Bookstores are wonderful places. One can get lost in there for hours, and come out with their reading list doubled and the means to complete it (and, most likely, their bank account getting kind of low). One can also find out, in their school's bookstore, that their class textbooks are there. This is a very good thing - especially when one's professor has not told one that one's textbooks should be in one's possession. Basically, I went to the bookstore, and found textbooks that I didn't know I needed, because my professor didn't post them online. It was rather a surprise, but I was glad I could deal with it. I don't know what was up with the professor not telling us about the textbooks, but whatever.
Anyhow, we also had group and individual meetings with our academic advisors. My advisor is the professor of philosophy, and he seems really nice. He asked about my interests - writing, knitting, performance, kind of ancient history and mythology - and recommended what to take over the next few semesters before I have to declare my major. Apparently, the Greek professor's spouse works on archaeology at the Agora, which is SUPER COOL!
The best thing I got out of it was this, which is, I think, good advice for any freshman:
if you have something specific in mind for a major, and that major has a lot of courses that build on each other (as in, the course descriptions for courses in that major start with, "as a prerequisite, take _______"), start doing that soon. Not right away, but definitely by your second semester of your sophomore year you should be signing up for building courses. If you wind up not taking that major, it's still likely that whatever you took would count for your General Education credits.
Anyway, I have to go now. Classes haven't even started yet, and I don't have summer work; HOWEVER, I have to do a lot of reading for my First Year Experience course on Monday. Judging by the fact that the they gave us homework at the meeting this morning, and judging by the amount of work they gave us, this is going to be a hard course. A very reading-heavy course. Full of reading and deep thoughts. The philosophy professor said, in parting from the individual meeting, that I might like the readings, because I do like so many things and perspectives and such, which is perfectly true.
Still, bookstores are wonderful places to be. I'm pretty sure I could live in one if it was one of those bookstores that has a coffee shop right there. FREE NOTEBOOKS, BOOKS, AND FOOD! YAY!!!
Speaking of perspectives and views and such, please do comment or check off those things just below the posts (the things that say, "I say it's...." and has little check boxes next to it). I've had more hits in the past week than I had my entire first year with my old blog; I want to know what you guys are thinking! I really appreciate having people who are actually reading!
Friday, August 31, 2012
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Challenges
We need challenges. All of us. If you don't challenge yourself, you're just going to sit in the living room and watch TV. You'll go to work and come back from work and just do the same-old same-old. Though my dad is, in my opinion, overly fond of routines (and routines can be used to great effect), there has to also be a time for ADVENTURE!
But the time for ADVENTURE can't be scheduled in (I think my dad once said that he blocked in time to do other stuff during his day. Never understood how this worked, but okay). Bilbo wasn't expecting a bunch of dwarves and a wizard to come into his house and say, "Hey, we need your help. Come with us to fight this dragon and see some elves and get some treasure and stuff!"
Though some may argue that there is always a time for an adventure, and you CAN block stuff into your day - as part of a team-building thing that was scheduled, the entire freshman class split into groups and did a ropes course, which was certainly an adventure - you can't go fight dragons if you just sit there and do nothing. You can't opt out of the ropes course.
You need to do the ropes course.
You need to listen when someone says, "Hey, we need your help!" Not only is it a nice thing to do, it also might lead you to dragons, elves, and treasure. And sometimes you have to forget, or ignore, or spite the fact that when you come back, most of the Shire is going to think you're really, really weird. But weirdos are not to be overlooked - sometimes they're wizards. The Disturbers of the Peace probably have cooler stories than a lot of other people, and for sure have cooler stories than the people who just sat on their couch and didn't let a swarm of dwarves into their kitchen.
So, basically, for any good character to have a well and true ADVENTURE, they need to push their comfort zone and do stuff most people think is odd, unacceptable, or stupid. Like letting a bunch of dwarves into your house. Like climbing 30-foot poles and jumping off them, even if you have a harness on. The whole concept of pushing one's comfort zone in an ADVENTURE works better, and prompts character development, if even THEY think what they're doing is odd, unacceptable, or stupid.
Like that one kid in The Dawn Treader.
So, both in your writing and in your life, challenge yourself. That's the only sure-fire route to an adventure.
And if you don't want an adventure, feel free to troll blogs all day. I'm sure someone will come down on you at some point and catapult you into an adventure.
But the time for ADVENTURE can't be scheduled in (I think my dad once said that he blocked in time to do other stuff during his day. Never understood how this worked, but okay). Bilbo wasn't expecting a bunch of dwarves and a wizard to come into his house and say, "Hey, we need your help. Come with us to fight this dragon and see some elves and get some treasure and stuff!"
Though some may argue that there is always a time for an adventure, and you CAN block stuff into your day - as part of a team-building thing that was scheduled, the entire freshman class split into groups and did a ropes course, which was certainly an adventure - you can't go fight dragons if you just sit there and do nothing. You can't opt out of the ropes course.
You need to do the ropes course.
You need to listen when someone says, "Hey, we need your help!" Not only is it a nice thing to do, it also might lead you to dragons, elves, and treasure. And sometimes you have to forget, or ignore, or spite the fact that when you come back, most of the Shire is going to think you're really, really weird. But weirdos are not to be overlooked - sometimes they're wizards. The Disturbers of the Peace probably have cooler stories than a lot of other people, and for sure have cooler stories than the people who just sat on their couch and didn't let a swarm of dwarves into their kitchen.
So, basically, for any good character to have a well and true ADVENTURE, they need to push their comfort zone and do stuff most people think is odd, unacceptable, or stupid. Like letting a bunch of dwarves into your house. Like climbing 30-foot poles and jumping off them, even if you have a harness on. The whole concept of pushing one's comfort zone in an ADVENTURE works better, and prompts character development, if even THEY think what they're doing is odd, unacceptable, or stupid.
Like that one kid in The Dawn Treader.
So, both in your writing and in your life, challenge yourself. That's the only sure-fire route to an adventure.
And if you don't want an adventure, feel free to troll blogs all day. I'm sure someone will come down on you at some point and catapult you into an adventure.
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
and the abyss has been crossed
Last night, I was facing the abyss. Now, having crossed, it has proved easy. The most difficult part was trying to get everything done with - getting a printer, and then getting stuff for it, and then getting my dad to stop making puns and get off my bed and out the door. But now I'm here, and I'm really excited. My roommate is really cool, and has a red trunk that has a whole bunch of duct tape strands on top - each length is a different colour, and most of them are patterned. It's really cool.
She also way trumps me in the number of books taken here. Initially my number was around two dozen, but that eventually shortened to four, plus two books of knitting stuff (one book of patterns, one book of "COOL STUFF THAT KNITTERS CAN KNOW!"). But she' brought maybe 8-10, which is impressive and I am jealous. Very jealous. To be fair, a lot of the books I brought are reaaaaaaally long (the entire Deed of Paksenarrion trilogy is 1024 pages long, and that's when it's in trade paperback so the type is TINY. Also, I brought my brother's copy of Game of Thrones, and The Name of The Wind, and the not-reaaaaaaaaaally-long one is Anasazi Boys). But still.
Anyhow, most of my stuff is up, and I'm excited for stuff to start happening. Like, now.
Well, the cookout isn't for another two hours, so I have time to do stuff, like finish putting up the poster and the corkboard I brought, and doing other things of that nature.
Maybe I SHOULD do that.
Hmmmmmm.
It could, of course, be a more productive endeavor than other things I could be doing.
Maybe later.
Maybe I will, maybe I won't. Either way, farewell.
She also way trumps me in the number of books taken here. Initially my number was around two dozen, but that eventually shortened to four, plus two books of knitting stuff (one book of patterns, one book of "COOL STUFF THAT KNITTERS CAN KNOW!"). But she' brought maybe 8-10, which is impressive and I am jealous. Very jealous. To be fair, a lot of the books I brought are reaaaaaaally long (the entire Deed of Paksenarrion trilogy is 1024 pages long, and that's when it's in trade paperback so the type is TINY. Also, I brought my brother's copy of Game of Thrones, and The Name of The Wind, and the not-reaaaaaaaaaally-long one is Anasazi Boys). But still.
Anyhow, most of my stuff is up, and I'm excited for stuff to start happening. Like, now.
Well, the cookout isn't for another two hours, so I have time to do stuff, like finish putting up the poster and the corkboard I brought, and doing other things of that nature.
Maybe I SHOULD do that.
Hmmmmmm.
It could, of course, be a more productive endeavor than other things I could be doing.
Maybe later.
Maybe I will, maybe I won't. Either way, farewell.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
the start
what does one do the night before an adventure? Sleep? Rest?
Or does one just stay up all night, dreading or anticipating the dawn, or both in equal measure?
This is the worst part, the waiting. Tomorrow morning, I'm going to be leaving the only home I've ever known to go to my home for the next nine months. Everyone says it's going to be great. Everyone says it's going to be fun. Everyone says this is the time of my life.
But is it?
Right now, the time of my life looks like a dark abyss between now and when my alarm goes off, and I'm scared to put my foot forward for fear that I'll fall off the cliff and die alone in the darkness. Maybe there's a bridge. Maybe there isn't. Maybe I'll find the bridge and fall off.
Maybe the reason it's the time of my life, of everyone's life, is because they're glad they crossed that bridge - that rickety bridge over the two-hundred-foot abyss - in the middle of the night.
What's on the other side?
I don't know. You never know until you get there.
Maybe it's the time of everyone's life because there's two sorts of people in the world: those who stay on this side forever, or those who get so hyped up on the adrenaline of getting there that they forget how terrifying the drop is. They focus so on going forward that they don't have time to look back until they get there.
Until tomorrrow, I don't know for certain which side I'll be on.
This is the hardest night.
This is why I'm scared of the dawn.
Maybe I'll wake up and find that I'm still halfway across.
Maybe that's the reason everyone crosses in the dark. Even though the darkness presses at night, when the light comes the ground falls away and you see how far it is to the ground. When you see it, that's when your gut turns and your instinct yells at you to go back if you want to survive. The darkness is the security net.
But that doesn't make it any more appealing.
Now is the darkness.
I will write again when the light comes, and I hope to say that I made it to the other side.
Farewell.
Or does one just stay up all night, dreading or anticipating the dawn, or both in equal measure?
This is the worst part, the waiting. Tomorrow morning, I'm going to be leaving the only home I've ever known to go to my home for the next nine months. Everyone says it's going to be great. Everyone says it's going to be fun. Everyone says this is the time of my life.
But is it?
Right now, the time of my life looks like a dark abyss between now and when my alarm goes off, and I'm scared to put my foot forward for fear that I'll fall off the cliff and die alone in the darkness. Maybe there's a bridge. Maybe there isn't. Maybe I'll find the bridge and fall off.
Maybe the reason it's the time of my life, of everyone's life, is because they're glad they crossed that bridge - that rickety bridge over the two-hundred-foot abyss - in the middle of the night.
What's on the other side?
I don't know. You never know until you get there.
Maybe it's the time of everyone's life because there's two sorts of people in the world: those who stay on this side forever, or those who get so hyped up on the adrenaline of getting there that they forget how terrifying the drop is. They focus so on going forward that they don't have time to look back until they get there.
Until tomorrrow, I don't know for certain which side I'll be on.
This is the hardest night.
This is why I'm scared of the dawn.
Maybe I'll wake up and find that I'm still halfway across.
Maybe that's the reason everyone crosses in the dark. Even though the darkness presses at night, when the light comes the ground falls away and you see how far it is to the ground. When you see it, that's when your gut turns and your instinct yells at you to go back if you want to survive. The darkness is the security net.
But that doesn't make it any more appealing.
Now is the darkness.
I will write again when the light comes, and I hope to say that I made it to the other side.
Farewell.
The power of connotation and phrasing
Right, today is all about connotation and phrasing.
Why?
Because both of them are very important and are worth repeating.
For an example, my Mom loves to use the Midwestern Imperative (no offense to any midwesterners; this is just what she said it was called. Anyway, what it is: "Do you want to set the table?" = *I want you to set the table* = "Set the table!"). I hate it when she does that, so therefore it almost always prompts the question, "Are you asking me or telling me?" Frequently, I don't want to set the table for dinner. In fact, if you see me willingly setting the table, be very, very worried.
On paper, the Midwestern Imperative will basically come off like someone is legitimately curious, and the connotation there is completely different. If someone actually wants to know, "Do you want to set the table?" It's probably because the query will be followed up by the phrase, "Because if you don't, I will." (If Mom and I were in a novel, and she said that, I am, indeed, the sort of person who would say something akin to, "Sure, thanks, Mom, I'm just going to go write my novels and my blog posts now. Call me when dinner starts.")
That use is generally if the scene was between two people of equal stature - brothers, roommates, spouses, etc. But the context and subtext and connotation change if the scene is between Mom and her five-year-old Kid, and it changes again if Kid is now 15.
At my job this summer at my dojang, I worked with young kids - the dominant age range was 5-9. For one girl in particular, when I had to do one-on-one stance work with her, I found myself asking her a lot, "can you do front stance?" which is similar to the Midwestern Imperative. (I started out using the Midwestern Imperative a lot). Maybe that's why she never did it at the start of the summer...
Anyway, the point of that story was the phrasing affected the connotation - it put the decision to do front stance in her power, just like using the Midwestern Imperative put dinner set-up/ clean-up activities in my power. Usually they can work (with much effort) in person, but on paper you need to be careful. Unless the person is one's irritating mother/ teacher/ stepmother/ person the addressee doesn't like (and the Villain doesn't count, unless the Villain is the Mother/ Teacher/ Stepmother), it can be taken out of context, like the asker actually wants to know.
So, basically, don't write it.
Why?
Because both of them are very important and are worth repeating.
For an example, my Mom loves to use the Midwestern Imperative (no offense to any midwesterners; this is just what she said it was called. Anyway, what it is: "Do you want to set the table?" = *I want you to set the table* = "Set the table!"). I hate it when she does that, so therefore it almost always prompts the question, "Are you asking me or telling me?" Frequently, I don't want to set the table for dinner. In fact, if you see me willingly setting the table, be very, very worried.
On paper, the Midwestern Imperative will basically come off like someone is legitimately curious, and the connotation there is completely different. If someone actually wants to know, "Do you want to set the table?" It's probably because the query will be followed up by the phrase, "Because if you don't, I will." (If Mom and I were in a novel, and she said that, I am, indeed, the sort of person who would say something akin to, "Sure, thanks, Mom, I'm just going to go write my novels and my blog posts now. Call me when dinner starts.")
That use is generally if the scene was between two people of equal stature - brothers, roommates, spouses, etc. But the context and subtext and connotation change if the scene is between Mom and her five-year-old Kid, and it changes again if Kid is now 15.
At my job this summer at my dojang, I worked with young kids - the dominant age range was 5-9. For one girl in particular, when I had to do one-on-one stance work with her, I found myself asking her a lot, "can you do front stance?" which is similar to the Midwestern Imperative. (I started out using the Midwestern Imperative a lot). Maybe that's why she never did it at the start of the summer...
Anyway, the point of that story was the phrasing affected the connotation - it put the decision to do front stance in her power, just like using the Midwestern Imperative put dinner set-up/ clean-up activities in my power. Usually they can work (with much effort) in person, but on paper you need to be careful. Unless the person is one's irritating mother/ teacher/ stepmother/ person the addressee doesn't like (and the Villain doesn't count, unless the Villain is the Mother/ Teacher/ Stepmother), it can be taken out of context, like the asker actually wants to know.
So, basically, don't write it.
Monday, August 27, 2012
The Final Countdown!
Well, shifting gears slightly, I'm going to talk about college packing today.
In a word, it's stressful. It could have been worse, I admit; indeed, I could have pulled something like one of my best friends and not packed until the day I left. (why she did this is still a mystery to me, and I'm not sure I want to ask her about it. Apparently, her dorm room now has an abundance of shoes).
Anyhow, in all seriousness, I'm glad it's mostly over with. I've done the massive run to Target to get pretty much everything except a microwave (because of school regulations, my roommate and I decided it wouldn't be worth it to get one), a TV (which my roommate has been assigned to have custody of, one way or another, since I don't mind either way), and a printer (which Mother and I could never decide on, so we're just waiting to see how well the library handles stuff before deciding).
Still, though, I have a few things to get, and most of them are clothing-related. Before I get all girly and dive into that, give me one second to do something else of an important nature.
a;weif w;oef aowenfow GOING TO COLLEGE ao;efijweo;aifjeow ;ijowaifjoiejwoiejfe CAN'T BELIEVE IT ao;ijwo;eifwa;oefjowaeifjowifjoweiajfow;ijfoiwj FEEL REALLY OLD.
Right, well, now that's over with, let us proceed.
So, what's in my trunk?
Cliff bars, Toblerone, flip flops, and personal hygiene stuff is what it comes down to. In the suitcase is all my clothing (except the stuff that has to get hung up, which Mother insists can't survive a two-hour car ride. I'm not complaining; there's barely enough room for the jeans I still need to get to fit formal wear and hang-up t-shirts in my suitcase).
So far, I have no advice to any incoming freshmen as to what you should or should not get. Just make sure you keep your head and think like a backpacker when you're packing.
In case you don't know how to think like a backpacker when packing, here's how:
1. take only what you need to survive.
2. If it can be shared, do.
3. when packing your trunk and/ or suitcase, rolling is your friend.
4. Don't take too much of anything in terms of clothing, except socks and underpants (okay, fellow backpackers would hate me for saying that. Usually, if it's more than you need, don't bring it).
5. If you think you can survive without it, you probably can.
6. If you can't, your parents can bring it during parent's weekend.
Yeah.
But still. THE FINAL COUNTDOWN.
Today was my last day at work - and the last day at the dojang I've attended for ten years. In case I forgot to tell you (I'm pretty sure I did, but I'll tell you again), I'm a second degree black belt in tae kwon do and I worked at my dojang's camp for the summer. They're letting me off tomorrow because of final packing and such, and then Wednesday I leave.
Anyhow, to tie it all into writing, CATALYSTS ARE YOUR FRIEND! If someone is moving, that's a great way to invent relationships as you go, because so is your character, so it's all good.
Also, music is your friend too, especially instrumentals. Hans Zimmer is really good, for example (he composed the instrumentals for Madagascar 3, Pirates of the Caribbean, the Dark Knight, and the Lion King, to name a few). But anything that stirs your imagination, go for it. :)
In a word, it's stressful. It could have been worse, I admit; indeed, I could have pulled something like one of my best friends and not packed until the day I left. (why she did this is still a mystery to me, and I'm not sure I want to ask her about it. Apparently, her dorm room now has an abundance of shoes).
Anyhow, in all seriousness, I'm glad it's mostly over with. I've done the massive run to Target to get pretty much everything except a microwave (because of school regulations, my roommate and I decided it wouldn't be worth it to get one), a TV (which my roommate has been assigned to have custody of, one way or another, since I don't mind either way), and a printer (which Mother and I could never decide on, so we're just waiting to see how well the library handles stuff before deciding).
Still, though, I have a few things to get, and most of them are clothing-related. Before I get all girly and dive into that, give me one second to do something else of an important nature.
a;weif w;oef aowenfow GOING TO COLLEGE ao;efijweo;aifjeow ;ijowaifjoiejwoiejfe CAN'T BELIEVE IT ao;ijwo;eifwa;oefjowaeifjowifjoweiajfow;ijfoiwj FEEL REALLY OLD.
Right, well, now that's over with, let us proceed.
So, what's in my trunk?
Cliff bars, Toblerone, flip flops, and personal hygiene stuff is what it comes down to. In the suitcase is all my clothing (except the stuff that has to get hung up, which Mother insists can't survive a two-hour car ride. I'm not complaining; there's barely enough room for the jeans I still need to get to fit formal wear and hang-up t-shirts in my suitcase).
So far, I have no advice to any incoming freshmen as to what you should or should not get. Just make sure you keep your head and think like a backpacker when you're packing.
In case you don't know how to think like a backpacker when packing, here's how:
1. take only what you need to survive.
2. If it can be shared, do.
3. when packing your trunk and/ or suitcase, rolling is your friend.
4. Don't take too much of anything in terms of clothing, except socks and underpants (okay, fellow backpackers would hate me for saying that. Usually, if it's more than you need, don't bring it).
5. If you think you can survive without it, you probably can.
6. If you can't, your parents can bring it during parent's weekend.
Yeah.
But still. THE FINAL COUNTDOWN.
Today was my last day at work - and the last day at the dojang I've attended for ten years. In case I forgot to tell you (I'm pretty sure I did, but I'll tell you again), I'm a second degree black belt in tae kwon do and I worked at my dojang's camp for the summer. They're letting me off tomorrow because of final packing and such, and then Wednesday I leave.
Anyhow, to tie it all into writing, CATALYSTS ARE YOUR FRIEND! If someone is moving, that's a great way to invent relationships as you go, because so is your character, so it's all good.
Also, music is your friend too, especially instrumentals. Hans Zimmer is really good, for example (he composed the instrumentals for Madagascar 3, Pirates of the Caribbean, the Dark Knight, and the Lion King, to name a few). But anything that stirs your imagination, go for it. :)
Sunday, August 26, 2012
The thing about generators...
I've always found generators hilarious. Not the generators like the ones that make power; generators like name and place generators (geez, this is a writing blog, what do you expect?). I've never understood what the formulas are for name generators, unless they're something like fantasy name generators that spit out things like "Gregory the Impaler" and "Playnaga the Damned." In these cases, you can put in twenty normal names, twenty describers, and have enough results to keep at least 400 people writing a little bit longer. I probably did the math wrong on that. I attribute it to the fact that I took Calculus, not Statistics (no, I didn't do well).
Nevertheless, I've found generators immensely useful in my writing. I've had more than a few characters who have been named by what has come out of these things. If you're in need of names for your characters or places or weird creatures or the title of your story/ novel/ poem/ work, my favorite two generator websites are seventhsanctum.com and nine.frenchboys.net. Some of the outputs are completely ridiculous, but some of them are quite useful. Being a writer of fantasy, names are odd almost as a rule, so the fact that I can hit a button a bunch of times and have something come out that I could consider using is a major plus. When I don't had access to a computer while I'm writing (I write by hand when I'm doing my first draft), what I often do for names of creatures or places is to pick out two or three things in the room and combine different parts of the words. For example, I'm in the basement right now on my laptop, and my trunk and suitcase are open, so I can easily see a lock, a printer, and a pillow (there are couches down here). The result of the combination of these names is Lorillow. I have absolutely no clue who or what a Lorillow is, but it sounds cool, and can probably make an appearance in the next novel I write, depending on what I need.
Anyhow, all Lorillows aside, naming things is an important thing about writing. I do not know about anyone else out there, but generally the name I start with is the name the character is stuck with for the rest of the story, so having the name be as close to perfect as possible is really important. This is where generators come in handy. However, if you keep hitting the "New Name" button, and you keep getting results but nothing sounds right, you should try coming up with your own.
There can be other ways to do it aside from combining names of stuff, but that is the main way I use when the generators fail me (it has happened). Sometimes, you could surprise yourself and come up with a perfect fit on the first try. What you can also do, if you're looking for something with some sort of significance but want it to be an uncommon name, is to look up the names of minor Greek and Roman deities (or minor deities from other mythologies, if that's your thing). There are TONS, and most people don't know about them, but if you use the names similar to the myths, the people who do know can say to themselves, "HAHA! I see what you did there, you clever writer, you!"
And I claim no copyright to Lorillows, for the record, but please comment if you're claiming it so nobody else uses it.
Nevertheless, I've found generators immensely useful in my writing. I've had more than a few characters who have been named by what has come out of these things. If you're in need of names for your characters or places or weird creatures or the title of your story/ novel/ poem/ work, my favorite two generator websites are seventhsanctum.com and nine.frenchboys.net. Some of the outputs are completely ridiculous, but some of them are quite useful. Being a writer of fantasy, names are odd almost as a rule, so the fact that I can hit a button a bunch of times and have something come out that I could consider using is a major plus. When I don't had access to a computer while I'm writing (I write by hand when I'm doing my first draft), what I often do for names of creatures or places is to pick out two or three things in the room and combine different parts of the words. For example, I'm in the basement right now on my laptop, and my trunk and suitcase are open, so I can easily see a lock, a printer, and a pillow (there are couches down here). The result of the combination of these names is Lorillow. I have absolutely no clue who or what a Lorillow is, but it sounds cool, and can probably make an appearance in the next novel I write, depending on what I need.
Anyhow, all Lorillows aside, naming things is an important thing about writing. I do not know about anyone else out there, but generally the name I start with is the name the character is stuck with for the rest of the story, so having the name be as close to perfect as possible is really important. This is where generators come in handy. However, if you keep hitting the "New Name" button, and you keep getting results but nothing sounds right, you should try coming up with your own.
There can be other ways to do it aside from combining names of stuff, but that is the main way I use when the generators fail me (it has happened). Sometimes, you could surprise yourself and come up with a perfect fit on the first try. What you can also do, if you're looking for something with some sort of significance but want it to be an uncommon name, is to look up the names of minor Greek and Roman deities (or minor deities from other mythologies, if that's your thing). There are TONS, and most people don't know about them, but if you use the names similar to the myths, the people who do know can say to themselves, "HAHA! I see what you did there, you clever writer, you!"
And I claim no copyright to Lorillows, for the record, but please comment if you're claiming it so nobody else uses it.
Greetings!
Hey hey hey, people I've never met! How are you?
So, basically, this is my blog now. I used to write over at knitterwriterblogger.blogspot.com, but since I started that when I was a freshman in high school, and I'm now about to be a freshman in college, I'm starting a new blog. So, hello!
So, basically, I write a lot and knit a lot. Whereas knitterwriterblogger was all about whatever I felt like posting about (NaNoWriMo, how my mom was mean when I was a freshman, bits of things I'd written, random discoveries, and anything else I could think of), I'm going to try to focus this blog on three things:
1. writing
2. college life
3. reviews/ random discoveries
Yeah.
So, basically, I'm going to chronicle my life as a college freshman who likes writing, starting next post.
About me:
I'll be going to college on Wednesday.
I'm not telling you my name, because you should already know.
If you don't know, be content to think of me as The Blogger.
Yes, I am a girl.
No, I will not date you.
If you try to creep on me, be warned that I am a second degree black belt in tae kwon do and have spent the summer being a professional ninja trainer. If you mess with me, I will kick your ass (or your nose), and it will HURT.
I've won NaNoWriMo twice of the two times I have participated in November; of the three (counting this month) Camp NaNoWriMo sessions I have participated in, I have not won yet.
Currently, I'm trying to write a character that I have had in my head since I was a freshman in high school, and she has been bugging me to let her out for some time now. I feel obligated to do so, since she's stuck with me for so long.
I'm not actually *in* college yet. As I said, I move in on Wednesday, and I'm starting to get excited.
The downside is that my school is private, which means I start really late compared to everyone else, so almost all of my friends have already left. This is not okay. Everyone is having fun. I'm teaching kids how to do front stance. Still.
Right, well, that's all you need to know about that right now. I'll post later, probably tomorrow.
I don't know how frequently I'll post, but don't expect me to post daily outside of NaNo. I'm not sure I can do that.
Aight, later dudes.
So, basically, this is my blog now. I used to write over at knitterwriterblogger.blogspot.com, but since I started that when I was a freshman in high school, and I'm now about to be a freshman in college, I'm starting a new blog. So, hello!
So, basically, I write a lot and knit a lot. Whereas knitterwriterblogger was all about whatever I felt like posting about (NaNoWriMo, how my mom was mean when I was a freshman, bits of things I'd written, random discoveries, and anything else I could think of), I'm going to try to focus this blog on three things:
1. writing
2. college life
3. reviews/ random discoveries
Yeah.
So, basically, I'm going to chronicle my life as a college freshman who likes writing, starting next post.
About me:
I'll be going to college on Wednesday.
I'm not telling you my name, because you should already know.
If you don't know, be content to think of me as The Blogger.
Yes, I am a girl.
No, I will not date you.
If you try to creep on me, be warned that I am a second degree black belt in tae kwon do and have spent the summer being a professional ninja trainer. If you mess with me, I will kick your ass (or your nose), and it will HURT.
I've won NaNoWriMo twice of the two times I have participated in November; of the three (counting this month) Camp NaNoWriMo sessions I have participated in, I have not won yet.
Currently, I'm trying to write a character that I have had in my head since I was a freshman in high school, and she has been bugging me to let her out for some time now. I feel obligated to do so, since she's stuck with me for so long.
I'm not actually *in* college yet. As I said, I move in on Wednesday, and I'm starting to get excited.
The downside is that my school is private, which means I start really late compared to everyone else, so almost all of my friends have already left. This is not okay. Everyone is having fun. I'm teaching kids how to do front stance. Still.
Right, well, that's all you need to know about that right now. I'll post later, probably tomorrow.
I don't know how frequently I'll post, but don't expect me to post daily outside of NaNo. I'm not sure I can do that.
Aight, later dudes.
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