Thirteen

I look through my blog and I think, I'm a better writer than this. But what if i'm not? I think I was at some point or another? I read my book and if i'm still entertained by it after what could be the hundredth time of reading it, then it must be good. Where is that skill now? Why is it so different to sit down and write a whole novel than it is to write a short segment about whatever I feel like? I think I'm feeling too many things right now, none of which could interest someone reading this blog. The reader would be left confused. I'm not even sure I can wrap my head around all the things going on anyway. I used to have a lot more time to sit back and think about concepts, metaphors, and ideas. Now everything seems so generic. I feel like I'm thirteen again, talking to my best friend on the phone because that's what girls did back then before the age of texting. The conversation would get slow and we'd end up narrating everything we're doing. "I'm writing my blog right now. There is a picture of the Jonas Brothers in the hallway. They are staring at me." Then she would say something like, "I don't have a blog. The Jonas Brothers are not staring at me. I'm watching TV." Then I would say, "What are you watching?", and she wouldn't reply because she would've fallen asleep by that point. That's about the excitement level of this blog. I used to be able to pull anything out for english assignments. Maybe I need a structure. If any of you actually read this thing and want me to write on a topic. Name it and I'll write about it. Just comment on this post and I'll write on that topic. Then maybe no one will die of boredom.

It's official

It's official. I'm pretty much the worst blogger in the whole world. I've posted three things. All of which were not all that interesting. Hm, what to bore you with now? I finally got to reading Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins. I understand why so many people gave it such good ratings now. I must be the last person to read it, but I was one of the last to read Twilight and look how that worked out. I'm not a big fan of the Twilight series. How many times must Stephanie Myer tell us that Bella is clumsy? We Get It. Books are for educated people. The object of writing is not to dumb every concept down and repeat it to death. Hunger Games was written very well and that's what made it so great. I was hooked on the first page instead of rolling my eyes through it like so many pages of Twilight. Hunger Games is a well written, well thought out novel. Twilight hangs off of it's simple idea which could be told in about fifty pages if it weren't for all the pointless self created drama. Hunger Games has me biting my nails in fear. Twilight has me biting my nails in hopes that the plot might actually continue on at some point. The discriptions and back story in Hunger Games adds to the excitement and characters and builds throughout the novel. By the end of Twilight I have no curiosity about the supposedly complicated mind of Bella. Her character is simple and overdramatized. Katniss in Hunger Games is a complex character that leaves me wondering and hanging on what she will choose and what she is really thinking and feeling. She is a mystery. Bella wants Edward. We Get It. Katniss wants to survive, but accepts the idea of death. She is willing to die instead of her sister and the boy she doesn't love as far as she or the reader knows. She has several different wants and needs and changes throughout the story. Bella's only twist is when she might want Jacob. Basically, Hunger Games is so much better than Twilight,

Something Interesting

Just as every journal I've ever attempted to write, I'm not very good at keeping up with this blog. My original goal was to write a post every day. My original goal for my journal was also to write every day and I ended up writing a fictional book instead. Maybe I'm just not good at writing about myself directly. I can't share too much about my life on this blog because it will give away what's going to happen in my book. Other things are too personal to share online. So what to write about? Something interesting of course, but what's interesting? The sharable topics involved in my life are basketball, writing, basketball, friends, basketball, school, basketball, and the lockout. Basketball is a huge part of my life. I play as much as I can. I played almost every day for a month straight and that's probably why I deserve the ankle injury I received about eight weeks ago. The doctor says I was lucky it wasn't broken. A break might be more painful but who cares about pain? If it were broken it would've been put in a cast. I would be on crutches for three, maybe four weeks and then I would be right back in it. It's been eight weeks and I still can't play full out? Tearing ligaments is definitely worse than breaking a bone. My ankle is so weak. I can't jump off it or land on it. I can run with small steps but only in a straight line. I feel very uncoordinated. What's worse is that I'm limited. Taking risks is something I love about basketball. It's almost like I can't feel pain when I'm playing. I'll take an occasional charge from guys a lot bigger than me. I don't mind being on the ground if I get the block or the shot. I love diving for the ball. I can't cut very well. I'll start running and turn instinctively. My ankle will start hurting and while I usually wouldn't care, I know I have to pay attention to that kind of pain. I'll have to stop in my path and I'll miss passes. If I'm dribbling, I can't cross over very well at all. I can't step to the side so I would have to turn my body, making one of my hands unusable. I shouldn't be playing at all but I was going crazy. I can't just not play. Basketball makes life seem real. It connects me to new people and helps me to understand who they are. It's more than just a good work out. Basketball teaches you to push yourself to new limits. It's all about dreams and goals. It's just as cultural and important as tribal dances, and other traditions we've had in the past. It is universal movement and ideas. It is a chance for anyone to prove themselves. The feeling when the ball swishes through the net, especially when it's over a 6'2" guy is unlike any other. Basketball is a chance to overcome disadvantages and find your own greatness. It helps me study and analyze myself. There is always more to learn and more to improve, much like life. Basketball can be a metaphor for any principal in life. You name it, I can relate it to basketball. It's not just a game. It's like eating fresh raspberries. It's pure life without any preservatives. I don't understand those who say they hate it. It's hard for me to understand those who say they just aren't good at it or they hate it because it's not their thing. I can't play the flute to save my life but I wouldn't say I hate it or refuse to ever try it out. Why should I limit any part of life by saying that I hate it? I would learn and love anything that anyone has ever been passionate about if I had enough time. The only limits in my life are moral ones and morals are what create freedom so really they are not limits as most people would see them. I am free from hatred and full of passion. Now that I've gotten completely off topic I'd better end this post.  

Bloggers Block

Seriously? Writers block while writing a blog? I hardly ever have writers block. Tell me to write a book and I can do it. Tell me to write a blog and you'll end up reading about how I can't write a blog. Maybe I just need more rest from the writing world. Editing is becoming a long and brain numbing process. I love my book, but reading it over an over again is not exactly exciting, after all, I know what's going to happen. I still enjoy some parts because they're written after real life events. It gives me the chance to relive the good moments. Unfortunately the bad moments go with it. I have to relive many embarasing, and difficult moments as well. I never knew how difficult it would be to write about real circumstances, especially ones I wish I could erase. It will be worth it in the end if it helps the book succeed. I'm not exactly like my main character, though we do have a lot in common. Maybe I will write the next post from her point of view. She's definitely exciting and would never have writers block. I guess I will have to cut this entry short and continue when my mind is clear. Thanks to all my followers, even though at the moment there are only two. Thanks to all future followers. I appreciate the support.

Young Adult

Hello blogging world!
I finally set up a blog and of course I can't think of anything to write. This is when the rule, just start writing, comes in handy. I'm new at this whole publishing a book thing. In fact, I'm new to a lot of things. I've been out of high school for around a year and a half but it seems like I should still be there. I'm discovering new things about aduthood everyday. So far, I've discovered that the so called adulthood we are told about in our youth, doesn't exist. It is different for every person. Adulthood does not mean taking on responsiblities, after all, those who are living on the streets are adults. Adulthood is nothing but a legal term, providing a new rulebook for life. I have an idea of what kind of life I would like to live. It is a vague idea full of opportunities to fail. I rely on my guidlines to survive each day. I know that money is not half as important to me as the chance to help other people. Many writers only want their ideas to be heard. I want my novel to be successful for this reason. The more people that read it, the better chance I have at being heard. I don't expect everyone out there to agree with the opinions in my book. There are a lot of important ideas and opinions that are part of our culture that I might not agree with but are worth studying. No opinion can be properly formed without opposition and careful research, otherwise it is just an assumption. I have a lot of opinions worth studying in the novel I hope to publish soon. The working title, "Westbrook", is the first of a series and includes a little bit of everything in it. There is adventure, comedy, philosophy, and romance. It can be whatever the reader makes it. This blog is the story of an author attempting to publish a book, but it is also the story of a young adult, figuring out how to accomplish a long standing dream. I don't know what the end of this story is going to be like. I hope that someday I will look back on this post and think about how inexperienced I was. I hope I will look back as a successful author of a well known book. I hope I will remember how nervous and excited I was when I wrote this post. Now, I'm off to do much more than hope. I know what I want and I am going after it. Wish me luck.