I know, this is VERY late, but I’m finally passing the Picasso Award on. (The image won’t work, so you get a link.)
I know I’m supposed to pass it on to 7 people, if I understand, but most people I’d like to give it you already got it, so I’m passing it on to:
- Sarah J. Maas http://sjmaas.livejournal.com/ who doesn’t blog obsessively like I do, but when she does, it’s awesome. She’s not published yet, but the second she is, I’ll rush to buy a copy of her book. (And you should too.)
- The women who run Let The Words Flow http://letthewordsflow.wordpress.com/. Their blog is what I’d been looking for: a blog by Fiction Press peeps. There isn’t that much out there concerning FP… SJ Maas is among those people running the blog.
- Cassandra Jade http://cassandrajade.wordpress.com/. I’ve just started reading her blog and I like it so far.
- And even though Courtney Reese, who passed the award to me, already got the award, she really does deserves it: http://courtneyreese.wordpress.com/. She’s also unpublished but I cannot wait for her first published novel, just based on her blog posts about her novels. She’s busy writing/plotting three series! I’m really hoping that in, let’s say… three to five years, I can buy her first published novel.
- Kelly Reese, Courtney’s cousin and critique partner, has just started her blog and so far I’m liking it: http://kellyr1187.blogspot.com/
7 facts about me:
- I love languages and so far I speak French and English fluently, Dutch kinda fluently, I’m in the process of learning Spanish and Italian and I’d love to learn German. Maybe Swedish too.
- I’ve loved writing for the past two years, but my passive love for making up stories goes further back, all the way to my eight-year-old self who loved reading. Actually, probably all the way back to two/three-year-old me who had an active imagination. I have a picture of myself aged 2/3/4 on the armrest of the couch, probably using it as a train. In another, aged 2, I’m cooking. (Not for real, obviously.) And I always preferred making up my own games to ready-made games like Monopoly, hide-and-seek and Twister. And I’ve always been obsessed with notebooks and pens.
- I had appendicitis when I was almost 10 years old and because I used to fake being sick very often, my dad didn’t believe me when I said I didn’t feel well. That was early morning. Fast-forward to me lying in bed pale as a snow and puking my guts out. That’s 7/8 pm. Midnight, or maybe eleven, I was finally operated on. Why so much later? Because the doctors at the damn hospital weren’t sure. “What if we operate and it was all for nothing?” A sonogram and the doctor says… “Where’s your appendix?” Oh, whoopsie! It’s burst and the liquid in it is floating around your stomach and could kill you if we don’t do something now. Idiots.
- I have over a dozen scars and I wouldn’t get them removed for anything. Each one has a memory and makes me feel tougher than I am (physically I mean). Because honestly, my 12- and 9-year-old siblings, sister and brother respectively, are both physically stronger than me and both have beaten me in arm-wrestling. Pathetic, right? Because if you haven’t noticed, I’m almost 16-years-old.
- I’m French and I’ve lived in France for a little bit more than two years and… I hate living here. That’s because inside, I don’t feel French. And I don’t really feel Dutch or South African, but I do feel more connected to The Netherlands and to South Africa. But really, what am I, nationality-wise? I guess that I’m European, like my best friend said. (She’s Spanish/Irish with five languages in her life.)
- My personality has never changed. My best friend admires me for this, because a lot of people our age change to please their friends and to fit in. I have never changed the way I am so I’d be accepted. If people don’t like me for who I am, I say “F*** you, I’m not gonna change for you.” In my head, of course. My personality has only matured, evolved, but it hasn’t drastically changed. My best friend, who I love like a sister, also said that I never think “What’s wrong with me?” when people don’t accept me and she used to do this all the time and would then change. She also likes that she can say whatever with me and I won’t be the least bit surprised. (Seriously, talk to me and mention that you think penguins are awesome when we were talking about something else and I won’t bat an eyelid.) Can you tell that I love what my best friend thinks of me? Well, to not sound self-obsessed, because I’m not (just a little-ittle-ittle-ittle-ittle-ittle-ittle-ittle-ittle-ittle-ittle-ittle-ittle-ittle-ittle bit) (I LOVED the movie Great Balls Of Fire!), I absolutely love my best friend and I love who she is. She is awesome and loyal and ambitious and kind and funny and beautiful. (Even when she doesn’t believe she is.)
- I’ve probably mentioned this already somewhere on my blog, but this deserves repeating: my family means the world to me and I truly do NOT know how I would keep going if one of the four of them died. I have to admit, that’s my biggest fear. Ever. There is nothing that scares me more, not my own death and not heights. Not even being a failed writer. (Which should tell you how much that scares me.)
There, you know more about me. Feel free to leave a comment with as many random facts about you as you want. (1 or 10, I don’t care. I’ll read and reply.)
Yesterday I was home sick and I ended up… finishing the outline of my novel! I had 25 chapters plotted when I woke up and 50 chapters and an epilogue when I went to bed. I also wrote a few hundred words, read a bit, saw two movies and did homework. All in all a very productive day, but more about the plotting.
Let me show you plotting/outlining-haters why it’s the best thing in the world to outline:
- First novel: no outline, incomplete.
- First novella (which I called a novel): outline, complete.
- A couple novels: no outlines, incomplete.
- Second novella (which I also called a novel): outline, complete.
- More failed novels: no outlines, incomplete.
- First complete novel: outline, complete.
See a pattern here? Outline=complete. I’ll accept that there are writers who can complete a novel without an outline, but I’m sure that if you’ve never finished a novel in your life, it’s because you didn’t have an outline. (Or didn’t like the stories.)
I used to HATE outlining, but now I love it and it’s become my best friend in writing. (Along with my laptop, Scrivener, and my multiple whiteboards and notebooks and pens. Okay, I have a lot of best friends. :).)
I have too many goals
Really. For this year, I’d like to have accomplished this by December:
- Playing with Darts complete
- Kenna’s Choice edited and proof copy printed
- NaNo novel ’10 plotted and written
- Movie’s script rewritten and then movie shot and edited and uploaded on youtube
- 3 short stories written
- 12 poems written
Which brings me to this…
The only way I can accomplish those things is if I become a full-time writer. Unfortunately, I’m in high school and not even 16. I can be a full-time writer in 2 and a half years MINIMUM. My only way would be to drop out at the end of this year. This frustrates me to no end because I like learning and I don’t truly hate school, it’s just that I don’t like the French school system.
- Treasure Planet: I loved this movie! It’s a sci-fi Disney version of Treasure Island and are you allowed to have a kinda crush on an animated character from a Disney movie? ‘Cuz James “Jim” Hawkins is yummy.
- Single White Female 2: The Psycho: It sucked. It was like soft porn. Honestly! And the dialogue was awkward and the characters acted like teenage bitches.
I’m currently reading Wintergirls by Laurie Halse Anderson, one of my many favorite authors. Unfortunately, I’ve started reading The Sweet Far Thing by Libba Bray, The Forest of Hands and Teeth by Carrie Ryan and A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess. Oh, and I’m reading “No Plot? No Problem?”
I’ve seen A Clockwork Orange three times, so I thought it was time to read the book. (That movie is NOT for delicate people.)
Okay, that’s it. Whew. Took me time to write all that. Now I’m gonna shower then read then sleep then wake up and not go to school! Oh, right, haven’t mentioned that here.
IT’S SNOWING! Finally. I’ve been waiting since December for snow and finally, it’s here. And it’s here to stay. The snowflakes are big and it’s cold, so it’s not all melting on the floor/grass/gravel. 🙂 I’m a very happy person right now, because even if it does kinda go away, there’ll be ice, and that means no driving.
So no school for me tomorrow. 🙂