My Writing Side

Perfection. That’s what he strives for. Every punctuation mark and structure choice must be flawless. I will never live up to his standards. He jumps up to the highest cloud in the sky, but needs to go into space to be satisfied. I’m always one step behind him. He is difficult to deal with, with his frantic personality and whatnot. So many ideas keep flowing from his mouth but in turn they clog up my brain until there is nothing else I can think about. Self-control is a big issue. Sometimes he can be a little angel but most of the time he is a ball of fury, scolding me and urging me to keep going. I wish he would leave sometimes, but I know he never will. He takes time to rest and go to sleep once in a while, but not often. I could be spending time with my friends, out to dinner let’s say, and he will jolt awake and throw a tantrum because I have a fork instead of a pencil in my hand. He is definitely not my friend. Not my enemy either. I definitely don’t see him as an idol, but he keeps me writing. I guess he isn’t a bad influence after all. He’s the reason why.

The Addams Family the Musical

Recently, I was cast as Pugsley Addams in the Addams Family the musical. I had been preparing for months with my audition song and it all paid off because I got the part. The musical is all about how Wednesday, my sister, had fallen in love with a human and the entirety of the musical is what happens when they come over for dinner. It has some wonderful songs by Andrew Lippa and the cast looks amazing so far! I think it is going to be an awesome show. Rehearsals have been fun so far and I have my first dance rehearsal coming up. Combine this kooky family with some amazing songs and you've got yourself one spectacular musical!

Lost!

Have you ever lost something really important in your life and then replaced it sort of but then lost the replacement? This is what describes this past week for me. First of all, I lost my flash drive that had everything I had ever written since the beginning of the year, I was able to replace it with another flash drive and rewrite some of the tings that I needed to turn in. I was just about to revise another one of my stories tonight when I realized it was not in my backpack or any nook or cranny of my house. This just makes me want to punch something, but instead I decided to write about. I don't really feel that much better.

Looking in the Attic

A few days ago, I was just rummaging through my stuff in my mother's office and I couldn't find the thing I was looking for. I kept looking and looking and looking until I had looked almost everywhere. The last place to look was the attic. The attic was a mirror of the weather outside. In the summer, it is so hot that I can hardly breathe. In the winter, it is so cold that I need my winter coat to go up there. The stairs are steep and a weathered shade of red. My feet were so cold, I thought about running down the stairs to get my slippers but decided against it because then I would have to endure the entire experience over. I got to the top of the stairs and saw the rows and rows of never-ending boxes filled with useless junk that my father will never get rid of. I had forgotten what I was looking for but started to rake through the piles of paper and old appliances. I got bored after about a minute of this so I decided to go to the secret room that was hidden behind a door with the mirror on it. The lock was rusted so it took me a while to open it. I walked it and it was pitch dark filled with the toys that I had used as a child. I remember sword fighting with my sister there and breaking the light bulb in the process. I left that room to go to the room behind it, where a teepee stood. It was a room of silence. I liked it. I could just stay there for hours. And that is exactly what I did!

The Skin of Our Teeth by Thornton Wilder

Over the weekend, I attended an incredible performance of Wilder's The Skin of Our Teeth, at Fordham University in New York City. Before seeing it, I read the play and was very confused by the plot line. I didn't really understand what was going on because there were dinosaurs and mammoths and so many other wacky things going on onstage. There were times when the actors would stop playing their characters in the middle of an act and say things directly to the audience as themselves. One thing I really enjoyed about the play is that for the third act, as written in the script, the actors have difficulties and many of them are ill. Because of this, they  move the entire audience over to a different theater space and do a quick run through, also written, before the act begins. It is very thought provoking and had so many good actors. I encourage everyone to read and see it!

Time Goes On

The crisp wind of this time slices your face as you walk around.
The vibrant colors of the world piercing your eyes, trying to get a good spot in your heart.
The sounds of the crows blast your ears off in a cemetery.
The pie that your mom has made tastes like the perfect pumpkin.
You smell her beginning to make dinner.

The air sends chills down your spine, making you shiver.You gather around the fire.
The crackling of the bark and the whooshing of the wind become one.
The hot chocolate runs down your throat, coating it with warmth.
The kids all run out to play, flying down the hills and making angels in the fresh powder.
The evergreen tree gives off fumes that draw you around it with your loved ones.

The air has a sweet smell to it when it comes, filled with honeysuckle.
You can spend days outside looking up at the bright blue sky watching the clouds pass.
You feel the soft rain pattering on your arms as it trickles down, cooling you down.
The distinct sound of your rubber boots, rubbing against your feet.
The bunnies have fun frolicking in your garden as the flowers wake up.

Your skin burns as the hours grow longer.
You chase your friends down the street as you hear the ding of the ice cream truck.
The rainbows are painted across the fresh canvas.
The popsicles melt in your mouth as the fruit flavor stains your tongue.
You sit out on your lawn until the wind picks up again.

The Thief of Always

The Thief of Always by Clive Barker is a fantasy novel that I have just begun to read. If you have seen my last post, it was inspired by a theme from this novel. It follows a boy named Harvey who is fed up with the lousy weather and seeks to find some fun at a place called the Holiday House. So far it is an amazing story and I can't wait to get further into it. I love books that have some magic in them. One of the characters in the story Mrs. Griffin says, "Nothing's perfect...because time passes...and the beetle and the worm find their way into everything sooner or later." My personal interpretation of this is that all good things must always come to an end and will always fade away. Nothing can be perfect because nothing stays in this world for too long. Everything keeps leaving this world but as it does, new things come into it!