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Lost Potential and Abandoned Dreams

Lost Potential and Abandoned Dreams

For those who aren’t aware, I used to be a competitive Irish dancer. (I’ve written about it before here. And here. And in other places. ) Maybe that’s a bit of an overstatement. I wasn’t the kind of competitive Irish dancer who is at a feis (competition) every weekend, has a huge elaborate curly wig and a dress costing thousands of pounds that seem mostly to have been spent on finding the grossest combination of neon with Swarovski crystals. I…

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i am in ur library, shelving all ur books

i am in ur library, shelving all ur books

Today, I started what basically constitutes my first job. Unless you count being a self-published poet, which personally, I don’t. Most jobs don’t take place at 1am and involve nothing but a pen and paper, let’s be real. I’m working in the library of my old school, which I left last year. I think I mentioned briefly in a previous post that the school librarian died a couple of weeks ago. It’s very sad — she was an important part…

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Getting Over Lost Friends

Getting Over Lost Friends

I feel like I should have some kind of tag or content warning here: ahoy, personal post about Me and My Life and Things That Happened In It. But I guess that’s most of the posts on this blog, so you should be used to it by now. I’m not even sure why I’m telling you this. I think it’s because it’s something I would have found helpful to hear a few months ago, and I’m hoping that it will…

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Is Writing Therapy Or Escape?

Is Writing Therapy Or Escape?

On the first of May, 2012, I wrote the following in my journal: There’s something therapeutic about this writing your thoughts and all that. It helps, getting them down on paper. It’s not a good idea to read them back, mind, not if you’re still feeling emotionally compromised by the situation, but later you’ll be able to. Putting things into words makes them easier to bear. Because it means you’ve beaten them. If they’re words on paper, they’re just like…

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Time Passes

Time Passes

A year ago today, my grandma passed away. It’s also father person’s birthday today, which means I didn’t like to mention this. I’m sure the parentals haven’t forgotten, and reminding them seemed unnecessary, and would have put a damper on the mood. Yet at the same time, it seemed odd to go the whole day without mentioning it to anyone. Not even to my friends. What’s in a year? A year is ever so slightly over a seventeenth of my…

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A New Hope

A New Hope

Remember I was talking about the five-act structure used in tragedies in my last post? Act Four is the one that interests me. More than that: how act four is described in that particular definition interests me. (It’s not my definition. I found it online somewhere and I’m a bad person for not sourcing it.) “tension is heightened by false hopes/fears. If it’s a tragedy, it looks like the Hero can be saved. If not, then it looks like all…

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A Thousand Lives Without Leaving Yours*

A Thousand Lives Without Leaving Yours*

Fellow writers, know this: you will never get to experience all of the things your characters experience. And if you’re anything like me, you’re probably thinking thank goodness for that, since, you know, I write tragedies. But there is one major problem here. If you have no idea what it’s like to be in their situation, how are you meant to write about it? This is something I’ve thought about for a while because many people’s reason for discounting teenage writers is that…

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