Insanity. Seriously.

I really need to start writing more.  The last time I wrote (more than a journal entry) was months ago. Seriously. It's bad, especially considering I really want to write professionally. Hopefully this next school year will force help me to write more. I mean, I am going to be in charge of Lit Club and all, so I'm going to have to actually write some. My kind of serious writing project has been on a back burner for well over a year, I've hardly taken one look at it since. I used to obsess over it, writing some everyday, re-editing previous parts over and over and over again until I decide to just replace everything with something new to completely change the ending. I don't know if it's better that I stopped being so crazy about it, or if it's really true that most authors are crazy. Well, here's the prologue of my life's work:

            Running down the halls, banging on the doors, I can’t seem to escape this realm of insanity. All the doors are locked, some even boarded up. I knew coming here was a bad idea. Someone’s following me. I can feel it… I can barley see the knife he’s holding in his hand or the blood stains on it. He wants something, but I don’t know what. I don’t think I’ll ever know either. I keep running, and running, and running. I can‘t stop, I have to run. If I stop, then I’ll die, and if I die, then she’ll die too. The lights are coming back on, and I see the bloody dark walls turn pure white. My ragged black jacket is now white, the bleeding stops, and I can’t move my arms…

This was supposed to be a flash forward to the rest of the story. I've heard a lot of different criticism on it, the general consent on writing forums is it's dumb because you don't know the rest, but everywhere I posted it, people loved it. In case you didn't know, the first few sentences are the most important. It's what captures the attention of the reader. Whenever I go into the local bookstore, the library, or the book section of thrift stores, I go straight to the murder mystery section and if there's not a Dennis Lehane book I don't own, I find a random one that catches my eye and I read the first page. After doing this for a few (more like 20) books, I pick out one or two that were the most interesting. This method almost never failed me.

Anyway, back to my work-in-progress. It's called Insanity, and , well, I don't even know what it's about anymore. I've tweaked the ending so much, I don't know where I want to take it anymore.


I'm totally stuck. It sucks.


Much love from the girl in tight jeans, GinnaaayMarie.

I like making people angry, honestly.

Do you guys want to read a speech I wrote a while ago? I'm sure you do. Before I rant about the rant, I'll let you read it.

This is not for me. Do you think I sat down and wrote a lengthy speech for fun? This is for you. You, sitting in the background, pretnding not to listen. We all do it. Listen for inspiration or a good laugh. I bet you weren't expecting a lecture, were you?

People always say that terrorism is the biggest threat to America. I don't think it is. You know what I think is? Freedom. How often do you turn on the news and see all the things the government is doing about terrorism? You see a lot about how they're restricting people's rights. But it's for a good cause. That's what they tell you. It's shoved down your throat and regurgitated like good little Christian children. "Gay marrige is wrong." "Abortion is wrong." They give you your opinion. And you listen.  You obey. Where does that get you? That gets you an average job - usually stable, until they start laying people off. Then what wil you do? You're just the same as the other guy, they can find better people to do your job better. Then you're out of work. And guess what? You can't do a thing about it. You're stuck on welfare. You're equal to the people you used to look down upon, jobless, broke, barely eating.

Where's your god now?

I know what you're thinking. "This doesn't apply to me. I have my own opinions." But if I wasn't talking to you, who would I be talking to? Don't try to say "But, you don't even know my name." Because what does an arrangmemt of letters mean?

I know you're offended. But I'm not sorry. You know what they say, it's a free country. I can say what I want. For now.

Go ahead and take a minute to breathe. If it has the effect I want it to have, it should have made you really rethink your beliefs. If not, oh well, I'll keep tweaking it.

I actually originally wanted to take it in a different direction. I wanted to talk more about how it seems like the American government is doing more to restrict our rights than to protect us from outside threats. Now, I know that's not true (I mean, I'm pretty sure it's not true), the government is really doing their part to keep us safe and if they weren't, well, we would have bigger issues to worry about than these petty things. This was right after the SOPA/PIPA scandal, and I wanted to write about it because it made me so angry. So I wrote something up and shared it in Lit Club.


I really wanted to make people angry with this, truthfully. I think it's a bit to short to do that, but you never know. The only people that have heard it are agreeable people, and we tend to have the same view on stuff like this.


I don't have anything else to say right now. My brain isn't working.


Much love from the girl in tight jeans, GinnaaayMarie.