- Why people don’t bring me cake after I finish writing a chapter.
- Why most of my chapters are short.
- Why I’m so short and bookshelves so tall.
- Why I can’t reach the top shelf even if I stand on my toes.
- Why my toes are always cold.
- Why my fingers are cold too.
- Why my fingers are big.
- Why my fingers like to hit the wrong keys.
- Why my phone’s autocorrect doesn’t understand I hit the wrong key, resulting in many typos.
- Why my friends feel the need to laugh at my typos.
- Why I even have friends when I don’t ever leave the house.
- Why fictional characters can’t be real friends.
- Why my characters are selfish and whether that’s a reflection of myself.
- Why I don’t get an idea every time I look at my reflection in the mirror.
- Why I can’t describe facial expressions well even while staring at a mirror.
- Why describing facial expressions is difficult.
- Why writing is difficult.
- Why I almost always tackle the most difficult idea rather than an easier one.
- Why I can’t remember the ideas I don’t write down.
- Why ideas pop into my head at the most inconvenient moments.
- Why I don’t write more often.
- Why I don’t always like what I write.
- Why I occasionally like what I write and get too attached.
- Why I always have to kill what I’m attached to.
- Why killing my darlings isn’t as easy as it sounds.
- Why dialogue sounds better in my head than it does on the page.
- Why notebooks don’t have an infinite number of pages in them.
- Why I fill up the pages without being aware of it.
- Why I’m not aware of my surroundings at any given time.
- Why I’m too aware and start staring at someone with the intention of writing him or her into my story.
Pen or pencil?
I used to be a pencil kind of gal when I was a kid, but now I'm old. I don't make mistakes that I need to erase. I don't get ink stains on anything. There are so many reasons why I love pens, I could write a blog post on it.
Spiral or non-spiral bound notebooks?
As much as I love the look of journals without spirals, they aren't as practical for me. I can hold a spiral notebook in one hand easier. Or maybe I just don't have any arm strength.
Write in the morning or at night?
Nighttime. I tend to read and edit in the earlier hours of the day. But when the sun sets, my muse suddenly wants to come out to play. So much for sleeping eight hours every night.
Work inside or outside?
I like not having to leave my house. I can stay in my pyjamas. I don't have to do my hair or makeup. I'm lazy. That's not news.
Music or silence?
When I'm handwriting, silence. When I'm typing, music. If I had to choose just one, I'd probably play songs in the background at a soft volume.
Write a little every day or a lot every so often?
A little every day. That's what I'm currently doing because it works best for me. I like writing enough to do it even when I don't feel like pulling words from my brain and putting them onto the page.
Short stories or long novels?
I tend to write short stories and read long novels. Perhaps novellas are my true love.
Lined paper or blank paper?
Lined all the way. I'll take lines on paper over dotted, graph, etc.
Characters or plot?
The former obviously. Characters make or break a novel for me.
Which choices would you pick?
I will participate in every NaNoWriMo session and write 50,000 words easily.
I will walk into bookstores, secretly sign copies of my books, then leave with bags filled with notebooks.
I will attend writing conferences, meet many writers, write with them, etc.
I will host bookish giveaways on my blogs for the best followers in the world.
I will be part of a group full of other writers where we talk about our work at any hour of the night.
I love the time right before school starts because I have an excuse to buy school supplies and stationery.
Back to school shopping, in my opinion, is the best kind of shopping.
As you can imagine, I live for this kind of stuff.
I end up buying pens and notebooks I use for writing rather than studying. For my own work rather than schoolwork.
I regret nothing.
You can’t just write the same story all your life, can you? Guy falls in love with girl. Guy falls in love with girl. Guy falls in love with girl. Okay, maybe you can.
What did writers do before pens were invented? Don’t ask me. I wouldn’t know. I’m the user of many pens and the owner of even more.
I have very few living, breathing human beings as friends. But you can never have too many fictional friends.
Small books, big books. All kinds of books.
Because as much fun as it is to read stories, it’s fun to create them as well.
So I finally get to explain why my “What I Love” posts are on the 22nd of every month.
Cue drumroll please.
My birthday is August 22, 1997.
I figured it’s fitting to devote a monthly post in honour of something or someone I love. At the very least, it’ll make me more appreciative of all that I have.
Because I’m turning 18 today and I’ll already be a year older by the time this post is up, I’m making a list of 22 concepts/people/things I love. In no particular order, of course.
- Speaking of lists, I love them.
- The number 22 for obvious reasons.
- August. I’m lucky I don’t have to go to school on my birthday.
- Simple Plan. I need to see them play live.
- School supplies and stationery. I’m cheating, I know.
- Shopping. Um, uh…let’s move on.
- Good food. I adore eating.
- Great music. How does anyone hate it?
- Red. It’s my favourite colour.
- Challenges. Bring them on.
- Teachers and mentors. I am indebted to them.
- My family for supporting me and stroking my ego.
- My friends for making me cry tears of laughter and joy.
- My enemies for telling me lies that I will never allow to be true.
- Pens for composing my stories.
- Notebooks for carrying my words.
- Dancing. And all things associated with it like dancers or dance shoes.
- Blogging. Again, anything related to blogging as well. Other blogs. Beautiful bloggers.
- Writing. Creating characters gives me life.
- Reading. Books were my first love.
- Myself. Because self-love is important.
- You! I don’t say this enough though I ought to; I love you.
I share a lot on this blog. Well, more than I do with most people anyway.
So I figured I may as well share my writing and blogging space. It’s about time, huh?
Also, I might do a more in-depth post about some of the things in the pictures below.
And maybe by the end of this summer, my photos will turn out nicer. They were taken on a phone. I don’t have a professional camera because I spend too much on pens, pencils, notebooks, books, etc. The trade-off is worth it in my opinion.
I have the hardest time starting anything.
Especially when it comes to using items that are brand new.
Here’s just one example. I have three notebooks on my bookshelf that I haven’t touched since I bought them. My reason for purchasing the journals? I planned on writing in them. But I physically can’t bring myself to do it.
At this rate, half of my bookshelf is going to be filled with empty notebooks before I get around to opening one.
Don’t even get me started on books.