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Write More and Complain Less

Oh internet. How is it that you simultaneously manage to embody in my psyche two paradoxical images: a world of information through which everyone can see everything and all beings are connected, and a soulless black-hole, absorbing all language and ideas and feeding it to no one?

The number of times I've scanned stranger's blogs, only to see the words "Is anybody out there?", "Is anybody even reading this?", "Should I even bother blogging when I'm blogging to no one?" - or words to that effect, makes me sad. To their melancholy questions I reply, yes. Yes you should keep on keeping on. You should keep on writing. Because it is just as important to practice writing as it is to have people read it. The people who's blogs are 'popular' in my experience, are the ones which belong to people who have, in their own way, become masters of language. Their words come alive on the screen. They make us laugh, cry, and think. Great writers (yes, great writers do exist on the world-wide-web. Not just in books with aged covers and dust-coatings three inches thick) always manage to entice the reader into thinking - whether they realise it or not.

Writing frequently helps you develop a style, a turn of phrase, an ease, and a new-found confidence. The bloggers I truly admire are the ones who can churn out thought-provoking entertainment in under ten minutes. But I'm pretty sure most of them haven't been able to do it since birth. Like all things, writing that captures a people's attention (and yes, the internet in this reference is indeed classed as 'a people') requires practice and discipline.

So come on people! Don't complain about your lack of views! Just keep on keeping on and make people want to read your words.

If you hadn't guessed by now, this is my way of telling myself that I need to write more.

00Bunnies

I see bunnies in my neighbourhood. No I don't mean wild rabbits. And I don't mean domesticated bunnies in there hutches through gaps in the neighbour's fence. I mean domesticated bunnies which have been allowed by their owners to roam free in the wilderness. You know, if the wildnerness was a quiet, pretty little Australian suburb.

There are two sets of bunnies - white-ish ones from the pioneer house (the first to let the bunnies loose) and brown bunnies from the house next door (perhaps they've started a free-range bunny club?). Now they started out close to home, hopping about their front yard, maybe venturing a few metres either side. But now they range far and wide! Don't get me wrong, these little fluffballs make my day. When I go out power walking they're a site for sore eyes - making me giggle and coo no matter how bad why days been. I speak to them like naughty children - the one's you can never be really cross at because they're just too damn cute! But I worry about them, you see. My whole family does. They've been taking little trips further and further afield and the other day dad and mum saw one squashed on the road :'( I can't tell you how sad it made me feel. I don't even know the people who own these gorgeous creatures. Before now I never even cared for bunny rabbits - being more a cat person. But seeing their little twitching noses in the early morning frost or late afternoon sun, really made me smile. When they're ears are up they look like the cadbury bunnies ^_^ They're something to look out for - to look forward to. And I genuinely worry about their safety. We all do.

I'm assuming that they're all male bunnies. Cute as they are, an infestation would not be good for the local flora or fauna. But as none seem to be getting any rounder (and I would hope no one in my neighbourhood could be that stupid) I'm guessing they're a bunch of bruising boys. And by bruising I mean round and fluffy and adorable! *Insert squeal*

What can I say? These little fellows have really captured by heart - and all my English skills. It's like I'm talking to babies. And for all those who think it's crazy I'm talking to non-human entities at all, shut up. We all do it.

So all I can do is keep my fingers crossed for the little fuzzballs, and keep patiently reminding them as I stroll by, that they really should stay away from the highway.

Rethinking this

I think it might be best for me to just write in this blog when I have something to say - rather than every single day. I just feel that at the moment it's all a bit of a rushed afterthought. And you know what they say about quality and quantity.

Phantom

I've been up all night watching Phantom of the Opera. *Swoon*

Maybe not hopeless... but probably...

[Referring to my last blog]

It turns out that Meredith Ann Pierce (author of the Darkangel Trilogy and bringer of THE WORST ENDING IN HISTORY besides "And then I woke up and realised it was all a dream") wrote this in an interview:

"Anybody who considers that a satisfying ending is nuts. Take heart! I intend to shift focus to Irrylath and show him as a very human character coming to grips with a life of duty, devoid of personal satisfaction or love. No longer overshadowed by Aerial, Irrylath must forgive himself for his crimes as a darkangel, regain his wings and discover the secret that will set both him and Aerial free. Aerial will learn the high personal cost of surrendering herself, however nobly, to Ravenna's planetary rescue plan."

The last book was supposed to end on the line "Here end for a time the adventures of Aerial. The adventures of Irrylath have only begun". However her publishers vetoed the decision.

So is there hope for this book series yet? I should hope so. But seeing as the last book was published in twenty-one years ago, I'm not so sure. Ms Pierce has made her readers wait two decades and still we don't have a satisfying ending. I doubt one is coming. However, at least I know Areal and Irrylath will end up together. Even if it isn't written on paper.

Betrayed

I feel betrayed. Betrayed by an author I trusted. How could she?! How could she do that to her audience?!!! How could she put us through all that pain and sacrifice only to give us the most DEPRESSING and UNSATISFYING and UNFAIR ENDING as ever I've seen in literature???!!!

The author is Meredith Anne Pierce. The books are the Darkangel Trilogy.

I feel so angry. For years I've waited to read the final two books. Years. Ever since I first discovered Darkangel when I was thirteen in my High School library. It was the first book I borrowed. Recently I found the last two books and I have been addicted. I scarcely put either book down except to eat and sleep. And finally, after years of waiting and hoping, after THREE BOOKS and knowing that in the end, the character who has done nothing but sacrifice must get what she desires most -  the love of her life, to be told this; that she is to be alone and immortal in a body that is not her own (bar one friend who is mortal and will thus die) for eternity; that she will be controlled by another; that, although the love interest can finally love her back she can never see him again; that she cannot see her love because she must rebuild the world and cannot be allowed 'distractions'; that he can never come stay with her because he must rule his own Kingdom; that he may possibly end up marrying his horrid cousin OR (most likely) be alone for the rest of his life; and that our main character, who we have grown to love and respect, is miserable, alone, a slave to a world she alone can save, and in a way, right back where she started.

What kind of an ending is that?

You know what I hate?

You know what I hate? Pedantic, hypocritical, vainglorious megalomaniacs. You know, the sort of person who can never be wrong, never be corrected,  and who always have to has the last word. The sort of person who ignores any opinion that is at all contradictory to their own, and embraces illogical and absurd arguments so long as they are on par with their particular supposition.

The type of person who's value system is diametrically opposed to your own.

The kind of person who uses insults to 'strengthen' their argument.

The sort of person who only truly values their own world view. Particularly if that view means they can demean, degrade and discredit someone else.

I would postulate that this category of person can never hope to have an accurate understanding of the world or themselves - because they are blind.

Sydney

Ok, so I'm in a bit of a rush (story of my life) because I'm going out with the family over night. Let's hope I don't get car sick (and that I start writing interesting things in this blog).

Just a Thought...

It's amazing how words touch the soul.

Cow

If there was a cow stranded on top of your roof, wouldn't it feel a tad surreal?

Apparently that's what happened to one family in the QLD floods. Weird.

http://news.ninemsn.com.au/national/floods/8197266/flood-hit-residents-return-home-to-rooftop-cow

Feeling good

So I'm at my boyfriend's house, sitting in his chair at his laptop while he is out getting something for his father. He is home safe and it is wonderful to see him again :)

Anyway, didn't think I'd get a chance to write anything particularly interesting today, so I thought I'd just tell you that I'm feeling good :) It's nice.

Headache

My head is pounding, aching, screaming, and ripping my thought processes to pieces. I wish the pain killers would kick in.

My boyfriend is traveling back today.  I hope he gets home safely. The sooner the better.

There are massive and devastating floods occurring in QLD Australia. My heart and prayers go out to all involved.

I went shopping today and bought many a pretty thing.

I ordered Dr Martens and they have reached Australia and cleared customs.

And that's all I can think of for now.

Oops!

Great news! I have begun this blogging journey by almost forgetting to write something on day #2. Hmmm. This does not bode well. I should probably write earlier in the day. But since I've written my first two entries late at night, why stop now?

I should probably start thinking of witty things to write about. At the moment I'm just getting used to the idea of writing a blog at all. I mean, how personal are these things?  Well until I can think of something more clever to write about, I might as well just say what is on my mind.

Actually, do you know what I need to write? An introductory entry about myself. After all, you, internet, know nothing much about me. Buuuuut that is something best left for when I am more or less awake. So I'll stick to feelings for now.

At this current moment in time I'm tired (it's been a long and fun day) but happy to be on holidays. I adore holidays. The best thing about university is the holidays. Three whole months of them! Four, if I didn't have exams in November (but sadly, I did. So I have to be content with three). I knew and know many people, in school and university, who get bored a few weeks into holidays. I don't understand that sort of mindset. Some say they miss friends. I say, you can organise to see friends in the holidays. Some say they can't think of things to do. I say, well between books, TV, the internet, games, friends, and THE WORLD, I generally find it pretty easy to find something to do. Perhaps think harder? Or outside the box? Or maybe just write an essay if you're so desperate.  Others say they don't feel intellectually stimulated during the holidays. To that I say again, if you can't think of ways to stimulate your little grey cells without someone telling you how, then maybe you don't have as many as you think?

I'm not saying there aren't countless wonderful things about school and university and tafe and work and whatever else people take holidays from. In many ways I'm finding uni, like school, to be a brilliant experience. However, I never have, and (I'm sure) never will, enjoy anything more than being on holidays with the people I love, taking a break from stress and having all the free time in the world to do what I want with the people I choose. Sometimes family, sometimes friends, most times my boyfriend, and even, occasionally, myself.

Besides my adoration and worship of holidays,  I'm missing my boyfriend. He went away for a couple of days to play video games (I hear that Halo, Halo and more Halo are on the list. Maybe some COD) and do manly things with his male friends. He's been having a ball, which is the main thing. But I'll be glad when he's back safe and sound :)

I guess I should be getting some sleep. Or at least thinking about it. Perhaps I'll read a book? I just borrowed six from the library. That's not counting all the unread books I already have at home. But the beauty of holidays is, I have plenty of time to read them ^_^

A Resolution

I have decided that since I have (finally) created this blog, I should be wholly committed to it. As such, I am going to attempt to write in it every day for a whole year!

Yes, it does sound like one of those resolutions that last for about a week and a half before being forgotten. But I intend to keep this one. Not saying everything I write shall be brilliant, but it shall be something. Perhaps I shall teach you a new word? Or speculate on existential matters? Or simply bitch about my day? Who knows?

My boyfriend made a new years resolution last year to read to me every day. Every. Single. Day. And he kept it. Sometimes it was just a sentence or two, other times we got through several chapters. But we did it nonetheless. And it was brilliant. Wonderful. A fantastic experience. Quite sublime! I applaud his devotion.  SO. Let us see if I can keep a similar commitment. Even if I am only writing to myself.

To my mind, the biggest trial will be the deceptively difficult task of remembering.

P.s. Obviously  days where I have no access to the internet I shall be exempt. It can't be working all the time.

New Beginnings (Originional, I know)

I was never very good at keeping diaries and such when I was a child. I had several, like most girls, but I only a wrote an entry every other month or so. Also like most girls, practically every entry began with me apologizing to the inanimate object for I had neglected it. Pointless as that was. I mean, what did I expect my diary to do? Ignore me? Make catty remarks? Share my secrets with all the other books on the shelf and mock me as I slept? Despite the futility of the gesture, it is one I continued for many years, wasting many lines. 

Anyway, this on-again-off-again diary process culminated in just enough entries for me to re-experience the full cringe-worthiness of my early adolescent mind with just a flick of a page, but not so many as I could be dubbed reliable in that area.
Yet here I am. Prepared to create something that (at the very least) bares some resemblance to a diary. Minus the angst and the knowledge that my secrets will be safe. Obviously.

Like many first time bloggers, this is something I've been considering for a long, long time. And, also like many first time bloggers, it's something I've been putting off. Why? Perhaps because I've been too lazy. And perhaps I've been a tad timid. It's a little awkward, the idea of writing to the world. 
Some would label it pretentious. Others would call it the ultimate expression of creativity. Most would probably dub it therapy. Personally, I'm fine for it to be all three.
What's wrong with expressing your creativity in a self-indulgent medium which enables you to iron out your inner demons?

I kid, I kid. I don't believe blogging is self-indulgent. Not unless the blogger is, anyway. But I do believe that it can expand creativity and give people space to think.

Chances are that no one will ever read this. But that is something I am willing to face. As a writer it is high time I started writing in a new forum on a regular basis. Expand my mind and whatnot.
Who knows? I might learn something. 

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