“Hair Dye” (Poem)

Recently I dyed my hair. That is the subject of this poem, as you probably guessed from the title.

This was written 21 July 2018. It is day four of my current poetry writing streak.

My hair was meant to be blue

But instead I’m not sure if it’s true,

for it didn’t turn out

as I expected ‘twould.

It’s better than my brother,

who has no blue hair at all,

Despite the fact we tried

to make it so earlier tonight.

Prejudice (Poem)

This was written 16 July 2018.

Hear, hear,

you people around,

come hither and hear

of my adventures around!

I’ve been all the places

I’ve seen all the things

I’ve done whatever is common for human beings!

This adventure,

you see,

is desired by all,

and I’ve had it,

you see,

I’ve had it all!

All who desire to go on such trips

should listen carefully

to my masterful quips.

You have a lot to learn

before you live among true men,

for we look dissimilar enough

for them to realize

We don’t fit in!

But how can they see we’re different,

you ask,

they can see it, it seems,

with their eyes and their minds.

We don’t look like them

so we must not be the same,

they think,

and they’re both right and wrong

to think such.

For while we’re not strictly human,

we’re not not human either.

We’re just different,

but not, it should be,

to a noticeable degree,

at least from the people I’ve seen.

But they disagree

as you’ll notice right off.

A lot of them are nice,

as you’ve heard and expect,

but some are rude

when you’ve been perfectly polite.

There’s no reason for it,

but they will think you

don’t look quite right,

for whatever reason,

and treat you different for it.

The best you can do is ignore them

and move on to the humans

you’ve befriended,

listen to the nice ones,

take their words to heart,

for they’ll think of you

for who you are

rather than who they see with their eyes.

“A Love Letter to Wifi”

Written 18 July 2018.

I’m working on writing a poem every day. This is day one of this streak.

Why do I not have wifi?

I’m trying to waste the time

before I am forced to leave

for work, important but un-fun.

Come back, please, wifi,

don’t leave me alone,

I need you to function,

without you life drones.

Art Style

My drawing style has changed a lot in the last few years. This is especially noticeable when I compare the first drawing in my current sketchbook to my most recent drawings of the main four in Mystical Warriors. That drawing is in my portfolio. This is the third distinctive style I’ve had over the years. It is still somewhat comparable to an “anime” style, but it is more realistic now than it was before. I hope I keep this style for a while, but who knows how long it will last? It will definitely change in the future, all with the developing abilities of an artist. It happens, it’s expected, it’s welcome, it’s evidence of progressing skill.

 

When I originally wrote the majority of the text for this post more than a year ago as a journal entry, I remarked:

I also received feedback from [two of my friends] about the transformation of my art style–[friend 1] likes my current style best! [Friend 2] said she thought I was really good at drawing people. [The girl I had just met days before] didn’t have much to say, but she’s quieter, and doesn’t know me well.

More recently I have not spent as much time drawing, but my style is still similar to then.

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Improving Productivity

First, this is simply what I am trying to increase my productivity and get more done, specifically for my writing.

Between working two jobs, writing for Over the Invisible Wall, and keeping this blog posting every day, I feel really busy. At the same time, I don’t think I’m spending enough time writing or generally working on my creative projects. A lot of my free time is whiled away on the internet, especially Discord. Chatting with my friends is great, but I want to direct more of my time to good use.

Recently, I was late for work for the second time in almost a year. I forgot when I worked and left home when I was supposed to be signed in. I have my schedule in my phone with calendar alerts so I can’t forget. But I still forgot. So I bought a large journal from Walmart for about $5 and I’ve been writing down when I work the current day, when I work tomorrow, and a to-do list. Anything I don’t finish goes to the next day’s list.

I also started getting up an hour and a half earlier every day. I was staying up late and getting up at about 10 am. I decided to change that so I’d have more time before I left for work to write or get other things done. Now I’m getting up closer to 8:30 and I hope to change that to 8 once I adjust better.

Even with this, I still feel unsatisfied with my creative output, but I’m only just establishing a habit of it. I’m forcing myself to write a poem every day. Some of them have been unsatisfactory because I didn’t have an idea for a poem but I wrote one anyway. At some point it will be better and I’ll get ideas when I go to write because I’m programming myself to be that way.

I’ve only just started, but I think this, making a list, checking things off, getting up earlier, etc. will help me be more productive and finish more in shorter amounts of time.

My Trip to Millstadt

Last week I used my day off to take a trip to Millstadt, IL. If you didn’t know, I’m writing for the Millstadt News magazine once a month. This month I was researching the old drug store. The problem: I couldn’t find the information I needed online. So I drove about forty minutes one way to go to the Millstadt Library and interview two of the pharmacy’s former owner’s children.

I learned a few things:

  1. Know ahead of time if a certain library has the necessary resources available by calling them or looking it up online. I wasted a good deal of my day sitting in the Millstadt Library, unable to get any further in my research. A different library had the old newspapers I wanted to look at, but I didn’t have time to go there.
  2. Plan for an interview by having questions you think you want to ask. Some of these may not need asking during the interview, depending on what you learn and what you already know about who you’re interviewing or the topic you’re trying to learn about. Going into my interview, I had questions based on misinformation because my research didn’t give me a clear picture of things. This is okay. Ask new questions that you think of based on what you learn.
  3. Be sure to ask if you can record the interview so you can double check details and will not miss anything. I forgot to ask about recording my interview. I know I lost some interesting details that were shared because I was in the middle of writing down the previous thought.

It was a good trip, worthwhile overall. For the amount of time I spent, though, I would have liked it to be a bit more productive. If I take writing-related trips in the future, to Millstadt or elsewhere, I will be better prepared as best I can. As this was my first, I went in rather blind.

Deleted Drafts “The Etaloniy Story” 3

Five years ago I began writing a story about a girl named Etaloniy Whitlock. The result was quite the disaster of a story. Because it is rather long, I have split what I have of her story into three parts. Part one went up two weeks ago and part two went up last Wednesday.

5: MOM TO THE “RESCUE”!

After assessing the situation, she walked right up to the police officer pinning Clamal to the building. I stand there in complete shock, with my mouth open as I watch her. I force myself to move closer so I can hear her.

“…So you can’t let me take custody over her unless her mother doesn’t show up within twelve hours?”

“Lady, I told you — as soon as her mother shows up, you can transfer responsibility for the offense over to yourself.”

“What happens if any other family members come and admit the family relation?”

What was she trying to do?! I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“Mom! Mom, can we go to the mall?” I hurry over before she can ask any more questions.

“No, we can’t. If you like you can find an outfit in one of the shops here in the square.”

“Please! Please! I told you — they don’t have the new shirt that I want!” I have to get her away from this police officer!

“FIne, you can go to the mall, but you have to pay with your own money.”

As I walk away I say some things in a language my teacher at school said is called English.

~~~~~

I go home after spending fifteen minutes at the mall, not actually having wanted to go when I remember my cake!

I don’t expect to find the piece I had first cut for myself — Bran probably ate that one. I’ll cut a new piece, eat it, and go back to the square to make sure Mom didn’t get arrested.

~~~~~

After rushing to the square, I look over and see Mom — chained on the police rack next to Preana! I facepalm myself, but resist the urge to go over to her, not wanting to get arrested myself.

6: JAILBREAK!

I call our home with my cell and quickly fill in Bran on what’s happened. I say it in a language I made up several years ago that only my siblings and I know. He knew my message was important as soon as I started using it.

He promised to hurry over to help me get them away from the police.

~~~~~

They showed up thirty minutes (thirty minutes!!) later and asked me in Fintalarkan if I had a plan.

I said I did, but wasn’t sure if it’d work.

“What’s it?”

“Well…”

“Out with it!”

“We get arrested and then pick the locks to escape. Or we can go home, get the rubies that belong to use cause they’re on our property, and after selling them, pay the fees to get Preana, Mom, and Clamal released from jail tomorrow.”

“…Tomorrow! Why not today!” Bran asked.

“Cause on a case like this, meaning one involving Rubies, they’re tried, or taken to court, before put in jail. We have to wait till tomorrow after they’ve had their appearance in court.”

“Oh… Why does it work that way?” Bran hadn’t been to school long enough to figure that out on his own, it seems, even in third grade.

“Because of Wheenman… The monster hates when his precious rubies are tampered with…”

“Oh… I guess let’s go home, then…”

We go home quickly and when we get there revert back to the native language of M’lenkaa, Lenkaan.

When we get there after a long walk, we’re not quite sure what to do… It’s almost dinner time and only Clamal and Mom know how to actually cook… Then I think about the frozen meals that only require being put in the oven at around 350 degrees or 400 degrees.

“I got it! Frozen pizza!”