secret identity

sometimes i feel like this whole world is just a huge masquerade. you know, those big masked balls, where everybody comes in costume and nobody is sure who is who, and everybody just has to guess.
i feel this way because, well, everybody does put on a mask. some only wear it every once in a while, and some hide their faces constantly. but we all do it. we hide our true selves so that we feel less vulnerable, unprotected.

a mask of strength to hide that you have a weakness.
a mask of haughtiness to hide that you're really unsure.
a mask of confidence to hide that you really have doubts.
a mask of bravery to hide that you are afraid.
a mask of happiness and content to hide that you are longing, searching, for something better.
a mask of laughter to hide that you're bleeding inside.

you sometimes wish that somebody, anybody, will rip your mask off, showing, at last, who you really are. but you can never bring yourself to take your mask off on your own. the idea is too frightening to think about! don't let anybody know that you have flaws, weaknesses. keep the mask on at all costs.
how different things would be if somebody knew who you really were!
only the bravest of them all dare to peek behind other people's masks, dare to glimpse at the vulnerable, weak, scared, real person hiding there. dare to try to understand them.
how different things would be if somebody knew who you really were!
if only there were more brave people in the world. more people willing to discover what lies behind the mask, just waiting to be discovered.
how different things would be...

compare and contrast

we got our tests back today. i glanced at mine casually. hmm. not bad. worse than usual, but not too bad. i should probably study the night before a test next time.
out of the corner of my eye, i noticed somebody staring. looking up, i saw my friend smiling at me and asking the dreaded question: "what did you get?"
now i was faced with a dillema. do i tell or not? this might not seem like such a big deal, but i knew exactly what would happen if i told her.
if her mark was even one point lower than mine, she would feel terrible. she would tell herself she was a complete idiot, and study like a madman for the next test. if she got a higher grade than me, I would probably feel pretty bad. if i didn't tell her at all, she would think that i thought she wasn't trustworthy, and didn't consider her to be a good friend. frantically, i thought, "Now i'm stuck. what do i do? somebody get me out of here fast!"
but then another thought occured to me: why did she want to see my test in the first place? what difference did it make to her how well i did in science? how did it help her at all to know which questions i answered correctly, and which ones i didn't?
why do we always feel the need to compare ourselves to others?
we do it constantly. at least, i do it constantly, and so do most other people i know. not just with test grades. with everything.
I'm walking into a party wearing a really expensive outfit that i think is absolutely stunning. then i spot someone cross the room with an even nicer outfit, and suddenly mine is ugly.
i have a nice voice, and sing all the time. then i meet someone with an even nicer voice, and i can't bring myself to sing while he's around. i sound terrible compared to him!
and very often it's the reverse. i know I'm an incredible artist. everything i draw comes out beautiful. then my friend shows me a picture he drew, and it's ugly. not because it's no good. it doesn't matter how good it is. the fact is, it isn't mine, and mine are the best, so his must be horrible.
if i think i'm prettier than you, you're ugly. if i think you're prettier than me, i'm ugly. if you're nicer than me, then i'm a horrible person. and if i'm the absolute most caring, considerate, and kind person on the planet, well then, you're an absolute monster compared to me!
those crucial words: Compared To Me. why am i comparing you to me? you are you, and i am me. we are two completely separate individuals. why would i even think of comparing us? it doesn't make any sense. if you got a higher grade than me on a test, why should that mean that i got a bad grade? what is a "bad grade" anyway? i think it's when you don't do as well as you could have. if you haven't tried as much as you could have, and you get a lower mark on a test because of it, the you got a "bad grade". NOT if you got a lower grade than the rest of the class, or a lower grade than your best friend. because that wouldn't make any sense. what's the point in comparing yourself to other people? it won't accomplish anything. all it will do is make you feel like a loser if you think they're better than you, or make you an arrogant big-shot if you think you're better than them.
so how do you know if you got a good grade on a test? or if you have musical talent? or good artistic abilities? or anything? just compare. don't compare yourself to others, because there's only one you, so that won't accomplish anything. compare yourself to your old self- the way you were a few years ago, a few months ago, or even a few days ago.
are you doing nearly as well, or even better, on this test than you did on your last one? if so, you got a good mark. is your music sounding better than it did a few years ago? then you're making progress. if you like the way the picture you drew looks, then you drew a good picture.
in the end, the only one who can change how much you're progressing is you. sure, people can help you, but you're the one actually doing it. comparing yourself to others will not make you any better or worse.
take my word for it. i have experience in that area.

playing god

you know what's really cool? the fact that, when you write a story, you're sort of like...a god.
not a god in the sense that people worship you, of course. but when i write fiction, I'm creating my own world. i create the people in the world. i decide what they look like, what their character traits are, their flaws, their strengths, their weaknesses, everything. i decide what happens to each person. i select who lives and who dies, and how they die, and under what circumstances.
all of this sometimes gives me a strange feeling of...power. even though it's just a story that i made up, and isn't "real".
but aren't we all just a part of G-d's story, so to speak? He decides everything- what we look like, our character traits, etc. He, too, is making up a story, in which all of us are the characters. of course, G-d's story is infinitely more complex than anything i can possibly come up with in a billion years. the separate stories merge and separate and merge again, a million times over. whenever people make connections with eachother, or even just glance at eachother on a crowded street, they become a part of one another's story, even if they never see eachother again. and every story that i make up is a part of my life story, which is a tiny particle in G-d's whole story of the world.
it makes me feel kind of small.
even though it's on a way more watered-down, uncomplicated level, i am the god, so to speak, of my stories. i created them. i am the keeper of the story. if i decided not to imagine,then the story, along with all of its settings and characters, simply won't exist. it's pretty cool that i have the power to create my own world. it would be amazing if the characters in my stories actually existed. then i would really be a creator.
but i suppose this is the next best thing.

i don't know if you noticed...

To all of my dedicated readers:
in case you're interested, there are polls at the end of the comments screen on some of the postings. check out the end of the "which point of view" comments screen. hurry up and vote, cuz you've only got a few weeks left!
p.s. i finally fixed the time on the blog! hurray!!!

it's just not funny

the previous topic discussed books that should never have been published. as a continuation, this post will discuss another written work that should not have been written at all: the jokes on ices sticks.
you must have seen them. occasionally, when you've finished your popsicle, you notice something has been typed on the small wooden stick. this is, inaccurately, called a "joke". one that i saw quite a few times went like this:
when is a fin not a fin? When it's a dolphin.
i'm sorry, but that wasn't a joke. why? for the simple reason that jokes are meant to be funny, and the above question and answer ARE NOT FUNNY IN ANY WAY, SHAPE OR FORM!!!!
even little kids don't find ices jokes amusing. just today, i read out loud the joke on the popsicle stick my 6-year-old sister handed to me. when i finished the joke she stared at me blankly, and said the four words every comedian would rather die than hear: "I don't get it."
why didn't she "get it"? it's not that she's an uninteligent child, because she's actually very smart. it's because there's nothing to get. there's no punch line. there's nothing even slightly amusing about the joke. at all.
the saddest part about this is that ices taste so good. you're enjoying your treat down to the very last drop, until you get up to the dreaded joke. you know you shouldn't read it, but you do anyway. you think "maybe, just maybe, this joke will be a funny one." and it isn't. ever. it ruins the entire ices-eating experience! when i think of ices, i want to think of the sweet, cold, refreshing treat sliding down my throat, not:
what did the beachcomber name his daughter? Sandy!
ices jokes shouldn't exist. they are a disgrace to the english language.

amazingly horrible books

nowadays, everywhere you look you see writing. everywhere! (with the exceptions of the sahara desert, the sinai peninsula, Antarctica, my toilet bowl, and other relatively uninhabited areas.) some of this writing is very good, such as interesting novels and signs that say "Warning! Quicksand Ahead!" some written works are boring but informative, like my science textbook or manuals that explain how to re-attach a doll's head if it was accidentally decapitated by a guillotine or a scotch-tape dispenser. but certain written works should never have been written at all, and it is a shame that they exist.
what do i mean by this? well, have you ever read a book titled "Farewell to Manzanar?" if you have, i'm assuming it's because you were forced to. nobody in his right mind would voluntarily read a book like that. i cannot understand how it managed to get published.
another book of this sort is titled "Heidi." i do not know the author's name, nor do i particularly care. i was forced to read this disgrace many years ago. the book contained about 400 pages, yet i can summarize the entire plot in one short paragraph:
Once upon a time, a little girl named Heidi was sent to live with her grandfather, whom she didn't like at all. after a while, she was taken to live somewhere else, where she became homesick and realized that she did like her grandfather after all. she was sent back to her grandfather, and they lived happily ever after. the end.
that's it. that is the ENTIRE BOOK!!!! why, pray tell, did that book contain 400 pages? and why is it considered a "classic"? why is it so famous? am i missing something here? that book bored me nearly to tears. i probably wouldn't read it again if you payed me.
how do certain authors come up with such horrifyingly dull plots? i have yet to meet a child who actually enjoyed reading"farewell to manzanar". and why is it that these horrible books seem to be the only ones that our schools force us to read? why can't we read (dare i even say it?) an interesting story? a book that at least some of the students might enjoy?
i don't know why, but for some reason i have a feeling that they're doing this on purpose, just to torture us.
seriously, how did these books get published? and why are they always on schools' required reading lists?
Here's the funniest thing of all: do you know what happens to all those incredibly dull books that no child would ever even think about reading voluntarily?
They get the Newberry Honor awards, of course!

what makes a hero?

books are always talking about heroes. when teachers force their students to analyze literature (one of the worst tortures humans can inflict on eachother) they often ask who the hero in a story is. What defines someone as a hero? what does the word "hero" mean? is somebody born a hero? can one gain a trait of heroism? is one a hero every day of his life, or does one only become one depending on the situation?
is a hero somebody who changes the world? i don't think so, because anyone can change the world. if you would go to the beach right now, and move one grain of sand one inch from where it originally rested, you've just changed the world from the way it was before you came along. is a hero someone who changes the world on a broader scale? maybe. Colombus definitely changed the world, but few people define him as a hero, or even as a good person. is a hero someone who changes the world for the better? if that's the case, then there's precious few heroes in the history of mankind, because there has been very few incidents in which somebody changed the whole world for the better.
is a hero someone who changes just a few people's lives for the better? makes others into better people? then almost everybody in the world is a hero, because most people are good and try to help others, right?
Let's look at somebody who most people think of as a hero. Hmm. How about Moses? he was definitely a hero, everybody agrees on that. who's a bigger hero than Moses, the man who led the Jews from slavery? when Moses was born, his face was shining. all sorts of other miracles happened for the infant Moses as well. it was almost as if, from the second he was born, he was designated to be a hero. it was his destiny. nobody could expect less from a baby who refused to drink gentile milk when he was only three months old!
Does this mean that i can't be Moses? i can't be as great a hero, no matter how hard i try? i mean, sure, it's all up to the individual and all that. but the fact remains that my face wasn't shining when i was born. if my mom would've put me in a box and sent me down a river, i almost certainly wouldn't have survived. i would never be able to tell the difference between Kosher and non-kosher as a newborn. Moses's destiny was all laid out for him, it seems. i guess, theoretically, he could've chosen a different path. he could've decided not to become the great man that he was. but still, it seems as if he were...born great.
is a hero somebody that inspires you to be the best that you can possibly be? that's what i think. though my Moses question still hasn't been answered, this seems to be a good definition of the word "hero". maybe a hero isn't someone who saves the world from disaster. maybe a hero isn't someone who saves a thousand people from certain doom, or even saves one person from certain doom. maybe a hero isn't somebody who fights evil, wearing a mask and a cool cape. maybe a hero isn't necessarily somebody who's famous, somebody who everybody knows. maybe a hero isn't somebody who people sing about in ballads, or are written about in epic poems, or are talked about in stories, or those people who everybody recognizes when they walk down the street.
Maybe a hero is somebody smaller, yet much, much bigger. maybe a hero is somebody who touches your soul. who you never, ever forget. somebody who, when you think of him, makes you feel a little stronger inside, and a lot less alone. somebody who's not necessarily famous. somebody who isn't especially great, isn't "larger-than-life". a hero is just somebody who, in one way or another, inspires.
i have many heroes. my family. my friends. people who i hope to see soon, and people who I've never seen at all, and people who I'll probably never seen again. but all of them are just that- people. people with something inside of them that inspires me to be the best i can possibly be.
my heroes are the people who refuse to give up hope. the people who find light in the darkness. the people who make sacrifices- who give up what's important to them for the ones they love.
some of these people i know personally. others are long gone, and I've heard stories of them. either way, these are the people i wish to be like. this is one of my main goals, one that i don't yet know how, or if, i can fulfill. but it's something that i think everybody wants to be. what i know i want desperately to become.
A Hero.

what makes me, me?

I know i'm going a bit off topic here (ok, a lot off topic) , but i've been wondering something- what's the point of tears?
why is it that when someone cries, little drops of water leak out of his eyes? is that all that it is? little drops of water? or maybe something more? i don't know about you, but when i'm feeling down, and i cry, i feel a little...better, somehow. it's not that the pain is gone. it's still there, it just feels good to cry sometimes.
you know, you can tell a lot about a person from what makes him cry. what makes you cry? what makes me cry?
i don't even know why i'm talking about this. it has nothing to do with anything. but i'm a random type of person. at least, that's what everybody says. in all honesty, i don't know if i'm a random type of person, because i really have no idea who i am. i mean, i know my name, and i know where i live, who my family is, etc. But i really don't know who i am. or who i was. or, maybe most importantly, who i want to be.
will i become who i want to become? will i ever find out who i want to become? time will tell, i suppose. until then, i'm just sort of guessing my way through this confusing world. is that all that this whole world is? just sort of walking around with a blindfold, not really sure who you are? and not really sure who anybody else is, either. nobody knows who i am. how can they know, if i don't even know myself?
am i a good person? am i better than i was before? will i get better, or worse, or stay the same? what is "good", anyway? is there even such a thing?
am i the only person who asks questions like these? everybody else seems to know everything. they know exactly what they want to do. and i'm still sitting here struggling to find my identity. what makes me who i am? what makes me different from you? what am i adding to the world by being here? am i good or bad? rich or poor? interesting or dull? smart or stupid? courageous or cowardly? strong or weak? Both? none? does it matter? does anything matter?
who am i?

AMAZING BOOKS!!!!

As a bit of a change, today i will be listing a few of my favorite books. i invite all of my dedicated readers to do the same in the "comments" section of this blog.
many of the books are way below my reading level, because i'm listing books that i thoroughly enjoyed at the time when i read them, which in some cases was quite a few years ago. the starred books are my absolute favorites.

Fantasy:
1) The Lost Years of Merlin, by i forgot his name
2) *A Great and Terrible Beauty* by Libba Bray (& the rest of the series!)
3) *The Bartimaues Trilogy* by Jonathan Stroud
4) Tales of Brothers Grimm by the Brothers Grimm
5) *The Two Princesses of Bamarre,* by Gail Carson Levine
6) Ella Enchanted, by Gail Carson Levine
7) The Wizard of Oz, by L. Frank Baum (& the rest of the series!)
8) *Which Witch?*, by Eva Ibbotson
9) Dial-A-Ghost, by Eva Ibbotson
10) The Secret of Platform 13, by Eva Ibbotson

Science Fiction:
1) *Ender's Game*, by Orson Scott Card
2) *Ender's Shadow*, by Orson Scott Card (& the rest of the series!)
3) *Maximum Ride*, by James Patterson (U like it- admit it!)

Plain Old Fiction:
1) *A Series of Unfortunate Events*, by Lemony Snicket
2) *The Lorax*, by Dr. Seuss (it's not just for kids! seriously!)
3) Running Out of Time, by Margaret Petterson Haddix
4) Among the Hidden, by Margaret Petterson Haddix
5) Just Ella, by Margaret Petterson Haddix
6) *Shadow Spinner*, by Susanne Fletcher
7) *Calvin and Hobbes*, (comic books) by Bill Watterson
8)*Holes*, by Luis Sacher

Historical Ficiton:
1) Girl in a Cage, by Jane Yolen
2) *The Devil's Arithmatic*, by Jane Yolen
3) The Harp, by Meir Uri Gottesman

Nonficiton:
1) Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul
2) *Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul on Tough Stuff
3) Connections to Today (my global textbook)
4) Do Fish Drink Water?

which point of view?

there is a big argument over whether books should be written in first person or third person. i, personally, prefer writing stories in first person. but some people say that they don't like the narrator using words like "i" or "me", for some reason that i have yet to figure out.
i think writing in first person makes the story seem more realisitc. instead of some random person telling you a story, the character is actually telling you what happened to him. you connect to the story better. also, it's easier to prtray the character's thoughts and feelings through the character's own words . if you're writing something in third-person, this doesn't always work out very well.
there are, however, two problems with writing in first person. the first problem is that, though you get to know the narrative chracter very well, you don't usually end up knowing the other characters as well as you would in a third person omnicient story. (did i spell the right?)
another problem that arises is that it's very hard to kill off a character when he's the narrator. you know what i mean? it's like "and then all of a sudden, the evil man pulled the trigger and i-"
The End.
that's not a very good ending to a book, now is it?
there is a brilliant solution to these problems, that more and more authors are beginning to use: write in first person AND third person. switch off! if the author is a good writer, this works vey well. take Jonathan Stroud, for example. his books The Bartimaues Trilogy (which i highly recommend you read ASAP) had chapters that kept switching off between the viewpoints of the characters. for many chapters, the story was in first person, as seen through the eyes of the main character, so you got to know him very well. but other chapters were written in third person, so you got the other sides of the story as well.
so, that was a strange and slightly boring discussion, wasn't it? so what do you people think? is it better to write in third or first person?

why read?

i received quite a few comments on my last post, so i've dicided to write a follow-up post, dealing with a very similar issue. today's question is: why read at all?
for many people, this question is absurd. why wouldn't you want to read? but many others are asking themselves this strange question. after all, so many books are being made into movies nowadays, so you're not missing out on anything if you just see a movie version of a story , right?
WRONG. utterly, completely, horribly wrong.
as i clearly stated in the post titled "don't judge a book by its movie" , you are definitely missing out if you just see a movie adapted from a book, instead of reading the book itself. but there are so many other reasons why reading is important. i'll try to address a few of them.
writing and reading is a way of sharing ideas and viewpoints. even just from reading a simple book like the Brothers Grimm, one can discover all sorts of new ideas that he had never heard of before. this broadens people's perspectives, and makes them think. did you ever hear of that strange concept before? people actually thinking? it seems weird to us, because we're so used to all sorts of entertainment nowadays that require little to no deep thinking whatsoever. you know, things like movies and video games.
reading makes people smarter. ok, maybe i should rephrase that: reading makes people more knowledgable. the more you read, the more you know. it's as simple as that. of course, to be a wise person, you can't simply read a lot. you must take the knowledge you have learned and apply it, doing and saying the right thing at the right times. as i have so often said, a smart person isn't someone who reads a lot, and isn't someone who gets perfect grades. in my opinion a smart person is a person who doesn't do stupid things. but i digress.
to become a better writer, you must read more. this is a known fact. when you read, you pick up on all sorts of styles, without neccessarily realizing it. you realize the different ways words can be arranged, as well as add greatly to your vocabulary. all of this will make you a good writer.
the reason i like reading the most is because it's a sort of ... escape. there's no better way to put it. when i get bored, frustrated, or saddened by the world i'm in, i often pick up a book. reading is my way of leaving my world and exploring a whole new universe. a universe in which incredible things happen. sometimes sad, sometimes funny, sometimes scary, but always incredible.
the feeling i get when i read can't be copied by movies. watching a movie doesn't give me the same sensation as reading a book does, especially a movie that is a lame copy of an amazing book. the only thing that comes close to reading for me is listening to a good story, told by a good storyteller.
so what about you, faithful readers? why do you like to read? why would you waste your time reading the words that some stranger has written down? what's in it for you? how does it help you? how does it make you feel? am i the only book lover in the world?

Don't judge a book by its movie

One of the saddest things i've ever seen in my entire life was a movie version of one of my favorite books. the book was great. it was written beautifully, had an exciting plot, and i liked the characters.
But the movie? no word in the english language can sufficiently describe it, but the word that comes closest is HORRIBLE. Completely, absolutely, 100% horrible.
why do they keep doing this?
the point of a book is to use your imagination. the point of a movie is to squash your imagination. these two things should never meet. if they do, the results will always be disastrous. always.
books are such amazing things because all of the action is going on inside of your head. if you and i read the same book, we will imagine the characters and events slightly differently. and that's a good thing. the way a good author writes will make you feel like you're a part of the story, not merely an outsider looking on as the events unfold. you can really get inside the characters' heads, really get to know them.
this doesn't work too well in a movie. actually, it doesn't work at all in a movie. no matter how amazing the actors are, you can never get inside their heads the way you can in a book. and you don't use your imaginations at all in movies. you just watch it and that's it. and turning something as beautiful as a book into something as mind-numbing as a movie is one of the saddest things i can think of.
and if that weren't bad enough, movie writers have an unexplainable urge to take all of the good stuff out of the story, twist around the plot until it barely resembles the plot in the book, and get the most terrible actors, who probably never even read the story. and then they have the nerve to call that horrible movie by the same title as the original book!
Oftentimes, when i recommend a book to somebody, the answer i receive is, "Oh, yeah, I've watched the movie." Please, people! don't do this to yourselves! forget the movies, and read a book!
a few years ago, i was in the middle of a book series that i thoroughly enjoyed, when the movie came out. i absolutely refused to see it, no matter what anyone said. becasue by then, i'd learned my lesson: watching the movie will ruin the book. almost always. so do yourself a favor! stop watching and start reading!

seeing is believing?

In response to one of the earlier comments, i have chosen to deal with a question asked to me: Just because you think you see something, does that mean that it's really there? And my answer?: Well, no. Not necessarily.
We're all humans. (At least, I'm human, and i'm assuming that you are, too.) And humans like to make illusions for themselves, to try to make more sense of the world. Think about it. You must have conjured up an illusion without realizing it. In fact, you probably do it all the time. Take, for example, the way some people think about others. Most of it is probably just something we've made up. If you think of someone as a person with a perfect little family, and a perfect little house, and a perfect little life, you are definitely lying to yourself. Nobody has a perfect life. That's a fact. Trying to kid yourself into thinking that somebody's life is a walk through the park compared to yours is lying to yourself. Still, when you look at that person, that's what you see. And that's an illusion.
We have all sorts of illusions that we make for ourselves. Take safety, for example. that might be one of the biggest illusions there is. Does safety really exist? Is anyone ever really safe? we lock our doors and hide under our covers, and we feel safe, even though we're no safer than we would be without all of these precautions. But doing certain things make us feel more secure, so we keep doing them, even though in actuality we aren't really doing anything.
One of the strangest things that we do is this: when our illusions shatter, we just stand there, gasping in surprise, even though we're the ones who put them there in the first place. Why do think that is? think we should maybe try to change that? or stay forever as we are?

Connecting to Fictional Characters

A friend of mine once told me that she didn't care much for reading fantasy novels, because she didn't feel connected to the characters. She said that she can't feel connected to people who live in such a different world than her own.
This friend brought up a good point. Nobody likes reading things they can't relate to. So this is an important issue: how do we make the characters in stories of fantasy,more believable, when their worlds, and their conflicts, are obviously so different from the reader's?
The solution, i think, is quite obvious: don't make the characters and their conflicts so different from every-day people and problems. No matter how far removed a character's world might be, the character himself can be very similar to people in our world .
All people go through similar conflicts, no matter where they're from. Most teens go through the same problems of peer pressure, trying to figure right from wrong, and, most importantly, discovering who they are and where exactly they fit into the world. There's no reason why fictional characters shouldn't go through these same conflicts. Even if their storylines are very different from most people's, their thoughts, feelings, and problems should stay pretty much the same.
Keeping characters in fantasy similar to real-life people is crucial to keeping the characters believable. Readers must feel a connection with the characters they're reading about. If they don't they'll simply stop reading, and that's not very encouraging to the author, now is it?

What Is Real?

How do we know what's real and what's not? After all, this entire blog can just be a figment of your imagination, right? So who says that this, or anything for that matter, really exists? And who says that certain aspects of fantasy don't exist?
Most people, besides for a select few who mostly reside in Never-Never Land, don't say that they believe in fairies. and other such mystical beings. But they still can exist! Just because they're not in this world doesn't mean they're not in any world, right? Are you following what I'm saying here? Your imagination, and your stories, are their own separate worlds. So dragons, unicorns, elves, etc. are real, very real. they just aren't a part of this world.
That's the beauty of writing fiction. you can create any world you want, and put in it anything you want. And just because you made it up, it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. It exists in it's own special way. If you created it, it's real, to you and to anyone who dares to try to believe.
Okay, so you probably won't find pixies or kelpies, or even aliens, the next time you look out your window, but all of those things, and the worlds in which they live, are just as real as you and me.
That being said, does anyone have an opinion on this, or any other, topic? No? Hmm. Am I just writing to myself, people?! Where are you? Am i the only one interested in writing? There's gotta be more of you out there. Come on, talk to me. I'm waiting. This is no fun by myself.
i guess i just inspired all of you to go write, right? That must be why nobody's responding. It's not because nobody's interested in this blog! Heaven forbid! It's simply that you're all too busy writing fiction. Okay, good. Have a great time! See ya when I see ya!

i need you!

Did you ever say that you believe in fairies? Did you ever see something out of the corner of your eye that you couldn't quite explain? Were you ever afraid of the dark, not because of the darkness itself, but because of what might be lurking, unseen, in the blackness? Does your imagination sometimes seem more real to you than reality?
Do you love to read? Do you love to write? Above all, do you love to imagine? If you do, I need you!
I'm a teen from New York, and I'm starting this blog so that i can talk to other kids and teens who like writing. I'm not really sure where this is going to take us, but there's only one way to find out, right? There's one thing I know for sure- this is going to be amazing. but in order for it to work, i need kids to write! Come on, people! Start clicking on that keyboard! let's see where this blog is going to take us! I need you!