I started to self-harm back when I was fourteen. Junior high was rough and high school was looking even rougher. I was a complete social mess and it seemed I would always fall for the wrong guy. Th…
Actually wrote most of this last summer, but did a slight bit of editing and just posted it up.
In our current society we have many harsh troubles. The economy is failing, wars rage on, rebellions have sprung up around the world, whole countries suffer the effects of drought and famine, disea…
I found the satire I wrote on homosexuality a couple years back. Thought I might share it.
Do you ever wonder about how an author would describe you in a novel? Not only your appearance but the way you talk and laugh and hold yourself and all the expressions on your face?
#I DIDN’T UNTIL JUST NOW #omg #everyone tell me how you’d write me this instant
Or just a couple of these things. That would be really cool, and I will return the favor if I can.
Different writing styles and everything come into play. It’s a pretty interesting concept to think about.
What you might think is not good or moving enough, there’s always others out there who will be greatly moved by your work.
Wrote a poem about it. Not happy with myself for starting that up. I really never wanted to ever. Oi…
That line I said about my scoliosis pain gave me a tidbit of inspiration.
Opening weekend of the play I’m in, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead, went spectacularly!
I have been complimented by a lot of theatre veterans on my performance and it makes me feel confident and excited and really 100% accepted as one of the group.
Perhaps theatre is what I should pursue in life. Acting and writing are about the only two things I can really get into and give my all and still end up happy and satisfied with my life in the end.
On a fun sidenote, my character(The Player) seeps into my real life speech pattern and gestures at least for a bit after every rehearsal/performance and it entertains people.
One more weekend to go. I have to admit, this show was quite difficult but I’m going to miss the hell out of it.
Well I just churned out a new poem but to be honest it seems kind of bullshitty. It’s like I’m stuck writing about this dumb crap and I hate it. Any insight or comments or anything, as always, are appreciated.