Just got home from seeing the final Harry Potter movie on opening night. I hadn't been able to get excited for the longest time. In fact, all the way up until like.... it started i wasn't really excited. At least not the way i should have been. Though standing in like with all the nerds who were dressed up was a lot of fun. Every one being so into it, everyone being so devoted to the books that they camp out outside the theater for hours before the movie starts. That was my friends.
My friends had the best costumes there that i saw. They had the most creative costumes with the most attention to detail that only true fans could ever pull off.
They stayed up all night, they cooked, they worked, they strove; they succeeded. We may not have been able to put together the basilisk in time, but the best part is that if we had it would have been the best.
Harry Potter and J.K. Rowling give me hope that i will be able to create a story that can entertain and change people's lives the way Harry Potter did. It also gives me the greatest challenge of my life; if i can do something as great as that, it will be a miracle.
Harry Potter may be over. The books are over and now so are the movies. But Harry Potter will live on in the hearts of people like my friends. People who love the story enough that when they turned 11 they waited for their letter to be delivered to them by owl to tell them they were going to Hogwarts. Those are the people that can bring stories to life, can bring magic into the world, can be witches and wizards.
If there is such thing as magic, then it lives in my friends.
The train is leaving platform 9 3/4, but instead of taking us to Hogwarts it's taking us on another adventure. Harry Potter opened up a world of possibilities and adventures waiting to be had. A new step in our lives is beginning without us being able to look forward to the next Harry Potter. But it will always be there on our bookshelves waiting to be read again. And it will always be there ready to give us a break from what ever adventure life throws at us next.
Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Friday, July 15, 2011
Saturday, June 4, 2011
New Roommate
So i've got a new roommate for college next year. Excited?! sure.
I guess i can't really get excited until ive met her. What if shes a freak?! well... then we'll get along perfectly.
Now the real question is... will she be my new inspiration for writing? Probably not. Will she stand in my way of writing? WHO KNOWS? she'd better not.
I am so tired and it is effecting my ability to write. When ever i sit down to write i find myself spacing out the the point of drool! Not really, thats gross. Spit is gross. Anything salivical is disgusting. Inspirational? NO
another thing keeping me from writing is the gradual report videos... they are so funny! I can't stop watching them xD Hence... not writing. I will persevere tonight i am sure. I vow to at least writing one word.. because that is honestly farther than i have been able to get all day and ive sat down planning to write at least four times so far. Tonight i will get something.
unless i go help Eileen dread her hair.... but at least Eileen inspires my writing so maybe i'll get something out of her.
My mom also inspires me. Recently she gave me the quote after mark said he'd defeated the enemy on call of duty and mom said "They all seem to still have their feet to me."
we laughed uncontrollably and dion and mark didnt even get it. Idiots.
time to go shopping with mom with more distractions from writing. Sigh. I must at least get something down, i feel like im slowing down. huff.
I guess i can't really get excited until ive met her. What if shes a freak?! well... then we'll get along perfectly.
Now the real question is... will she be my new inspiration for writing? Probably not. Will she stand in my way of writing? WHO KNOWS? she'd better not.
I am so tired and it is effecting my ability to write. When ever i sit down to write i find myself spacing out the the point of drool! Not really, thats gross. Spit is gross. Anything salivical is disgusting. Inspirational? NO
another thing keeping me from writing is the gradual report videos... they are so funny! I can't stop watching them xD Hence... not writing. I will persevere tonight i am sure. I vow to at least writing one word.. because that is honestly farther than i have been able to get all day and ive sat down planning to write at least four times so far. Tonight i will get something.
unless i go help Eileen dread her hair.... but at least Eileen inspires my writing so maybe i'll get something out of her.
My mom also inspires me. Recently she gave me the quote after mark said he'd defeated the enemy on call of duty and mom said "They all seem to still have their feet to me."
we laughed uncontrollably and dion and mark didnt even get it. Idiots.
time to go shopping with mom with more distractions from writing. Sigh. I must at least get something down, i feel like im slowing down. huff.
Friday, April 29, 2011
Pre Adventure
When i was little i hated reading. It was required for for elementary school and my mom wouldn't let me fake it... >:( Finally when i was in fifth grade i found books by Mary Downing Hawn and fell in love. From there i couldn't put books down. I read and read and read and... didn't do my other homework.
But writing was still not my thing. I resented having teachers make us write because it was boring and stupid and pointless and a waste of my time when i could be outside running barefoot!
My freshman year of high school changed all of that. I had signed up for a lower level of LA than I probably needed to wanted because my middle school teachers told me i wasn't up for top level LA.... jerks.
But if I hadn't taken that class i wouldn't have had Mr. Alberty. Honestly i have no idea why he was teaching bottom level LA... it might have just been regular level. I can't remember. All i can remember is that he was one of the best teachers i had at wash. Definitely the best English teacher. He would have been amazing at higher level classes and i am still sad that i didn't get to take AP Lit from him. Either way, i'm selfishly happy that he didn't teach a harder class because i wouldn't have had the extreme luck of learning from him. And i would not have found the other of two things that make me happy. He gave us an assignment to write a dialogue and make it not boring. For what ever reason i got really into it. And when i was done he encouraged me. Just like that i was into writing. That assignment had been so much fun. I loved searching my mind for the right word to describe the situation. The exercise of putting myself in the situation and describing it. It's one of the best feelings to be able to go back and read what you wrote and actually think it sounds good, it gives a brief moment of self pride that i don't get many other ways.
But writing was still not my thing. I resented having teachers make us write because it was boring and stupid and pointless and a waste of my time when i could be outside running barefoot!
My freshman year of high school changed all of that. I had signed up for a lower level of LA than I probably needed to wanted because my middle school teachers told me i wasn't up for top level LA.... jerks.
But if I hadn't taken that class i wouldn't have had Mr. Alberty. Honestly i have no idea why he was teaching bottom level LA... it might have just been regular level. I can't remember. All i can remember is that he was one of the best teachers i had at wash. Definitely the best English teacher. He would have been amazing at higher level classes and i am still sad that i didn't get to take AP Lit from him. Either way, i'm selfishly happy that he didn't teach a harder class because i wouldn't have had the extreme luck of learning from him. And i would not have found the other of two things that make me happy. He gave us an assignment to write a dialogue and make it not boring. For what ever reason i got really into it. And when i was done he encouraged me. Just like that i was into writing. That assignment had been so much fun. I loved searching my mind for the right word to describe the situation. The exercise of putting myself in the situation and describing it. It's one of the best feelings to be able to go back and read what you wrote and actually think it sounds good, it gives a brief moment of self pride that i don't get many other ways.
Monday, April 25, 2011
My Adventure Begins
I've always loved writing more than anything else (except band) and when i finally had an idea to really work with.... i jump in it.
My idea began with a girl who could control the elements and it took off from there.
Did you ever think about what super power you would have if you could have one? I DID! and mine was that i would control the elements. So Isabelle Speed (my main character) gets to do what i wish i could. Along with more than i would ever want to.
Next i had to give her friends and family, because creating characters is FUN
She became the Captain of the ship The Excavator that she had inherited from her father. And her crew became my main characters.
I started writing.
This book really started out as a short story, but as i wrote i saw potential and i started thinking that maybe i could actually write a book. The short story became the first chapter to the book and i went from there.
Now i needed a more developed plot than what id been fantasizing about. I needed villains, struggle, adventure, love, strength, epicness.
I now have my fully developed ideas with just a few holes that i need to fix up. In fact, i have the whole first rough draft done of my book because i started this blog a little late. OOPS. oh well.
My journey has begun, and although i am a bit farther along the actual path than this blog entry says, i still have many challenges to come.
My idea began with a girl who could control the elements and it took off from there.
Did you ever think about what super power you would have if you could have one? I DID! and mine was that i would control the elements. So Isabelle Speed (my main character) gets to do what i wish i could. Along with more than i would ever want to.
Next i had to give her friends and family, because creating characters is FUN
She became the Captain of the ship The Excavator that she had inherited from her father. And her crew became my main characters.
I started writing.
This book really started out as a short story, but as i wrote i saw potential and i started thinking that maybe i could actually write a book. The short story became the first chapter to the book and i went from there.
Now i needed a more developed plot than what id been fantasizing about. I needed villains, struggle, adventure, love, strength, epicness.
I now have my fully developed ideas with just a few holes that i need to fix up. In fact, i have the whole first rough draft done of my book because i started this blog a little late. OOPS. oh well.
My journey has begun, and although i am a bit farther along the actual path than this blog entry says, i still have many challenges to come.
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