Jana The Ginger

My Awesome Blog for My Awesome Creative Writing Class

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Thank You

Mr. Coppadge, if you are reading this, I want to thank you. Thank you for everything this semester. I am far more confident in my work now that I took your Creative Writing class. Taking your class was one of the best decisions I ever made. My writing has improved with your imput. I want to write more than ever. I don't want creative writing to end, but all good things must end at some point. 

I finally understand the purpose of this blog. I have to be honest in saying I thought it was ridiculous to start a blog that no one would read but you. But now I realize it's not about others seeing what I write. It's about me. This is a place for me to type out my thoughts. A place for me to grow. A place for me to be myself. To write my heart out. I don't know if I'll keep this blog up. I get too easily side tracked by writing and reading and video games and tumblr and everything else. Maybe I'll write when I need an outlet. Maybe I won't. But I hope I do. It feels more real to blog here than it does to blog in word. I like it. It's fun. It's where I can be me. 

Thank you for the book. I started reading it at school today. Thank you for the message you wrote to me. It makes the gift all the more greater. I have enjoyed the book so far. I was enthralled the moment I read the first paragraph on the first page. The writing is elegant and kept me wanting to read more. It took me a moment to realize the book started with writing exercises. I'll have to do those. They seemed fun and through this blog I've realized that I like writing about myself and about my day. Maybe I'll write a memoir for the fun of it. I'll treasure that book, because it was given to me by someone that cares about what I have to say. 

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Bonding Through Video Games

When he got older we grew apart. There were a lot of fights. They were usually started by me. I'd say I was sorry, usually because my mom made me, and he'd just say that I'd better be. 

But even when we were growing apart, something always kept us together. I was always annoying. But I was young and he was starting to understand that. We'd always play video games together. I loved to play Mario Kart with him. We had the N64 connected up to my moms TV. Then my brother had a TV in his room and we connected the N64 to that. I once got into an argument with my mom. Something stupid, started by me. I was upset and crying and didn't want to confront my mom. My sister was gone so I went to my brother. We played Mario Kart until my mom stormed in yelling at me. But Alex stood up for me. He told mom he was trying to calm me down. Mom calmed down too. I apologized. Everything was ok. 

Then it was Halo. I loved Halo when it came out. Wasn't very good at it. We'd play it at dads on the Xbox. The TV was a good size for a video game. Good sound. We'd always play campaign, usually only getting through the first two levels before having to stop. When his friends came over sometimes he'd let me play with them too. Usually we played vs on teams. I usually died a lot. Once Alex was on Xbox Live. I was sitting with him. He asked if I wanted to try the head phones. I said yes. Said something embarrassing. He took the head phones away and told me I was stupid. 

Alex is really busy now. He has a job and a girlfriend. They take up most of his time. When I see him, it's when my sister envites us over to dinner. Or when he stops by moms to pick something up before leaving again. I miss spending time with him. We are still close, but I miss the video games. I need to get him to play with me again. I have Halo 4. Maybe he'll play that with me. For old times sake. 

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Singing

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Here's one

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I loved her more

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Don't Die

I remember nothing of the funeral until the viewing. Red floors, white walls. There are tables set up. Pictures of my grandma. When she was young, when she was old. I'm walking alone. I come up to her casket. I look in and I see her. She'd in her usual attire. Long gown. Make up. Her pearl necklace. Triple chin. Long fingers. Fake earrings. Big rings. I cried at the pictures. I cried at the casket. She was gone. I loved her and she was gone. I loved her more than anything. I felt closer to her than anyone. Even my own mom. And now she was gone. I'd never see her again. I understood she was gone. But I wished I hadn't. I wished I was still focused on what I'd do in pre-school and what friends I had. But instead I was crying. I was crying and I was missing her and she was gone. 

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Painting

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Grandma

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If I Had a Million Dollars...

1/4 will go directly towards me. I won't spend it all in one sitting, but I will spend it. I will spend it on video games, movies, toys, memorabilia, anything that I can get my hands on. 

1/4 will go towards buying gifts for my friends. Movies, cars, cellphones, the list goes on. Everyone will get a gift of some sort. A gift they need. If they have a car, I'll help them fix it when it's broken and it costs hundreds or thousands to pay for repair. If a friend is in debt, I will help them pay it off. 

1/4 will go to a charity of my choosing. It won't go to a place like breast cancer or plain cancer. It will go to a charity that is not well known and needs the money that no one will give them. Perhaps help people with mental disabilities to get the accommodations they need. 

The last 1/4 will go into a savings account, where it will continue to grow so my children and my children's children are able to live when I pass on. 

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Writing Out My Thoughts...

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Typing

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Another Road

I am supposed to write something about a road, though I am unsure if I am right about that. It's an assignment for Creative Writing that I decided to type here. Will this count? I hope so. I am not on my computer, so I have no word to write in. Perhaps I'll just have to copy and paste what I am about to say about roads.

Roads often go on forever. If you had infinite gas you could go forever and cover the entire road. And when you think about it, roads are sometimes like life. Not because people can live forever, because they can't, but because life goes on. Even when one dies, the world does not stop rotating. People continue to grow and to change. Roads are also like life because of all the stops one must take without infinite gas. Those stops, are similar to the stops we take in life. Stops like high school and college. Work and family. Sometimes there are obstructions in the road, and in our lives. Bad grades, death, lost friends. Roads connect to other roads, smaller roads, bigger roads, the same sized roads. This is like how one's life can take them so many places. There is no one way to get to ones place in the world. There is no rule book that states the mandatory steps to finding who you really are. It's easy to lose yourself while driving on the many roads in the world. There are so many places to go, and people to say. It's easy to lose yourself in life. To not know where to go. But life has a GPS. That GPS is friends and family. They help us get through the days. Without them, there'd be nothing. Nothing but endless roads with no help, and nowhere to stop. 

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Animal

What would it feel like to be an animal.

Would it feel free?

Would it be better?

Would it be worse?

Could I think?

Could I talk to others?

Could I feel? 

What if I couldn't feel

And I went about my day

Not caring what others said

or how I looked

Or how I acted

Could I run to and fro

And not be stopped

And asked what I am doing? 

Or are their animal police

Do animals have laws? 

Do they pretend to be mindless

In order to fool us into thinking

That we are the greatest

And the most powerful?

What if they were more powerful?

But they didn't want us to know

Lest we try to fight them 

And become the more powerful

Maybe I am right

Maybe I am crazy

No one really knows

So all I can do is continue guessing

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The Road

I walk a lonely road

No one to walk beside me

No one to scout ahead

It's just me and the sound 

of my squeaky sneakers.

The road ahead is long

and yet I thrive

Though I am all alone

I know I can get through it

as long as I have myself

The road goes on and on

There is no way away from it

But perhaps I'll meet a friend

while on this lonely road

I sure hope I do

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Tomorrow

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I am such a derp

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Extensive List

The Great Gatsby

Harry Potter (all of them) 

The Twelve 

Faithful Place 

Gone, Baby, Gone

Sudden Prey

The Time Travelers Wife

The Likeness

Clockwork orange

Of Mice and Men

All the Sherlock books

Girl with the Dragon Tattoo and all the sequels

There are more, though they are hard to think of off the top of my head. Many of the books, such as The Likeness, Faithful Place, and The Twelve are books that are "sequels" to previously read books that I enjoyed. The Likeness and Faithful place are both my the same author. This special offer found a way to keep me interested until the very end, as well as break my heart and make me very angry. It kept me thinking all the way to the end and I often found myself losing sleep over thinking about it. I highly recommend the book In the Woods by Tana French. It's a wonderful read, and to say anymore could ruin the plot. 

The book The Twelve is a sequel to the book The Passage, which, for lack of a better description, takes place both before and in an apocalyptic future. This is another one of those books that has you in tears, makes you angry, and gets you to really think. Again I was left finding it very hard to fall asleep without thinking about whatever I had just read. I found myself able to connect and actually care about what happens to each and every character. Some may say the plot is cliche, but I say it was wonderful. 

The rest of those on my list are books that have an author I have never read before. I can't wait to have the time to read all these books.