She doesn’t remember the ride to the station, or waiting in a stiff chair for them to call for her. She doesn’t even remember being led into…… Read more “Story Snippet: October”
I wrote my first two novels alongside a very detailed plot outline, and that worked for me; I finished the first draft of my second novel within four months. The thing is, I like structure. I like knowing where my story is going. But my new story is different from everything I’ve written before, and in turn, it requires a new approach to plotting.
And that’s where this comes in: a bare-bones mash-up of every plot outline you’ve seen.
If you think about it, the stuff you watch as a kid is pretty formative. I learned a lot of stuff from the movies and TV shows I watched back then, and they taught me a few crucial life lessons, too. Here are seven of them.
The truth is, SONG OF ACHILLES breaks my heart. Within the first few pages, I fell in love with Madeline Miller’s style and Patroclus’ voice. It’s so unique, so captivating and warm and curious; I feel each of the character’s emotions as they come, love and betrayal and hurt and grief.
“I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning how to sail my ship.” —Louisa May Alcott, Little Women
As a busy college kid, I can tell you there’s not a lot of time for extracurricular hobbies. But along the way, I’ve picked up a few tips and tricks that I’d like to share with you.
Going to university was certainly a learning curve for me. I had a lot of ups and downs during my freshman year, but one of the hardest parts turned out to be readjusting to life at home once the year ended. But I learned a lot over these last four months, and I want to share it here.
To me, CATCHER IN THE RYE isn’t angry at all. It’s just sad. Holden is both too old for his age and too young. He’s too old for his peers and he desperately wants to stay a little kid so he doesn’t get phony, either. It’s a story of a boy who desperately wants to find some realness in this world, who feels stuck in place when all he wants to do is move.
Now, at eighteen years old, I’m still trying to figure out where that leaves me. I’m not white. But I don’t feel Latina, either. I toe the line between two ethnicities and don’t feel entirely comfortable in either.
“Sometimes,” he said heavily, testing the words on his tongue. When Kennedy looked at him, his eyes were far away. “When you grow up in a place…… Read more “Story Snippet: August”