Writing

Why is it that when we need ideas the most the good ones are hard to come by? Why is the curse of writer's block insistent on becoming apparent when we have a blog post due Monday? Will writers ever be able to summon creativity on demand? Will we squirm under pressure forever? 

When will it end? Have I found so little to write about that I have resorted to writing a blog post of questions? Will I ever be able to control my stream of thoughts, or will it have its own mind forever?

Reading Response

The book I am reading right now is called Winning: It's Not Everything. It's the Only Thing. It's about a girl who is going through great lengths to win homecoming queen, hurting a lot of people in the process.

I am a very competitive person, but I never hurt people. I certainly would not do so for something as frivolous as Homecoming Queen. (Sorry if that offends anyone on the Homecoming Court.) But the author takes it from almost ten different points of view. You have the girl herself, Alexandra, the sidekick puppy, Samantha, the enemy, Sloane, the girl she's using, Ivy, and the new girl, Erin. Plus several other random points of view. It's interesting to see other points of view than the one of the protagonist.

This book is very interesting, mostly because it's like a mean girls book, but from the mean girls POV. I haven't seen anything else like it. I don't really recommend it to anyone, though. I want to know how it ends, but had I known what it was really about I wouldn't have picked it up.

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Ella: Reading response 9/26

Reading Response

The book I am reading currently is called Kill the Boy Band. I picked it up at the library because I thought, "Hey, I hate boy bands, I would like this!" but its actually the opposite of what I thought. It's actually about some girls that were fans of the boy band that went too far. It's still really good, though.
I still have to wonder. What defines a "fandom?" What gave them this idea? And, most importantly, do the fandoms in real life go too far as well? I don't know. I like certain bands, but I haven't been to a concert yet, and I don't own any merchandise except for their albums.
I haven't gotten far enough along in the book to say much more than this, but so far I would recommend this to anyone.

flash fiction

First it was jokes next to the workbench. Then it was hiding in a corner.  No one else knew the damage that one little object could do, but I did. And I ran from it; I ran from it when no one else did. Everyone laughed; they said I was being irrational. But I wasn't. I remembered a time in which that little object caused immense pain and suffering. No one else could remember such a day, but I could. I could see it vividly before my eyes again and again.  And I refused to go near any staple gun ever again.

Comments Week 4

John H: Dear a 14 year old
Trevor: (no post title)

Dear 10 year old

Dear 10 year-old:

I know that it is hard, being ten. People will try to treat you like the child you aren't anymore. But listen to them. When your parents say you aren't big enough to go to a gokart racing track, it is only because they want you to be safe. When your teacher tells you not to tumble on the playground, it is only because they want your limbs to remain intact.
At the same time, it is time to tell your mom to forget the babysitter. It's time to start biking around the block by yourself. You're double digits now! Take some freedom. Develop your own personality. And whatever you do, don't let anyone, anyone, manipulate you.