Cart is better than book

I once bought a book for twenty dollars. I was supposed to record all the books I have read, all the ones I want to read and other book related things. Instead, I filled it with books I have not yet written and the only reason why it might still be somewhere in my room, is beause of the quotes scattered throughout the book. I’m a sucker for qoutes.

But today, I found a cool little thing (widget?) on the auckland library website. it’s a “cart” thing. You don’t have to request the book if you’re not ready to read it but all the books you are interested in one day reading, you can add it to the cart. It becomes a book list of all the books you will one day resquest, borrow, read and return.

 

 

 

 

Holiday

Holiday

 

They are busy planning every second of every day of their summer holiday, those kids. They are wondering what to do with those 6 hours that they are not in school, not learning maths, not waiting for the bell to ring. But when the tv show has ended and they finally passed that difficult level on the video game, they go back to school and when their teacher asks them what they did in the holidays, they shrug and say, “Nothing.”

 

 

 

Boy’s section of the library

Boy’s section, Yr 8, Library

Reading a book under the “Boy’s section” of the library. It’s a Chris Ryan book, has action, fighting, a bit of murder and crude humor. The boy comes up to me, tells me I can’t read it, I’m not allowed. It’s in the boy’s section, just for boys to read.

Stupid boy. I can do what I want and I can read a Chris Ryan book if I want to. I don’t have to read about fairies and pink stuff. It is the start of an era, where I realise by standing up for myself, I am a feminist. Every woman is naturally  a feminist, just by standing up for herself and other women. It is having a voice and telling that boy that actually, I can read anything from the library that I choose to read. Back off. It’s a good book.

 

 

 

 

The cat is back

Hello everyone,

Something that I have been struggling with for the past year or so, is writing to an empty room. There are no readers and you think, what’s the point of all this? What could motivate me to write and write every day even when there is no one in the world, knowing of my existence. Okay, a bit dramatic.

But I think writing is not about the money and it can never be. Once it is, you lose something so precious, so valuable.

I’ve learnt that writing is not about people (no offence). But it is about myself and writing only for myself. Even if I’m the only one who reads this, at least I know I’m being true and not trying to be someone else to please others.

I also learnt recently that writing is about so much more than writing because it relates to every aspects of life.

So that is why my blog is going to be about writing. It has been staring at me right in the face. This really is a writing-journal kind of blog.

 

10 things I learnt from writing stories

1. Good reading is damn hard writing but it is worth it

2. Editing your draft if like killing your draft and then bringing it back to life. The “bringing it back to life” thing is worth the feeling of killing all your hard work.

3. Feed back hurts like a bitch especially good feed back

4. If you actually listen to the feedback, you might learn something and actually improve your story and your craft.

5. But be prepared when you ask for feed back or for help

6. Writing when you don’t want to write is worth it in the end

7. Nanowrimo is hard work but it’s written it in the end because the outcome is a novel

8. You can edit a bad page, you can’t edit a blank page. Even if it hurts to write so badly, do it anyway because it’s worth it

9. No glory without pain.

10. That every rejection letter, every criticism, every doubt and fear you’ve ever had, has helped you to be the writer you are today and it is therefore all worth it. Every word.

So just do it and do your best effort. Give it all you’ve got. Don’t give up. Sit at the type writer and bleed. And through the pain, produce something magical and wonderful.