Things and stuff and whatever

I had full intentions of writing an entry last night….but someone, sidetracked me with these MemeGen quiz-thing-a-ma-bobs.  I was going to post a couple of the results that I had saved…but I can’t get them to work right…so you’re all tough out of luck on that front.

Anyway…No journal exercise this morning…I can’t find the poetry book I was wanting to use…I’ll have one more go at trying to. Then I can do the ‘Writing between the Lines’ exercise, plus put up the challenge that goes with it. IF I can’t find the aforementioned book, I already know the replacement poem for the second part…Just not the exercise part.
The stoe I bought the book from isn’t even there anymore (which didn’t dawn on me until just now…one of those things from my younger years that is just…gone).

To expand on that thought in the parenthasis (yeah, yeah, spelled wrong I’m sure…but my personal writing space is not required to be perfect in all things…I can save that for the needed places).  When I was really young, before my father left even (which he was gone the summer before I started kindergarden, if I remeber correctly), there was an A&W in Boyne. An actual to goodness, drive your car up and sit in it, while the watress comes out and takes your order A&W. One where you could get fresh apple cider by the gallon, as well as real A&W rootbeer.
The store that is now missing was a pharmancy, but it had all kinds of things in it too…Back by the pharmacy counter they had another counter to wait at. And sitting on the counter, was a fish tank. The little seats there spun around in circles.
The town I grew up in (which is the one I go walking in), has changed…somethings are still the same…but others…
The old A&W is now part of the shop where my Mum works…has been for ages. The pharmancy where I got my missing book is now a BlockBuster & a Dollar General.
Proof change is inevitable I suppose…The restrant my Mum use to work at is gone as well…Tis sad really, it was a good restraunt.

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Anyway…Other things.
Conversation I had yesterday…

Spud says:
still writing harry potter stuff?

Raven says:
Still have Raven’s diary going…despite that just about everyone else is gone…Going to try and keep it going until at least Next. Feb, as I have something I had schduled for then…after that…not sure
Working on Peter Pettigrew’s backstory…but slowly, not on daily or weekly basis even.
I am doing a lot of writing exersicses though…as some among the masses believe I have publishing potential.

Spud says:
sweet! writing exercises? what are those?

Raven says:
Well the one bunch lasted 5 days, each day it gave me something I was suppose to write…then todays was a sensory paragraph. They are at my irl diary.

Spud says:
hey kit

Raven says:
huh

Spud says:
can i ask you something

Raven says:
sure

Spud says:
serious

Raven says:
Yes, you can ask all you want.
Doesn’t mean I’ll answer, but you can ask.

Spud says:
you know how sometimes you have like doubts about what you’re doing in life? like you wonder if its the right thing?

Raven says:
Yes

Spud says:
do you know of anyone who DOESNT have those?

Raven says:
I think most people have them…Though I suppose there are the occasional people who have managed to figure things out, and are sure enough of themselves not to…Though I would suspect it rare. Why do you ask?

Spud says:
coz i’ve never come accross anyone who doesn’t. but im also sure there must be such people

Raven says:
I think it would be hard just to know what you want out of life to begin with. And to have enough confidence to say "Hey this is what I’m meant to be doing" and believe it for all time. I think it’s natural to have doubts…I mean there is so much going on in the world, so much for it to offer…It’s hard to just say "This is what I want to do with the rest of my life."
Heck I’m 30, and I’m still pretty clueless. lol
But I think I may have finaly found a direction.

Spud says:
writing?

Raven says:
*nods*
It’s something I’m passionate about, as long as I’ve got the proper subject…And I’ve always liked to write, just anything…I mean I have a stack and a half of poems. And I’ve got bits and pieces of stories here and there…I guess it’s always been there, but I lacked the confidence and drive to follow through.
And granted, I’m still scared as hell…I think I’ve come to terms with it being something I do want out of life, and am finaly realizing that it could actually be a possiblity.

Spud says:
but arent you scared that if you make that your "job" you’ll lose interest because it’ll become work?

Raven says:
It’s a slight worry…but it’s not like I’m going into something like journalism where I’m told what to do and what not. I’m hoping to keep things fresh and alive, and of my own chosing

Spud says:
see coz i was feeling especially torn a few days ago. but then i wondered, if i was doing the other thing, wouldn’t i still have those thoughts? so should i just settle, or keep trying?

Raven says:
So you’re having doubts about what you’re doing…and thinking of something else, but worried you’ll end up with doubts about that as well.
Thing is, if you don’t even give the other option a try, you’ll have the lingering doubt in the back of your mind that it could of been what you should of been doing, rather than what you are doing.
You can always try and find a way to incorparte this other thought into something you can do now…and see if it’s appeal is greater than what you are doing presently, and if it is, you might find it is what you should be doing.

Spud says:
so take it up as a hobby and if the hobby overwhelms me then im golden

Raven says:
It’s worth a try. Then you are giving it an effort, to see if it’s right for you, and if it is something that you want. And yeah, if you find that it is, you know, and won’t always be wondering.

Spud says:
that sounds like a safe way to go about it. ya.

Raven says:
*nods*

Spud says:
so i’ll buy myself an

animation program as soon as i can afford it! wicked cool

Raven says:
Ooo…you going to do animation type stuff things?

Spud says:
id like to, ya. animation! its in me. when i was young i used to make claymation movies with our camcorder

Raven says:
Cool…Sounds like a very good plan then. Get the program, work with it, and see if it’s something that you want out of life.
That’s a lot like me and my writing…When I was little I made little comics where I wrote out what happened, and illustarted it with stencils.
And in 5th grade instead of doing book reports, I wrote short stories.

Spud says:
thats gotta mean something

Raven says:
*nods* Yeses

Spud says:
if we did it when we were young

Raven says:
*nods* It’s always been there…we just got too caught up with everything else going on in the world…yet somehow, we have managed to find ourselves back facing this prospect.

Spud says:
yes!

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OOooo….The boy just opened the front door…and the breeze blew in. The air smells so fresh and clean, and wonderful.

*laughs* I just looked out the window in time to see a hummingbird looking in!

The boy has wandered off…he’s outside somewhere, in his little boy boxerbriefs. *laughs* He has clothing issues, I swear…But I can still hear him out there, so it’s all good. I think he’s at the swingset…It’s just out of sight currently…we need to move it a bit I think. *nods* Bring it closer to the front door…I want to get a volleyball/Badmiton net and stuff for on top of the spetic mound…then of course, I’d have to worry about finding someone to play with. Blah.

Well, I’m suppose to be calling one of Critter A’s friends mothers, and see if the friend is going to camp…Sonja said she was…and if she is, that means she wants to go to that one too…which *sigh* Is almost $200 more…but it would mean having a friend already there, if they got in the same week. I don’t know…I just want her to have fun. But I hate calling people I don’t know.

On the other end of the scale…I had a very strange phone call last night. *laughs* I swear those previously mentioned quiz-things contribute to brain rot…or perhaps it was lack of sleep…or both. *shakes head*  *pats Raya on the head*  I do hope your brain has returned to you today. *laughs*  And no…no strange dreams for me last night…that I can remeber…and I’m pretty sure I should be greatful.

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