Tips For Writers, From a Writer

Okay, so I know I don't know everything, and you may or may not enjoy this...but I'm going to give you a list or two of things that could help you out with your writing, so you can write in a way that you'll enjoy writing...but also make sure others enjoy it.

• Write about something you're inspired to write about.  Unless it's for a class, and you're required to write something you don't really care about, write about something that inspires you.  Write about something that just BOOM pops into your mind.  It will mean a lot more to you, and you'll be more likely to write more often, and enjoy writing it.
• Write in a way that would make it interesting for you to read.  If you enjoy reading it, it's likely that others will as well.
• Talk about your ideas with friends, and family, and fellow authors.  Friends have the wonderful ability to completely encourage you, (or if they're Gavyn, build you up while tearing you down) and family knows your strengths and weaknesses, they can help you with that.  And with the fellow authors, they can help you think about it critically.  People have a hard time thinking about their own work critically....
• Go through the story twice.  Once when you write it the first time, while your creative juices are flowing, and once again when you're done, to catch errors, and fix plot gaps.  Then turn it over to either a professional editor, or a friend you know is infamous for correcting other people's grammar and punctuation, and reading lots of books.  They'll know what you need to fix and things like that.
• Don't beat yourself up too much when you realize how many mistakes you've made, after all, we all make them.

• And most of all...have fun.

~Katie :)

HAY IN MAH PANTS!!!

Okay, so you remember me telling you guys about this hay ride I was going to go on?  And how I was somewhat excited for the food?  Well...guess what.  THE ACTUAL HAY RIDE WAS MORE FUN!!!  I LOVED the hay ride.  It was UP and DOWN and in CIRCLES, and over BUMPS, and we threw hay at each other!!!  There were two trailers, and when the trailers got close to each other, we would throw hay at each other.
I shall start at the beginning...
We started out at the church at 6:00 PM, and all climbed into a bus.  I was really quiet and shy, because I didn't know anyone, but soon these two guys climbed on, named Justin, and Michael, and they began being goofy.  Michael was hilarious.  He had a wolf mask, and he kept putting it on and sticking his head out the window, and he and Justin acted gay part of the time.  But I don't think they really are.  I think they're just crazy guys.
Dude, my face is burning, and the fingers on my left hand are kinda warm, and the fingers on my right hand are cold....so weird.
So, anyway, we got to this place out in the woods and stuff, and were told we could explore while hotdogs were being made, so we all explored, and I loved it, and then we went back and ate a bunch of hot dogs.  Well, okay, I only ate too.  If I'd eaten more I woulda got sick.  I'm strange that way.
Somewhere during all the food eating, Justin 'strangled' Micheal, and apparently he blacked out for a few seconds, and felt like he was in a dream for like 2 hours...then he kept going on about it.
We then had devotions about being the same person you are on Sunday on all the other days, and vice versa.
We then went to the trailers!  There were two of them, because there were a lot of us.  I kind of followed Micheal, and three girls that were with them, because they seemed like the 'coolest' people to hang out with.  You know, nice, funny, stuff like that.  Well, Micheal helped one girl into the trailer, then the next, then the next.  I climbed up, then he turned around and said, "Oh my goodness, I forgot to help you up, I'm so sorry!"  And he gave me a hug, and I laughed, and said, it was okay, and hugged him back, then we all sat down.
THEN, we went hayriding.  Up and down, and all around, and into water, (that was terrifying) and into circles, and up hills and down hills, and the trailers chased each other and threw hay at each other, which was totally awesome, and I was all for it, and ooooohhhhh, it was so much fun!  And when we were ending, the wheels of the tractor spit mud at us.  Yucky, cold, wet mud.
In between the first part of hay riding, and the second, we stopped on top of a big hill to stretch our legs, and look at the stars.  Remember Micheal?  Okay, so again, he was helping girls down, and this time, he said, "Okay, I'll help you down this time!"  And he did.  And I accidentally stepped on his foot....  He said it was okay, and stuff like that, but I felt really bad.  But yeah, I was really impressed by that.  It was pretty cool.
Then, at the end of the actual hay ride part, we went back to the bonfire, where we had--hey where did the word bonfire come from anyway?--S'MORES!!!  They were the strangest s'mores I've ever had.  They were on a cookie!  You know how they make chocolate coated cookies?  Well, we took two of them, and squashed a huge marshmallow in between them.  They were actually pretty good, but also really messy.
And slightly before the s'mores, Micheal and I were talking, and I told him that he reminded me a bit of a guy that used to go to my school, except he was shorter, and not as skinny.  And he really does!  Though now that I think about it, his hair is darker too.  And I think he's more confident than the other guy.
But yeah, I had fun.
And I met a guy named Keith, and a girl named Angel, and a girl whose name I can't remember, but who sat on me by accident, and I finally figured out the youth pastor's name, at least I think I did.  I'm pretty sure it's Kip.  But some of them call him PK.  And there's a little kid named Kayden/Caden/Kaden/Cayden.  But I'm used to spelling it Kayden, because I have a friend named Kayden.
Anyway...idk what to say now.
Goodbye
~Katie :D

Writing, Writing, HAY RIDE!

Okay, so as I'm sure you've gathered, I've been writing, and I'm going on a hayride.  I'm going on a hayride with the new youth group that I started going to in this town.  It's a really big youth group.
The hayride is only $1 and apparently they will supply lots of food.  I don't know how fun it will be, but I hope it will be really fun.
And I've been writing a book.  Other than that, there's been nothing up.
Goodbye.
~Katie :):

Hello All

I have a question for you.  Are you kind of like me?  You don't want to conform to anyone else?  You want to be you, no matter what the popular kids say, no matter what they like, you will like what you like, and even if they're mean to someone you won't be mean to them?  Okay, well I was mean to someone that everyone else was mean to once, but that's because we were friends and he hurt me beyond fixing...it had nothing to do with anyone else, but everything to do with the fact that I genuinely didn't like him.  Most people I'm okay with.
My blogger thingy looks weird.
But, at the same time, do you also make sure to like everything that they don't like, and to dislike everything that they like?  What if you found a really really cool band, and you loved it, but then you found out that the bratty popular girl loved the band, and her favorite member was the same one who was your favorite member?
Would you still like it?  Huh?  Would you?  Or would you think something more like, "Oh crud, she likes the band, and she likes him, so now I have to hate the band, and hate him.  *Sigh* he was so cool....but she likes it, so it's all messed up."
Well...what if you also get all irritated at all those people who listen to what the popular kids, who don't really like something, but act like they do because, "it's popular."  You're just as bad as them!  Do you know why I say that?
BECAUSE YOU'RE STILL LETTING THEM DECIDE WHAT YOU THINK!!!  You're still deciding that if they like it you don't, they don't you do. If you liked it before they did when they do, you have to stop, if you didn't like it before they didn't like it, you have to like it.  You're being just as fake as the popular-people-followers.
And you should stop it.  Yes, I've been guilty of it too.
But no, I DON'T like Thrift Shop.  I don't like Gangam Style either....  I DO like The Fox, even if the annoying popular kids who can't even sing it right do, I don't like The Snake, because it's a disturbing gay/high guy.  I do actually like Rebecca Black, (minus Friday, I don't particularly like that song, but I like the parodies) and I do like the game Crush the Castle 2.
I like what I want, when I want, how I want!  RAWR!!!  Boy, do I feel empowered.
And I didn't even have to wear a bikini to feel that way!!!  Yeah, they used to call Bikini's power suits, and said that they would empower women.
Yup, they empower women to walk around in their underwear, and not get into trouble for indecent exposure.  Just the thing every woman wants.  Ha.
And furthermore, I've always liked Taylor Swift, and never been to fond of Miley Cyrus, and I don't get why they always get compared.  Just like I don't see why Lord of the Rings, and Narnia always get compared.  And I like them too.  And I've always liked tomatoes, and Brussle Sprouts with Cheese, and I've always hated lima beans, and I've almost always disliked peas, but once I tried by itself, and it was disgusting, so I no longer like peas.  I did strange things when I was a child.
Come to think of it...I still do strange things.
I'm super psyched.  I might be getting a job!  And at Sonic!  Here's my "life plan" in no particular order.
Get a job.  Get a job at Sonic, get my CDL, become a truck driver, graduate highschool, take a few college classes at a community college for things like writing, and movie making, maybe go to a Bible college, but idk what for, get married, have kids, write books, make movies, stay saved, build my dream house--a house with an attic, basement, first and second story, and tons of room for books--and open a shelter/camp/retreat thingy for abused girls/women.
I'll be busy.
And I'll be turning 16 next month on the 18th, and I'm going to have a Renaissance themed party.  Yay!
I'm cold.
Goodbye.
~Katie :)

Crazy Mouse!

Okay, so I am at the library in the town that my mom's fiancé lives, and it's absolutely crazy!  I try to move the mouse on the computer and it goes WHOOSH, way to the other side of the screen!  By the way, just so you know, I will be putting some pictures on here sometime, of stuff...and...stuff...probably my room, when I get all my stuffehz in it.
I have to save up 1,300 dollars...I also need a job.  Here is why I need to do that: The place my money shall go.  I want to get the one on the far left.  I have discovered that I very much like Macs.  They work better than most Windows computers I've used, though so far this one seems to be working well.  Yay!
I'm writing another book...who's surprised?  Yeah, me neither.  It's what happens when I'm bored in English class.  But shhh, don't tell Mrs. B, I don't want her to keep me involved :p  Aren't I a rebel?
I also need to work on editing my current book (Adventure of a Lifetime) because my mom won't.
I probably won't hire an editor for this one, because I can just ask myself the same questions he asked on The Unnamed Legend.  I'm a really good critic.  Especially when it comes to criticizing myself.  Like, last year, I got 2 Bs, and I beat myself up forever--and still do some--for one of them, because the only problem was that I forgot I needed Current Events!  I plan to do better this year, and make all As.  As of now I think I have all As, even in math!  It's a low A...but it's still an A!  And the first nine weeks is almost up!  Yay!
But yeah, about the questions, I'm meaning things like, "Is this supposed to be funny?  Uhhh, what are you talking about?  Why does this sound strange?  Where did you mention this before?  This doesn't really add to the story, I suggest removing it."  Things like that.  If I ask myself stuff like that, I can be my own editor.  NO MERCY!!!  Okay, maybe a little, but for the most part...NO MERCY!!!
Maybe someday I'll print it out and have some of my friends read it.
So far, with the story I've been writing at school, Anjulah (my friend and fellow classmate, the girl who I don't have to kick out because she isn't girly,) likes it.  Gavyn on the other hand criticizes it....
Granted, he has some right to criticize the first part, and it will be changed somewhat.  Right now the person doesn't sound like Gavyn, who he is based off of.  In the beginning it doesn't sound like him anyway.
See, there's three people I have based off of others...Devyn is based off of Gavyn (I had to have the y, because for some reason I like it...don't ask y....) Anjulah is based off of...Anjulah, and her name will probably be changed to Amber, if only I can remember to change it, and Kai is somewhat based off of me.  I also have a family tree for the bad guys, because it was so hard to figure out who's related and how and all that junk.  But I figured it out ^_^
Oh well, I gotta get to writing now.  Goodbye.
~Katie :)

I'm Making a Vlog!

I decided I was going to make a "vlog," so I videoed myself yesterday, edited it today, and am now exporting it to my flashdrive, and then I will put it on youtube :)  And here too of course.  Not that youtube will care much about it.  You will though!  I hope...maybe...if you feel like caring....
My First Vlog!!!
There's my first vlog.  Farewell.
~Katie :)

Two Things to Speak of on this Fine Day

Okay, so the first thing I wanna talk about is movies.  Or maybe I should say ARE movies.  Eh...see there's a reason I'm not going to be an English teacher.  I can point out problems (such as; "your going to the gym with you're mom right?") but honestly, I have no clue what a predicate is.  And I'm not only an author, but a 10th grader.  You see, you don't need to know that stuff for life!  Math unfortunately is needed....
Anyway, what are movies?  Movies are stories displayed as pictures.  Awesome, right?  Eh...sometimes.  I love a good movie as much as the next person...but movies almost always have happy endings.  And that's depressing!  Because, no matter how much I might want it, or someone else might want it...life isn't a movie.  Life doesn't always have happy endings.
Sometimes the main character kills themselves...or they die in a wreck...or due to abuse they just shut down, and don't open up to anyone...they practically turn into a hermit...which isn't good.
Sometimes the person gets MURDERED.
In most movies...that doesn't happen.  The girl who was going to commit suicide is stopped by her best friend who just knows something is wrong.  The person doesn't die in the wreck, but their friend does--which is sad, and stuff, but still that wasn't the main character, right?--and they're left with depression, which they eventually get over, and they go around all happy and stuff--so not real life, the abused person manages to overcome the abuse--which in some cases they do, but in others they don't--and have super happy friendships and all that crap.
But real life isn't like that.  In a movie someone gets kicked out of their house.  What happens?  Someone comes along, and rescues them.  Always.  But it's not always like that in real life.  The popular bully ends up realizing the error of her ways, begs forgiveness--and even if she doesn't they end up being friends anyway--and the bullied girl is super sweet, and forgives them, and omw they are bff's forever and always, and never will be parted....  Yeah, I kinda doubt that happens in real life.  In real life either the bully never realizes--or if she does, doesn't say anything--and if she does realize and begs forgiveness the bullied will still not want to be around them....  Although there probably are a few cases where they can be friends.
In movies it's love at first sight, they know it, and they go against all odds to be together, they find each other when their old, they kiss, and wa-lah they get married and have little Juniors running around...yay...but that doesn't happen in real life either.  You gotta cultivate the relationship.
Yeah, that was my little rant of the day.  I'll have another one later.
Actually, I have three things to speak of today.  Two topics, and then my life in general.  Do people seriously read my blog?  It's a rather crazy blog.  I applaud you if you can follow along with my conversations I have on here.  I'm kind of ADHD, whoa, my mom is looking at something I reposted on fb.  YAY!  Actually, I'm ADHS.  Attention Deficit Hyper Active--SQUIRREL!  My friend taught me that, and it fits me perfectly.  This is one of those bridge-y things you have in a song...just not in a song.
Next topic...one I'm sure I've explored before, and will likely explore again...FRIENDS!!!
Okay, so how many of you would say that you want a lot of friends?  Me, I don't really care how many friends I have, but how awesome the friends I have are.  I have some pretty great friends...too many to list.  Then there's people that are my "friends" but they aren't very close, and I mostly count my friends as my close friends.  The others are just acquaintances.
What are friends for?  Well, friends are for companionship, and affirmation, and just general awesomeness.  I cannot count the number of times when my friends have given me companionship, or given me affirmation--btw, to those of you who don't know what that is, that's when they remind you that you're worth something.  I have good friends for that.--and oh my word, I could never count the number of times they've made me bust up laughing.
How many close friends do I have?  Well, it actually differs sometimes.  Sometimes I get closer to some friends then I do to others, then that changes and stuff, but I know that there are two people for sure that I could tell anything.  And they've both reminded me things before.  One's a guy, and one's a girl, and they're both amazing.
You already know my feelings about guys as my friends.  I have another guy friend, but since I moved he and I aren't that close anymore.  He's not really the type I could call, just to talk....the other guy friend and I have trouble with talking too much.  So yeah, I can call the other guy a lot.  My only concern is annoying him, because I'm not sure if he's joking or not all those times when he says I annoy the crap out of him.  Yes, that's what he says.
Friends are also the people who can hurt you the most, and make you the most self conscience.  It just depends on what they say, and how they say it.
There was--oh wow, I'm friends with a lot of guys--a guy who used to be like a big brother to me...but he teased...way too much.  And then there were issues with me and his girlfriend, and one day it just got to where I promised myself, that if he hurt me, and let me down like that again--it had been so many times, and this is the big brother who promised he wouldn't just up and ditch me, which he ended up doing several times--I wasn't going to adopt him back.  Because he was more of a teenage girl than me, and I couldn't take anymore stress like that.  So I mostly depend on myself, and try not too trust too much.
So you gotta know that if I trust you...you're my friend, and you're one of the few.
If the afore mentioned people are reading this, yes I'm talking about you.
And there's things I don't just throw around as general knowledge.  In fact, there's one insecurity I've had for over a year, and I FINALLY told someone about it yesterday.  Yeah, one of those two friends mentioned before.
See, friends are absolutely amazing.  And yeah, I think I have talked about this topic before, and said that if you need a friend I'll be your friend, because everyone should have a friend.
Wow, I type really fast, but that's a good thing because I think fast, and sometimes talk fast, and if I typed slow I would forget what I thought, and then you wouldn't have such long blog posts...do you guys like long or short blogposts?  And furthermore, do you prefer glimpses into my life, my opinions, or educational stuff that I've picked up here and there?
Anyway, onto my "life."
I went to my friend Zena's school concert Tuesday, and it was utterly amazing.  There was a beginning band, middle school band, high school marching band, high school choir, and middle school choir.  And I loved it all.
And as we were leaving, there was a group of 2-3 girls and a guy, and one of the girls says, "Hola, senoritas!"  And I shout back, "Hola senoritas, and senior!"  And they laughed.  But I think the guy liked that I didn't call him a senorita, because he called out, "Buenos Nuches!"  And of course y'all might not know what that means, so translated into English, that is, "Hello miss'!"  "Hello, miss' and mr!" And "good night!"
Yeah, it was pretty awesome.  Then I went to youth group, then today, I went to school.
I've decided I want to take up tutoring.  This is a conversation I had at school today.
Me to Gavyn: Do you think I'd be a good tutor?
Gavyn: (annoying, sarcastic, negative, very unserious, teasing response that I don't remember the words of)
Me: No, I'm being serious.  For real, would I make a good tutor?
Gavyn: *thinks*  Seriously?  Yeah, you'd make a good tutor.  Because you're smart.
Me: :) What about a teacher?
Gavyn: NO!
So it's settled.  I'll be a tutor, but not a teacher.  I mean, in a way I already tutor my classmates.  I help them with their work and stuff, 'cause I'm nice, and smarticle like that.  Oh yeah.  Booyah.  Oink.  Random words.  Rawr.  Mmmmmhmmmm.
Okay, yeah, I'm done.  I have to leave the library anyway, and my fingers are getting sore from all this typing :p
~Katie :)

Nanu-Nanu

Okay, so I've met Mork and Mindy (in other words, a TV show called Mork and Mindy,) and I like it!  It's really cool!  It's pretty awesome, I really like it.  One of the things Mork says a lot is "Nanu nanu," it's basically his hello.
One thing I don't understand is why a girl can't be friends with a guy without everyone saying they're soooo in love, and saying they're dating, and stuff like that.  It doesn't make sense.  A guy and a girl can be good friends, without having romantic attractions toward one another.
I mean, seriously, two girls are friends, and everyone just thinks they're friends.  I mean, they can even hug each other, and say they love each other and stuff like that, and people just think they're friends.  Two guys can be friends without people thinking they're in love....unless they hug and tell each other they love each other....at least the way girls do.
But a guy and a girl can be best friends, without hugging, without saying "I love you," and yet they're so definitely madly in love.
I have two close guy friends.  Neither of which I'm dating.  Neither of which I'm madly in love with.  Neither of which I dream about–okay, I have dreams about them sometimes, but not the romantic kind.  I have weird dreams about being related to them...but that's it.– yet people say we're in love.
For example, one of my friends who lives in the town I used to live in, my family knows, and they think that I need to marry him, and bring him into the family.  He's my friend.  Just my friend.  And I honestly don't think I could survive a relationship with him...we'd clash too much.  Honestly, he infuriates me sometimes...like clashing, like...not a good relationship.
Then, I have another friend, who goes to school with me, and our classmates, and even some of the teachers say we're madly in love, flirt all the time–load of crap–and stuff like that.  I could maybe handle a relationship with him, but it's highly doubtful, because he really gets on my nerves.  There's a reason I punch him.  But we don't clash as much as the other guy and I.
Plus, I can go to one of them if I'm having trouble with one thing, and another if I'm having trouble with a different issue.
For one of them...we'll just put his initials KJN, I can go to him if I need help with something to write, and if I'm in a fantasy mood, we can talk fantasy all day long.  I know he's my biggest book fan....  I don't care what my family says...but KJN is really my biggest fan.  He gives me suggestions that I know I'll never use, and suggestions that are actually pretty good ideas....I've also promised that when I make my book into a movie he can be in the movie.  If you wanna buy the book: Paperback, Kindle edition
Now the other guy, again, we'll refer to him by his initials, GWJ...whoa, his initials look cool.  *tilts head to side like puppy and stares fascinated*  And KJN's initials look like KJV. (or King James Version)  *Tilts head to normal position* no more fascination with initials.
Okay, anyway, GWJ has also been there for me...a lot.  He's one of the first people I go to if I have a major problem.  Especially if it involves guys.  He's really really super annoying, but I know that if I have a serious issue he'll take the time to listen.  I think he feels the same way about me.  Ya know, he can talk to me about anything.
I also go to him for homework help sometimes...then again, I also go to KJN for help.  That's the upside to being behind in math.  If you can't get ahold of your math teacher, you can just call two of your friends who have gone through Algebra 1 already!  Awesome, yes?
I guess I also tend to talk to GWJ more than KJN, because I see him at school everyday, but KJN I rarely see anymore, and he's not one of those people you can call just to say hi, and then talk for an hour or so...GWJ is...that's why I call him while I rollerblade.
But see, I can talk to either one about a variety of things.
However...when it comes to straight up boy-talk...you know what I mean girls...when you talk about the guys you're in love with, and all that lovely stuff.
If I talk to KJN about it...he kinda makes fun of me, and acts all...yeah...I don't really know how to describe it...I can kind of talk to GWJ about it...but I kind of think he feels a little awkward when I do...but anyway, when it comes to guy talk, I got my friend that is a GIRL to talk to about them.
Ahh yes...it's a wonder she still loves me.  Lots and lots of guy talk.  *giggles giddily*
You know, I came readily prepared with a real topic, but this kinda took over, and now I'm off!
Until next time....
Nanu nanu.
~Katie :)