When I grow up...

Every little kid has a dream of what they want to be when they grow up. For some its an astronaut, others want to be cowboys or a princess. For me I always wanted to have an orphanage. But as we grow older our dreams change, we start to think about the probability of our dreams coming true or we decide that dreams are just make believe like dragons, knights in shining armor, and medieval castles. But just because your older does it mean that you can no longer follow your dreams? That you can't seek to rise above the norm? My dream is no longer to open an orphanage. My dream has grown up with me now I want to be a writer and I have every intention of following that dream until it is no longer a dream but a reality. So maybe dreams don't always come true but don't they always have to potential to come true?

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Speech, the scariest thing I have to do...

If there's one thing that I hate, am bad at and am forced to do its public speaking. Our family just recently moved to Southern Oregon, were we have a lot of cousins. And pretty much all of them are involved in speech and debate club. When we moved I knew there was a very good possibility that I would be expected to join this club. So I came here with a lot a trepidation. You see I am much better with the written word than I am with anything spoken. If I am expected to speak in public, to people I have never met before of just recite something I become very nervous and more often than not queasy. It can be extremely annoying as speaking to people you have never met is an inevitable part of life and public speaking is an invaluable skill to have. Any way, when we arrived here in Oregon to my horror (but not my surprise) I found that my worst fear's were completely founded in reality and then some. Not only was I expected to participate, if I wanted to go visit my old home and family I would have to start this year and not get to wait until the next school year as I had planned. I was faced with an impossible dilemma. On the one hand I wanted nothing more than to get the chance to visit my home, which I dearly missed, on the other I had no desire to face one of my very worst fears. And the worst part of it all was I had no speech to preform which meant that the only option for me was the dreaded impromptu. Impromptu speech is where you go in an room and are given three pieces of paper. Each of these papers has a word phrase or saying, then you have 2 minutes of prep time, then the actual speech which can be any where between one and 5 minutes. Going into a room completely unprepared is scary even for people who like speech. So when I was faced with the prospect of having to do this I was to say the least, terrified. But I decided that I needed to overcome my fears and just do it. I cant say it was exactly that easy but I did it I didn't win any thing or even break to semi-finales. But I did get the satisfaction of knowing I conquered my fears and gave it 100% and that's all that counts. Now I'm already making plans for next year. I want to do something that will let me put my love of writing to use, so I think I'm going to do a biographical. A biographical, or bio as its called, is where you write and 10 minute speech on a person of your choice. I like this because you have to write it yourself. Your only allowed to have 30% of the speech not be your own original work. I think the writing part sounds like an amazing opportunity to work on my writing skills, the speech part is a little scary but I know from experience that I'll be okay!!!

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Books

Books are one of the best things in my life. There is so much information to be gained through reading. I love all kinds of books but stories are my true passion. I not only write them but I also read them I'll tear into any story I can get my hands on. One of my very favorite story tellers, and writer's. He is a fantasy writer who has written among others The 100 Cupboard's series. The writing the, plot and the message are all fantastic in this fantasy series about a boy named Henry who discovers magic and adventure through the cupboards. The stories are full of witches, faeries, and wizards. There is sacrifice and family, loss and joy. All it takes to make a true masterpiece. I have learned so much about writing itself through these books. I believe books are one of Gods greatest gifts to mankind. With out the written word we would be a far less intelligent race. Books allow us to see thing we have never seen, go places we have never gone, and create things in are minds eye that do not exist in the real world.


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Writer's Block

So I know its been a while since I've posted anything but I been having a serious case of writer's block. Not only in my blogging but also in my novel writing its extremely irritating. I do however have a small sample of my work that I am going to post. This will be a little outdated like I said I haven't worked on it for a while but its something.

"Chapter 2

Juliet fluttered her eyelids sleepily and then a quacking yawn shook her body. She blinked in the sunny summer light. And then she smelled her mother's waffles along with the sweet smell of strawberries. It was Saturday morning and Juliet felt good, much better than she had in a long time. As she paused back the covers she glimpsed the strange tattoo on her wrist that she rarely thought about, it was a lion wrapped all around in bright red roses. And Juliet thought of her dark secret. She pushed the covers back and slid slowly off the bed. Another wift of the breakfast Mrs.  Mulberry was preparing down in the kitchen, reached her nose and her stomach growled. A tiny smile touched her lips and the guilt she had just felt, was pushed to the back of her mind as she hurried downstairs. Her mother looked up and smiled as she entered the kitchen. “Hi hun, sleep well?” Juliet smiled and nodded. “Your Dad already left for the office. But I kept you food hot for you.” “Thanks” Juliet took the plate her mother offered her and sat down at their small kitchen table. Her mother went back to the dishes she had been washing, but she kept speaking as she did. “Okay, so today I’m going to be late at the office do your school and fix dinner for your dad and me. I don’t really care what you do, so just figure something out.” Juliet turned away from her mother and stared at the kitchen table. Guilt overwhelmed her. How could she go through with this. How could she hurt her sweet loving mother like this?

           Mrs. Mulberry looked up from the dishes she had just finished putting in the cupboard and turned to grab her keys. As she did the thoughts that had been crashing through Juliet suddenly came bubbling to the surface and she jumped up and through her arms around her mother, a tear or two leaking out of her eyes down her face. Mrs. Mulberry stared at her in shock, “Wh-what’s the matter Jewels?” “Nothing I just love you so much.” her voice broke on the last word and she thought she might start to really cry if she said any more. “I love you too sweetheart” she hugged her back and then headed for the door, Juliet watched her go with a sinking feeling in her gut."

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