So I realized, that the point of trying to write a book, is not to please others, but to please myself. I don't see how that is helping my writing process, or should i say processes! Writing when your in the mood doesn't always work, when you stop being in that mood... because then you've stopped writing. And the only thing that will restart it, is to be in that same mood. And then you move on, another book, another stop, another book, and it keeps on going. If I ever find time (and the right mood) to finish them, i suppose i will try and get them published. But hey, no one ever said it would be easy...well...they wouldn't if i knew anyone who could have the grounds to make that opinion. Writing a book, to me, is kind of like writing a blog, pour your heart out, stop and start, find inspiration, whine and worry, wonder who would read it, wonder why you started,... and for us underage's like me, wish you actually liked alcohol, and it was legal for you to drink it, so you could sit at your desk, with a big glass of red wine, and ponder. Ponder what exactly? and why red wine? Well for starters, you would ponder why on earth you decided to make a fourth main character that you are subconsciously basing off of yourself, and also, red wine, because, well I suppose it goes better with the taste of sleep deprivation and insanity then white wine, or hard liquor.

Have you ever written something at 1am? I don't see the difference between the twilight hours and the middle of the day. The walls don't crumble down around me and unleash insomniactic (i think) creativity. If delusions make for good books, then I am way too sane to be writing one. Well, i think about this sometimes, think about what would occur say, if my books all became popular teen novels. I suppose the money would be nice, and i don't think my stuff is THAT bad...well it probably wouldn't be if I had the level of concentration required to finish it.

So tonight I leave you with a question (go off with a bottle of Merlot and ponder it if you wish)
Would it be better to be rich? or intelligent? (relevance is unnecessary in my world)

"I'm falling apart, barely breathing
With a broken heart, that's still beating
In the pain, there is healing
In your name, I find meaning
So I'm holding on. "

A Conversation. Part 6: Give It Away Now

lary: jenny
me: what?
lary: get lost
me: no
lary: yes
me: NO
lary: jenny
me: lary
lary: shut up
me: lalala
lary: i win
me: you lose
lary: i give up
me: so i win?
lary: no, so i win
me: what?
lary: what?
me: huh?
lary: (confused) huh?
*stares*
Mrs. Carrier: girls pay attention.
*look up*
lary: i win.

FIN

A Conversation. Part 5: Larysa Lewyckyj Speaks

lary: i'm bored. tell me something interesting.
me: meh.
lary: tell me something about the science summative.
me: what about it?
lary: is it hard?
me: no
lary: what are the questions?
me: i dunno
lary: jenny, you just did it yesterday
me: yah but i don't remember
lary: nothing at all?
lary: jenny.
lary: JENNY?
me: yah?

FIN

Blast From the Past!!!

Searching through a big box full of large square folders.
Realizing they are vinyl records.
Discovering that my dad has a varied music collection.
Finding Sting, David Bowie, Led Zeppelin, and The Alan Parsons Project (among many others)
Kind of being proud of my dad.

Thus was my adventures through time, in a big box full of vinyl.
Now we just have to get our record player fixed.
Then, oh how the tunes will play.
Raves at my house, we be rockin out to Queen!

The old schoolness of this is thrilling.
I feel very deep, somehow
Now if only i could play the honky-tonk like nobody.
Then, I would be a true old school rock and roller!

For now, i delve deeper into the boxes behind my couch.
Next journey, a big box full of cassette tapes.
I wonder what I'll find...

A Conversation. Part 4: Flat

me: so...what's up?
lary: i did sooo bad on my english summative!
me: no you didn't!!
lary: oh my god! i totally did!
me: oh my god larysa! if you say that again i will shoot you!
lary: no you won't.
me: well i will cut you!
lary: you'd never do that...
me: keep doubting yourself and you'll find out!
lary: you scare me...oh my god! I di-
me: (slap)
lary: what the hell!
me: hey, at least I didn't cut you.

FIN

A Conversation. Part 3: Insanity is an Option

me: larysa
lary: what?
me: i dont know...
lary: then why did you call my name?
me: i didn't
lary: you just did.
me: lary, i think you're going insane.
lary: how?!
me: you're hearing things
lary: you're messed jenny
me: but i'm cool so it works

"What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters, compared to what lies within us."

- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Awesome Oldies

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sJpXR9chRwQ&feature=channel_page

A Conversation. Part 2: Business

Me: What did you do in business today?
Lary: Summatives....again...
Me: Oh...
Lary: Didn't you know that?
Me: Yah, but I wanted to make sure...
Lary: What? We're you planning on ditching?
Me: No....I just like to know these things.
Lary: You are a very strange person.
Me: So i've heard.
Lary: From who?
Me: You
Lary: Just now?
Me: Yahh...
Lary: Oh
Me: Yahhhh....
Lary: Alright
Me: Larysa?
Lary: Yah?
Me: Did you do anything else in Business?

FIN

A Conversation. Part 1: Gum

Me: Larysa?
Lary: Yah?
Me: Do you have any gum?
Lary: No.
Me: Okay
(3 seconds pass)
Me: Larysa?
Lary: Yah?
Me: Where'd you get your gum?
Lary: .... it was my last piece.....
Me: surreeee.....

A Conversation

The next few (1-5 maybe) posts will be short scripts almost. Stages of a fictional conversation between Jenny & Lary. The collection will be titled 'A Conversation' presented by A Guy Walks Into A Bar...Acting Company. Each piece will be separately titled as well. Check out my other half's blog because she posted one too. http://thejumbledlife.tumblr.com/

Update!

location: couch

time: 10:48am

mood: tired



Waking up early on a Sunday is not fun. Why I did I have no idea. My body just loves to torture me with early stomach aches! It's like when I wake up, if I don't get up within 10 minutes, my body thinks i'm being too lazy and sends me these stomach aches, it's annoying as hell I have to say. But now i'm up, have been for about 2 hours. I guess I can't do anything about it now.



So for an update on the blue-blocking glasses trial, I have been feeling tired earlier, and gone to bed earlier too, so thats good. Some days I forget to wear them but it doesn't seem to make a difference. Yesterday i went to bed later than usual (usual as in over the past week.) and yet I woke up early. Something is definitely happening. I still feel tired in the morning but who doesn't right? During school I do tend to get tired but that usually happens so it's nothing new, and I guess the glasses don't promise that. I'm being to lazy in the morning and I think that's what's affecting my school alertness but whatever, i'll live with it.



So I have this Science Unit Test on Monday. It's on Ecology. My Science teacher seriously just loves to torture us. As if exams and summatives aren't enough right? Well I should probably start studying, whatever, tests come and go, no use dwelling on one.