Now I just have to figure out what to write about in this post. I suppose I could write about a book I've recently read, how rude it is to edit other people's posts, rate the different Easter eggs I've devoured since Sunday, describe the changes to decoration I'm making in my bedroom (it will be twice as cool as yours by the time I'm finished, Allie), my top tips for revising effectively, fangirl over- alright that is not on, the html thingy says "fangirl" isn't a real word. Well that just shows what you know- the films coming out in May. Alternatively, I could post my ideas about The Bells of St John, which was the latest Dr. Who episode, or having phobias, or the best April Fool's jokes I've come across. I could also send out a message to teens with depression, rant about Misha Collins, or list the foreign TV shows I'd recommend if you're sick of the BBC, or waffle about just how lovely Charles McAvoy's voice is. Maybe I could write about all the things I could write about, or some music I've gotten into lately.
Tora, out.
Wednesday 3 April 2013
Tuesday 2 April 2013
What's this I see? Three posts in three days? From moi?
Oh yes, Tora, you dared me and a did it. In fact, there's a whole lot more I could write about in this post if I wanted to, but I'm not going to. Because some of us need to capitalise on staving off the procrastination monster for as long as we can.
Anyway, aside from starting sentences with conjunctions and an insatiable hunger for a) fan fiction and b) Kit Kats, I'm doing pretty well. Sure, I've written prologues for novels that were ten times the total word count of my three posts this week, but I'm trying not to beat myself up over it. You know what they say: writing is the best way to talk without being interrupted, and I'm always being told to shut up.
On that note, I bid you farewell, safe in the knowledge that you won't hear from me again until November.
Allie
Anyway, aside from starting sentences with conjunctions and an insatiable hunger for a) fan fiction and b) Kit Kats, I'm doing pretty well. Sure, I've written prologues for novels that were ten times the total word count of my three posts this week, but I'm trying not to beat myself up over it. You know what they say: writing is the best way to talk without being interrupted, and I'm always being told to shut up.
On that note, I bid you farewell, safe in the knowledge that you won't hear from me again until November.
Allie
Write or Die
(It's not as bad as it sounds. I promise.)
Write or Die is not, as you may have first assumed, my motto in life - though it would be both suitably ironic and fitting. It is, in fact, a web app of extraordinary usefulness. It may even be the only useful app I've ever tried out. (Yes, I'm looking at you, Skeleton-Hand-Thing and Angry Birds.)
Basically, you have to keep writing of your own volition or it will make you. Depending on your word count and time limit, you could find yourself being persuaded into writing no matter how much you want to procrastinate through a variety of simple, yet effective, methods. Cue sirens blaring and terrible boy band music grabbing your attention as you wander distractedly into the realms of Pinterest and Tumblr. I'm not a big fan of negative reinforcement as a general rule, but this app replicates the feeling of pre-exam dread that forces most people into actually doing some work. Not a bad idea.
Check it out here.
Let's write, people!
Allie
Monday 1 April 2013
What can I say? I'm a sheep.
(Not really. It's a figure of speech. Sheep, following each other around? Yeeeah, you gots it.)
I would just like to point out that I would blog if I thought anyone was reading. As it is I'm trying to dig myself out of The Pit of Doom (otherwise known as The Black Plague, the Bane of My Life, or Writer's Block) and my twin sister's frankly creepy timing coincided with the first weekend I've actually got a head start on a new project thanks to a sugar rush of inspiration. No doubt when I go back to said project after this, all my inspiration will be gone. *grumbles*
Merry Easter. Or happy solstice. Or whatever. (MARCH IS DRUNK AND APRIL IS HUNGOVER. CUT ME SOME SLACK.)
Allie
No Post on Sunday
Happy Easter!
Or, y'know, Eostre. Or spring equinox.Or whichever it is you celebrate.
I've spent the weekend with my brother and his family. It was superb- I met the Gruffalo (well, a wood carving of him, but don't tell my niece and nephew that) and performed a very complex Easter egg hunt, resulting in not one, but two prizes. I never knew that Green & Blacks did Easter eggs, let alone 70% mint supreme quality Easter eggs. I thank my sister-in-law for that; her present buying ability remains unrivaled in this (extended) family.
In honour of the passing of Mr. Griffiths, there is not going to be any post on Easter Sunday this year, so I'm going to schedule this for tomorrow. I bid you all goodnight.
Tora.
Still figuring out that title
So, whilst everyone showers one another with medium-quality chocolate, I set myself the task of reviving this blog. Three new posts before Wednesday, all from me, and I shall nag Allie to try to match that. What d'ya reckon? Could she? (She's actually busy posting book reviews and things on another blog, but I'll get her here soon.)
Continuing the endeavor I undertook earlier this... year about reading the books my sister has reviewed on this blog, I shall now present my report:
Starcrossed, by Josephine Angelini
Helen Hamilton, not-so-average American teen, has grown up on Nantucket island with her father Jerry, after her "mom" shot through when Helen was a baby. As always, it - and "it" being the unveiling of Helen's not-so-averageness- began with the cute foreign boy starting her high school, for a couple of seconds after Helen first saw Lucas Delos (one of the teenagers from that massive family just moved over from Spain, talk of the town) she tried to strangle him. For the rest of the novel, things spiral alternatively in and out of control with enough seemingly obvious plot twists to give you whiplash.
I like the ideas that make up this book, the reincarnations of the old stories, the "inescapable fate". The reason it's a little confusing for me to get a grip on is the way it's written, which, depending on how you look at it, could be very well or sort of alright. It's the way the plot is sort of swimming inside the narrative. Helen's viewpoint is very heavy- you experience the story completely through her, exactly as a teenage girl would react to the situations and characters. The plot's a little continuous, but all the other nuances of the story, are personal anti-preferences, so I'll make no comment, and if you want, follow in mine and Allie's footsteps and try the story out for yourself.
See you laters!
Tora.
Continuing the endeavor I undertook earlier this... year about reading the books my sister has reviewed on this blog, I shall now present my report:
Starcrossed, by Josephine Angelini
Helen Hamilton, not-so-average American teen, has grown up on Nantucket island with her father Jerry, after her "mom" shot through when Helen was a baby. As always, it - and "it" being the unveiling of Helen's not-so-averageness- began with the cute foreign boy starting her high school, for a couple of seconds after Helen first saw Lucas Delos (one of the teenagers from that massive family just moved over from Spain, talk of the town) she tried to strangle him. For the rest of the novel, things spiral alternatively in and out of control with enough seemingly obvious plot twists to give you whiplash.
I like the ideas that make up this book, the reincarnations of the old stories, the "inescapable fate". The reason it's a little confusing for me to get a grip on is the way it's written, which, depending on how you look at it, could be very well or sort of alright. It's the way the plot is sort of swimming inside the narrative. Helen's viewpoint is very heavy- you experience the story completely through her, exactly as a teenage girl would react to the situations and characters. The plot's a little continuous, but all the other nuances of the story, are personal anti-preferences, so I'll make no comment, and if you want, follow in mine and Allie's footsteps and try the story out for yourself.
See you laters!
Tora.
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