It’s a Matter of Perspective

Well, all month long I would cringe at the thought that I would be saying this, but I am here to say it after all… I won’t be finishing my NaNoWriMo entry. *Feign Chest Pains*

Why?

I just got hit by a writer’s block or maybe a writer’s boulder, but even though it feels disappointing I don’t feel too bummed. Like Jodie commented on my last post, even if I don’t make it to 50,000 I’ll still have a lot written down. I can say I never wrote 26,700 words in less than three weeks which is a big leap for me. (Thank you Jodie for planting that wonderful thought in my mind.)

Another reason why I could not accomplish my task of writing down 50,000 words is that I had classes to think about, which may have cheered on my writer’s block. I tend to worry about future requirements and get myself all worked up. I don’t mind this because as soon as I finish the requirements, I end up writing like crazy.

I know how everyone in NaNoWriMo is part of a region and you get to connect with others like you, but I had a lot of trouble connecting. I felt very intimidated at how experienced and accustomed everyone was with each other. My shy side decided to may itself dominant and let me hide in the shadows. Checking out the page for my region and the Facebook page they have, I had the very strong urge to post or make myself known, but I always chickened out at the last second. (It was that and after the fact I didn’t get any replies from a thread I made after a couple of days, which sort of scared me off.)

I have one final reason, which is that my dear mother loved the idea of making home-made holiday decorations based on the “origami” star I made. I’m not sure if it was a mistake showing it to her, but we had fun making (and still making) a whole bunch of stars of different sizes and colors. (I’ll put up pictures of them soon)

Now, I guess I’m not upset. Being a newbie at NaNoWriMo, this was a new experience for me. I salute those who have already won and are still fighting to get there. I’m not giving up, I’m just saying next year will be something for me. I may have not won, but I am a proud NaNoWriMo participant. I’ll have a year to improve myself.

Be inspired and inspire others!

#anotheraspiringwriter

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The Wanted & Unwanted Losses.

Loss

1: destruction, ruin

2: the act of losing possession : deprivation <loss of sight>; the harm or privation resulting from loss or separation; an instance of losing

3: a person or thing or an amount that is lost: as plural: killed, wounded, or captured soldiers; the power diminution of a circuit or circuit element corresponding to conversion of electrical energy into heat by resistance

4: failure to gain, win, obtain, or utilize; an amount by which the cost of something exceeds its selling price

5: decrease in amount, magnitude, or degree

6: the amount of an insured’s financial detriment by death or damage that the insurer is liable for

— at a loss: uncertain as to how to proceed <was at a loss to explain the discrepancy>; unable to produce what is needed <at a loss for words>

— for a loss: into a state of distress <events had thrown him for a loss>

Loss is a part of life and it will be something that will teach us lessons as we get older. Some are good or wanted, while others are bad or unwanted. We have to do our best to be thankful for the good and learn and cope from the bad.

Why do I talk about loss?

That is because this week, I experienced two losses, one good and one bad.

The good loss was the loss of a surgical complication I experienced for the past three weeks. Now that I’m relieved of the discomfort and pain, I am able to do more things on my own, but I’m not quite there yet. I’m still taking things slowly and working my way up to being fully independent.

The bad loss was really heartbreaking for me. More than a month ago, we were blessed to have our dog, Lexie, give birth to three furry pups. We saw that two were strong and one was not. About ten days after their birth, the youngest, apparently the runt of the litter, said goodbye and passed away. My mom and I thought it would be the last, but unfortunately, we were wrong.

Two days ago, we were checking up on all our dogs and saw that the middle pup was looking and moving different. He was very weak and he could barely stand up. We saw this once before in one of Lexie’s previous litters and that didn’t turn out well. He struggled to move normally and to cut things short, that very night he left us as well. It was hard to say goodbye because we saw him growing up so well, only to be taken away so quickly.

What am I trying to say?

Well, we cannot stop living when something bad happens. It was obvious that to some degree both the good and the bad losses were equal in magnitude. I learned from these experiences and I’m still learning from them. I don’t know that these are exactly or I’m still not ready to say them right now, but I will when I can clearly figure them out.

Every experience is a lesson and source of inspiration. Use what you feel to be creative.

Baby Ong and Little Runt, we love you so much. Even if you weren’t with us for very long, you’re a part of our lives and hearts. Have fun playing in doggy heaven with your older brothers and sisters.

#anotheraspiringwriter

I am Happy and Proud!

Of what, you may ask. I was able to complete my mediocre book reviews as promised. I know they were a few days late, but at least I was able to post them. They really had an impact on how I view things in life and in writing. I hope to make more book reviews and I might just get better at them. Haha!

I’m proud to be part of a community of immense creativity, beauty, and imagination. We are a great contribution to society no matter what we write.

I’m proud to be a writer.

I aim to be a published one when the time comes.

Be inspired everyday and in every way!

 

#anotheraspiringwriter

Learning from Hadley Sullivan…

The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight by Jennifer E. Smith (Plot)

Who would have guessed that four minutes could change everything?

Today should be one of the worst days of seventeen-year-old Hadley Sullivan’s life. She’s stuck at JFK, late to her father’s second wedding, which is taking place in London and involves a soon to be step-mother that Hadley’s never even met. Then she meets the perfect boy in the airport’s cramped waiting area. His name is Oliver, he’s British, and he’s in seat 18C. Hadley’s in 18A.

Twists of fate and quirks of timing play out in this thoughtful novel about family connections, second chances and first loves. Set over a 24-hour-period, Hadley and Oliver’s story will make you believe that true love finds you when you’re least expecting it.

Well, it was a not-so-typical typical romance novel. Why am I saying typical twice? That’s because like every romance story, in the end, the guy gets the girl. I liked the unexpected twists and turns in the story, which made it different from your earlier romance stories. I never thought I would be reading a book like this, considering I’m not that into this genre of writing. I, personally, am a weak, weak romance writer. I can’t make a reader swoon with just a sentence or two. I am unable to make any reader’s heart flutter in the warm feeling of love and romance. I can only do that in the field of adventure. Well, enough of my self-bashing at a genre I’m not meant to write.

Let’s just say, this was the first romance novel EVER to make me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside. I am honored to have that feeling coming from a book that was so well-written and perfect for those not that into romance stories.

What did Hadley (and Oliver) teach me?

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Lessons from Charlie the Wallflower…

The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky (Plot)

The novel begins in August 1991 with a teenager going by the alias of Charlie, writing to an anonymous “friend” whom he heard someone at school talking about, and decided they sounded like a nice person to write to, on the basis that he or she reportedly did not sleep with someone at a party despite having the opportunity. Charlie states that he does not want the anonymous friend to try to figure out who he is or to find him. Charlie has just begun his freshman year of high school, his brother is at Pennsylvania State University on a football scholarship, and his sister is a senior in high school. We learn that his best—and only—friend, Michael, committed suicide prior to the beginning of the book—leaving Charlie to face high school alone. Charlie often refers to his late Aunt Helen and how she was his “favorite person in the whole world” and states frequently that something bad happened with Aunt Helen, which causes Charlie to be unable to talk about her. Soon Charlie makes the acquaintance of Sam, a beautiful senior on whom Charlie develops a crush almost instantly, and her gay stepbrother Patrick, a charismatic student who is friendly to Charlie. Upon disclosing his feelings and sexual confusion to Patrick and Sam, they are not angry with him, but rather advise him how to handle his feelings privately. Sam and Patrick continue their advisory role while introducing Charlie to many people, music artists, and drugs. Meanwhile his English teacher Bill introduces him to books and encourages him to write essays about them that he will grade despite having no bearing on his English class.

This book was a hard one to crack, in terms of understanding everything. There was a lot to take in at a time, but you couldn’t really put it down. The question that constantly floated in my mind was “What will Charlie do next?”  I’m well aware that it is under the category of fiction, but I never failed to wonder if this account of different letters were actually real. It took me by surprise that a kid, even in fiction, would be able to try all those illicit acts like drinking and using drugs. I’m well aware they weren’t regular in using drugs, but it was still surprising nonetheless.

What did I learn from Charlie and his freshman year?

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What I Learned From Jacob Portman…

Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs (Plot)

Jacob Portman, a 16 year old boy, goes to Wales to find out the truth of his grandfather’s past after he was murdered by what Jacob thought was a make-believe creature. When he arrives, he meets Emma, a “strikingly pretty” girl who can control fire. She takes him to meet Miss Peregrine in a time loop set back in the 1940s. Jacob enjoys hanging out with the other peculiar children, such as Millard, who is invisible, and Bronwyn, who has incredible strength. Then Jacob hears some mysterious stories of strange killings in the pub he’s staying at, and warns the peculiar children. When they tell Jacob he is the only one who can see the monsters that killed Jacob’s grandfather, Jacob knows he is the only hope they have for safety.

Jacob and some of the peculiar children encounter a monster which Jacob kills. Upon return to the Miss Peregrine’s home, they find that Miss Peregrine has been kidnapped. The children rescue Miss Peregrine but she is in bird form cannot change back to human form. The peculiar children at the end of the book look for another time loop they can stay in because their current one has been destroyed.

As I read the book, I had Jacob’s same thoughts. I thought that Abe was stuck in his own imaginative world. There were subtle clues to their existence, but still they pointed nowhere. I had second thoughts on all the stories Abe told Jacob as a child. As the story progressed, things became clearer and clearer. So many of the floating questions were answered as it neared the climax. I was awestruck with the clarity in how Ransom Riggs was able to depict the places and characters and the photographs throughout the book helped even more. It is a great book to read.

What did I learn exactly?

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