Yesterday was…nuts.

Yesterday was…nuts. I don’t know how else to describe it. The whole moving process was really disorganized on the landlords part, so I wasn’t able to pick up the keys to my new apartment until 3 o’clock, and that’s when the rain started coming down pretty hard.

My Dad, Uncle, sister and I spent till around 5 o’clock trying to move everything in the rain. I’m glad my Uncle brought his truck over, because I don’t know how we would’ve lugged all that furniture around with all that rain beating down on us. Half the time I couldn’t see. I ended up taking my glasses off because it was blurrier with them on than off.

I feel bad for my Dad and Uncle because we had to go from my apartment which is two hours away from where I life, to my Nana’s to move the stuff outta the truck to my Dad’s car and then everyone had to drive home from there. It of course stopped raining when we got to my Nana’s…and the sun suddenly appeared.

“Curse you Canadian weather!”

It’s been a long time since I’ve walked around with my teeth chattering. Crawling into my childhood bed was probably the best feeling ever when I got home last night. We didn’t get here till 10…and spent time taking stuff out of the car and then lugging it up the stairs. It was a long, long day.

My sister and I didn’t eat anything till about 7 o’clock before we got to my Nana’s. I kept falling asleep in the truck. I’m still pretty tired actually. All I want to do right now is have a nice warm breakfast, and watch cartoons but all my muscles hurt. I think I’ll just waddle downstairs. I keep forgetting my parents have work…for some reason today feels like Saturday. Man…I really don’t want to go back to work just yet. I know I should start as soon as possible but I need a day or two. I went to bed with wet hair…just realized how smart that was…it’s still wet. Shoot. Oh well…I’m gonna go find some of my sweaters. I’m freezing.

–R.

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The Fall

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The Fall, O. Ryder. Sept 26th, 2016.

The Fall

By O. Ryder

I realized that I didn’t own a hairdryer when my sister’s wet towel brushed against my skin last night. It was cold. It soothed the pain in my bear arms but I moved it away, onto her lap. Whenever someone wore a towel on their head I imagined the Virgin Mary.

“It’s cold.”

She looked at me, big eyes glaring. “I just washed my hair.” Always glaring.

In that moment I felt stupid. Glaring eyes often made me feel as though I’d done something stupid.

Always glaring. Always stupid.

I felt uneasy as she pressed her back into my pillow. The olive green towel reminded me of my sweater: how it hung on her and how her gold strands clung to it as she rested against me.

I wasn’t attracted to blondes, I told myself. She was pretty but plain. I liked dark hair. I liked dark hair and warm eyes. No glaring. Never glaring.

My sister elbowed me. Woke me from my trance. Told me Dad wanted to talk.

My eyes left the green and my hands found the phone. I wondered why I had been in such a daze. Wet hair was soft, I thought. I haven’t worn that sweater in a long time.

I talked. He talked. He hung up.

Whenever we spoke lately he felt as though he was keeping me away from something. I just had trouble finding things to talk about. I wanted to hear warmth in his voice.

Everything died in the Fall. The plants, the insects, Granddad. Even some of the Angels died in the Fall.

Love blossomed in the Fall, but made me feel dead.

I was not fond of the weather. It was deceiving. Deceiving Canadian Fall.

The weather was as schizophrenic as our identity. Some said they felt it was bipolar…perhaps…perhaps.

Always glaring. Always falling. Always stupid. Always dead.

I wondered how anyone could rest their head in such a messy room. It smelt of burnt popcorn, wet towels and cologne.

And those golden strands had smelt like summer.

She was the Summer. I the Fall.

For once I had fallen, she had fled. As the warmth does when death comes.

She was Life. I Death.

Despite wishing, I represented the end.

“I love this sweater.” she said.

I said nothing.

She wrapped her fingers in mine. It felt uncomfortable.

“Wanna cuddle?”

I remembered the wet green towel. My sister was asking for the phone back. I placed it in her hand. I watched the television. You could get lost in the television. No thoughts. Always glaring. Always stupid. Always wishing.

First Big Writing Assignment of the School Year…Yikes!

So this week my class is starting our first big writing assignment, which is our short story assignment.

Now I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this before on my blog but short stories aren’t my strong point when there is a limit as to the number of pages I can have or the word count. I’m stronger when it comes to novels and writing lyrics. Actually many of my novels have songs written into them so that when they’re adapted into films there will be an awesome soundtrack. I’m being serious. I actually have soundtracks for my novels of songs that I’ve written about characters, chapters and if my character is a musician then I actually record the songs that my characters perform in the text. I go all out. It is not just a book. It is…like…a living breathing thing. I guess that sounds over the top.

My sister thinks it’s kind of cool but she also gets annoyed when I record these songs while she’s trying to sleep. I’ve had things thrown at me and no, I’m not a bad musician. I don’t suck! My sister just has to hear me all the time. We actually write a lot of music together and perform it. I’m teaching her to sing because our voices automatically complement each other. She’s the one person that I enjoy harmonizing with because the sound it makes… I can’t even put it into words. Whenever we sing together and harmonize perfectly off the bat we both react like this

Me: WHOA!

Lil Sis: That was…AWESOME!

Me: REPLAY THAT! REPLAY!

And then we have to stop the recording because we usually interrupt our flow due to the fact that it sounded good. It also has to do with the fact that my sister thinks she’s a horrible singer.

ANYWAY back to talking about the short story thing. So the first big assignment is a short story assignment. It’s a story on whatever I want it to be which is great because I get to be creative with it. However, as I just said short stories aren’t really my go to thing.

I do like to write children’s books but those to me are sort of…well they’re for my nieces age group. That’s who I’m writing for. I write those for her. She’s in kindergarten (age’s 4-6 in Canada).

To me, short stories and children’s literature are in two different sections. Perhaps that’s simply because I separated them in my own head but because children’s books tend to have pictures, are not too lengthy and are geared toward a specific audience I place them under their own category outside of the short story category. Does that make sense? I hope so….

I’m not sure of how I want to approach this assignment. I have readily made written material for novels, however I don’t want to have to convert that material into short story material. It’s almost like…I have to plan out the format based off of the idea and if I’ve already decided on a format that I would like to present my idea in then it’s difficult to change it. I mean… that’s why we have different forms of writing. Not all films should be adapted into novels and not all novels should be adapted into screen plays. They were written a certain way for a reason. Now most books make great films, but of course for those of us who read the book before seeing the film it can be pretty difficult to separate them.

I had an interesting discussion with an upperclassman about it the other week actually. I’ll share that another time though.

Well…as you can see I’m stressing over an assignment that should be fun. Hopefully before I have to bring in my rough notes on Friday, I will have come up with something. I might see if there’s any guidelines for my assignment before I make any notes. My professors are being extremely loose on the formats and guidelines as this is a creative writing course. They’re just awesome like that. They’re really…fantastic. I’m so happy I took this course.

— R.


Yes, that is the Pharaoh. Yes, his hair is pretty awesome. Yes, I do watch LittleKuriboh.

If someone actually styles their hair like this with the different colours and everything that would be really cool. Someone needs to do this. They would look like the coolest kid in all of…well the world. Okay I’m done. Got some writing to do…obviously. Can we just…admire his awesome hair. I always wanted cool hair like that but nope I got stuck with my plain generic black hair. Oh well…I’m thankful I have hair. Better not complain. I don’t wanna go grey early like my dad did. Ha….yah. I love you hair…but still…his hairs so cool.

Schools out…and it’s snowing?

Wow everybody seems to be leaving residence today. No wonder it’s so noisy…

I really hope that I’m not the last kid moving off this floor because this place will be so lonely tomorrow. I’ve already moved out a bunch of stuff anyways. I was smart and decided to break it up so that we wouldn’t have to move out 9 am on a Friday.

This year went by so fast… I’m currently cram studying for my English exam because I spent more time studying for history which was on Monday. I love seeing how much information I actually remembered throughout the year. I’ve got a pretty great memory. I’m proud of my brain. It is a great brain. I’d like to kiss it for being awesome.

I bought myself a club sandwich, chips and a kitkat…because I’m on my break right now (Haha…I’m probably the only one laughing at that pun).

I’m so glad schools over. Can someone please get back to me about the 30 plus jobs I’ve applied for. I’m an active volunteer in my community, a good student and I work well both independently and with others. I’m a quick learner and I’m respectful of others. I have experience working with people of all ages and I enjoy being productive.

UGH! This is why living in a small town sucks. Maybe I’ll apply in the city after all…

Why is it snowing? Yesterday hail…today snow. Why Canada? Why…?

Back to School Again

Well it looks like my breaks over. It’s a little sad because I was having a great time spending time with my family but I’m pumped about starting a new semester. I’m hoping that I’ll meet more cool people this semester and continue to do well in each of my courses.

I’m really going to miss lying in my bed every morning, staring through the slits in my blinds to see the sky change from orange to blue. I do this all the time, and I find it relaxing. I can still do it here at school but my bed at home is more comfortable. I do get a great view from my window at school though. This place looks like Narnia right now compared to where I live. We’ve got warning signs up about falling ice. I wish I had skates to wear that fit me but because my folks and I broke our tradition of going skating every winter while we were on break I outgrew mine years ago and ended up not getting a new pair. I didn’t go tobogganing this year either…but my toboggan’s a little small and there wasn’t any snow.

Well I’m almost settled in again. Once I get my bedding back on I’ll be all set. I mean I still have to put my clothes away but I’ll do that after my beds made.

Hope that everyone had a good break and happy blogging!

— O.Ryder

National Novel Writing Month: Quick Writing Tip

I didn’t know that there was a website for National Novel Writing Month…so when I found out I thought, well why not join it and check it out. I’ll be sure to give it a review later once I’ve explored it. I think a community where writers are able to support one another is absolutely fantastic. Actually, I was invited to join a writing community at my school…I just haven’t attended any of the meetings yet…as I don’t know where it is exactly and I’m weird about sharing my novels with people.

I was given a word of advice from a Canadian author last year at a workshop I attended (my first workshop actually), and she told us, “Never let anyone read your rough draft before it’s complete.”

When she said that I was kind of shocked. I thought to myself, “But I used to do that all the time?” at that point I limited sharing my novels to my younger sister.

She then continued to say, “When people give you feedback before it’s complete you start writing for them, and stop writing for yourself.”

I knew at that moment that she was right. Whenever I had written things in the past and had gotten feedback from people, I took their suggestions. My novel wasn’t complete yet…and when it was things got even more complex because I was unable to satisfy all these people’s suggestions. I was no longer happy with my work. That’s why it took my nearly 7 years to say, “Okay…we’re moving on to something new.”

I was trying to edit the official version of that said novel…but I was working on other ones as well including sequels to the novel. There are…what, 6 books? I had so much free time as a kid. I mean I guess I’m still a “kid,” but I’m a busier kid now that I’m in university.

Well just thought I’d share this link…didn’t think I’d end up writing this much.

Who else is excited for the weekend?

http://nanowrimo.org/

Friday, October 3, 2014

October has begun, and I’ve worked on my novel maybe once since arriving here. I’m still wondering if it’s the new atmosphere that is causing me to feel as though I’m not in the mood to work.

I’m in love with this novel…it’s like my spouse and my child all in one. I know that’s a strange way to put it, as I’m not yet in a relationship nor do I have my own children at this time, so I don’t exactly know what those kind of relationships are like…. Nevertheless I feel as though this novel encourages and supports me, and also that it is something I must nurture and build up. It makes me wonder if writers make good parents?

Well at least I’ve been blogging and doing homework. I mean, schoolwork is and should be my first priority. I’ve thankfully been doing a lot of doodling and sketching during class…yah I know I should be paying attention, but lectures are long and not all of my professors stay on topic themselves. When their minds begin to wander so does mine, right to the page in front of me. It isn’t like I’m not listening or anything! I am…most of the time.

I also think I’ve put on weight. I haven’t gone to the gym since I’ve arrived…not that I’m much of a gym person. I’m active, but I have a fast metabolism so I don’t have to work out as much as say my parents. I’ve definitely begun to notice a change in my health though and I don’t like it. I haven’t been feeling well recently and I believe it’s because of what I’m eating. I would never eat this much at home and because I’m not exercising it’s making me feel worse. Plus I’ve been a little stressed out as I’ve had many tests and assignments recently, and even though they’re light weight compared to what my friends doing the sciences have, it is still a bit stressful.

This week especially was pretty frustrating. I ran out of print credits before I needed to hand in two assignments, I’m out of laundry money because the dryer robbed me of a $1.70 and I’m exhausted because I stayed up late because I wasn’t feeling well and couldn’t sleep. I’ve had a headache since I got here. I can’t believe I’ve been here a month….I feel adjusted. I don’t have a hard time adapting to new situations, however I’m exhausted. I can’t recall ever feeling this tired this often. I feel like an old person….and I’m eighteen.

Well, I’ve complained enough for one day. I’m debating on whether or not it’s a good idea to head home and see the family this weekend. I mean, I’m going home for Thanks Giving in a week (Canadian), so I’ll see them then…. I honestly don’t know.

My Dad says I need to stop saying, “I don’t know,” because apparently I’ve been saying it in every conversation I’ve had with him for the past two weeks. Yah…sorry about that Dad.

I guess I’ll end it here for today. I feel like I’ve just rambled on and on and on and on. So I hope that you all have a wonderful weekend, and that you all stay healthy and strong and don’t get stressed out over anything. Hopefully the weather stays nice!

Oh and for anyone who has midterms right now, keep up the good work and stay golden.

Transitions and Travel

It seems that the transition to university has put a bit of a pause on my work. It’s irritating but my father believes that it is understandable. He explained to me that I’m still just trying to get the hang of everything, and that once I’m adjusted to this new lifestyle I will get back into writing. Nevertheless he found it extremely surprising that I hadn’t done any creative writing period. “There is a lake outside your window! There are gardens that you could sit and write in if you wanted to. With all this nature around, you should be able to write about something!”

Now I know that there are many writers out there who purposely move to areas like this, a tranquil environment surrounded by nature, however I learned many years ago that if you want, you can write anywhere. A good example of this is my cousin, he said that when he moved to British Columbia, that he would begin to write there. At the time I thought, “You live in an area surrounded by nature? What is so different about here and there?” but after watching a show recently where one of the characters was suffering from writers block I realized that many of us writers believe that we need to travel to places like France, Nova Scotia, or Japan in order to write.

I knew that university may take away the amount of time that I had for my novels, however in silence I made a promise to myself that I would work on it every chance I had. I feel as though I have already broken that promise; three weeks I’m here, watching life pass me by and not once did I open up my binder, grab a pencil and “bleed” across the pages to my hearts content.

It makes me wonder if location does have an impact us as writers. To be out of my favourite spot to write, my bedroom at home, it just doesn’t feel right. Sure this is a bedroom but as I told my father, this isn’t my bedroom. Maybe after my trip home this weekend, my bedroom will no longer feel like it belongs to me as well…however I fear that when I return to school I will not feel like it is home either.

Where is your favourite place to write?

If you could write in any province, state or country, where would that be? Why?

What makes you feel at home?