How To Have An Idea– A Powerpoint Presentation 2019 Edition

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**as we all know by the word Powerpoint, I mean memes and gifs**

I’m back from the land of perpetual writing, where virtual cabins play the craziest pranks (no, I’m serious *glares at Enni*) and every day is another debate of “one more YouTube video” and wordsprints. Tis wonderful. 😀 But I poke back onto here to sweeten up your Friday with the (very) novel idea of How To Have An Idea!

And also I might/might not talk about my novel. O_O

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Step 1. Breathe. 

This is quite simple to do. Open your mouth and swallow air. It takes some practice but in time, it should gradually get easier over time. Note: Do not try to breathe in Colorado. Altitude differences are horrendous. *nods*

Step 2. Decide to do something really crazy and insane and hard.

Of course, you know what I’m talking about.

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This also applies to everything you decide to do that pushes you out of your comfort zone (home), something of your own volition that nobody asked you to do and everyone thinks your insane. Thought of something? Wonderful! Now do it! My personal favorites are the ideas that reach out to anyone other than yourself,  such as*gasp* maybe helping out at the library suggesting books, researching an ailment for a friend and writing something in their honor. You get the idea. Once you commit to something crazy, you can move on to step three.

Step 3. Panic.

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Panicking is one of the best things you can do in a situation like this. Simply put, wave your arms in the air and flail like a mad man. Tis best to let this happen naturally, such as when you’re working on a project 10 minutes before  the deadline, cheering on a sports team, having a YouTube video export right as your computer shuts down, or in the process of tuning your violin and having the strings pop open.

Step 4. Try to walk around to clear your head. 

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While you’re at it, go fight some of your best friends because one of them accidentally invented an evil robot that tried to destroy the world and now the world wants you on time out right as your best best friend came back from being brainwashed not to mention your almost girl died due to mysterious causes RIP Peggy and her niece just handed your shield back which give you a reason to fight because honestly the 21st century (Fox) is really confusing. (OOPS. SPOILERS.) If that doesn’t clear your head, I recommend going to space and fighting a giant purple raisin. That will definitely clear your head. (Note: if you do this, don’t bring a broom.)

 

Jogging is good too.

Step 5. Scroll around on Pinterest in the wee hours of the night, burning phone battery and time. 

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If it’s an idea you’re after, there is no better way to get/not get/definitely not get then on the motherload of pictures. Pinterest. Memes are a very good way to start, then work your way into the fandoms. 😀 Warning, this will keep you up all night, so continue with step 6.

Step 6. Stay snack-drated.

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The importance of this is one I cannot stress often enough. It’s a must to have plenty of snacks to accompany your brainstorming aka Pinterest meme hunts aka the free and non-moving equivalent in regards to time wasting as Netflix. Some good snacks involve much sugar and nothing too healthy, although vegetable smoothies are very good as well. That’s the exception but not the example. I highly recommend French fries/popcorn/marshmellows.

Step 7. Join a support group to rant– er, discuss your idea empty life. 

While a real life, actually have to waste gas to drive to one, breathing, working, functioning support group is encouraged, to find one online is just as effective and highly suggested for those couch potatoes reading this right now. Unless you want to form a real life couch potato support group. Then come over and we can start in my mom’s living room. Bring potatoes.

Step 8. Try free writing your thoughts to make sure your brain is utterly and truly empty. 

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In both the literal and satirical sense (but especially in the latter) free writing helps remove whatever cobwebs your brain has spun in boredom. And memes from Step 5. I suggest writing nonstop for 25 minutes, then looking to see if in the shreds of sanity, there is something at least halfway acceptable to the constricts of society.

Step 9. Read a couple books in the hopes of sparking a burnt out fuse to write your own. 

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Yes, grab those books that weigh a brick from the kids’ fiction shelf. Then the same with YA. PERFECT! Now go shut yourself up and read. Preferably alone. With nobody to wonder why you’re sobbing as ideas fail to fill your head, but emotions run rampant. Perfect. You’ll get an idea in no time.

Step 10. Do absolutely nothing. 

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I feel like this is self explanatory. But see, to do nothing, do nothing. Like. Nothing. It is not hard to do nothing. So do nothing. It’s best to do nothing by not doing something, as time will tell. In the words of a bear of very big heart, “doing nothing leads to the best something”. And BEHOLD! An idea!

Follow these steps in the right order and you shall be sure to have an idea.

(and because I’m nice here’s a snippie of said idea. :D) Happy Friday!

_Lute snickers, but it’s such an awkward snicker that’s a mix between weird and adorable. Like a puppy tripping on a rock. Or a duck tripping. Ducks are adorable, just like that meme from- What were we talking about_

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Jo Ruins A Classic- The Ugly Duckling, Pt. 2

 

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So 3 of you would like to read the next part of my rewrite for The Ugly Duckling? How exciting! 😀 And no, I’m not being sarcastic, I’m being pretty honest. And I woulda posted it yesterday but you know, something called assignments got in the way? Like 5 of them? Anyhoo, they’re finished now. So. Let’s go!

(Also, I may or may not have embellished it cause hey why not?)

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I hastily put my letter down, trying to hide myself behind the giant plant as the Chancellor continued speaking. Marriage? I was aware that was coming. Now what could be so concerning to be old trouble?

“As Your Majesty is aware, the young Prince Simon arrives today to seek Her Royal Highness’s hand in marriage.”

WHAT!??!!?

“He has been travelling in distant lands..” the Chancellor continued saying, but I couldn’t hear anymore, my heart nearly stopping when I heard Prince Simon’s name. He was supposed to be my.. husband?

I thought your name was just Simon? I thought to myself as I pulled out the letter again, scanning the signature. “Yours truly, Simon,” it read in black and white. Was it the same one? Simon, my pen pal, was Simon, the prince?

I was jolted out of my thoughts by the Chancellor, who was speaking in his monotone voice. “The Prince Simon will naturally assume that Her Royal Highness has the customary- so customary as to be, in my own poor opinion, slightly monotonous- has what one might call the inevitable- so inevitable as to be, as I think of it, faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly-”

“What you are trying to say in the fewest words possible is that my daughter is not beautiful.” My father interrupted, thank heavens. I stifled a laugh at the last words, which I heard all too often.

“Her beauty is certainly elusive, Your Majesty.”

“It is. It has eluded you, it has eluded me, it has eluded everybody who has seen her. It has even eluded the Court Painter. His last words were, “well, I did my best.” His successor is now painting the view across the water meadows from the West Turret, his doctor has advised him to keep to landscape, you see.”

That did it. I laughed. Fortunately, nobody heard, but unfortunately, they continued talking.

“You don’t think she takes after me, at all? You don’t detect a likeness?” Father asked worriedly, rising from his chair a little. Oh dear, I thought to myself. I must have been adopted!

“Most certainly not.” The Chancellor stated solemnly.

They talked for quite a bit about now nice I was, and a pity my beautiful character didn’t have a beautiful face to match, which I won’t bother to go into detail because it’s quite old, and frankly if I laugh anymore, I’ll definitely be caught. It’s still really funny to me, you see. So for the sake of the story I’ll skip to when my mother came in the Throne Room.

“Ah. Talking about Camilla?” Mother asked as she briskly sat down.

“As always my dear, you are right.” Father said a bit nervously, because in reality he was talking about her. Mother didn’t notice, as she is not apt to do.

“This fellow, Simon,” she asked the Chancellor,” what’s he like?”

Now if this was my pen pal Simon, I could easily answer that. Hilarious, kind, understanding, witty. But most of all he had a good heart, which is more than I can say for quite a few around here. But since it wasn’t, well..

“Nobody has seen him, your Majesty.” dear old Chancellor answered.

“Why, how old is he?” Mother persisted.

“Five and twenty, I understand.” I perked up at this. Same age as my pen pal. And same age as I.

“In twenty-five years he must have been seen by somebody!” my mother exclaimed. The Chancellor launched into a lengthy explanation that the prince had been travelling in far away lands, and thus no report of him had reached our kingdom. This seemed to satisfy Mother.

“Nothing gone wrong with his eyes? Sunstroke or anything?” Mother inquired, sounding almost hopeful such was the case. I tried to hide my merriment, and myself. Would people ever see me for me?

“…the heralds blew their trumpets and announced that she would marry whichever Prince was left master of the field when all but one had been unhorsed,” my mother explained to the Chancellor, was mercifully wasn’t present at the Tournament of Love last year. I apparently was so hopeless it was necessary.

“The trumpets were blown again, they charged enthusiastically into the fight, and-” the good part of this story was interrupted by my father who was subtly whistling.

“Don’t do that.” Mother commanded severely, glaring at my father.

“I’m sorry, my dear,” Father apologized… somewhat contritely.

“And what happened? They all simultaneously fell off their horses and assumed a posture of defeat!”

I sighed happily. Simon had thought that was the funniest thing when I wrote about it last year, leaving out the fact I was a princess. No need to mention that. He seemed to think a great deal of what I said. If only the same would be true of the prince.

“His body was found in the moat next morning,” Mother said quietly, referring the unlucky soul who was the last to fall off his horse.

“But what was he doing in the moat, your Majesty?” the Chancellor asked in confusion.

“Bobbing about. Try not to ask needless questions.” Father said calmly, as if the sudden death of a suitor was the most natural thing. Considering that the poor fellow had to answer a riddle before we could be wed and failed, one can wonder.

I sneaked back out one of the doors to follow the increasing noise that was outside. The sound was of the annoyingly slow drawbridge that was being let down, and a few passerby’s cheers for it to come down. So the prince had arrived at last. I turned on my heel and headed back into the throne room to relay the news.

“I give you, with this kiss, a wedding day surprise. Where ignorance is bliss, tis folly to be wise,” my father’s voice echoed from the long hall on my way there. “I thought the last two lines rather neat. But what it meant-”

“We can see what it meant!” Mother snapped. “She was given beauty- and where is it? The wedding day surprise is that there will never be a wedding day.”

Oh mother, wouldn’t you like to know? I thought snarkily to myself.

“Young men being what they are, my dear,” my father soothed, “it would be much more surprising if there were a wedding day. So how-”

Everyone in the room turned to me as I came in.

“Hallo, darling!” I said calmly, walking toward the thrones. “Oh! Affairs Of state? Sorry.”

“Don’t go Camilla,” my father asked me, holding out his hand. I took it.

“You are aware, Camilla,” Mother asked, “that Prince Simon arrives today?”

“He has arrived,” I told her. “They’re just letting down the drawbridge.”

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Okay, if you’ve made it this far, congrats! Part three should be coming out soon. 😉 Here’s a sneak peek:

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Put a different caption for this! What do you think is happening?

I fully commend you guys. This is 1k full of words. Enjoy the day!

Sa Wakas! (Or, In English, At Last!!!) (Random Photography+ Summer Recap+ Boring Plans Nobody Wants To Read)

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First off, I am really, really, reaaaaly glad my pictures are visible again.

Also, second off, if it seems I’m using a lot of Tagalog phrases, there’s a good reason for that. One of my charries is a second generation Filipino, which I’ve been wanting to write for a while.

Anyway, how are you world?

Not very good, I know, I know. But you’re still spinning and coping, and inching away from summer all the same. Take a break, why don’t you?

(Actually no keep spinning, we’d be in huge trouble if you didn’t!)

Summer’s officially over.

And I– don’t mind?

How odd.

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It’s been a great summer. A hard one, but a great one nonetheless.

Let’s see..

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May was a happy month. May was when my sister flew back home, we drove to Buffalo, the cherry blossoms bloomed, and I started working on Mirages. May was a giant birthday prank, with lots of secret texting and emailing. May was joining Bible Bee, not realizing how much it would change my life. May was when summer warmed up, May was when it was all okay, May was the calm before the calm before the storm.  (That’s intentional)

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June was a whopper.

Lemme just say that.

In June, I got to fly out and see family. Family. And my folks’ definition of family extends to the inlaws’ inlaws. Somehow we all fit and it’s awesome. I got to hang out with cousins I haven’t seen in 4 years. And steal donuts. June was heavy plotting month. PLOT PLOT PLOT. It was fun. June was when I first met my Camp NaNo cabinmates, some of whom I’d just met and quickly became close friends.

And June was when I got my DSLR and life through these lens has never been clearer.

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July was HARD.

Yet somehow it wasn’t quite the storm.

Still, it was HARD.

July was Camp NaNo. July was Niagara Falls and Royal Ontario Museum and deep downtown Toronto and fireworks and late-into-the-night-discussions.  *gulps* July was typing away for dear life, blasting music at 100% at 1 AM, July was gulping all the bacon crumbles, July was all the “nobody asked you to join Camp NaNo” and the “you spend too much time writing” and the “do something more productive with your time” and the “go read a book” and pushing and failing and giving up and not giving up.

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July was cabinmates who were really friends who knew me too well and yelled at me not to give up. July was a caring, interested person who thought I was a hard worker and treated me like an equal. July was a sticky hot summer day spent under the shade of a tree. July was a surgery, anxious waiting. July was all the accusations fired and finding solace in the Word.  July was dreams refusing to be dashed.

July was no sleepy month.

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August was a downpour.

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August was me wrestling with a lot of questions, hoping to find the truth. August was rest from Camp NaNo. August was bonding with friends I didn’t know cared. August was baseball, and the smell of leather.

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August was the crickets chirping late at night, August was reading past nonexistent bedtimes, August was re-reading my stories and making new ones. August was silent stares, and earphones on almost perpetually. August was being up at 7 am washing dishes and belting out songs that surprisingly didn’t wake anyone up. August was watching the sunrise. August was intense Bible study that I loved and memorization and Greek words and the joy of knowing God more than I ever did before. August was teaching an eager girl how to secretly take pictures, and helping kids climb and swing from bars and block punches. Don’t ask. August was music, and words, and pictures. August was trying to find a safe place.

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It still is.

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It’s only at the end of summer we’re grateful for it, why is that? 😛

And that’s been my summer.

Before I’d be griping that we couldn’t go camping or to an amusement park or hiking or to the fair, or any of the other things I saw other kids doing, and I wanted to but never did.

This summer I wanted to take every opportunity that came my way. I wanted to take it, no matter what.

And I did.

And for that, I am grateful.

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And now September’s coming and the recap is done and I’m left asking myself something.

Now what?

I know I wanna continue growing in the Lord. I know I wanna write my stories.

But I don’t know much else.

I don’t know how I’m gonna commute to my first job, if I get one next year. I don’t know if my stories will ever be good enough. I don’t know how I’m gonna handle school. I don’t know what will happen during Christmas break. I don’t know how the year will end, or the next year begin. I don’t know and all these speculations are filling my head too much.

I know God does.

And that’s enough for me.

All the intricate details of my life, I can leave in His hands.

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But I do know that writing is gonna level up. I love my stories, and maybe they’re worth being told.

Maybe after I finish Mirages, I can finish What Goes On In A Small Town, and polish those. Maybe I can start Remember Me, and maybe I can write Skirt Girl And The Hockey Rink.

I can’t wait.

So goodbye summer. I won’t forget you anytime soon.

 

 

 

 

My Play By Play Review Of The Greatest Showman (Rant, More Like!)

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So, when Zeke said I was too busy geeking out over musicals, this was it.  Blame The Piano Guys for doing a cover of ‘Rewrite The Stars’. I had to watch the original. Then I had to watch the whole movie. I’m here, right now, giving my whole reaction to The Greatest Showman. Here goes.

SPOILER ALERT. IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER. TURN BACK NOW.

Oh and by the way, this has 100% spoilers, so don’t read this unless you really wanna know.

Ok, great so far. Man, that deep “ladies and gents”. It is so chillingly awesome.

Young P.T and Charity are sweet. Mr. Charity’s dad is a professional JERK.

WHAT??? P.T’s dad dies?!?!?!

Dudes, let’s take a moment to appreciate Charity Barnum. She- seriously, we see her playful and playing with her daughters. And she’s so supportive of her husband, man. Hardcore. While’s we’re at it, this family-ness is awesome.

Ok. Woah. Sly moves with the sunken ships as collateral, P.T. Risky, but sly.

“May I ride the giraffe?” “You may- NOT.” PRICELESS!

Ahh Anne and W.D!

Woah. We see Phillip. Yuck, what is up with him and drinking? If it weren’t for the extreme and kinda overboard drinking, The Other Side might just be better. I mean, P.T. You a family man. Act like it.

*screams* Phillip meets Anne. O_O WAAA. And the look W.D gives Phillip. Awesome.

“Mr. Bennet, I am blushing!” Lettie is so cool with it.

Ahhhhh Caroline and Helen! Can we just awe over their interaction with the troupe?? I mean! And obviously, *cough cough*, their interaction with Phillip. Whaddya know, folks, he has a heart. And ah, so the fanfictions kept showing Phillip as a big brother to the Barnum girls. And the fanfictions did not disappoint. You can’t imagine the happiness I felt when I learned it was actually canon.  And argh what he says to Anne? Ahhh character development!!

No offense, but I feel like the queen laughing is kinda forced and fake. In real life, and at that time period, Tom Thumb woulda been in seriously trouble for being so rude.

Phillip looking at Anne. I like this.

P.T. looking at Jenny Lind. I DO NOT LIKE THIS AT ALL. P.T, you. are. married. And even without that aspect, he just wants to make money off her voice. Scoundrel showman.

I’ll grudgingly admit that her voice is good. AND DAT PART WHERE ANNE AND PHILLIP HOLD HANDS. Ahhh my heart is happy. But P.T, you moron. HOW DARE YOU SHAME THE TROUPE AND MAKE EM STAND. DUDE.

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NOOOOO. He let go of her hand. ARGHHH I take back every nice thing I ever said about you! Dude. Dude. DUDE you and P.T oughta be hanged.

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Ok, I don’t blame P.T. for wanting to rub it in his father-in-law’s face, but DAT WRONG TIME.

And how dare he not treat the troupe as equals??? I mean- why??? Just to be with Jenny?? I NO LIKE DIS.

Lettie. Rock IT. YASS. POETIC JUSTICE. YOU BE YOU.

Does anyone think it’s weird for them to be hip hop dancing in the 1800s? It’s not bad weird, but I did think it was a little outta place.

SHOW HIM ANNE. YOU SHOW HIM WHAT A FOOL NINCOMPOOP HE WAS.

Yeah, back away Phillip. Be ashamed. You too P.T.

Phillip. Being reasonable. Good. “Why did Napoleon march into Russia?” “Napoleon was defeated.”  Love dis.

AHH WHERE IS THE MAN P.T USED TO BE??? It’s replaced with this greedy money hoarding.. scoundrel.

“How do ya think I built it?” Yo. with yo family.

On a lighter note, I love how Phillip and the troupe interact. As equals, not like he’s better than them.

W.D’s reaction when Lettie asks “don’t you have somewhere to be?”. He’s like, “this not happening.” It’s sweet.

This whole movie has me giddy.

Anne’s face when Phillip says “there’s meant to be two.” Phillip, you’re back!

DUDE NOOOOOOOOOO. Why did Mr. and Mrs. Carlyle have to ruin everything?? It was a legit date! WHYYYYYY

The pride Phillip has though when he introduces Anne. Hey, maybe there’s hope in the world. And then this anger when his dad insults Anne. MAN BRO.

MAN. He runs after her. I feel so bad though, they had a DATE for cryin’ out loud!

It seems kinda dumb for Phillip to burst into song, but hey. It’s a musical. No judging here.

Anne rams into him, and he catches her. THE MAN CATCHES HER. Keep him.

I love the character development of P.T. We see a very human side of him, a side that keeps wanting more. Respect to the writers. But honestly, Charity, he’s not worthy of you. Charity is hardcore. I dunno why she’s staying with him.

Oh lookee, Phillip’s growing up. Good for him.

Cinematography is good.

Argh Jenny has no right to be leaning on Phillip’s shoulder! DUDE MAN! Push the girl off!

I thought Jenny didn’t care about ovations. Liar. Bennet’s a jerk.

AHHHH NOOOO THE FLIRT!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

I hate Lind, but she said something pretty true when she said, “When you’re careless with other people, you’re ruining yourself.”

OH NO. UH OH. Charity ain’t gonna be happy.

YAYY Phillip! Good to see ya!

NO I TAKE THAT BACK BAD TO SEE YA!

I like the fight scene though, everyone’s so into it.

NOOOOOOO. ARSON, REALLY??

*wails* Phillip don’t go back in thereeeeee

Ahhhhhh this is heartbreaking!

I can’t handle this heartbreak.

Mr. Bennet. Go hang or something, we don’t want you.

Actually, maybe we do.

NEVERMIND. No news is good news.

Charity, I feel you!

Lettie, whoo-hooo!

“When the glitter fades and the walls won’t hold.” Glad to see P.T’s coming around.

Finally the idiot wakes up. It only took Barnum the whole movie.

WHAT IS WITH THE DRINKING. AND THE DANCING.

Phillip wakes up. YASS

Deja vu. It happened all over again. P.T walks to Charity’s dad’s house, and the same thing happens.

“I wanted to be more than I was.” And you became less, P.T

MAN. Why they mash up From Now On and A Million Dreams??

A suit and a face full of bruises don’t go together. Just no.

Anne’s face. She be like, “that’s my man.”

And the happy ending.

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Well, that was a total rant.

Hehe, not sorry.

So, what does this movie add up to?

Hm, I’m no judge of character, mind you. But this movie, the familyness especially is something I’ve missed in movies. I’d have to give this 7/10, because some drinking and use of bad language, not to mention some “turn off the screen” scenes were in there.

But, for all of that, the plot was surprisingly solid. It was a plot.

Therefore, I like it. And I’m pretty sure that you guys are kinda shocked at the fangirl side of me, but as a writer, I really love the fact that this actually has a plot. So. 🙂

Thanks for reading. And don’t worry, there will be some tamer reviews of books coming around.