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Daily Tip: Day 14: Keep On Fighting.
This is so true. I once pressed the wrong button in Word and all the paragraphs just went everywhere and it was completely random 😡
So, I know what it’s like to have to basically start over from scratch.
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Daily Tip: Never stop fighting for what you want.
I was thirteen. Young, naive, foolish: but trying my hardest. And this was my first novel: see I was only in eighth grade. It was 200 single spaced, 12 point Times New Roman font pages. And it consisted of 131,514 words. Yes! I had tried and I thought that story would change the world… but then I realized that in fictional dialogue every person who speaks is given a separate paragraph (to eliminate confusion). That information wrecked my happy dreams. I would and still am continuing to write and every character has their own paragraph… but it still is not quite the same.
Rick Riordan put it this way, “Write because you want to, not because you have to.” He said this too, “Wallpaper your room with rejection letters, if you want to. But don’t give up.” And…
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The Future
The Future by Samantha Landon
It’s undecided,
so hazy,
so divided,
and dim for the lazy.
It lures the successful in,
and keeps the lovers of the past out,
as stable as a tin,
as delicate as a flower.
Twisted in delicate patterns like a spider’s web,
so many dead-ends,
often, it’s what we ponder on as we lay in our beds,
tiny knots and bends.
Changeable to those who will not accept defeat,
irreversible to those who surrender to the hands of destiny,
there are moments where our hearts will skip a beat,
and others where we will sink peacefully.
Bittersweet fate,
unsure and ever changing with every move we make,
filled with love and hate,
as we peer into the muddled future, we are enchanted and overtaken with fear.
La Douleur Exquise
La Douleur Exquise by Samantha Landon
It’s that burning pain when you give her the same look I give you,
It clenches on my heart, like iron bonds, and doesn’t let go.
I am happy for you,
But I don’t know if my heart will ever love again.
Her smile is bright and lights up the room,
Her hair is silky and flows gracefully in the wind,
She can turn a room merry, that was once gloom,
Her hands are clean, like an angel, she has not sinned as I have.
Is that why you love her?
I’m sorry I will never be good enough to make you happy,
But please know, no matter how much you love another,
I will always go those extra billion miles to make smile.
J’taime…
Why I write and My Journey (So Far)
There is at least one moment in a writer’s life where they ask themselves, ‘What in the world drove me to be this insane? Why in the world did this happen?’ When they look inside themselves, they all find different answers, just as we all have different colors. No answer is exactly the same.
When I look inside to why I started to write, there is never just one answer. There are tons and they are constantly changing (Why does this always happen to me?).
When I started, I was six years old and I thought that authors were paid a lot of money just by putting words on paper (Good Lord, how wrong I was!), but after my first story, a two-page remake of the fairy tale, The Princess and the Frog, I felt three things: Exhaustion (From only two pages, can you believe it?), Admiration for the people who had actually managed to write novels and Exhilaration.
Exhilaration, like a whole new world was revealed to me (And in a way, one was). It was scary and exciting and I loved it.
I continued writing, slowly learning ‘their, they’re and there’, the different parts of speech and others. I have written three novels, so far (Though, they are not published yet) and when I got the idea for my books, it didn’t leap a me like a comet, sadly.
It was gradual. Every time I read any kind of book, whether it was good or bad, I wanted, no, craved to be out there, along with the rest of the greats, to be in the Writer’s Hall of Fame. It drove me mad every single day.
But then, one day, it hit me while I was reading Mark of Athena by Rick Riordan (A huge idol in my life). ‘What’s stopping me?’ I thought, ‘There are plenty of authors out there who started young.’ (I started my first book at 11 years-old and finished just before I turned 12).
And as soon as I had that mindset, every single thing became details for a story.
The way my brother ate, my grandmother’s silly, opinionated rants, the feel of the breeze in summer, the way chills ran through my body if I ate ice-cream with my back teeth (My teeth are sensitive to cold things) etc.
It didn’t scare me, I mean, sure it made my head spin with all the sudden ideas, but adrenaline was constantly pumping through my veins and writing became a drug to me. Never had I felt so…free. I could be whatever I wanted and that was the second reason why I chose to write.
But, now, I write for my people. My characters who, all together, make me. Every little detail is a part of me, but they are their own person. When I think of my characters, I think of them as my best friends, not as my puppets to stitch a story together with (Though, there are times where I must act like that).
I write for my people, my best friends. I write for them, I live for them.
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