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2007 vs. 2017: Christmas

Going Solo

I have always loved reading. My favorite Christmas gift as a child was Wild Magic and Alanna: The First Adventure by Tamora Pierce. I was probably in 7th or 8th grade. Two extremely hard years for me.

My best friend Claire got me hooked on Tamora Pierce, my heroine I would say (in more ways than one). [Looking back I definitely had a crush on her, Daine!, not Claire, ew gross she's my best friend]  

 Veralidaine Sarrasri

 Damn. Even her name sounds hot. The way it rolls off the tongue. Ver*il*dane Sar*as*ree (I'm so gay).Anyway

 I fell in love with her the way one loses a loved one, all at once, and then, again and again, every day. She was everything I ever wanted to be. And everything I wasn't.

 Fearless and strong. Nothing holding her back. She was a girl who once lost everything and through the power of the friends that became family, she gained everything she once lost and more. She has a wild mane of curly hair and soft sensual lips. She is so hot.  

 Back to the point of the story. Christmas morning. It was the Christmases of all Christmases. Probably December 2007.  

 The tree was huge, the boughs dripping with icicles and berries of glass. It was set up in what I lovingly referred to as The White Room (more symbolism on that later). The White Room was the formal living room in my house, overlooking the street and all below it, it was (in my eyes) the epitome of class. A thick plush white carpet you could fall asleep in and couches softer than clouds. Candles sat delicately placed in a gorgeous (but non-functional) fireplace. The mantle hung heavy with stockings dripping to the floor. A gorgeous grand piano sat in the corner. Completing this perfect Christmas tablue was the all brick wall, that pop of natural red tide the whole room together.  

 I had recently become obsessed with Tamora Pierce. Ripping through each novel the way a fat kid eats all their Halloween candy before it's even November. Every day I would return to school and run up to Claire begging her to bring me the next one in the series the next day. I couldn't get enough. I had to get more.

 My poor mother, struggling so hard to keep up with whatever novel I had lost my head in, walking into Borders, already tired from a busy day of Christmas shopping. Walking toward the young adult section, numb from the dizzying array of color. A friendly store clerk walks up [definitely not the guy with spikey black hair and red contact lenses that looked like flames, the guy who scared me so badly at 12 that I couldn't walk up to the customer service counter to ask my question, and with fear in my eyes asked my dad to ask my question for me instead] this nice clerk might ask my mom what's she's looking for and my mom responds tensely "Tamora Pierce something…." and walks away with the first book in both the Alanna series AND the Daine series!

 I had books waiting for me under the Christmas tree!! I was so stoked!! That morning, stuffed to the brim with cinnamon rolls and quiche I sat curled in that couch-cloud and read as the rain dripped down the bay window. My dad seated on the couch across from me also decked out in his matching Christmas pajamas reading whatever new book he also got for Christmas.

Going Live

In 2017 I spent Christmas with the love of my life. A stunning vision of red, white, and blue. My Fourth of July Girl, my summer-baby, my love.  

Somehow, without my knowledge, my family banned together and I had stockings dripping to the floor and books waiting for me under the Christmas tree. The Christmas Magic never left, I just had to find it again.

Going Mainstream 

Um...I don’t have an answer for you about that yet...

But I have a fiance who thinks that I’m the cat’s meow. Hotter than Daine, she’d say. [Somehow I still don’t believe her (but I think I will someday soon)]

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LETS TALK ABOUT SNAPE

OKAY, SO HERE IT GOES, I DONT LIKE HIM. I JUST DONT. LIKE I AGREE WITH SOME OPINIONS ABOUT HOW HE IS A GREAT CHARACTER. BUT HE WAS A BAD PERSON. I ACCEPT THE FACT THAT HE COULD MAKE A PATRONUS, GOOD FOR HIM. BUT THAT DOESNT MEAN HE WAS A GOOD PERSON. HE WAS STILL A DEATH EATER. I DONT CARE IF DUMBLEDORE LIKED HIM. LIKE HE ALSO FORGOT TO TELL HARRY HE WAS A FUCKING HORCRUX. I DON’T THINK WE SHOULD TRUST HIM SO MUCH. AND HE WAS JUST ALLOWED TO TREAT PEOPLE LIKE SHIT?!?!?!!!! I MEAN POOR NEVILLE, HIS FREAKING BOGGART WAS SNAPE, AND HE WAS 13…!? HE WAS SELFISH. LIKE THE ONLY REASON HE BECAME “GOOD” WAS BECAUSE OF LILY NOT BECAUSE VOLDIE REALLY WAS AN ASSHOLE AND WAS A BIT, WELL, A LOT MESSED UP. AND HE DIDN’T GIVE A CRAP IF JAMES A HARRY DIED AS LONG AS SHE LIVED. LIKE, SORRY SNIVELLUS EVEN WITH THEM GONE YOU DONT GET TO KEEP HER. ONLY VOLDIE LIKED YOU AND NOT EVEN THAT MUCH BECAUSE HE KILLED YOU ANYWAY AND DIDN’T FEEL BAD ABOUT IT. 

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okay, okay, hear me out:

what if the boy who lived was the girl who lived? scruffy tomboy harriet “call me Harry” potter, getting extra rubbish from the Dursleys both from being a girl and being the wrong kind of girl

and absolutely nothing in the entire 7-book series changes except for pronouns. because girls can be brave and imperfect and angry and sulky and loud just like boys can.

(except a girl harry would room with Hermione Granger and the Patil twins instead of Ron and Sean, but that’s literally the only thing I can think of that might change)

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Just finished reading Eliza and her monsters and holy fucking shit! So fucking gooooooooood! I just can’t get over all the feelings Eliza mentions and just all the feelings the story made me feel. READ IT IF YOU HAVEN’T YET!

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2018 is the year we stop attacking people in the fandom who have different opinions than us because we understand that everyone is entitled to their own views even if you don’t agree with them. pass it on.

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“A story told today can be treasured by a heart that starts beating a hundred years from now.” - A.J. Sky✨

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An entire universe, hidden between the pages of a book 💫

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3 Ways to Make Your Dialogue More Interesting

Conflict, conflict, conflict!

(This post is a follow-up to my earlier post How to Improve Your Dialogue, which gave the first of the three tips listed here. This post goes deeper into the topic and gives two more tips about adding conflict to your dialogue.)

One of the biggest problems I see in fiction writers’ dialogue is a lack of conflict.

(Come to think of it, one of the biggest problems I see in general is a lack of conflict, but that’s another blog post.)

Good dialogue, like a good story, should be rich with conflict. There are exceptions – most notably in a story’s ending or in brief, interspersed moments when you want to slow down the pace. But as a general guideline, dialogue without conflict gets boring very quickly. Here’s a classic example:

“Hi,” Lisa said. “Hey,” José said. “How are you?” “Fine. You?” “Doing all right.” Lisa handed José a turkey sandwich. “Would you like a sandwich? I made two.” “Sure, thanks.”

Okay, that’s enough. I won’t continue to torture you. Not only is there no conflict between the two characters who are speaking, but there’s no conflict anywhere to be seen.

The bad news is that if you write something like this you will bore your reader to tears.

The good news is that there are lots of ways to add conflict to dialogue and once you know how to do it you can make just about any scene pop with tension.

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ways i have tricked people into thinking i am competent:

bought a really nice looking fountain pen

that sounds like a joke but fountain pens are cheap as shit and when you use one people look at you like you’re a fucking wizard

this hero 901 cost me $3 on ebay and i don’t know why people assume that this is a pen for intelligent people but they do

it works better when i am using a nice notebook and not the avengers notebook that makes it look like the hulk is grabbing my sweet pen

i write in code which for some reason leads everyone to assume that i am some kind of da vinci motherfucker, instead of the reality, which is that i am writing about dicks and don’t want anyone to know

it looks like i am constantly taking notes on everything which is both intimidating and inaccurate, just the way i like it

i bought a usb clicker/laser pointer for $11 and now it seems like i’ve got this shit on lock, like i am so pro at giving presentations i even own accessories

holding a clicker makes you seem at least 10% more like you know what you’re talking about i’m pretty sure

i check the weekly freebies on creativemarket every monday so now i have a huge folder of pro-looking website themes and powerpoint templates and fill-in-the-blank resumes (also a lot of autumnal clipart and watercolor flowers and script fonts but that is less relevant)

i bought a ceramic coffee mug at world market years ago and it makes me look like a productive coffee-drinker because no one knows it’s full of hot cocoa

i don’t know why drinking coffee makes you look busy it just does even though i’m pretty sure it statistically reduces productivity

bonus: not only does no one know i’m just drinking Depression Chocolate but they think i am being Environmentally Conscious rather than Poor As Shit

extra bonus: i can take a sip whenever it looks like someone is going to ask a question and then they ask someone else

i almost never have to answer questions and i leave the room a lot because i have to pee constantly so double extra bonus

“That’s a very good question, and one that deserves an in-depth answer, so if you’d like to leave me your card I’d be happy to discuss it with you later one-on-one” aka “how DARE you suggest i waste everyone’s time answering this question right now” aka “lmfao i have no fucking clue what you just said please let me secretly google that okay”

bonus: now it seems like you are a sophisticated grownup who assumes everyone has A Card and if they have to settle for writing their email on a scrap of paper you can feel smug about it even though in your heart you know that you are no better

i’ve got anxiety and poor impulse control and anxiety about my poor impulse control so i generally say jack shit about shit and this constant silence is often misinterpreted as aloof observation

no one knows that my air of mystery is actually a bad case of the shy and i am too shy to correct them so it works out

when i’m on my laptop and i don’t want anyone to notice how much i’m dicking around i turn the brightness way down so they can’t snoop without being obvious

at least one window of notepad++ with some random html page or css stylesheet in it makes randos assume you are some kind of genius doing some genius shit, unless they are CS major randos, in which case i guess find an intimidating looking excel spreadsheet and hope for the best

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please, keep writing. keep drawing. keep painting. please keep making your art no matter how many may try to push you down. the world does not have nearly enough artists. 

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No but I have so many fan art ideas and zero artistic talent do you see where I’m coming from

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My favorite thing about the interwebs is the fact that it’s an endless cavern. I can scream into the void forever and the only person screaming back is me. 

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This book is terrifying!!

This was all he wanted now. Some sign that the immense world would accept him and give him the long time he needed to think all the things that must be thought. A glass of milk, an apple, a pear. [pp. 184]

That pear line is my favourite, but the most quotable is still: ‘Go ahead now, you second-hand litterateur, pull the trigger.’

- bunyip

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Hello there!!

Currently looking for new books to read and writing blogs to follow, so if ya gotta few let a girl know. Thankssss!!!

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Midnights by Rainbow Rowell

Mags met Noel at a New Years party three years ago and they quickly became best friends. Mags fell in love with Noel but hasn’t said anything. Noel comes home from college for New Years. At the party, they kiss at midnight and confess their feelings.

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10 goals in 10 years

Thanks @daisyblu for tagging me.

Rules: List 10 goals you have for the next 10 years, write it down or save it somewhere you can find it again, then tag 10 people.

1. Get my PhD. degree.

2. Wirite an original thesis.

3. Read all Immanuel Kant’s work.

4. Be fluenty in English and German.

5. Travell to another Country.

6. Keep journaling.

7. Get married with my boyfriend.

8. Teach at a University.

9. Learn Physics.

10. Have my own house.

Tagging @studydiaryofamedstudent @studiesphere @studypetals @studyinginstyle @studyingmood @studiesstudy @ambitiousandcaffeinated @andystudying @bookmrk @bulletjournalescapades