The Writer's Desk

Where Do Your Ideas Fall?

2012-05-04T16:38:00.001-07:00

Where do your ideas fall?
Do they spill onto a page,
Unorganized and un-arranged,
And splatter like water against the ground?
Do they drip from your mouth,
And float all around,
Falling into space?
Do you lock away your ideas,
Way up in your head,
Never letting the escape once again?
Where do your ideas fall?
Do they fall on inattentive ears,
Or are there those begging to hear,
Those hidden,
Brilliant,
Insightful ideas?
Where do your ideas fall?
Do they fall onto pages never looked at again?
Or do they fall into plots,
Plots that go twisting and bend?
Do they fall like raindrops,
Ever-moving, overflowing,
From a cloud of inspiration?
Are your ideas like brilliant lightbulbs,
That continually blink on and off?
When your ideas begin,
To take up all the space up there,
Do you let them stay?
Or when your have those magnificent ideas,
Do they simply....
Drift away?
Where do your ideas fall?

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As always, thanks for reading you guys!
Your ideas can always fall into the....
COMMENTS!
hahahaha :)

73 Things

2012-04-29T17:39:00.001-07:00

I have 73 days of summer break this year.
That's 73 chances to do something new.
73 chances to find myself in the warm, humid winds of June and July.
73 new goals.
73 new moments to look forward to.
So, why not go ahead and set those 73 goals?

1. Find a new story to write. (and finish)
2. Experiment with oil paints
3. Build up to 7 miles a day
4. Read a bunch of new books
5. Go swimming one day
6. Tie-Dye some T-shirts
7. Fill up a sketchbook
8. Have a camp fire
9. Go exploring
10. Practice guitar
11. Learn cello.
12. Learn more classical piano music.
13. Paint people in acrylic.
14. Photography
15. Watch for dolphins.
16. Drink some coffee.
17. Go biking.
18. Have a cook-out with the neighbors
19. Make homemade pretzels.
20. Make breakfast for my family one day.
21. Jump on the trampoline
22. Make home-made pizzas with my friends.
23. Play some basketball.
24. Papier mache
25. Listen to some great music
26. Try and paint a picture using only the primary colors.
27. Sidewalk Chalk
28. Write poetry
29. Throw a party
30. See some fireworks.
31. Count the stars one night.
32. Watch a really, really good movie. Over and over.
33. Wash the car (a few times, maybe (: )
34. Watch the sunrise.
35. Visit the ocean.
36. Order pizza.
37. Decorate a really pretty cake.
38. Eat the really pretty cake.
39. Go to the park.
40. Go camping in the backyard.
41. Meet new neighbors.
42. Meet some cows.
43. Feed a few chickens.
44. Go on a walk.............barefoot.
45. Blast the radio.
46. Visit a foreign country.
47. Write a handwritten letter to someone I know.
48. Make s'mores.
49. Go to Yogurt Mountain.
50. Dance in the rain.
51. Make bracelets.
52. Write on my blog.
53. Go on a long drive to absolutely nowhere.
54. Cut the grass.
55. Make my sister a birthday cake.
56. Make my mother a birthday cake.
57. Forget about school for a while.
58. Try to run every day.
59. Draw the kitchen sink.
60. Decide an AP Art concentration area.
61. Buy the Hunger Games. (yes, I am a fan. And yes, I read all three books. Multiple times.)
62. Sit out late one night just listening to music.
63. Go to a museum.
64. Ride a boat.
65. Get a passport.
66. Get my license.
67. Make rice crispy treats.
68. Finish some old paintings.
69. Go see a movie.
70. Listen to live music.
71. Spend a day helping someone else.
72. Visit a lake.
73. Complete a puzzle.
So yeah.
Summer should be fun this year :)

The Door

2012-04-27T14:12:00.004-07:00

It's been awhile, hasn't it? But then again, when have my posts ever been anywhere near close together? :)
Thought I'd start back up with a poem...

The Door is unlocked.
It's ready; it's waiting.
It's aged brass doorknob is still, silent, waiting.
Waiting for you to take a hold of it,
Fling open the gold-rimmed Door,
Step into the unknown.
Leap out before you even think about turning back.
Leap out before doubts begin to find you.
Leap out and face everything you don't want to face.

It's shadowed in there.
All the Doors are closed.
Unlocked, but closed.
Closed until somehow
Someday
Somebody
Takes a hold of them,
Takes a chance,
Takes a risk,
Takes a moment to imagine.
Imagine, would you,
What secrets are waiting out there?
What discoveries are expecting you,
To find them unexpected?

Some Doors are shining round the edges.
The Light just can't wait to,
Reach for you.
Let Light become your reality.
The Ultimate Reality.
Let boldness take you by the hand...
Sweep you away from everything.
Sweep you away from time's grasp.
From doubt's trap.
Sweep you from the world of disbelief.
Reach for the Door.
Let the Light eclipse you,
Let it be the Light that sweeps you away.

The Door is unlocked.
It's ready, it's waiting.
What lies behind it?
All you have to do is open it
And never look back.
Go ahead,
Leap.

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Gotta love first drafts :)
Sometimes, I find my best inspiration just sitting here alone and staring at the computer screen.
And then other days.....I hate computer screens, but that's a different story for a different day.
So, yeah... I'll try to post some more from now on!

Thanks for reading!
-The Writer

Society is, but what are we...?

2012-01-30T18:37:00.000-08:00

Society may have its own set of rules. What to do, what to say, what to wear, who to hang out with, how to act, what to look like, who to compare yourself to. Society may tell us everything we are is wrong. Society may say we are not perfect.
Guess what? We're not.
No one is perfect. Not a single person.
We were made with imperfections for a reason. God didn't make perfect people, He made flawed people, to show us the only perfect person who ever was is Jesus.
We make mistakes.
We learn from our mistakes.
We fall apart.
God pulls us together again.
I am one of a kind.
I was designed to be only one thing. One genuine, uniquely imperfect thing. I am Me. I was made to be Me, and changing Me is unthinkable, impossible. If God designed Me, then why should I try to change that?
We are perfectly imperfect.
Society is, but we are not.

The End

2011-10-07T15:59:00.000-07:00

.....and they lived happily, ever after....

Too bad it isn't NEARLY as simple as that. If I could write those few words, my life would be so much easier. But I guess that's the point. That ending is an easy ending, a simple ending. What I'm looking for is something a little more exciting...
Why is it that endings are so much more difficult than beginnings, than middles, than ideas? I've been working on the ending of my almost three year project for over six months now....isn't that crazy? It so hard to tie up every string, to fix every plot, to heal everything broken within the novel....but then again, maybe sometimes its more interesting to leave some things unsaid.
Sometimes its hard to end something because you don't want to let it go. Like with people. It's so hard to let someone go, especially if their are things unsaid. Sometimes, when something ends, its hard to imagine something ever beginning again.
In books, the end is what I look forward to when reading. I want to know what happens to my favorite character, I want to know if the good guys prevail and the villains fail...but when writing, its a different story...(ha ha, no pun intended)
While I struggle and toil behind my desk, working on the perfect ending to my little trilogy, I hope I can accomplish everything and leave just enough unsaid to make anyone who reads it angry with me....because that's always fun :)

.....and I didn't look back. Because this was my home now, because this was where I belonged....

A Melody...

2011-03-17T09:12:00.000-07:00

What is it about music that is so striking? How does it have the power to make us cry or laugh, to dance and sing? A simple song can take us back in time to when we first heard it, who we were with, what we were doing....And how? What is it about songs like Don't Stop Believing that makes everyone want to get up dance? What is it, that when your on a bus full of friends, that makes you want to scream along to Break Even or LoveSong? Music, in my opinion, is right up there on the list of Awesome Stuff, including chocolate and summertime :)
So, naturally of course, for my quotes, I think I'll put down some song lyrics....
"All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you," -Taylor Swift
"Head under water and they tell, To breathe easy for I while, The breathing gets harder, Even I know That." -Sara Bareilles
"Wake up on your own
And look around you cause you’re not alone
Release your high hopes and they’ll survive
Cause this is the future and you are alive." -Owl City
And many many other wonderful songs :)

Brain Video Recorder? how handy....

2011-03-14T10:37:00.000-07:00

My eyes flutter open each morning, and I get that feeling that I've just woken from a very exciting dream...or sad, or at the very least interesting....and they are always brilliant ideas that I dream up...and lo and behold-ten minutes later most of the dream has simply slipped my memory and there's no way to get it back.
Don't you hate that? Sometimes, your dreams could very well be the perfect movie! (give or take a few strange scenes where maybe a person starts speaking another language or something :P) Yet, no matter what, there's no way to transfer that dream onto paper, or replicate it...
It's the same when you've got a million bajillion thoughts jumbled up in your head and you can't seem to sort them. It's like your brain is a library with no catalogue system, and you can't ever seem to find anything once it's put in there! It drives me crazy....
Which is why I am officially going to invent a Video Recorder for my brain....:)

In the Eye of the Beholder

2011-03-07T13:20:00.000-08:00

Sometimes it's in the way I strike a chord on the ebony or ivory keys, maybe it's the sound they make. Sometimes it's a color, or some small insignificant moment that brands itself in my mind as something that is indeed important. It can be the way the breeze sweeps through my hair and leaves one loose strand at my cheek, it can be the smell of a summer afternoon. Sometimes, it's the way the rain streaks down my face, or soaks into my jacket. Sometimes, it's the lyrics in a song, sometimes even, a simple note that strikes me as familiar or beautiful...Sometimes, perhaps, it is a photo, or even a mere word I come across when I am reading my favorite novel. Sometimes, it's the way I sit, or stand, that reminds me....or helps me remember something that hasn't happened.
It's that moment in which you feel a burst of creativity. As silly as it may sound, I can sometimes think of an entire idea from the way the sunlight hits a single shard of glass lying in the road. For some, it inspires a song, or a painting. For others, a story or a poem. Sometimes, its only a second, like a stabbing memory coming as I touch the keys of my piano. It swipes forward, and disappears, and all that is left is that feeling of reminiscence. If you don't grab it and write it down, it's gone forever. But it's that feeling of creativity that drives some of us.
It often frustrates me when it comes and goes so quickly that I don't have time to piece the emotion to an idea, or even a memory. Sometimes, they are so sad I want to burst into tears, sometimes so happy I can't smile big enough. But it's these moments that bring together all that is beautiful in the world. Sometimes, things strike you in such a way that it can't be forgotten. Others, slip away, pretending to be something unimportant; but it's in the end, when those small, dancing memories that are so hard to remember, become the most desired.
Perhaps one of my favorite quotes in the whole world would be what follows: "Creativity is not the finding of a thing, but the making something out of it after it is found." -James Russell Lowell
Farewell, my readers, if you are there...
"'Cause I'm so afraid, is that the light at the far end of the tunnel, or just the train?" -Owl City, Tidal Wave (not that it relates to my post this time; just because :))

Time...what we expect? Or will expect?

2011-03-03T14:29:00.000-08:00

If you think about it....if we ever build a time machine and go back in time, we're not really changing the past. If you think of time as continous, not chronological, then the future is already there, laid out, and we are still part of the past. Therefore, in the "future," we go back in time and change something. So whatever we "changed" already changed since time is continuous and the future is already occuring. In reality, you cannot "change the future." :) Think about it for a while and....never mind, it won't become clearer. It'll just make you think harder.
Time is a tricky thing. Has the future already become the past for someone else? Everything has already been laid out for us, so technically, there is no such thing as the future. There is only the present. And who is to say, that there is no time at all but the present overlapping the present of centuries ago? Who's to say right now, in a parallel universe, we are not fighting the Revolutionary War, or sailing across the ocean blue in 1492? Who's to say we are merely the past when the future is actually the present? Confusing? Indeed. Controversial? Indeed. Beyond insanely over the top hilarious? You betcha.
So, in order for us to really understand time, we need not clocks, not years, not weeks, nor minutes, heck, we don't even need seconds! For as you are saying in your head right now, this is the present, it has already become a thing of the past less than ten seconds ago, less than five seconds, less than one! So, are you ever really in the present?
Yet it all depends on how you see the so-called "present" "future" and "past". To you, is it a mere matter of nano seconds, or do you look at in the grand scheme of things such as....1750 is the past, 2035 is he future, and 2011 is the present? Whichever you decide, there's no two people who will believe the exact same definition for time.
Speaking of which, I'm running out of time and I best be off. But remember, if you ever run across a time machine, I would most definitely consider this article. Have you already been back in time in the future, or will you ultimately change the world as we know it? Your choice! (no pressure!) Until next time! (or have I already written again in the..."future"?)
Farewell!
"Tick tock, try to stop the forward motion, All heads tend to fall behind, Wasted whether of the wish cut steeper, Always running out of time...."--Motion City Soundtrack
"'Tis a glorious thing to be confused...."

Christmas Break

2010-12-17T08:51:00.000-08:00

Tick tock tick tock. The clock ticks with relentless slowness, the second hand inching closer to the twelve; it is only a matter of moments. Tick tock. With an electrifying noise, the bell rings, breaking the silence of the cold, tense classroom. Children pop out of their seats, sending papers flying across the room, wishings of 'Merry Christmas' and 'Happy Holidays' filling the air. Exams...complete. School...half way through. Christmas Break...at last.
I said far too many goodbyes today, especially to those who are not coming back for the second semester. It wasn't the final sense of goodbye like summer, but to many, it was just as rough. But as for the rest of our school, happiness was a bubbling, overflowing excitement greeted with cheers and smiles.
With the end of school comes a sense of peace. No studying, no homework (for most of us!), and no school. Freedom to do whatever we want with the next few weeks.
And also, that insanely exciting, jubilant, ecstatic anticipation of the greatest holiday of them all: Christmas! A day of joy and singing, Christmas cheer, and love...especially to the One who matters most. A celebration of His birth, and our peace.
Merry Christmas!

Dear Readers:

2010-12-07T14:47:00.001-08:00

As the only post on the page, I have decided to begin it with a greeting: HELLO!
and secondly.... I'd like to write a poem :)

SILENCE
Do you ever feel like the silence is so loud,
You can hear it?
Is the sun ever too bright,
So that you can't even see it?
Do the stars seem so far away,
That you could never reach them?
Does the moon glow behind the clouds,
Or can you even see him?
If you happen across a melody too sweet,
Do you ever stop to listen?
After the rain in a clear flowered meadow,
Do you watch the grass glisten?
Can the thunder ever amount,
To be louder than your thought?
Does the wind ever catch you,
When the air is rather hot?
Do the raindrops on your window,
Ever seem too fast?
Have you ever tried to capture clouds,
As over head they passed?
Are you ever so lonely,
Amidst the largest crowd?
Can you hear the bird sing softly?
Or is that silence too loud?