else new to report on my life... ~SilverGryphon |
| Wrote this yesterday, posting it today. My first of many essays to come. Whee!*shakes head at own naivety* I sit in the library, in the center of the tables where one can sit and work. Across from me are three teenage boys, working on some geography project that involves the Taj Mahal. (psst... it's in India) To my right is a slightly balding man on his laptop. I can't tell what he is doing, but his brows are knit and his mouth is in a tight line. He stares intently at the screen. I sit, two issues of Writer's Digest laying open before me. I hide the fact that they are writer's magazines as if it is unclean. All around me is production and I look as though I am not doing anything. I am a writer. Those around me don't understand. They can't, because they are not writers. Sometimes I think that researching how to write is a waste of time. I hate being told how to use words. I can write a grammatically correct sentence (on occasion *shifty eyes*) and I know how to use the words "I" and "me." But if someone were to ask me how I knew that or tried to tell me why it works that way, I would be lost. I just feel the sentence and I decide whethere it is right or wrong. I hate for people to go in and muck it up. That is MY writing! *clutches to chest protectively* But there are times when I (need to loosen up) am wrong. There are days when my intuition can only take me so far. It takes a dictionary or an English manual to work out just how that gets put together. I use grammar check a lot. Passive sentence is the bane of my existence. I can't seem to evade it; it haunts my every step. I have to look up how to use my words on occasion, even if it hurts my pride. And reading how to write; how many books like this have I read? Many. Half the time I forget the advice or ignore it/don't take it and the other half I twist to my own purposes until it becomes completely unrecognizable and we are back to square one. Does any of it actually help? I read the how to write article by glitter_jewele on FictionPress and was inspired. I started an outline for Ocean of Tears. It worked the first time through. But then I reworked the entire storyline and I threw the rest out the window. (I kept copies, but I haven't looked at it for two years.) Then I started again. But this time there was no outlining. I just jumped feet-first into that sea of blank paper and began to write. I use little one-sentence blurbs for each chapter, but I didn't even start thoes until chapter 18. And they don't alwasy work out. I can think of at least three that ended up becoming completely different from how they were presented by my blurbs. Is this even worth it? Is my writing even worth it? Well, if nothing else, it gives me something to to focus on, taking my mind off of other hassles. But then, it also gives me another hassle in daily life. It's one more thing I have to worry about, that I finish this chapter. After all, if I let it sit too long, I'll lose inspiration. I know that. And I'm going to finish this book. There have been too many other things that I have started and then lost interest in. So at time it becomes a burden, or an annoyance. So is this help/hindrance actually worth the time to research? My odds of being published by an actual publishing company are probably fairly slim. And no one else seems to understand. As I sit here, writing this, all I can think about is how alone I am. I am going to try the writer's group at my library, and there is an online community, but at this very moment, I know no one in person who understands the unique role of a writer's life. I tell my mom and she listens sympathetically but she can't understand in the fullest sense what I am talking about. But despite these shortcomings, my mom is always willing to listen. While when I talk to her about my woes, I am filled with the sense that perhaps what I am doing in meaningless, that she listens to me, expressing interest and asking questions on occasion, it makes me feel loved and appreciated. She actually cares, even if she doesn't understand all that garbled writer's talk "blah:", she knows that it is important to me and appreciates it for that reason. I guess that, if nothing else, makes it all worth it. |
| Yup... I'm back! I was sick for a few days (throwing up, yadda yadda) and so was prevented from posting here. Update on my life: Finished "Anna Karenina"... Yay me! I didn't like the ending so much, since it was almost anticlimactic, but that's okay, right? Wrong... But it was an okay book. Read "Bird by Bird" by Anne Lamott. It was pretty darn good. Sort of a memoir/writing instruction manual. I'm going to go back and reread. It was pretty inspiring. Finished chapter 26 (*punches Bane for making me write a chapter about him*) and am working on 27 (*punches Quina for making me write a chapter about her*). I would have finished it before now, but I was sick and too crabby to do anything. Yup... yup... ummm... OH! I've decided to start a writing project (based on inspiration from "Bird by Bird") where I am going to write an essay every day for at least a month, based on whatever comes to mind. Then I guess I will post it here or just keep it for myself. (think along the lines of my "blood" post so long ago if you actually read my archives. ;D) Anyhoo, that's just to keep me in practice and help me write something other than fantasy. Plus I might go people watching. Fun stuff that. I recommend it. You sit in some public place with a notebook or computer and watch the people around you. (do it inconspicuously, or people might think that you are some kind of stalker... hehe...) Anyhoo, when you find some kind of person that interests you, you describe them to the detail in your notebook. What they are wearing, what they look like, how they are acting. 'tis fun. For an example, I was once in a grocery store and this girl walked by me. She was tall (I wouldn't be surprised if she was over 6 feet... She towered over me and I'm pretty tall) and stick thin. She was wearing heavy red eyeshadow, with a haunted expression in her eyes, like she was being hunted. She was wearing a black mini-skirt and a red tank top, with a pair of heels. When she went past me, she had a tattoo that stretched across her entire upper back, with abstract designs. I thought I saw a dragon in it, but I was distracted by my siblings. (Note to all people watchers: you have to do this by yourself, because otherwise your companions with distract you. Unless they are writers as well and they go people watching with you. Then it is okay.) But overall, she just struck me with the hunted, furitive look that was in her eyes. (I hope that she wasn't some sort of shop lifter or anything... O.O) It was just so inspirational that I was able to figure out how to solve some of my woes on a side project I am doing. Anyhoo, I'm off to go work on my stuff... Chapter writing and essay writing and actual life and all that. Ta! ~SilverGryphon http://www.fictionpress.com/~gryphonfledglingofsilverwings |
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