Sunday, April 7, 2013

Reading and Teachers

Last year, I was reading constantly.

I always had a book in hand, many of which were marked with post-its or had reading logs stuck in the pages.

Last year, I loved reading, yet I was forced to do it. So I did it constantly. When reading at least twenty pages a day is your homework, you do it. You have to. You have to force yourself to sit down and read those twenty pages. And if you're me, then you can sit down and read forty or fifty or a hundred or three hundred instead of the required twenty.

After talking to a friend of mine, who had the same language arts teacher that I did, last year, I discovered something interesting. She, like me, loves reading. Both of us used to read constantly, especially last year when we were forced to do so. But both of us, starting directly after last school year finished-- when we were no longer forced to read twenty pages a day-- stopped reading as much.

Last summer I read perhaps five books. Last spring break, only two months previously, I read seven. Last year, I was in a constant state of reading.

This year, I've been reading, but definitely not as much.

Something about being forced to do it last year, made me read more than ever before. But now that I'm no longer forced to read, that I don't have to sit and think, "Oh, well I'd better get my reading done so my teacher doesn't get mad at me.", I don't read nearly as much.

It'll take me two weeks to get through a 200 page book nowadays, whereas I would have read a 200 page book in a night before.

This makes me sad.

This teacher that I had, who was trying to inspire us to read, trying to get us to enjoy it, who forced us to read, got me to the point where reading was homework. Where when I didn't have to do it, I was happy. I was happy I didn't have this constant assignment hanging over my head. Where I'm turning in more books to the library half-read or unread than actually finished.

It makes me kind of angry, actually. I know that this teacher was just trying to get us to love books. To love to read, to get us to a point where reading wasn't a chore, it was for fun. For me, reading was already fun. I adore it, actually, it's one of my favorite activities. But after last year, I consider it a chore. When you're forced to do something you love, rather than choosing to do it yourself, it makes it so much less fun.

Yet... she did the opposite. I haven't read even close to half as many books this year, as I did last year. This year, when sitting around doing nothing, I'm less likely to think, "Oh, I should grab a book and read," because it isn't this ever-present assignment.

Another thing about teachers and reading, is something that my current language arts teacher said to me, recently. He overheard me and a friend talking about a book that I gave her that she had recently read, and how much we loved it, and one of the characters in it. And he came up to us, and said, "You know, I really think it's time that you start branching out from teen literature. Try some classics! They're so much better!"

And I just didn't appreciate that at all. I love the YA genre-- there are so many good books in it, so many left undiscovered, so many to read and experience and fall in love with. And I've read several classics over the years-- granted, many of them were in class, but had I been reading them on my own, I know I wouldn't have either enjoyed them or finished them. For me, the YA genre is where I'm comfortable and happy. I do also read books classified as "adult" books, although I've definitely found that I love the YA genre best. Out of everything I've read, YA is where my heart lives.

And so telling me that classics are better than YA, makes me angry. I want to write YA literature-- whether or not I become an actual author isn't all that important in this scenario. I just want to write it. And one of the best things for me to do, is to read YA literature.

So really... sometimes I think that language arts teachers need to step back a bit, and let their students read as they please. Read what they please and when. Let them discover genres for themselves, let their students discover their love of reading, rather than have their teachers diminish it. I know that it's language arts teachers jobs to inspire reading and writing and creativity, but, to be quite honest, I've never had a language arts teacher who has truly inspired me.

My own creativity, my own love of reading comes from within, and I hate that over the years my teachers have tried to change it and mold it to what they think it should be. They think I should read classic books. They think I should read more, or read other things. They think that the best way of reading is this or that, when really it's something completely different for me.

Books, reading, writing, creativity... they're extremely personal things. And for me, teachers trying to shape my thoughts on these things that are so personal to me, doesn't work. It changes my original thoughts, and not in a good way. Teachers shouldn't care what you read, or how you read, I think. They should just care that you read. Of course, they're allowed to dictate what you read if it's a book for their class, but if it's just a book that you're reading on your own? I don't think that teachers should judge on what you're reading, be it comic books or YA literature or a classic. Does it really matter what it is that you're reading, as long as you are?

{This is a photo you've seen before, but it was the only one I had on my computer that seemed to fit with this post. Sorry.}

{Also I'm sorry that this post is so long, I had a lot to say. }


The Dandy Lioness

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

A Confession

I have a secret love for pop music.

It's funny-- I rarely listen to the radio, and some pop music drives me nuts, but in general, I have a secret love for the stuff. It's just... fun. It's fun to dance to and to listen to, and it's something that most everyone can agree on. I'm not really a music snob, either. I mean, I like a few bands and artists a lot (most recently they've been Brandi Carlile, the Red Hot Chili Peppers, and Imagine Dragons), but I don't listen to a lot of music.

I'll hear songs online, or on the radio and think "Hey, I like that." I'll hear them on the radio at gymnastics, or in the car with my friends, or when one of my friends is playing their iPod. And a lot of them are "pop" music.

Then again, if I'm trying to find something I want to listen to on 8Tracks, I'll try and go into the "pop" category, and decide that I just don't like any of what's there. But then I'll turn on the radio, and I'll be completely content to listen to it, despite commercials and everything.

So this is it.

My confession.

I have a secret love for pop music.

The Dandy Lioness

Saturday, March 9, 2013

We're Going On An Adventure

Adventure to me can be as simple as going to the grocery store. It can be as wild as flying to another continent with just my sister.

Adventure is going to see movie previews, or foreign films I'm sure I'll hate. Adventure is trips to IKEA and redoing my bedroom. Adventure is a dance show, or starting a new TV show.

Some of my favorite adventures include my YMCA group. We called ourselves the Chatterboxes, and we certainly lived up to the name. We'd spend weekends at campgrounds, making up games, climbing rockwalls and learning how to do archery. Once, my friend and I fell into a lake. In February. Another time, I was the only one of my group who was able to get to the meetup, and I got placed with another cabin. We had a blast, even though I wasn't part of their group.

One of my more recent adventures was attending my local comic con. I went with four of my friends, all of us cosplaying. It was amazing, fantastic, brilliant, and definitely an adventure.

Adventures can be creating new things, be it hats or manatees or attempting to draw. Adventure is trying to find a book sale, and arguing over directions with your dad. Adventure is trying your hair a new style, and going out to the grocery store, or the movies, or to school with it that way.

Often times, my mom and I will be in the car, headed to the grocery store, or the mall, and I'll proclaim, "We're going on an adventure!"

And we are. It's not necessarily big and grand and exciting, but every little moment is an adventure.

Or at least, that's how I see it.

{My latest manatee adventure, a Doctor Whooves themed manatee for a friend's birthday.}

{This post was in response to Mirriam's post about adventure.}

The Dandy Lioness

Friday, February 22, 2013

Home Is Where The Heart Is

People often say
that home is where the heart is
and if you asked me
where my home is
I don't know if I would spout off my address
or if I would say

That home to me
is waves crashing on the shore
and the scent of salt in the air
and worn down buildings
and cement stairs
and the sound of flip flops on gravel
and squeaky doors and broken stoves
and ugly bedding.

Home is where kites fly high above,
where cousins swing on rusty swing sets,
and dogs run.

Home is where all the paintings look the same,
and there's a bell in the little shop,
and when you can just tell when you're almost there,
and you've broken out of the trees,
and the cliffs are coming up.

Home is where reeds slap your legs,
where the water is icy cold.

Home is the start of summer,
and comfort food,
and sodas kept in a cooler.

Home is camp fires
and camping chairs,
and little condos
where the floor always has a fine layer of sand covering it,
and the chairs squeak,
and no one can quite figure out the microwave,
or where they've put the spoons this year.

Home is a little balcony
connected to my aunt's room
where dogs squeeze through the bars from one room to another,
and where I can curl up with a book,
and look out over the waves.

So yes,
while home is the brick house I've lived in,
for my entire life,
home is also on the beach shore
at the start of every summer.

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Where I've Been

Ah.

Yes.

Hello.

It's been a while.

Where've I been?

Well, here's a short list.

  • Trying to puzzle out my science homework.
  • Reading a book.
  • Gallavanting on NaNoWriMo and Tumblr.
  • Dancing.
  • Singing loudly and probably off-key to Imagine Dragons.
  • Watching Supernatural.
  • Watching My Little Pony.
  • Fangirling over the Lizzie Bennet Diaries.
  • Painting my nails.
  • Knitting hats.
  • Trying to plan out a new writing project.
  • Getting distracted from said writing project, and doodling on my whiteboards.
  • (Not) Cleaning my room.
  • Lying in a patch of sunlight on my living room floor.
  • Working on French.
  • Wishing it was summertime again.
  • Going through my pictures from summer, and sighing loudly.
  • Listening to songs that remind me of summer.
  • Wishing it wasn't February and it was (surprise, surprise) summer.
  • Excitedly planning out my makeup for comic con.
  • Trying to find a pair of socks that matches.
  • Sewing a pterodactyl. (I still refuse to believe that I was lied to my entire life, and that they didn't actually exist.)
  • Wandering around Ravelry and trying to find something easy to knit.
  • Jabbering with my friends.
  • Doodling in the margins of my papers.
  • Procuring a nasty cold.
  • Setting up my fairy lights again.
  • Playing with my dog.
  • Wishing I was travelling.
  • Starting a new semester.
  • Tearing my room apart in search of a t-shirt.
  • Carrying wood for my dad's work.
  • Watching Doctor Who.

So that's where I've been.

The Dandy Lioness

Monday, January 21, 2013

On Libraries, and Why I Love Them


I love libraries.

I love my local library (well, technically it isn’t my local library, but it’s my favorite library.  I don’t like the one that’s closest to my house as much as I do this one).  I love its book sales, and wandering down the shelves.  I love sitting cross-legged in the teen’s section, pouring over book after book, looking for ‘the one’ that captures my attention on that day.

I love that when I go to library book sales, I can get copies of my favorite books in great condition, for only a dollar or two.  (Looking for Alaska, Dealing With Dragons, and Airborn, to name a few.)  I love the hidden gold mines you find whilst browsing.

I love that I’m able to read anything for free, even if it does include a bit of a wait.  Just the other day, I picked up the Perks of Being a Wallflower, a book I’ve been meaning to read for ages.  I love that if I don’t finish a book, I can return it, free of charge.  (As long as I don’t let it get overdue, that is!) 

Libraries make me happy.  The scent of well-loved pages makes me happy.  The feel of a well-worn book makes me happy.  Even those old, mangled, dog-eared, cracked-spine books make me happy.

Libraries let us read anything and everything.  We can live vicariously through the lives of characters, or teach ourselves new skills, or research famous people or places.

Libraries are wonderful places, for they are thousand and one places at once. They are far-off planets, and our hometowns, Atlantis and ancient England, fantasy worlds, or our world with fantastic creatures.

I don’t understand people who don’t have a library card.  With just one piece of flimsy plastic, you can go anywhere, be anything.

Why would you pass that chance up?


The Dandy Lioness

Saturday, January 19, 2013

Carpe Diem?

I want to write another book.

I want to finish my NaNo'12.

I want to think about starting archery again.

I want to start something new.

I want to consider taking tennis.

I want to find something I love, and fall head over heels in love with it.

Not someone.

Something.

I want to find something to do.  I have dance, and I love that.  But I only have class twice a week, and until I get moved up (and maybe even then), that's all the classes I'll be able to take.  I want to have something where I'm involved in the community, where I make friends and feel just generally a part of something.

I started high school in the fall.  And yeah, I've made friends, and I like all my classes well enough, but I'm only in one club (Latin) and even at that, I don't love it.  I'm not a part of any teams, or any other commitments that have to do with my classmates.

I'm the queen of not over-committing myself, but I've gotten bored.

Restless.

I want to find something new and exciting.  Something where I get involved with my classmates, and get to know more people.

Most of my friends have sports teams at school, or they take music lessons, or have work, or are a part of drama, and are just generally busy a lot of the time.

I don't actually like being idle, I've discovered.

I prefer being up and bouncing around, to sitting around doing nothing, which is strange, because I seem to have fallen into the latter category, recently.

I have dance and gymnastics outside of school.  I have writing.  But through those things, I don't get to know my classmates better.  I know people through  what classes I have, or occasionally through other things, or just meeting each other at lunch.

I want to be more of a part of the community than I currently am.

Might as well try.

{SOOC}

The Dandy Lioness

Friday, December 28, 2012

Merry Christmas

Merry (belated) Christmas, everybody!  If you celebrate it, I hope it was wonderful.

For my family, Christmas was pretty little.  I got some clothes (two sweaters, a pair of jeans, fuzzy socks, wool socks, knee high bookworm socks, and knee high TARDIS socks, and two Doctor Who shirts), a few books (Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist and It's Kind of a Funny Story), some white board pens, a few little bag-type things, and River Song's screwdriver.

I'm quite happy with everything I got, though.  We had a crazy four day long stretch of Christmas, starting on the 23rd, where we had "family Christmas", where we all headed to my aunt's house and had Christmas with everyone in our extended family.  Christmas Eve was, as usual, hosted at our house, where we went to 5:00 mass, then headed home and had dinner and chatted, and exchanged a few gifts.

Christmas was, of course, Christmas, and we opened our stockings and gifts, and then had a lazy day, eating left overs for lunch, and playing with our gifts.  It was quite nice, really.  Then, on the 26th, I went over to a friend's house, and we baked cookies and had lots of fun.

All in all, it was a good Christmas.

I can't believe Christmas has come and gone so quickly.  But it was fun, if a bit hectic.

The Dandy Lioness

Saturday, December 15, 2012

In Which I Am Clumsy


Wondering why I haven't been around recently?

Last Monday, I ran into a wall, and sprained my pinky finger on my left hand.  Luckily, I'm right handed, but I was wearing the above splint up until yesterday, making it rather difficult to type.  Also, it was a kind of crazy two weeks, school-wise.

Now I just have tape on my fingers, but... yeah.  Sorry for not being around recently!  It's easier to type now, but my finger is still sprained, so it's not making it too easy to type.

I really need to stop running into things.  I've broken a toe by running into a door, I once chipped a tooth on a wall, and now I've sprained my finger.  This seems to be an ongoing problem...

But yes, hopefully I'll be back and blogging again soon!

The Dandy Lioness

Sunday, December 2, 2012

58,236, And Still Not Finished

My final word count of November, was 58,236.  I wrote about 2,000 words on Friday, determined to have a last "hurrah" of writing, for the month of November.

As you can see, by looking at my stats, for most of November, I was far ahead of the daily word goal, and going up at a steady pace.

But then I wrote 4,000 words in one day, hit 50,000 exactly, and I got, well, a little bit lazy.

But I'm okay with that.  Sure, if I had written every single day afterword, my novel might have ended up longer than it is now, I might even be finished with it.  But I'm okay with not having written every day.  Sometimes, you need a break from NaNoWriMo... and taking that break after you've won is always considerably more beneficial to your word count, then taking it in the middle of the month.

I'm happy with my word count, and, unlike last year, I don't completely hate my story, either.  In fact, I quite like it.  It's not finished yet, and there is certainly still "tweaking" to be done to everything, but all in all, I like it.  It's not terrible like last year's (which I will not go into detail about, but really, it was terrible,) which makes me happy.

This is the first year that I haven't finished my novel in November.  It's also the year where I wrote the most, beating 2011's NaNo out of the top spot for "The Most I Have Ever Written on Anything.  Ever." list.

And I mean, I'm sure there's a lot that I can cut.  But when I was around 30,000 words, I was wondering if I could fit everything into 50k.  Turns out, that I could, and more.

So yes.  NaNoWriMo 2012 was a very productive month for me.  It makes me happy that I won so soon, and I love the fact that I was able to push myself to do so.

The Dandy Lioness

Thursday, November 29, 2012

55,474 Words and Counting


Look what came in the mail today!

This isn't a real post, this is just me bragging that I have a new shirt, and that I'm a winner.

The Dandy Lioness

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Gearing Up for the Christmas Season

{This is a photo taken by my sister years ago, on a snow day, but I just edited it a bit.  Stealing isn't nice.}

It may not *quite* be Christmastime yet, but I was a bit impatient, and decided to decorate the blog for it anyway.  Christmastime is in less than a week!  My family is heading over to a friend's cabin to cut down our Christmas tree next Friday, which is a fun tradition that we have with that family.  I can't wait.  Thanksgiving is fine, but it's not my favorite holiday... no, my favorite holiday is Christmas.

I know what you're thinking.  "It must just be because of presents."

But not really.  I mean, the presents are a plus, of course, but not really.

Christmas means the possibility of snow.

Pretty lights everywhere.

Christmas displays.

My sister coming home for a month.

Cousins.

Two weeks of break.

Reindeer at the local nursery.

Hot chocolate and apple cider.

Chocolate lava cakes.

Christmas trees.

Christmas music.

Decorating the house.

The wooden advent calender my grandparents made.

The Christmas special of Doctor Who.

Scarves.

Knitting.

Fires.

Christmas is probably my favorite time of year.  The city where I live is beautiful, with lights and displays everywhere.  It always makes me really happy to see everything going up.

I've never understood how people could be so stressed out during my favorite time of year.  I know that many people have money problems and things, which I understand.  But how could you be stressed when there are pretty lights, and the thought of snow, and Christmas music on the radio?

The Dandy Lioness

**Also, if you're wondering about NaNoWriMo, I am participating this year.  In fact, I'm already to 44,000 words!**

Saturday, October 27, 2012

A Pinch of This, A Dash of That

*coughs*
*shuffles feet*

Hey there, guys...

It's been a while...

NaNoWriMo starts in FOUR DAYS.  FOUR!

Can you believe that?

I finally got my title today (it was between "Shattered Clockwork" and "Between the Lies" and I chose "Shattered Clockwork") after having had my plot for a week or two.  I'm quite excited actually.  I also made my cover today:

{The cover to my NaNo12, with my preferred pen name on it.}

It's fantasy, of course, and has princesses and castles, and lies and winged lions and man, I'm excited about it.

I've been crazy-busy recently.  I've finished my TARDIS costume!  Well, I finished it about two weeks ago, but I haven't posted since then...  I'm really quite excited about it, and I got to wear it to a Halloween carnival last night.  Only adults recognized it, (the carnival was at my old elementary school), but still, some people recognized it!  (Also, I am going trick-or-treating this year-- I'm only fourteen, that's not too old to go!)  I've also made a lot more nerdy manatees since I last posted-- I've now got three TARMISes, a Black Widow, the Impala from Supernatural, and a Sea Cow (it's white with black spots) that I've named Shindig in honor of Firefly.

I have laryngitis at the moment, so I can't actually talk at all.  I spent the day watching Supernatural and an episode of Classic Doctor Who and then I went to see a French film with my mom.

Basically, this is just an update to tell you that I'm sorry I haven't posted more, that I'll try to, and that OHMYGOODNESS NANOWRIMO.

Are you guys doing NaNoWriMo?  What are you doing for Halloween?  Do you craft at all?

The Dandy Lioness

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

One Year

Yesterday I posted "366 Days" as a tribute to the one-year anniversary of my grandfather's death.

The day after he died, I created this blog.  It was on an impulse-- I'd been following the blogworld for years, but I'd never had one of my own.  So I created this little blog.

I'm sorry I haven't posted recently-- school is crazy, Tumblr has kind of taken over my life, dance and gymnastics started up again... basically, life just happened.

Anyways, I've been meaning to post for days-- I can't believe it's been three whole weeks!  I'm terribly sorry that I haven't posted, loves!  Yesterday gave me an excuse, and I knew that today I couldn't just not post.

Anyways, can you believe that it's been a whole year that I've been running this blog?

And now... for some stats!

11,296 pageviews.
103 posts.
39 followers.
The most popular post ever is a post entitled "Happy Girls are the Prettiest."  It has 374 pageviews.  The funny thing is, is that it has no comments, but it has over 100 more pageviews than any other post.
The next most popular is "Why I Look Up to Ginny Weasley" with 232 pageviews.  Following that is "Wibbely-Wobbely-Timey-Wimey Knitting" with 117 pageviews.
The entry into Google that has gained me the most pageviews is "Who from Whoville", which probably led people to my blog because of my Who Halloween costume last year.  If anyone is curious, my costume this year is the TARDIS.  I've got almost everything ready, and it's only the second of the month.


Graph of most popular countries among blog viewers
EntryPageviews
United States
7692
Russia
637
France
493
United Kingdom
290
Canada
276
Australia
227
Germany
171
Netherlands
108
Ukraine
69
India
62


I've had people visit my blog from all the way across the world!  That's the thing about the internet-- you never know who will find your blog, where they could be from.

So.  One year of blogging.  That's a pretty major milestone, I'd say.

And, as sporadic as my posts have been, I don't plan on stopping anytime soon.

The Dandy Lioness

Monday, October 1, 2012

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Two Weeks?! And lots of Doctor Who Centered Updates

...has it really been two weeks since I posted?

Wow!  Sorry guys!  I keep meaning to post, but I wasn't able to find the time, or I forgot when I did have time.  I guess you guys want to know what's been going on in my life recently?

Well, on Wednesday, I started high school.  It's not too bad.  I have a bottom locker, which kind of sucks, since I'm below this one really annoying guy who went to my old school, but I quite like all my classes and teachers.  And I'm with a bunch of my friends, which is good.  And, for the first time, I get to go to school with a couple of friends I made at writing camp over the past two years.

Also, I've been crafting quite a bit.  I made a ton of manatees using this pattern, and they're all so cute!  However, out of the ten that I've made so far, my favorite is the TARMIS.  Time And Relative Manatees in Space.




Also, last Saturday my friend and I participated in Bad Wolf day, using chalk on the street in front of my house!  We had lots of fun, and because it hasn't rained since then, the chalk is still there, though it's a lot fainter now.



So that was lots of fun.  And then later that night I watched the premier of season seven, which was absolutely amazing.  I loved it.

Now, most recently, I've started work on my Halloween costume.  I know, I know, we're only a week into September, but I'm being the TARDIS this year, and I'd like to have my costume ready by October, hopefully.  I don't want to scramble this year.  So, I've already started putting things together for it, and I ordered my dress and tights on Thursday.

So this has been an update-filled post.  I hope you all weren't too bored with it.  I'm just going to end it here now.

The Dandy Lioness

Saturday, August 25, 2012

On The Road

{Via}

I'm a city girl.  The America that I know is tall buildings, neighborhoods tightly packed with houses, the constant rumble of cars, nature experience only when you walk to the park, or climb the tree on the parking strip.

Road trips give me a small glimpse into the rest of the world, the America that exists outside of my city-bubble.  Because really, that's what cities are.  They're little bubbles or pockets of people, people everywhere.

Rolling hills of grass, yellowed by the August sun, not getting enough water.  Green trees contrasting the grass.  Old houses, old cars, big billboards advertising things that people probably rarely use or buy or go to.  Big green highway signs, produce stands nestled just off the road, cherries for 5$, 'We have avocados!', u-pick blueberries.  Towns glimpsed from the highway, signs saying wrong way, do not pass, exit next left, dirt roads, green street signs perched atop stop signs.  Hot sun streaming into the backseat, fluffy white clouds ringing the circle of sky I can see from the ground  To one side, mostly flat land, to the other, oxymoronic (?) tiny mountains, perhaps classified as big hills.  Exit 20 M.P.H., tiny lakes, barns, identical houses all in a row.  White siding, gray roof, brown fence.  Power lines edging the road, a roadside Dairy Queen, a motor home parked in the parking lot. A rusty car, a beat up truck, a cool orchard of fruit trees, all in a row.

My reflection clear in the window, my hands shadow clear on the paper.  Bizarre roadside contraptions I couldn't begin to figure out.  Cool shade just for seconds at a time, speed 45, McDonald's next left, pickup trucks, motor homes, community college, movie theater.  Cookie-cutter houses, roadside museums, clouds creeping in.  Antiques, hay bales, winding roads, dirt driveways, brief forests full of green trees and blessed shade.

And then we're in the city again, but not my city.  And it's full of tall buildings and people everywhere, and stores, and pay-to-park signs, and trees on parking strips.  And people dancing in the park that used to be a parking lot, and pizza places that make their own fruit soda, and hipster colleges and famous bookstores.  And an old man yelling about the end of the world while his dog looks resigned, and people clamoring about petitions, and frozen yogurt, and the farmers market and a street filled with food trucks.

And then we're off again, and we cross the border back to my state, and it's rush hour and familiar trees and yellowed grass.  And then it's wondering about license plates and finishing books, and pink turtle window stickers, and bumper stickers loudly stating opinions, and no-parking-tow-away-zone signs.

And then it's home again, back to a familiar city, with familiar buildings.  Familiar trees and road construction and businesses and cars and jokes.  Home again, home again after a brief adventure in another state.

Friday, August 17, 2012

The Summer During Which I am a Lazy Blogger

It's true.  There's no getting around it.

This has been the summer during which I am a very lazy blogger.

I mean, you can't get around that fact.  I had planned to have multiple posts a week, filled with photos and interesting things I'd done, and all sorts of fun stuff.

In reality, I've just been really, really lazy.

I've gone to two camps, a writing camp, and an Irish dance camp.  Other than that, however, I have been home.  All summer.  I start school back up the Wednesday after Labor Day, and if anyone asks what I did all summer, I'll probably be at a loss.

To be honest, my summer has mostly been spent lazing around the house, eating otter pops, reading books, going on Tumblr, meaning-to-but-never-really-getting-around-to editing my NaNoWriMo 2010, wondering where all of the summer went, browsing blogs, wishing I was being more productive, and watching all sorts of new TV shows.  Also knitting.  There has been a lot of knitting.  At least in the past three weeks.

I'm going on a short vacation on Sunday through Wednesday, so at least I can say I did something.  I also went to the ocean at the beginning of the summer, which you may remember me posting about.  But... ah... yeah.  Most of my summer has been at home.  Which is lovely, it really is, but I do have to wonder where it all went.  It seemed like I had so much time, but now it appears that I have very little left at all.

I start high school this year, which is weird.  Weird as this sounds, I don't really have any particular emotion toward starting high school.  I'm not excited, nor am I terrified.  I just kind of figure it's coming up, and there's nothing I can do about it.  I'm not particularly excited to go back to school in general, though it will mean that I get to see my friends more.  (During the summer I am notorious among my friends for uh... not actually seeing anyone.  In fact, I think during the entire summer, I've actively gone to seek a friend out maybe... fifteen?  twenty times? if that.  Probably more like ten.

I know, I know.  It's the summer, I should be hanging out with my friends!

But I'm a rather solitary creature, generally, and it often won't occur to me to seek out a friend.  I'm happy being by myself, just kind of floating around the house.  I don't really need others around to entertain myself. Not to say that I don't enjoy seeing my friends, which I do.  I'm just probably not the most reliable when it comes to making plans, returning phone calls, going places...

Somehow, I'm a rather solitary person who has lots of friends.  I have to say, I'm not quite sure how that happened.  But I like it.  I like having friends, and spending time with them.  I like flopping on bedroom floors, reading dumb magazines, or chatting about books, or having impromptu photo shoots with the dress-up box.  I like walking to the store and getting candy and a soda, or jumping up and down because of a TV show we both like, or a book, or a movie.  I'm just not the best at getting around to seeing people, when left to my own devices.  Really, if you're friends with me, it's likely you'll have to invite me to do something, or I'll never leave the house, unless my mother makes me.  I can spend days at home, by myself, entertaining myself.  Eventually, I'll call up a friend, but it can take up to four days before it occurs to me.  I'm weird that way.

The Dandy Lioness

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

My Childhood Monster


Christine Rains is celebrating the release of her new book Fearless with a blog fest!  I thought I’d join in, since a) I haven’t posted in a while, and b) the topic sounded like fun!

From her blog:

I'll be hosting a blogfest that will go from August 7th to the 9th. You can post on any one of those three days. (I like it when blogfests give you an option of which day to post on!) For this blogfest, all you need to do is write about your childhood monster. Did you have a beast living under your bed? Or was the scary clown in your closet? 

My childhood monster?

My first instinct is to say witches—when I was really young, I thought that witches lived under my bed and in my closet, and I could see their shadows creeping up on me.  But that pretty soon switched to the Basilisk, in Harry Potter.

That thing terrified me.

It probably had something to do with the fact that I would listen to Harry Potter with my sister, as we were going to sleep.  We would put in the tape (we have all the books on cassette tape, except for Deathly Hallows, and I still listen to most of them on tape), and go to sleep as it was playing.

The thing about Chamber of Secrets, is when you read the book itself, it’s not actually all that scary.  At least, it wasn’t to me.  But when you listen to it, especially as you’re going to sleep, you can just imagine the basilisk coming to find you and paralyze you.  And in the tapes, past tape two or three, I’m not actually able to listen to them anymore.  Because once Harry starts hearing “Deaaath, deaaath!” being hissed from the walls, I start to get thoroughly creeped out, and stop listening. 

I don’t know why it was the basilisk in particular that scared me—I didn’t have a problem with dementors, or even Lord Voldemort, but it was the basilisk that terrified me.

I was also afraid of graveyards, and zombies/ghosts, until I was about seven, when I voiced this fear to my dad.  He then took me into a graveyard near my house one evening, and showed me that there was nothing to be scared of.  I was terrified and almost in tears, but once we were inside the graveyard, I realized there was nothing scary about it.  Just sad, really.

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About Fearless

Abby White was seven years old when she killed the monster under her bed. Now she slays creatures spawned by the fertile imaginations of children, and the number of these nightmares are on the rise. Neither she nor her guide - a stuffed hippo named Tawa - know why.

When she rescues Demetrius from an iron prison, he pledges his life to protect hers until he can return the favor. She doesn't want the help. And how can she concentrate on her job when the gorgeous wild fae throws himself in front of her during every fight? No matter how tempting, she can't take the time to lose herself to him.
To save the children and all she loves, Abby must be truly Fearless. 


Available from Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Kobo, Smashwords, and Create Space.


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So, my friends, are you doing the What Was Your Childhood Monster blogfest?  If not, what was your childhood monster?

The Dandy Lioness

Monday, July 30, 2012

Bookish Memories


You probably have noted the title of this post, by now.  I was sitting here, trying to figure out what to call it, when I remembered my post Bookish Nostalgia.  This post being sort of similar, I decided to title this one Bookish Memories, and make it into a sort-of-kind-of-maybe series.


Something interesting about books, is the stories that they tell.  I know what you’re thinking.  “Duh, they’re books.  Of course they tell stories.”

But the stories I’m talking about aren’t those stories.  No.  The stories I’m talking about are the ones that come across your mind when you pick the book up, and look at it.  The stories that you have added to the book.  Take my copy of The Fault in Our Stars, for example.  I remember the day I drove half an hour to go get that book.  We were having dinner at our friend’s house that night, and I remember reading it in the car while my mom went and got tapenade from the store, or something.  And I remember getting sushi on the way home, and eating it in the car and reading the book.  With the book Will Grayson, Will Grayson, I know that I’ll probably associate it with ferry rides, because I was reading it for the first time the other day, when we had to wait in line for a ferry for an hour.

I associate my copy of Airborn by Kenneth Oppel with sitting outside in the sun on a lazy spring evening, picking up the book I had started, and was only four chapters into, and then suddenly realizing just how good it was, and tearing through it in one evening.  The book Looking for Alaska reminds me of plane rides, and the excited feeling you get when you’re going somewhere.   My copy of Goliath by Scott Westerfeld reminds me of sadder things, however.  It makes me think of why I got it.  Yes, I got it at a signing by Scott Westerfeld, when he came to my city, which was amazing and hilarious, but it also makes me sad, because it reminds me of my grandfather’s death.  The reason my mom got it for me was because the day that my grandfather died, I was her buddy, and we ended up going to sign paperwork and stuff.  A week later, she got me Goliath at the signing, as a sort of thank-you.

Something that John Green often says is “Books belong to their readers.”  I didn’t really know what he meant by that, until recently.  I was looking at my bookshelf, and having all these memories come back to me. 

A more unique memory that comes to me, while scanning my bookshelf, is from the book, The King in the Window, by Adam Gopnik.  I read this book (well, my mother read it to me,) shortly before I went to Paris, because it’s set in Paris.  And so, when we went to Paris, we were at the Louvre, and there’s this one scene in The King in the Window, where the main character goes to this one room in the Louvre, which is filled with swords.  And I still have no idea if this room actually exists, but when we were in the Louvre, we went on a sort of quest, looking for this room.  We didn’t find it, but it was fun—though my sister didn’t like it, as it meant she didn’t get to stand and read every single thing about each piece of art.  Though had she done that, she would have been in the Louvre for days and days.  But still.  We ran around the museum, looking for this one room.  I think my mom was just happy that I wasn't complaining bitterly about being in a museum.  (Yes, I realize it was the Louvre, but in my defense, it was in fourth grade, and I had absolutely no interest in museums.  I'm still not a big fan of them, either...)


I remember reading Magyk by Angie Sage on a balcony overlooking the sea while in Italy, and The Penderwicks on Gardam Street by Jeanne Birdsall in my bedroom, in a nest made out of stuffed animals and bedding.  I remember sprawling in my backyard reading Only the Good Spy Young, by Ally Carter, and reading Wild Magic, by Tamora Pierce for the first time while I was sailing.  

So yes.  After a long time of not really understanding what John Green meant, I finally do.  Books do belong to their readers.  Readers interpret the stories the way that they see fit, and attach their own memories to books.  At first, it’s just a book.  But then you read it, and become involved in the story.  You take it places, meet people with it in your hand, get it signed by authors you love.  No one will have the exact same story attached to a specific book as you do.  Your story is unique.  And whenever you see the title of that book, you'll remember where you first read it, or your favorite place that you've taken it, or just some memory of reading it.  Books are special.



The Dandy Lioness

{P.S.  Is the spacing weird, or is that just my computer?  It's been acting up recently, so I have no idea.}