This is intended for anyone who enjoys to write stories like I do, and who would like to get a book published. Its purpose is to influence people to start writing more, whether it be stories or something else, especially if you're serious about it.
March 12th, 2009. Delphia Richardson sat in her room at the desk of her computer, contemplating when she suddenly jumped up and shouted, "Aha!" only to sit back down and furiously write in a small green book.
According to friends, this is a normal occurrence for the sixteen-year old girl. It simply means she has come up with a brilliant idea from out of nowhere, hence why she is writing it down.
"Delpi forgets stuff a lot. That's why she writes everything down; so she doesn't forget." Says Delphia's friend, Kaya Yumen. After further questioning, Kaya reveals that Delphia "probably has an entire bookcase of her thoughts." Upon entering Delphia's room, there was a small bookcase pushed up against the far wall, but has not been inspected thoroughly to determine whether they really are just notebooks of ideas.
"I like doing a lot of my actual writing on the computer. When I get enough money, I'm going to go out and buy a tiny notebook laptop just for me. One that can fit inside my purse and that I can carry around everywhere." Delphia states, beaming as she imagines some of the notebook laptops she'd like to purchase.
Mrs. Richardson was interviewed about her daughter's obsessive habit of story writing. She replied, "Oh Deli's been writing for about five years now. Mainly lots of reading and a little writing in between, but lately she's gotten so into it. Her dream is to publish a book, and now she's sprinting as fast as she can to reach that dream."
Big dreams for a young girl. Will she gain fame, much like Stephanie Meyer and J.K. Rowling, or will she sink and drown? It's too soon to tell, but Delphia does have this to say to aspiring author's much like herself.
"Practice makes perfect!"
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Thursday, March 12, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
The Easy Way Out
This is intended for everyone who texts using their cell phones, especially those who break up with their girlfriend/boyfriend using text messages. Its purpose is to show that humanity is starting to take the easier way out, and that might not be a good thing.
Wenonah Milan was seen typing away at her cell phone after school hours on Wednesday 11th, March 2009. Her thumbs were merely a blur as they shot this way and that, devising a long text that was soon to be mailed to a friend of hers.
"I could go faster than this." Wenonah comments, her eyes still trained to her phone but flickering back and forth between the bright screen of her cell and the reporter. "But I only ever do that when it's a really important text." When asked about what would classify as "an important text", Wenonah replies it would be something along the lines of really exciting news, or vice versa.
Cell phones are a very recent invention, and were originally created as portable telephones. But technology has advanced so much, and these tiny devices are now able to not only dial and receive calls, but also exchange "text messages" back and forth at an alarmingly fast rate. Teenagers have now taken to "texting" instead of simply dialing a phone number.
"It's a lot easier to text when it comes to devastating news." Psychologist Artemis Troy states in an interview. "The person would not have obstacles preventing him or her from delivering the news besides the reaction of the person receiving the news, as it is simply a cluster of letters and a simple 'send' button."
Many teenagers have now taken to "breaking up" with their significant others over text messages, and often the victims are female in gender. When asking an interviewee about breaking up over a text message, they had this to say:
"It's cowardly." Accompanying this is a shrug of the shoulders from Nilda Otto. "But unfortunately that's where our society is headed. Instead of facing our fears head on, we fall into the role of coward and send a letter. And it isn't restricted to text messaging. Everything else applies."
Is Ms. Otto right? Is humankind heading to a path of cowardice? The outcome is skeptical, but the future is not that far away.
Wenonah Milan was seen typing away at her cell phone after school hours on Wednesday 11th, March 2009. Her thumbs were merely a blur as they shot this way and that, devising a long text that was soon to be mailed to a friend of hers.
"I could go faster than this." Wenonah comments, her eyes still trained to her phone but flickering back and forth between the bright screen of her cell and the reporter. "But I only ever do that when it's a really important text." When asked about what would classify as "an important text", Wenonah replies it would be something along the lines of really exciting news, or vice versa.
Cell phones are a very recent invention, and were originally created as portable telephones. But technology has advanced so much, and these tiny devices are now able to not only dial and receive calls, but also exchange "text messages" back and forth at an alarmingly fast rate. Teenagers have now taken to "texting" instead of simply dialing a phone number.
"It's a lot easier to text when it comes to devastating news." Psychologist Artemis Troy states in an interview. "The person would not have obstacles preventing him or her from delivering the news besides the reaction of the person receiving the news, as it is simply a cluster of letters and a simple 'send' button."
Many teenagers have now taken to "breaking up" with their significant others over text messages, and often the victims are female in gender. When asking an interviewee about breaking up over a text message, they had this to say:
"It's cowardly." Accompanying this is a shrug of the shoulders from Nilda Otto. "But unfortunately that's where our society is headed. Instead of facing our fears head on, we fall into the role of coward and send a letter. And it isn't restricted to text messaging. Everything else applies."
Is Ms. Otto right? Is humankind heading to a path of cowardice? The outcome is skeptical, but the future is not that far away.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
An (Almost) Ignored Deadline
This is intended for everyone who procrastinates until the last minute on anything. Its purpose is to show them that putting things off isn't a good choice, and can lead to lots of stress.
After school, furiously typing away at her computer on a Tuesday night is Finella Reint. She is finishing up a project for school that she has neglected to do only a few days before it is due.
After asking the anxious girl why she has bothered to procrastinate, Finella answers, "I was lazy and didn't want to work. But that's kind of backfired on me now." She accompanies this with a sheepish laugh, going back to editing her project before she prints it out.
When asking Finella's mother, Mrs. Reint, what she thinks of her daughters procrastination, she replies, "I hope it teaches her to plan things out and actually do what she has been assigned to do." At hearing this, Finella embarrassingly slams her head on the kitchen table and covers her head with her hands. She then vows to her mother that something like that will not happen again... at least not on major projects.
An interview with her brother, Scott Reint, says otherwise. "She'll do it again, and when she does she'll be stressing majorly. I hate that, because then she gets cranky and it gets on my nerves, and pretty soon the entire family won't talk to each other until it blows over."
But as Finella's teacher recieves her completed project the next day, the two can be nothing but smiles.
After school, furiously typing away at her computer on a Tuesday night is Finella Reint. She is finishing up a project for school that she has neglected to do only a few days before it is due.
After asking the anxious girl why she has bothered to procrastinate, Finella answers, "I was lazy and didn't want to work. But that's kind of backfired on me now." She accompanies this with a sheepish laugh, going back to editing her project before she prints it out.
When asking Finella's mother, Mrs. Reint, what she thinks of her daughters procrastination, she replies, "I hope it teaches her to plan things out and actually do what she has been assigned to do." At hearing this, Finella embarrassingly slams her head on the kitchen table and covers her head with her hands. She then vows to her mother that something like that will not happen again... at least not on major projects.
An interview with her brother, Scott Reint, says otherwise. "She'll do it again, and when she does she'll be stressing majorly. I hate that, because then she gets cranky and it gets on my nerves, and pretty soon the entire family won't talk to each other until it blows over."
But as Finella's teacher recieves her completed project the next day, the two can be nothing but smiles.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Dolling Up And Dressing Down - What's The Difference?
This is intended for all students in East York. Its purpose is to show that we obsess too much about hating the uniform when it is simply another pebble in the path called life.
Right after school at around 3:30 on Monday, March the 9th, 2009, Scarlett Roy was seen standing in front of her closet, tirelessly sifting through clothing as she stood in her frumpy East York uniform.
"Lettie hates her uniform," says Scarlett's mother, Mrs. Gwen Roy. "Everyday after I pick her up from school, she goes straight to her room and looks through her piles of clothing until she finds an outfit she likes and changes into it."
Mrs. Roy also describes how her young daughter will take hours in front of the white sliding doors of her closet putting things on and throwing them off after realizing they "didn't go". It wouldn't be long until shirt after shirt littered the floor, covering the nice blue carpet Mrs. Roy has just vacuumed.
"I swear she goes through at least five shirts before she finally decides on one, only to change it once she realizes the bottoms she wants to wear with it don't match." Scarlett's older brother, Donal Roy, states. "It's a good thing she's a neat freak, or else it'll look like a bomb went off in her closet."
To that, Scarlett Roy sends her brother a withering glare before going back to straightening the shirt she has just put on. The remains of her school uniform have been thrown haphazardly into the laundry basket where they will remain until the next morning.
When asked about why she goes through such a tiring routine day after school day, Scarlett replies, "I dress so sloppily in school that when I get home, I need to feel pretty again. So I always try my best to dress nice once I don't have to wear my uniform anymore. It's like... a release, y'know?"
For many of the therapists in the city of Toronto, whatever keeps you out of their office is a win-win situation.
Right after school at around 3:30 on Monday, March the 9th, 2009, Scarlett Roy was seen standing in front of her closet, tirelessly sifting through clothing as she stood in her frumpy East York uniform.
"Lettie hates her uniform," says Scarlett's mother, Mrs. Gwen Roy. "Everyday after I pick her up from school, she goes straight to her room and looks through her piles of clothing until she finds an outfit she likes and changes into it."
Mrs. Roy also describes how her young daughter will take hours in front of the white sliding doors of her closet putting things on and throwing them off after realizing they "didn't go". It wouldn't be long until shirt after shirt littered the floor, covering the nice blue carpet Mrs. Roy has just vacuumed.
"I swear she goes through at least five shirts before she finally decides on one, only to change it once she realizes the bottoms she wants to wear with it don't match." Scarlett's older brother, Donal Roy, states. "It's a good thing she's a neat freak, or else it'll look like a bomb went off in her closet."
To that, Scarlett Roy sends her brother a withering glare before going back to straightening the shirt she has just put on. The remains of her school uniform have been thrown haphazardly into the laundry basket where they will remain until the next morning.
When asked about why she goes through such a tiring routine day after school day, Scarlett replies, "I dress so sloppily in school that when I get home, I need to feel pretty again. So I always try my best to dress nice once I don't have to wear my uniform anymore. It's like... a release, y'know?"
For many of the therapists in the city of Toronto, whatever keeps you out of their office is a win-win situation.
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