Showing posts with label Creative Writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Creative Writing. Show all posts
To all the books I've loved before, thank you. Thank you for the thousands of evenings I spent page-turning, till my eyes were drooping from the lack of sleep. You gave me story after story; the chance to meet many different characters over the course of 300+ pages. Each chapter holding new promise, new beginnings. From the stories that hooked me from the very first page to the slow burners that burned my curiosity, I've never been more grateful. Always something to gain, always something to appreciate.
Thank you for introducing me to the world beyond my own point of view. You opened my eyes to the world around me and gave me an appreciation for the milestones yet to come. That insight into someone else's life helped prepare me for the friends and people I had yet to meet. Their lives, their ambitions so different from my own, yet our core beliefs so similar. Meeting characters from all walks of life and diving deep into their lives from their perspective. Priceless.
You introduced me to a community of fiction lovers, who I could share sequel theories with and fangirl with. You helped me develop my own creativity. The ten-year-old me swore creative writing was something I'd never do, traumatised from school activities clearly. And yet the words on a page inspired me to pick up pen and paper, and write with passion. To draw fragments of imagination and bring them to life through words.
To all the books I've loved before - I'm forever indebted to you. I can't recall how many evenings I've spent reading your pages or reminiscing over characters I've long said goodbye to. As the years pass by, it's time for me to finally let you go. I'm sad to see you go - to intentionally box you up with no return to your home, my shelves. But to keep you from the hands of someone who'll appreciate you more is cruel. Why let the dust cover your spine, when I know someone else is dying to read your words? I know the next person who chooses you will get exactly what they need. A home away from home. A companion in their dark days. An escape from reality.
This is my Ode to you.
In celebration of the anniversary of High School Musical, here is a little tribute to the story that made our childhoods epic!
Oh you look like you're new here. Let me fill you in on the details ... I was once the new kid on the block, and trust me when I say this, you're lucky to have me on your side kiddo. You see East High isn't like other schools. Now you may be thinking I'm crazy here, but seriously, this school is run on a tight-ship. We have a status quo, one that can not be messed with. Unless you want to deal with queen-bee Sharpay Evans that is. She may look innocent from far, but she's as feisty and fierce as you come.
Follow these golden rules and your time at East High shall be a breeze!
Speechless is how you left me. One hundred and sixty-eight hours later and I'm still struggling to find words to explain, to comfort, to process. My mind won't let me believe you no longer exist in the same universe; that we no longer breathe the same air.
They call us millennials. Lazy with technology at our fingertips they say. No clue about the meaning of life; wasting our time away. The lost generation absorbed in our mobiles and trending memes. We don't know how good we have it. And that's what it may seem on the outside, but we are so much more than that.
We're the underdogs on a mission.
London has always been sort of an enigma to me. Several months ago, all I knew of this city was its residential cul-de-sacs and suburban roads, leading to family and family friend's houses. Through visiting over the years, I had been so close to the centre - the pulsing heart of the country, - but yet had bypassed its core. That was until January when I packed up my bags and left for the big city.
Since then, I've been thoroughly inducted as a Londoner. Long gone are the fresh doe eyes as I awoke every morning to take the tube to central, surrounded by natives who could barely notice my excitement through their sleepy daydreams. Instead of pausing to gaze in awe on my journey to work, I now briskly rush down its street and into the dark tunnels of the underground tube system. I zoom past other faces of people I've never known before in solidarity, as we all focus on our own destinations. But there are many times, I still find myself deeply fascinated. I pause midway and begin to admire the beauty of this city. On the surface I may be a Londoner, but my heart beats as a tourist, seeing this city for the first time all over again.
It's that time of year. November is coming, and NaNoWriMo is upon us. After taking part in NaNoWriMo last year, I learnt a lot from the experience and decided to offer some advice to the newcomers taking on the task this year. Writing is such an intricate task, and everyone's writing process differs significantly. There's no set way of writing a novel. Some prefer to create outlines of everything they've ever written. Others prefer to write the whole story in chronological order. And the rest? Well, we tend to write the whole thing out of order and pray to God is comes together - sooner rather than later!
I truly encourage every single one of you to take part in this - weather you write 50,000 words or even 5000. There's a real spirit and dedication that comes from taking part in this event, and it's so worth the pain and tears. I encourage you to make this time your own, and use it to your advantage. So my fellow writers, without further ado, here a few ways you can prepare for this year's NaNoWriMo!
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