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My ‘Love for Writing’ Journey: Part One.

Prince Charming saves the princess from an evil witch. That was the first real short story I remember writing. I was seven.

My mother has always encouraged my creative expression through dance, music and writing. Growing up, I expressed myself best through my writing of poetry, fictional short stories, journalling, lyrics and much more.

I have always had a vivid imagination, which would lead me to write anything that popped into my mind. From the beginning when I could first read, I also wrote. I wrote everything: poems about how blue the sky was or how I felt about playing music, and short stories about princesses, detectives or plain ordinary girls with problems just like myself. I started to take writing seriously when I was in seventh grade. I spent numerous hours creating plots; characters; twists and turns; and constantly changing the climax of each story.

Once I reached high school, I realized I could make a career out of my passion.

When I was 14, I stumbled upon two websites that were specifically made for aspiring creative writers. They included poems, lyrics, stories, etc. Quizilla was one, but no longer exists after TeenNick bought it, and Mibba was the second, which rightfully is still alive.

Based on the positive feedback from readers and other amateur writers like myself, I started taking writing more seriously. I love to write fictional romance, fantasy and free-style poetry.

Sophomore year in high school was when I started writing poetry constantly. I’d write poetry anywhere and everywhere: on my homework, my class notes and sometimes even my hand. I love writing poetry because it’s just an easy way to express how I feel. Before poetry entered my life, I used to have such trouble describing how I felt fully to anyone. After poetry, my stress was gone, I could think clearly and relax.

I love reading and writing poetry. I like to read the amateur poetry from poets around my age, with the same burning passion to write and some with the same problems. Those strangers, through the computer of many online writing sites, inspired me to be the amateur poet I am today. I don’t plan on making a career out of my poetry, I just like it as it is now, a hobby. When I was 16, I created this blog as a way to share my expression. I found other inspiring bloggers that shared my passion for all kinds of writing.

As high school graduation grew near, I knew I wanted to write fiction for a living … or at least that’s what I thought.

After graduation, I entered The State University of New York College at Plattsburgh. I started my freshman year as a declared English writing arts major, with the aspirations of becoming a fictional novelist.

Looking back now, I was young, optimistic and naive.


Move along my journey to the second part here. Haven’t read the introduction? Be a part of my journey here.

The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

This past Monday was Halloween. In celebration, the Student Association put together the play The Rocky Horror Picture Show. There were two showings, one at 7:30 p.m. and one at midnight. The ticket was only five dollars. I went to the midnight showing with my roommate Lexii, my floor mate Alyssa, and my CA Max. Max and I sat on the floor so we had a front row spot. Lexii and Alyssa didn’t want to sit on the floor so they sat a couple of rows back in chairs. Max dressed up in only his black underwear and a red tie. I dressed up as Wonder Woman, Lexii was Robin, and Alyssa was Batman.

It was my first time seeing the show live. I’ve seen the movie tons of times; however, they still considered me to be a virgin. So in the beginning before the show, they called up all the virgins and scribbled a big V in red lipstick on all their foreheads, including mine. Then the challenge they gave us was to make the best sex noise into the microphone. Let’s just say it was very funny and embarrassing. Once the show began, I was mesmerized. The music, the costumes, the make-up, the dancing. It was so much fun! I sang along with the songs, however, didn’t do the shout-outs. I would have if I knew them.

My favorite part was when the Master of the castle was fooling around with Janet and Brad, yet Janet and Brad didn’t know it was the Master. It was pretty funny. My favorite character is Creature, because I love his golden underwear and his big muscles. It was kind of funny though, because he sort of looked like my floor mate Charlie, but I knew it wasn’t him. The only negatives were that the music kept skipping every now and then, and sometimes the microphones didn’t work. It was okay to me because I was in the front so I could still hear them, but I doubt the people in the back could.

We got back to the dorm around one in the morning. It was a lot of fun. The play is way better live than from just watching the movie. The next day I called my mom and told her about it. She was happy I finally lost my “virginity” to the play like she did when she was younger. Now, I can’t wait until next Halloween to see it again. Maybe my mom will come up and we’ll see it together. That’d be really fun. It’d be a night full of laughter to remember.

One Year Anniversary of Fairytales!!!

I just want to thank all of my subscribers, fans, and random people who stumble upon my blog while being bored online for all the support you’ve given me. It’s been exactly one year today when I first posted on this blog. Thank you all so much again! I could not have done it without you! (:

– Jenny

All Alone In The Woods.

 

My feet squish in the mud

After the huge downpour.

Everything is so soaked,

Including my body.

The air is hot, moist, a

Chill runs down my back. I

Look around me, anxious.

No sign of a living

Creature. Only the bare

Trees and the sound of my

Breathing. I lay down, bathed

In mud as I think of

How alone I really

Am. All alone in the woods.

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My Beautiful Peter.

This is an assignment I had to write for my Creative Writing class. It’s in “stream of consciousness”. For those who don’t know what that means: A literary technique for recording the thoughts and feelings of a character without regard to their logical association or narrative sequence. The writer attempts to reflect all the forces affecting the psychology of a character at a single moment.

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A Hero To Me Is My Mother

“Our society uses the word hero in many different ways.” According to Dictionary.com, the definition of a hero is “a man of distinguished courage or ability, admired for his brave deeds and noble qualities.” I believe that a hero is more than just a “man”. A hero can be a woman, an animal, or even something intangible.

However, I agree that a hero is someone you admire; but they don’t have to be brave or noble. A hero could just be a kind-hearted human being who cares for others other than themselves. A hero to me is someone who will stand up for what they believe is right. A hero is someone who won’t stand by and watch someone else’s dreams get smashed, or even their own. A hero to me is someone who does good for the world and changes it for the better, no matter how small or big the impact. A hero doesn’t do it for the popularity or the praise. They do it because it makes them feel good to see those smiling faces all thanks to them.

I have many heroes in my life. However, I believe the most impacted hero in my life is my mother. She has done so much to help my little brother and I grow up to have a happy and safe childhood. She goes to work everyday, and still has time to come home and be a mom. She cooks, cleans, takes care of our dogs, and us. She is what keeps this family together day-by-day, bringing laughter into our lives. My mother is my hero for the simple fact that she can do so much impact in our everyday normal lives.

A hero to me is my mother.

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