"The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page."
- St. Augustine of Hippo Too much anger
Too much hate Too many feelings to conflate Our system's failing Things look dire All because of one Pussy grabbing fascist liar Of course it probably means something else About our country's moral health All those Trump voters Existed before The twenty sixteen election war Am I a writer? I say I am, I tell myself I am, yet I don't write. I did NaNoWriMo, so now I can continue to tell myself that yes, I am a writer, but I cannot let the momentum stop here. I need to have a product, something I can give people that I am proud of to prove my abilities, something I can read aloud at a writer's read, and feel passionately about. I need to spend more hours writing. I need to investigate writing related careers. Would I make a good journalist? Could I be a travel writer? What other careers are there for writers, and how do I start now? Should I get a job or internship at the daily press? Should I start a travel blog? Should I try to publish a novel or a short story? Should I enter writing competitions? Should I learn to write essays? I should try to do all of these things. I will do all of these things.
, K is for Kellyanne Conway and the KKK
L is for lies and LGBTQ rights M is for misogyny, Mosul, Mexico, Melania Trump, Mike Pompeo, Mike Pence, Michelle Obama, Muslim registry, and the mainstream media N is for narcissism, NAFTA, NATO, nasty women, national security, and Nikki Haley O is for oil, oligarchy, and the one percent P is for President, protesters, popular vote, populism, partisanship, patriarchy, pussy, polls, Planned Parenthood, Pizzagate, and Pantsuit Nation R is for racism, right to bear arms, right to assemble, reproductive rights, Rick Perry, Reince Priebus, and Rex Tillerson S is for sexism, school choice, self care, Standing Rock, Scott Pruitt, Steve Bannon, and Steven Mnuchin T is for Trump Tower, TPP, taxes, Twitter, Theresa May V is for Vladimir Putin and voter fraud W is for women's march, women's rights, white feminism, white supremacy, white nationalism, white privilege, waterboarding, Wall Street, the wall, the war on terror, and Wilber Ross X is for xenophobia A is for alt-right, alternative facts, Access Hollywood, Aleppo, and the Afordable Care Act
B is for Brexit, Black Lives Matter, birth control, Breitbart News, bigotry, Bernie Sanders, Barack Obama, Betsy Devos, Benghazi, and border security C is for constitutional rights, climate change, conflicts of interest, and China D is for Donald Trump, deleted emails, democracy, and divisiveness E is for Elaine Chao, the electoral college, and executive orders F is for fossil fuels, fascism, feminism, freedom, fact checking, free trade, Facebook, and fake news G is for gaslighting, the government, and Goldman Sachs H is for Hillary Clinton, hate crimes, and hand size I is for Ivanka Trump, immigration reform, inner cities, ISIL, Islamic extremism, identity politics, inclusiveness, and intersectionality J is for Joe Biden, James Comey, James Mattis, and Jeff Sessions
Today I made my own website using HTML and CSS. I find it a lot less fun than Weebly. I have decided I will not be a web designer or developer when I grow up (though I'll keep it in mind as an emergency option). How are you supposed to decide what to be when you grow up anyway? There are so many options, and how are you to know what you'll like? Since I began listening to How I Built This (an NPR podcast) I've thought that I would make a good entrepreneur, but I don't have any good business ideas. I've always wanted to be a fiction writer, but I'd still need a day job while I waited to become the next J.K. Rowling. I secretly entertain the idea of becoming a politician, but I don't think I could ever become a fiction writer after that. Also, I have a feeling that although it would make me feel like I was doing something to make the world a better place, being a politician wouldn't make me happy. I've flirted with the idea of being a journalist since the age of ten, when I started my own magazine, but I'm not sure I'd be any good. Perhaps I'll just go back to my kindergarten dreams of owning a pizza restaurant on the moon...
One for sorrow, two for joy
Writing a novel's a difficult ploy Five for silver, six for gold Fifty thousand words and your story is told Eight for a wish, nine for a kiss The day that you finish is brimming with bliss It was my New Year's Resolution to start a blog, so now, by the laws of cosmic order, I must. Not because I think anyone will read it, but because it is a place to store one's thoughts in a place more organized than one's head. Perhaps someday when I am old and living in a nursing home I will look back on this with amusement. I hope so. To my future self: Hello! I hope this finds you in good health and spirits! I hope you are enjoying reminiscing over your past. To help you remember: I was sitting in my room when I wrote this; on a purple pillow with my back against the radiator, legs crossed. I was wearing a black long sleeved shirt, grey Wigwam socks with green swirls on them, and a pair of Hollister skinny jeans that were just slightly too short. It was a Sunday, at 17:06 (my old laptop had military time on it) and I had karate that night. I had just earned my blue belt. I hope this jogs your memory. Goodbye now, future self! Enjoy my old blog!
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AuthorMy name's Ella. I'm fifteen. I play roller derby and viola, but I'm not particularly good at either. I write more than I speak, and I think more than both. I love reading, and am more than a little bit obsessed with podcasts. I have a schnauzer poodle, and my favorite color is purple. Archives
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