Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Monday, November 14, 2011
Stories from Walmart: One
Once upon a time, there was a girl name Sara.
She really loved music and on her trip to the village market, she often liked to browse the racks of CD's.
She'd long since given up hope on ever finding any good music at her local market. On this day, she decided to give it one last try.
She hurried off to the music department, and scanned each rack. Country, country, country, etc. She was close to giving up. Why couldn't there be any quality music at Wally World? She searched the lower racks. Gospel, gospel, gospel. Nothing fun.
Where was all of the Mumford and Sons? Where were the Killers? And then, in the very moment that she was on the verge of giving up, she spotted it. A little tab marked "The Killers".
Was this her lucky day? Had Wally World finally come to their senses and ordered good music?
She reached for the tab. She pushed it aside, eager to grab a Killers album and listen to it on the way home.
And there, on the other side of that mostly blank divider, was the King's of Leon.
She felt her heart break in her chest.
Never again, she vowed, would she return to the music department of Walmart.
The end.
She really loved music and on her trip to the village market, she often liked to browse the racks of CD's.
She'd long since given up hope on ever finding any good music at her local market. On this day, she decided to give it one last try.
She hurried off to the music department, and scanned each rack. Country, country, country, etc. She was close to giving up. Why couldn't there be any quality music at Wally World? She searched the lower racks. Gospel, gospel, gospel. Nothing fun.
Where was all of the Mumford and Sons? Where were the Killers? And then, in the very moment that she was on the verge of giving up, she spotted it. A little tab marked "The Killers".
Was this her lucky day? Had Wally World finally come to their senses and ordered good music?
She reached for the tab. She pushed it aside, eager to grab a Killers album and listen to it on the way home.
And there, on the other side of that mostly blank divider, was the King's of Leon.
She felt her heart break in her chest.
Never again, she vowed, would she return to the music department of Walmart.
The end.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Busy Weekend and cool foreign friends :)
All weekend, I've been busy. Except for today. Today, I stayed in my pajamas until four o'clock. It was a pretty great day! :) Yesterday, I recorded a little mini CD in a guy's home studio, and I think it turned out alright for a first attempt :)
I'll eventually upload them to my computer and put them on here for you guys :)
I decided that I really love xbox live today, even though I don't currently have live at the moment. You can meet so many cool people from all over the place on there :) Sure, some of them are actually fifty year old creepers, but the majority are just nerds like me and I love it :)
Paige met these guys on there like a week ago named Koas (it's like "coaster") and Olle. Koas is from England and Olle is from Sweden :) They're really nice and I'm fairly certain that neither of them are fifty year old creepers :)
The coolest part? They both love alternative rock!
The funny thing to me is the different slang. Half the time I don't have a clue what they're saying, so I just laugh. Smile and wave boys, smile and wave. :) Koas and Olle, if you're reading this (and you better be Koas, because you said you'd be my blog buddy) I usually get the gist of whatever it is that you're saying haha
Anyways, I'll post later maybe...I have a story for all of you :)
Peace, love, and funny foreign people (not as an insult haha),
~Sara
I'll eventually upload them to my computer and put them on here for you guys :)
I decided that I really love xbox live today, even though I don't currently have live at the moment. You can meet so many cool people from all over the place on there :) Sure, some of them are actually fifty year old creepers, but the majority are just nerds like me and I love it :)
Paige met these guys on there like a week ago named Koas (it's like "coaster") and Olle. Koas is from England and Olle is from Sweden :) They're really nice and I'm fairly certain that neither of them are fifty year old creepers :)
The coolest part? They both love alternative rock!
The funny thing to me is the different slang. Half the time I don't have a clue what they're saying, so I just laugh. Smile and wave boys, smile and wave. :) Koas and Olle, if you're reading this (and you better be Koas, because you said you'd be my blog buddy) I usually get the gist of whatever it is that you're saying haha
Anyways, I'll post later maybe...I have a story for all of you :)
Peace, love, and funny foreign people (not as an insult haha),
~Sara
Friday, November 11, 2011
A quote that never fails to inspire me.
I found a quote the other day that really made me happy.
I love writing stories, writing songs, pretty much writing anything. I have ever since I learned to write. Because that's part of me. All of the characters that live inside my brain all day, all of the lyrics that buzz around until I give in and write them down, they're part of what makes me who I am. Could it be part insanity? Of course it can. But then, most great authors, poet, and musicians have been mad. That didn't stop them from doing what they loved.
What scares me most about loving to write, loving to just create, is not living up to my own expectations. Not creating the ideal story that gets across every theme that I intended. When people read or hear what I write, I hope they feel what I feel when I write it. I hope they see all of the same things as I did when I wrote it. Which is why I was really inspired by this quote.
"If you find yourself asking yourself, 'Am I really a writer?
Am I really an artist?' Chances are, you are.
The counterfeit innovator is wildly self confident.
The real one is scared to death." Steven Pressfield- The War of Art
And that is why it really inspired me. Because it's the truth. All this time I've been thinking to myself, If I can't finish a novel because I'm too scared of messing up, why do I keep trying? Why do I love something so much if I can never accomplish it? But when I read that quote, I felt good about myself. I had confidence in myself for once. I am a writer. I will write something that moves people. Those words are my new mantra.
~Sara
I love writing stories, writing songs, pretty much writing anything. I have ever since I learned to write. Because that's part of me. All of the characters that live inside my brain all day, all of the lyrics that buzz around until I give in and write them down, they're part of what makes me who I am. Could it be part insanity? Of course it can. But then, most great authors, poet, and musicians have been mad. That didn't stop them from doing what they loved.
What scares me most about loving to write, loving to just create, is not living up to my own expectations. Not creating the ideal story that gets across every theme that I intended. When people read or hear what I write, I hope they feel what I feel when I write it. I hope they see all of the same things as I did when I wrote it. Which is why I was really inspired by this quote.
"If you find yourself asking yourself, 'Am I really a writer?
Am I really an artist?' Chances are, you are.
The counterfeit innovator is wildly self confident.
The real one is scared to death." Steven Pressfield- The War of Art
And that is why it really inspired me. Because it's the truth. All this time I've been thinking to myself, If I can't finish a novel because I'm too scared of messing up, why do I keep trying? Why do I love something so much if I can never accomplish it? But when I read that quote, I felt good about myself. I had confidence in myself for once. I am a writer. I will write something that moves people. Those words are my new mantra.
~Sara
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Good to see you again!
I haven't blogged in over a week thanks to NaNoWriMo. I've been so busy writing that I haven't paid any attention to my blog. But today I've come home sick from school (it's just cramps, nothing major) so I get to write to all of you again :)
As I was leaving school today, I totally blanked out and grabbed Alec's jacket and just took off with it to the nurse's office. I only realized I had his jacket when I took my own jacket off and saw that I had his jacket sitting in my lap the whole time. I told the nurse what I did and I ran off to find Alec, but instead I ran into Micah who told me that Alec had been looking for it and just gave up. I felt slightly bad, but mainly I just thought it was hilarious. One more thing to add to the list of Sara Screw-ups.
In the little over a half hour that I was in the nurse's office, three more people came in needing various things, mainly pads or tampons. I think women have some code of sympathy. When one girl has bad cramps, a few others are out of tampons, and one is hormonal, you kind of just want to band together with them and start a war. A war against all men for ever saying we aren't tough. More power to the period people! Haha, yeah well, since I'm not making any since, I'll get off. I'll blog again soon :)
As I was leaving school today, I totally blanked out and grabbed Alec's jacket and just took off with it to the nurse's office. I only realized I had his jacket when I took my own jacket off and saw that I had his jacket sitting in my lap the whole time. I told the nurse what I did and I ran off to find Alec, but instead I ran into Micah who told me that Alec had been looking for it and just gave up. I felt slightly bad, but mainly I just thought it was hilarious. One more thing to add to the list of Sara Screw-ups.
In the little over a half hour that I was in the nurse's office, three more people came in needing various things, mainly pads or tampons. I think women have some code of sympathy. When one girl has bad cramps, a few others are out of tampons, and one is hormonal, you kind of just want to band together with them and start a war. A war against all men for ever saying we aren't tough. More power to the period people! Haha, yeah well, since I'm not making any since, I'll get off. I'll blog again soon :)
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Two more minutes...
This morning as my alarm went off on my cell phone, I pretty much hated the world. I'm more of a morning person, but I absolutely hate getting up at 5:45 every single morning for school. So I squinted at my phone and turned the alarm off. Then I did probably the one mistake that everyone makes multiple times a year. I told myself I'd only sleep for two more minutes. Which is why I was shocked to be woken up exactly twenty-seven minutes later than I had planned. Which is why I'm writing to you now at a time when I should be in school. I just skipped today and took a much needed breather. We weren't doing anything important today anyways, I just wanted to be home. My mom also left for Savanna, GA today and I wanted to be here to tell her bye.
Great news! It's the second day of November which means....It's the second day of NaNoWriMo! I'm super excited because I've never done this before. The object of NaNoWriMo, for those of you that have no idea what I'm talking about, is to write 50,000 words on a novel by the end of the month. At the moment, I have about 3,000 words so far. I'm very disappointed that I haven't had as much time as I would like, to just plaster myself to the computer screen and write. So instead I've been hand writing some of it any chance I get and then coming home and typing it all into the computer. It takes twice the amount of time, but when I feel like writing, I write. Which half the time is at school.
Great news! It's the second day of November which means....It's the second day of NaNoWriMo! I'm super excited because I've never done this before. The object of NaNoWriMo, for those of you that have no idea what I'm talking about, is to write 50,000 words on a novel by the end of the month. At the moment, I have about 3,000 words so far. I'm very disappointed that I haven't had as much time as I would like, to just plaster myself to the computer screen and write. So instead I've been hand writing some of it any chance I get and then coming home and typing it all into the computer. It takes twice the amount of time, but when I feel like writing, I write. Which half the time is at school.
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