Writer’s Digest

I promise I won’t complain this time.

I need your help. I’ve been reading Writer’s Digest. Through it, I learned that I should probably add a few more characters. So, I’m throwing my main character into a larger, more chaotic household. I need to choose a name for her deadbeat older brother who lives in the basement and gets a lot of grief from his parents about going to college. I have it narrowed down to three (all the names have to do with the night sky). Please help me decide by voting. 

I also learned about the Nonet, which is a newer poetic form in which the first line has nine syllables, the second line has eight syllables, the third line has seven syllables, and so on. I spent my evening holed up in my room, fiddling with words to make my own Nonets. I made quite a few–some of them better than others. I will not put all of them here, though, since I may use them in my creative writing course next year.

HOME

Her home is of sticks, of stone, of bricks,

of bone, of love, of fire, of dark.

It is of pages, of words,

Of cloud, of birds. And each

Night when she closes

Her eyes on the

Cold cement,

She  sees

Home.

 

PASSION

Passion burns inside, melting my lips.

It pumps through my heart and blood

In a beat of scarlet red.

Then it stops dead. The world

Watches in silence

And fades to black.

When he leaves

I feel

Cold.

 

THE BEGINNING

This is the beginning of all things.

The birth of light and life before

Darkness and death. Where He makes

The earth out of nothing

And man out of dirt.

Where He sees all

And says that

It is

Good.

 

Give it a go! They’re pretty fun. I usually refrain from writing poetry, but syllable-oriented poems aren’t half-bad.

And cue the maniacal laughter…

Gigi has swung the ball back in my court.  Here are 15 statements that create her personality.

1. Gigi spends most of her time studying for school. In her free time, she typically peruses the internet or texts me.
2. Gigi stubbornly refuses to get a Pinterest. YOU WON’T LAST FOREVER, GIGI.
3. Gigi, Justine, and I went to a zoo last summer. That is where I found out just how serious Regina’s fear of butterflies was.
   

   This is a butterfly from said venture to the zoo.

    

4. Gigi played the clarinet.
5. Several days ago, I introduced her to her first peep.
6. She likes anime.
7. She judges you silently.
8. She lives off Taco Bell, McDonald’s, her mother’s asian food, seaweed, and Fererro Rochers.
9. She introduced me to Mochi.
10. Her dream is to be able to assess the value of one’s life. (Yes. I said “one’s”.)
11. She literally explores every possible word in Scrabble, even if it sounds like absolute gibberish.
12. She has absolutely nothing on her white bedroom walls. AND SHE HAS MORE SPACE THAN I DO.
13. She frequently takes online quizzes for herself and her friends.
14. She sucks at video games.
15. She really likes reading Jane Austen and Meg Cabot. And she went through the “Twilight Phase” once. Yes, I remember…

My Lovely Friend Gigi

I have a friend who asked me to make a post about her.

She’s going to regret that.

To get a good gist of her character, let us venture back into our middle school years. Oh, what dismal, bleak times those were. I met Gigi because she was a friend of my friend. We were mere acquaintances, really. And yet, she had the nerve to peruse my folders and agendas at her own free will. I barely knew the girl!

Fast foreword just a bit more to high school– freshman year. We had several classes together, and through these classes, I learned that she could not knock on a door normally.

This is for your enjoyment, Gigi: How To Knock On a Door

I also learned that she has an obsession with k-pop. An obsession which, sadly, has come to infect me, also. Apparently, it’s contagious.

Now, near the end of our high school life, we are pinned together in our French class, struggling to survive the social rigors. (maybe I dramatized that a bit. It’s not so bad, really, but we do have some very–interesting–classmates.)

It’s tempting to post a picture of her up here because I have several that I believe represent her well. *evil laugh* But, alas, I will respect her right to privacy. You’re welcome, Gigi.

I just realized that I know very few embarrassing facts about her… and she knows many about me.

Great.

I think I’ll just leave it there for today. Now you know a bit of Gigi’s background and will better understand her in my later posts. (many of which will likely involve her)

Sands of Time

Sand slips through the narrow neck of glass, urged by laws of gravity and time to meet its fellows at the bottom. Ancient plates of wood attached to the ends of the glass prevent sand’s escape.

How would it feel to be forever trapped in glass? To be forever falling, forever flipping, forever following? To be without water, without rest, without life?

The hourglass sand is trapped in time–bound to the present. It is unable to reflect on the past; it is unable to look to the future.

A desert contained; ever-growing, ever-shrinking. Windless, but never still. Shadowless, but always flown at.

Until time stops.

This would have been much better if it were a poem, but, alas, I cannot write poetry beyond the maturity of rhyming ‘cat’ with ‘rat’.