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I love English and I also Hate it!

Hello World Out There World!

Was exploring Facebook the other day when I came across this interesting post:

onlyhimlove

I love finding things like this. It not only shows you how awesome the English language is but also how horribly nightmarish you can be. Now, for those who don’t have the time to make up these sentences – don’t worry I’ve got you covered:

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Is there anyone else that thinks this is just amazing? Let me know in the comments below and until next time – toodles! :3

30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 28 – Funny Things

Post Five Things That Make You Laugh

I have a playlist on Youtube just for this post. If I need a good laugh these are the videos I pull up that brings a smile to my face every time. These are more laughing because they are cute than they are laughing because they are funny. Enjoy!

WARNING SOME MAY HAVE FOUL LANGUAGE. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

|ONE| He Squeaks!!!

 

|TWO| Save that Hour!!! *Warning strong language used*

 

|THREE| Loca The Special Pug

 

|FOUR| Hang Dried Sloth

 

|FIVE| Puppies verses Stairs

 

30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 27 – Butt Kicking

What Is Kicking Your Butt Right Now?

My Brain.

My brain is overwhelming at the moment. It fills my heads with thoughts that keep me up at night. Gives me ideas when I’m working on something else. Distracts me from the work I want to do. Reminds me to do work after I decide it’s time to take a break.

My brain is being a real jerk. funny-192.jpg-c200

I try to shut it up with watching movies. Stepping away from my projects for a little bit, thinking maybe that’s why my brain is being overwhelmed. I get some piece for a short amount of time… but then it goes back to guilting me that I’m not being productive. I try to eat – you need to work. I try to sleep – you need to work. I go for a walk – you need to work. I’m on vacation – you need to work.

Suffice to say… I’m not impressed with how my brain is handling life right now. -.-‘

30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 26 – Improvement

Something You Want To Improve In Your Life

Confidence.

I’ve always had issues with self-confidence, which may be a reason why I love writing so much. It helps me escape from the real world, allowing me to write my real self in fiction. A lot of my characters aren’t afraid to speak their mind or be confident in their choices –
the opposite of me. Whenever I make a choice I start panicking right away that I did the wrong thing. Whenever I say something I start panicking about if I upset them.

Life – I believe – would be so much easier if I Honey-Badger-Dont-Carejust stopped caring about what others thought about me. If I just woke up one day and said, “Today, I’m going to be a honey badger.”

Inside I’m confident. The voice you’re hearing on this blog is confident… but in real like on the daily I’m not. I’m quiet. I’m forgotten about. I don’t speak my mind. When I do speak I sputter or stutter out my words. I’m like Sadness from Pixar’s Inside Out at the start of the movie… when I honestly feel like Joy on the inside.

So yeah… confidence is something I need to improve on in my life. I think I’ll be happier for it.

30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 25: Word Image Search

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Word Image Search

Today’s challenge is: think of a word and search for it using Google Images. Writing something inspired by the 11th Image.

The word I chose was tranquillity. The 11th image was:

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I stood at the end of the board walk. The warm night air off the water stuck to my skin. I pulled my housecoat closer as the fluffy lime material tickled my skin. The smell of salt danced up my nose making me close my eyes and take a slower, deeper breath. The sound of waves lapped around me, slapping up onto my feet covered in white sand.

I open my eyes to see glass reflecting cotton of blues, pinks, and greys. The sky like candy pastels as I run my hand through my hair knocking away the fading electric blue strands.

I’m glad I came out here. I needed a break.

There came a knock from behind me. I turned around, feeling my frustration return. Someone was at my door and I had a good idea as to who it was.

Snapping my fingers the imaged faded, leaving me standing in the middle of the dark room. Photographs plastered the back wall caught the light through the crack in the drawn blinds when a car drove through the alleyway below. I could hear the neighbours shouting across the way as there came another knock on my front door.

The knocking this time was louder.

Secretly I had hoped he had left after thinking I wasn’t in.

“Jay!” it was Royce, as I had expected. “Jaya, open the fracking door – we need to talk!”

I smirked after hearing him use the word I commonly used to replace the oh so boring swears of this century. Maybe there was hope for Officer Bass after all.

Closing the door to my room and making sure the lock was latched, I made my way down the hallway covered in tacky floral print to the living room. I stood facing the entrance and with a snap of my fingers the front latch unlocked. He knocked again, obviously not noticing what I had done.

“It’s open – you Neanderthal,” I called, crossing my arms under my chest as he opened the door.

“It was locked – I checked,” Royce growled, closing the door. A thick manila folder was tucked under his right pit.

“Hope you check crime scenes better,” I smirked, noticing a hazel glare over his sunglasses, a habit I hadn’t yet been able to make him curb. “So, what brings yah to my lair this late?”

He took off his shoes, welcoming himself in like he had half a dozen times, collapsing in his usual spot in the corner of my lumpy black futon. Patches jumped up onto the back, settling near Royce as he gave her a hesitant pat. After they were both settled he set down the folder on my coffee table still covered with takeout containers.

“We found another body,” Royce muttered, moving to lean his elbows onto his knees after firmly planting his feet on the floor. He was hunched over in deep thought as I caught him give me a glance. “I know you’re off… since…”

He paused, taking off his sunglasses to set them atop the folder. He took a deep breath, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Patches was rubbing up against his back now for attention that he wasn’t going to give. I knew he blamed himself for what had happened but it wasn’t his fault. I wish I could have told him I was fine. I wanted to tell him that that Jinn couldn’t have killed me with an injury like that… but I couldn’t. He couldn’t know what I was. I couldn’t tell him or I’d be sent back to the bottle for who knows how long.

“Hey, Bass…” my voice was low but it reached his ears when he turned to give me a smirk at hearing his nickname, “you’re my partner – tell me what you need me to do.”

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Ha…. well that was unexpected… didn’t think Jaya would make a comeback. If you don’t remember Jaya – she was a free genie I wrote about a while back [Her First Appearance Is Here]. Maybe my mind is telling me something… XD

30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 24 – Hard Lesson

 

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The Lesson You Learnt The Hard Way

Now, I’ve written about how hard it is to be a writer before in the past blog post Writing Is Hard… but today I am supposed to talk about a lesson that I learned the hard way.

Writing isn’t actually the hardest part of being a writer. Writing is a challenge. Writing makes you pull out your hair and scream to the sky asking for help from your ancestors to give you strength to continue on… but then you go back to writing because we’re all masochists and love causing ourselves pain…

Writing makes us over think, over analyze and lose sleep over the tiniest of pointless details but that is writing. Writing is hard.

I knew that from years of writing. I learnt that through writing and editing my book but that pain… that suffering doesn’t compare to publishing.

With writing you have control over your project. You know the outcome of the story. You understand your characters, setting, plot…

What you can’t predict is what will happen when you are finished with your work. You think – at least this was what my previous naive self thought – I publish my work online and that’s that. It will take care of itself. People will see my work, love it or hate it and
move on.

summerchild.jpgHA! What a fool I was!

Publishing feels amazing at first because your story is done. What you don’t consider is the work that comes after your book is done. It doesn’t matter if you’re with a publisher or your work is self-published, there’s still a lot of work to be done.

You now have to build your brand, you readership, manage your sales, find places to sell your work, find ways to sell your work… get/register your ISBNs with your country and send your work to your country’s Legal Library (self-publishing legal stuff for a Canadian at least).

Instead of reading about sentence structure and character development you’ve replaced that with Marketing 101 and Guru Publishing Posts. You need to learn to talk to people and talk about your book… which is a nightmare for a introvert. But come hell or high water you do what you can to get your book out there. Not because you want to but because you owe your work the right to be read. You owe your potential readers the right to find your work.

AND when a reader tells you that they love the story or they can’t wait for the next book, you realize it’s all worth it. That those nights staring at the ceiling trying to figure out who you need to email, call, ‘run into’ the next morning was all worth it. That those hours you spent reading blogs on marketing and searching for sites to sell your work wasn’t a waste of time. One by one you’ll grow your readers and the more you write/publish – you hope it’ll get easier. 🙂

That’s the hard lesson I recently learnt… but after all this hard work I’m still wanting to be a writer. As much as it keeps me up at night and forces me to learn about something I was never quite good at (marketing) I still can’t see myself doing anything else. So, if that’s not a sign I’m doing what I love… I don’t know what is. 🙂

30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 23 – Letter

Write A Letter To Someone, Anyone

Dear Readers,

I know I haven’t been updating you on book 2 – Child of the Water – but life takes over, forcing us to focus our attention on other things. At the moment I’m still working away on chapter 15. I’m planning each chapter the best I can and I’ll try to keep you more informed of what’s going on. That, though, isn’t why I’m writing this letter to you.

As I mentioned before I like covering complicated/ big issues in my stories. The first book focused around a girl displaced by conflict who has to leave her home and learn to adapt in a new environment. You listen to her conflicting thoughts of her wanting to be back home but the inability to go back. You experience the racism those of her new home place on her because she’s different. You learn about one of the bigger issues: Them vs. Us.

These are all problems we are seeing today in the media. We have people being displaced by conflicts, forced to leave their homes to go to other countries to seek safety for themselves and their families. You hear about the fear the media is feeding about people and we listen assuming that everyone is a threat – which the majority of the time isn’t the case. We have children and families having to adapt to places that aren’t familiar and be reminded every time they want to go back that they can’t because their home is not home any more… that there is nothing left for them. We listen to politicians debate about mental health – using Them vs Us again; as if those suffering from mental health issues are in a separate group within society and therefore should be treated as such. That isn’t the case as mental health touches everyone’s life somehow – just like conflict, abuse, abandonment, othering… and so on. We may not all suffer the same degree as someone else, but we have all experienced something that would categorize us together under the all consuming title: THEM.

Why don’t we stop using the word THEM and THEY? Why don’t we look at people as what they really are – people. Every country has their issues. Every country has their threats. Every person has their secrets. Every person has their scars. It is not just one people behind these problems, but a mixture of people and issues bottled together that create these problems. It is the conflict, the hatred, the othering, and a much longer list of things that created what our world is dealing with today. We are as guilty for what is happening in the world as everyone else… but we aren’t told that. We are told it’s their problems. Their issues. Their fault.

Last time I checked we were all homo sapiens and we were all living on earth… so where is this their, them, they coming from? Yes, there are those that follow a different religion. Yes, there are people that may have different traditions, languages, cultures, opinions, appearance, sexual preferences, genders, experiences than you or I. But, I hate to break it to you – there are over 7 billion people in the world – there is bound to be diversity.

All right… let’s calm this rant down a little since I’m sounding like I’m becoming hostile.

*Breathes in. Breathes out.*

I know I’m just one person ranting about the world. This letter wasn’t supposed to go this way, but one thing about writing… you can plan it but that doesn’t mean that’s how it will end up. This is a passionate topic for me as I find it important that everyone has the right to be safe in their home. I think its important that children get an education and live in a loving community where they can be themselves and not have to worry about insults or harsh comments, or even physical violence because of who they are, what they wear, or what they believe.

I’m just one person… but even one person can make a difference if they use what they have in a good way. Like Uncle Ben from Spiderman would say, “With great power comes great responsibility.” I may not be able to climb walls or shoot webs but I do have the ability to write and that can be just as powerful. I wrote Child of the Light the way I did in hopes of creating a conversation among the younger generations. I wrote the book in hopes it would get people thinking about the connections between Liora, Caldor, and other characters to those being treated as Others in society.

I know this letter is deeper than most of my writing… but I hope this letter helped open your eyes or consider looking more into what is happening in the world. I also hope that if you have an opinion or share a common opinion that you won’t hesitate to share it in the comments below.

Now I must part as I have some LGBTQIA sub-Reddits to explore and a character to develop.

Toodles for now,

DMWiltshire

30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 22 – Shuffle

First Fifteen Songs You hear On Shuffle

Since I already did a song list thing earlier this challenge, I’m not going to bore you with the details of each of these songs. The fact of the matter is I love anything and everything. My music is a reflections of my personality – I’m up for anything and I won’t say no unless I’ve given it a try before and didn’t like it.

With saying that, here are fifteen songs I got when playing my IPod on shuffle:

Dawn Langstroth – You Don’t Want Me

Bing Cosby/Vic Schoen – Chattanoogie Shoe Shine Bar

Fleetwood Mac – Dreams

Mateo Messina – Up the Spout

Carlyle Fraser – Family Portrait

Barenaked Ladies – Humungous Tree

Katy Perry – Firework

The Ink Spots – Do I Worry?

Barenaked Ladies – Something You’ll Never Find

Howard Baer – Spancil Hill

Dean Martin – Memories are made of this

Marianas Trench – All to Myself

Florence And The Machine – Rabbit Heart (Raise It Up)

Enya – Boadicea

Jason Mraz – The Remedy

 This is probably the best song to end with. I just LOVE Jason Mraz. ❤

30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 21 – Lessons

What Three Lessons Do You Want Your Children To Learn From You?

|ONE|

If You Love Something Never Let It Go

I’m not talking about people in regards to this comment. I’m talking about what they are most passionate about.

I’ve always loved to write, but all my life people told me that I would never get a real job out of it. They told me I wouldn’t make money, and would be wasting my time if I continued onto that path.

I listened to them and instead of pursuing my real dream of becoming a writer I went to school for my second passion, which was to teach.

Sadly my backup plan backfired due to the low hiring rate for teachers in my country. This resulted in my finding a job in another field, dealing with numbers (-.-) and filing all day. I don’t mind my job. The people are nice and the work keeps my interest… but it isn’t my passion and isn’t my second passion.

It was working in a field outside my passions that I realized that this gave me time to pursue something else. I went back to writing and have published a book because of it. I’m not in it for the money. I have a job that pays me so I can continue writing for the fun of it and not the business of it.

|TWO|

Honesty Is The Best Policy 

Telling lies can be tiring. Trying to keep all those stories in line in your head. Hoping no one catches on to the fact you aren’t telling the truth. It is easier to just tell the truth and be honest.

Sometimes honesty will be harsher than a white lie but in the end it is better for people to know where you stand than have your opinions change with each interaction. At least that’s what I try to do.

|THREE|

You’ll Be An Adult One Day – Be Patient

Every kid wants to be an adult but the honest truth is – being and adult is all it’s cracked up to being. I know I couldn’t wait to grow up. I hated school. I hated my peers for the childish torment they put me through because I was more mature than they were. I hated some of my teachers for not being their to help me when I asked for their help in regards to the torment.

Being a kid sucks too, I know that… but there is a heck of a lot less stress when you are 14 than 24. You may not think so because your priorities are focused around other things but you do have less to worry about. You can be free from major responsibilities like paying bills and working to survive.

Let me and your father worry about that… cause you will have to do that soon enough when you’re out on your own.

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