Cleaning My Room

The other day I decided to start cleaning out my room. As a kid (well I still am a kid but that’s besides the point), I would hoard old school work, random notes I wrote to myself as reminders, torn socks that my parents constantly told me to throw out, and several short stories that I never want another soul to read (really bad fan-fictions). After tossing the things I’d hoarded from grades four to eleven off of my book shelf, I almost felt…free. It was as if those memories of bad report cards, and rants about fights I had with my friends were gone. I’d let go of all the things that seemed to occasionally pop back into my life and cause me to remember those somewhat depressing childhood memories (I was bullied in early elementary school).
The reason I had to clean off my bookshelf in the first place, was because one of the shelves had fallen due to all the weight it was under.
I guess you could the bookshelf was a metaphor, it was representing all things I was holding on to that were putting some sort of pressure on me.
Now that those things are gone, I’m no longer under that pressure. I am light as a feather, and I’m ready to begin a new stage in my life.
Today, I started emptying out my dresser. I got the same feeling again but yet, somehow it was a little different. I was almost excited to toss the old clothes from my drawers and onto my bed. I was practically flinging them around, and I started building a mountain out of them. I even quoted Jay Gatsby, from the novel by F. Scott Fitzgerald, “I have a man who sends me shirts from Europe.” I was actually enjoying the release.
When I was younger, I used to dread having to clean my room but now it seems as though it is another sign that I’m growing up. Growing up means, letting go, and as I’ve also learned recently sometimes means saying goodbye. However, though goodbye is a sad thing, it’s never forever. Letting go, and moving on are all apart of life. If you never move on, you’ll never mature, and you’ll never grow.
I sound so old…I guess life does that to you. I still can’t believe I learned this just by cleaning my room.

Tips for Writing Books for Kids

  1. Find your inner child: to write for kids, you need to become a kid.
  2. Take risks: If you want to write the word fart, WRITE IT!
  3. Talk to kids: Seriously, you can have some pretty great conversations with a 4 year old about why they don’t like hotdogs.
  4. Read kids books: Find that old Curious George and read Monkey, READ!
  5. Ask people about their kids: Sometimes people’s kids do some pretty whacky stuff.
  6. Think about what you did as a kid: Did you cut off your sisters doll heads? Did you think if you poured milk in the garden the tomatoes would turn white?
  7. Be CREATIVE! Do I really need to explain this? PURPLE!
  8. Be real: seriously write from your heart okay? You and the pencil…or keyboard or whatever…ARE ONE!

I’ll be giving tips often. If there’s anything specific you want to ask me about, feel free to comment. There are no bad/dumb questions. There are only bad/dumb answers.

First Blog Post!

Alright, my first post to this blog. This is exciting!

So this is a blog about what writers do best, and at the moment I am not fully sure about what I should write? Well then I think I will talk about what I’m currently up to. I am currently working on a resume. Yep, I need a job.

You see folks, when you live at home, and you’re getting ready to graduate High School your parent’s stop giving handouts. Oh yes my dear readers, your parents say things like, “You want a car? Get a job.” or “You want a dog? Fine we’ll move to the country, and you can get a job and buy your own dog.”

Which is why, I decided first thing this morning, at exactly 6:35 am (I never sleep in), that I would start-up on my resume. The thing is I’m not sure where I’m applying…I’m good with children, books, and I like art. Problem is there aren’t any art stores close enough that I could ride my bike too. I could try busing? Except I barely know how to use public transit to get to school. I can drive, I have my license…I just need my own car. I’m waiting for my Camaro. I swear, I’m going to wake up one morning, look out the front window and go, “HEY YOU FINALLY SHOWED UP!” See in my world, car’s and new laptops appear like magic. So some places that my parents have recommended I try getting a job, Starbucks…I don’t like coffee but they have amazing hot chocolates and I could eat like twenty of the scones if I had a larger stomach. My parent’s want me to try applying at Starbucks because they go there EVERYDAY. I’m not over exaggerating. My dad goes to Starbuck’s at 7 or 8 in the morning on weekends, both Saturday and Sunday. On weekdays he goes to Starbucks at least twice a day. My mom is suddenly having a cappuccino craving…her friend’s think it’s an addiction. I’m starting to agree. I’m a bit concerned at this point.

My mom went to go get gas the other day, which probably would’ve taken her twenty minutes. She was gone for about two hours. When she came back all she said was, “I got my cappuccino!”

“I got my cappuccino,” was her reply to me saying, “Hi mom.”

I’m very concerned. I think she needs help… actually I need her help! I need to ask her to help me pick a few places to apply. I could work at Target? I know that some local places are hiring too. I’d love to work some place where there are books, and children…like the library…except the closest one to me, I don’t think they hire teenagers? I’ve never seen anyone in there working that was younger than at least thirty. Then again…I’ve volunteered and taken classes there, and I used to spend every day in there as a kid? I think they’d let me work there? Then again…my sister had about forty dollars in late fees once, again not over exaggerating. My sister takes out like ten books at a time, and movies, on my dads card, and then we go to the library three weeks later and find out she hasn’t returned anything and now my dad has to pay money.

I really need a job…I mean, writing is my favourite hobby besides drawing, reading, and colouring kids menu’s…but I need a job because I’m only just publishing my first book, and well…I’m new at this publishing thing. I’m just a rookie here.

What job’s would you recommend for someone like me? I like working with children, I like books, and art, and I like movies and video games. If that even helps at all.

Well I think I’ll end my blog here?

Hooray I created my first blog post. [Insert happy dance here] WOOHOO!

Ha…bye super awesome readers of mine.