Showing posts with label my life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label my life. Show all posts

Monday, December 7, 2015

finals: from good to great to bad to worse

So it's final's week. The week the previous semester has allegedly prepared you for. And you are probably feeling like me right now: COMPlETlELY AND oVERlY oveRWhELmEDD.

But that's okay, because here is a story of how my finals week went via gif-meme-storytime.


FINALS WEEK:

During the week before Thanksgiving break, you look ahead at your life and laugh. All that finals stuff is so far away.









During thanksgiving break, you laugh in the face of homework.







But then, on the Sunday before classes start, you look at Blackboard.









So. Much. Homework. "Okay, no big deal. I can do this."

















2am Monday morning:





















Monday morning, you walk into class like








And your English professor asks if you want to take the test in class, and you're like










But then you figure out your science professor has decided to do the test online, and you're all











But then you get the assignment sheet for your poetry class and it calls for six pages and six poem analyses and it's like











But you're still determined to do well.











You're trying to get your group presentation together and you're partners aren't answering their emails, so you just











But you still nail that presentation, thanks in no small part to yourself.












You finally finish the last week of classes and head home for a weekend full of homework, but you're still pretty optimistic because you only have to go to campus once next week.











But then you check your email on Friday and your English professor has finally sent out the final assignment, and you see it's still due Tuesday of finals week.










And then you look at the four essay prompts and realize you have never seen these topics before in your life.












Suddenly, your entire easy week of finals is in flames.












You throw yourself into homework and books and internet searches in an attempt to get ahead of things.









And then you realize that 'tis all in vain. Finals are swallowing you.










In denial, you studiously work away...









Until you finally have a breakdown.







There is no saving you.









You walk around on campus looking at your friends like








And they look just as traumatized as you.










Eventually, you get to the point where nothing matters. What do you care if you don't graduate?








But you still lie awake at night like












Teacher: "How dare you plagiarize?"













You start lashing out at your family in frustration.




















Your siblings know you're going through finals, yet they still ask if you want to go see a movie.









But you go anyway, crying the whole time about how badly you're procrastinating.












Kinda like I am right now.















Yeah, that's right. Blogception.






Bye.

Friday, November 27, 2015

New Look & News


I promised a post on writing "risky" topics like racism, genocide, substance abuse, etc. via Twitter, and I will not disappoint you, faithful readers. However, I thought it best to explain the new look (and why I haven't been present in the past month).

A new look was promised in October via Twitter, but I did not deliver...so now, I present to you the new and updated INKSPOT. Inkspot is now a fully functional artsy-looking blog with it's own hashtag (#inkspot) and even a fancy new FAQs and EDITING page set up on the top taps bar. I changed up the design of the blog in an attempt to make it look more clean-cut and professional without being too girly (ahem the pink of the last design) or too amateur (ahem the pink of the last design). It took a few hours to finish the look; I even tried downloading fancy blogger templates, but obviously that didn't work out too well. I was forced to design it based on my limited technical abilities and the extremely small gallery of blogger templates/fonts/colors/designs. I'm pretty happy with the result.

With a new look comes a new focus, and that focus is simply re-stating the previously developed purpose of this blog--to provide fun, insightful, unique, and quality informational posts on all things writing. Based on some of the comments I've received over the years, I've learned how to hone the strengths of this blog to create something my readers have referred to as "non-preachy" and "relatable"--which I think are awesome words to describe what I'm trying to do. My purpose is to provide thoughtful help and tips with a fun twist, not to preach to the masses and demand to be respected. We're all in this writing adventure together, and I'm positive I have as much to learn from you as you have to learn from me.

That being said, welcome to Inkspot. Thanks for hanging with me for these three years. I hope you plan to stay a little longer, because there are some fun things up ahead!

Sneak Peek into the Future:

  • Post on including risky topics like racism, genocide, addiction, abuse, mental illness, etc. even in your fantasy/sci-fi/non-modern-based novels
  • Post on appreciating movies separately from their books
  • Writing contests, polls, prompt games, and more
  • New editing offer--send your stuff to me to get edited! (see EDITING page)
  • New FAQs page
  • Posting more of my own writing--including poems and excerpts
  • Posting more of YOUR writing--via contests and prompt games
It's gonna be a fun year, ya'll.

Until next time!

~Ana

Saturday, August 1, 2015

Ana has Joined the Twitter

Behold, I have joined the Twitter. Yet another social networking platform has been invaded by my insanity.

But there's just one problem...

I CANT FIND ANYONE ON THERE!!!

Where are you guys?!?!??!

YOU HAVE TO COME FOLLOW ME SO I CAN HAVE FRIENDS!!!

My username is @anacrossbooks so come find me so I can find all you lovely peoples. Follow backs are promised, I just want some more awesome people I can follow. :)

I promise a real post will come very very soon. Until then...

SIANARA, SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG.

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Good to Know

Judging by the blogs I follow, I decided it's good to know I'm not the only slacker blogger in the world.

Monday, October 13, 2014

Writer's Block: Fear of Failure

Today, since I have done nothing but write essays, I present to you an essay about Writer's Block So, behold. Enjoy. Ignore documentation. It's necessary.

(Also ignore bit CITATION things. That's me being too lazy right now to figure out how to document websites with no author and no page number.)

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I banged my head on my desk and groaned. It was midnight on a school night, and here I was, sitting alone, my workspace illuminated only by a silver desk lamp hovering over my laptop. A blank document blared white light on my face on my laptop screen, where I had just left an sentenced unfinished. A verb dangled like a rock climber without equipment, threatening to fall into the blank emptiness below if I didn’t block its exit with a period. What on earth did I think I was doing?  Did I actually think I could finish this novel before my eighteenth birthday? Sure, I was seven years into it, but I had over four hundred pages typed and I was far from finishing.

I’ve had writer’s block for nearly a year…and I’m not talking about the writer’s block some authors (including myself) have claimed when they’re really just lazy. I’m talking about full-on, physically painful writer’s block that begins to make you wonder if you’re really a writer at all. Writer’s block is defined as “a psychological inhibition preventing a writer from proceeding with a piece” (Merriam-Webster). All who have done any sort of writing—essays, emails, letters, stories, poems—have suffered from it. Some, like best-selling author Tom Clancy, claim writer’s block is “pure laziness,” because he can finish a novel in a year and a half and only get writer’s block for “11 minutes” (qtd. in Hiaasen 3E). For some, this may be true. For others, though, writer’s block is a much more real threat.

Writer’s block can be caused by an array of different things. Loss of interest in a piece is one of the main problems, in which there is only one solution: Write something else. When you are interested and excited about writing something, however, and freeze up whenever you sit down to actually write it, something besides laziness or disinterest is at work. Art correspondent for the South Florida Sun, Rob Hiassan, diagnoses writer’s block as such:

“Fear — that’s the rub. Writers often fear their writing isn’t any good. Writers are fearful that others won’t like their work. They fear their best work is behind them, waving at them in the rearview mirror and laughing. Behind the scenes of great literature have been writers battling great periods of creative dormancy. William Shakespeare suffered ‘the utter pain of blank . . .’” (3E).

Seems legitimate, right? I came to realize this painful truth while writing the end of my first novel. I poured my heart into four hundred pages of prose, and when it came time to tie it all together into one heart-rending conclusion, I was terrified that it wouldn’t live up to my expectations, or that if I didn’t write the absolute perfect ending, my entire novel would dwindle off into mediocrity.

Other fears are sure to cause writer’s block as well. Award-winning thriller writer William Deverell talks about his own experience with fear and writer’s block, explaining, “My fear was, my Can-Litish father would disapprove if I wrote in the genre which I eventually did” (qtd. in Ross C.7). J.K. Rowling, world-renown best-selling author of the hugely popular Harry Potter series, even suffered paralyzing writer’s block, explaining, “I’ve only suffered writer’s block badly once, and that was during the writing of Chamber of Secrets. I had my first burst of publicity about the first book and it paralyzed me. I was scared the second book wouldn’t measure up . . .” (CITATION)

This fear of failure paralyzes writers perhaps worst of all. Dancers can save a flawed performance with just a few perfectly executed moves. In art, nearly anything goes. In writing, a bad work can’t be saved by a few good lines. In writing, everything must be constructed perfectly to represent reasonable thought. Stories must have a sense of believability to them, and characters must be as realistic as possible (and people wonder why writer’s have issues).


Could there possibly be a cure for writer’s block, then? Is there a cure for a crippling fear of failure? Sure there is: Just write. Deverell mentioned his fear of his father disapproving of his writing; he continues the story by saying, “What finally happened was, I got a page out and the dam burst” (qtd. in Ross C.7). Sidonie-Gabrielle Colette, famous french novelist and screenwriter during the late 1800s and early 1900s, claims, “Writing only leads to more writing” (CITATION). In my experience, it’s true; the more you write, the more you want to write. And when you push past the barriers of your fear and throw yourself recklessly into your writing, you are throwing kindling on the spark of your ardor. Passion drives good writing more than anything in the world. Rob Hiaasen writes, “Think harder about a singular passion. This story, too, must be about a passion for one simple thing. The passion for a story.”

Sunday, September 14, 2014

AH!!! COLLEGE!!!

AH!

COLLEGE!!!

Yup, I finally started. Thus, in the past 3+ weeks, I have done zero writing. Yup! ZIPPO! Unless you count writing essays writing. Because I have to write like four a week. But I have learned some stuff from writing those essays. Actually, I thought I wrote a pretty nifty piece today in a summary/connection paper for English class. Behold...

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So, I began to look. I hunted for treasures, tiny snapshots of moments that held some beauty to me. Searching was hard at first, but as I continued this lifestyle, I saw more and more beauty in everyday things. It was from this time I learned that the sky is the deepest blue at four o’clock pm, and that clouds look like paintings right before it rains; that the two little male ducks, the ones I call “the brothers,” swim around my pond from nine to eleven every morning. I found when you sit on the porch on a quiet summer evening, you can feel the music of a thousand creatures enjoying life as much as you, and if you listen closely, you can hear the pure thrill of living shifting the trees.

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...Yeah, I thought it was nifty.

So forgive me for any lack of posting...it's REALLY busy and I've broken down completely about three times...that's once a week...

I wasn't very cut out for college okay.

This is my phone background for reason.








And this accurately represents my college days.









and this is my motivational poster.





Monday, May 26, 2014

A Big Milestone: ADULTHOOD


About...like...two months ago, I turned a very important age.

18.

Yup. The biggest age I've ever turned. The big adult year. College life ahead, high school behind. No more unicorns for me.

Well, the surprising thing is, I don't feel much different. When I turned 16, I felt SO much older for some reason. I felt more responsible, more mature, all around...just...older. 17 was similar. I had college worries and senior year stress and all that. But 18 just isn't so bad to me. As I told my dear friend from ballet, "I don't feel much different. Now I can just go to jail."

Haha. I'm so funny aren't I.

Anyways, the only thing in my 18th year so far that makes me think, "MAN. I AM REALLY OLD." is the impending thought of attending college this fall. Freshman in college is just so....wow.

Even through the confusion of registration, the newness of college, the fear of "fitting in", I know God's got me in His hands. The point is, Hakuna Matata! No worries for me. God's working it out one day at a time, and I'm putting my trust eternally in Him.


Monday, January 6, 2014

New Year's Resolutions

Happy new year! What was the first thing you did on January 1st, 12:00 am, 2014? I changed the channel from watching the ball in New York back to Batman and Robin (1997) on the Hub. I know, I do things right.

So, what's your new year's resolution? I haven't quite figured mine out yet. I think I'm deciding to get The Journey re-published and edited again. My brother has graciously agreed to edit it again, and he said his friend "knew people" (whatever that means, hopefully I won't be killed or anything by a mysterious ninja because of my book or something), so I think I'm deciding on that. Me and my agent decided mid-April, around the 15th, would be our deadline for finishing and republishing The Journey—exactly a year since it was originally published. Of course we'll have to re-copyright it and such...but it shouldn't be too hard of a problem.

The new year holds lots of possibilities! I'm always excited this time of year. And this is a BIG year for me; GRADUATION!! High school graduation, that is. I graduate in May and I will be attending college in August. OOH. SCARY. I'm so old and wrinkly and stuff. Frankly I'm a little apprehensive (that was a big word, Ana. Thanks, I've been reading my vocabulary homework.) But I know God has me in His hands (lucky me!).

Anyways, whatever your new year's resolution, I wish you the best of luck this new and surely fantasmical new year!!!

God bless all!!!


Saturday, October 19, 2013

Well, Life is Back to Normal. Mostly.

For the past 9+ months, I have been living in mayhem and catastrophe.

Which is mostly why I haven't posted recently.

First of all, let me make clear that I have a family of nine people. That's two parents, seven kids, ages 19–1 years. 19, 17, 15, 12, 8, 4, and 1, in fact. So, imagine us in a 2500 square foot house with four bedrooms. Not TOO hard, right? Well, we were paired up, though, two people a room, and we had one kid left over. So we decided poor littlest sister couldn't sleep in Mommy and Daddy's room forever, so we decided to build a 4300 (appx) square foot house. We had already sold our house, so we needed to get out pronto. Luckily, my grandma had just bought a two-bedroom 100 square foot condo, and she offered to let us live in it for the 4-5 months it would take for our house to be finished. It was a tight squeeze, but we figured the four months would be over really fast.

MONTH 1:
Happy and excited and ready to go, plus we live next to a Chik-Fil-A. Pretty happy.

MONTH 2:
Getting a little suspicious since they haven't started on the house, but figure it'll be like Extreme Home Makeover or something.

MONTH 3:
Getting really agitated at D.R. Horton for taking so long on building our house but still holding out hope for five months.

MONTH 4:
Really sick of living in condo. Parents are getting a little crazy about sleeping on the futon couch.

MONTH 5:
When someone says house, we cry a little.

MONTH 6:
Everyone's lost their mind. People are going crazy. I once sat in my room in the dark just to imagine that I was in a bigger house.

MONTH 7:
A dull pain settles over us. We're getting close to numb about the whole situation.

MONTH 8:
Rented a beach house! WE ARE TAN AND HAPPY!!!

MONTH 9:
BEACH HOUSES ARE THE BEST!!! D.R. Horton becomes a curse word.

MONTH 10: FINAAALLLYYYYYY!!! THE HOUSE IS DONE!!!!!

So. That's my year so far summed up. We were in a condo for 9+ months. As in, three girls in one bedroom, four boys in another, parents on the couch and sharing the utility closet for clothes, and one bathroom for us all.

Funny fun fun, isn't it?

Not to mention the condo only had like two windows in the main area, so the whole place was like a cave.

When we walked into our new house, my sister busted out with;


















I think I cried a little.

Anyways, that's why I didn't post that much those last few weeks. We're busy moving into our new house.

See, the deepness of this is, the condo was awful. But we placed our hopes in material things (our house) and it kept getting taken away. We should have been looking to God, who is always constant. Though I cried out for mercy many times in the last year, I didn't put my focus on Him, because I assumed everything would be awesome as soon as we got our house. I should have known that true peace comes with God.

Thanks!!



Thursday, June 27, 2013

What a WEEK...

It sure has been a looooong week. Me and my family have been super busy these past days...between trying to get a job (yeah, like writing isn't a REAL job...tuh, people these days... ;-}), listening to my eighteen-month-old sister scream her head off for five hours while my parents and my sister are gone at her five-hour-a-day dance thing, and trying to hack out an outline for The Sentinels, it's been a rough, rough week. In fact, as we speak, I have my little sister on my lap watching Tangled on the same computer I'm currently typing on.

Still, I have gotten some writing done, somehow! I attended a critiquing session with the Nassau Young Writer's Program and had some good feedback for The Journey. Also, my wonderful big brother (I nicknamed him the Random Idea Spitter-Outer) gave me some SERIOUS awesome ideas for The Cycle of Time. Not to mention I FINALLY started SERIOUSLY editing The Deadlands! Which is a big deal! Because I love that book but I've been dreading editing it's horrid roughness. But I've come to realize that it actually wasn't written as terribly as I once believed.

AHG...glad all that's off my chest.

Anyways. How's everyone else doing?

~Anastasia

P.S. Now you know why I haven't been posting... :)