Revisions...

What can I say about revisions???

Well, I hate revising a story or poem I have written because they are my own ideas and I shouldn't have to change it.  If someone tells me to change an idea or wants to add or delete something from my work, I'll be like NO!  This is my story, I'll keep my own ideas!  I understand if there is grammar mistakes and I have to fix it then it will be okay.  Other than that, I'm happy doing my own thing.

Revisions

To me, revisions are taking a piece of work I've written and take the notes that the class or teacher has given me on it and consider it to better improve that work.  Since I'm a terrible writer usually everything I change when I get criticism back.

It's Story Time!

5 Things Told In the Past 3 Days:

1. To Kevin: Crazy makeup lady kept talking to me when I had a huge stack of magazines in my arm then she put more of hers on top of my arm.  I wanted to kill her!

2.  To Brian:  Over by the art magazines, there's a family of kids camped out with a picnic of food, drinks, and children's books.  They have been there for like 4 hours.

3.  To Mom:  Zach Braff is from New Jersey.  He grew up in South Orange.  He's the actor from Scrubs.  He's the white guy next to the black guy.

4.  To Dad:  There is something wrong with the internet connection.  I can't get onto the internet.

5.  To Borders Customers:  Borders is not going out of business.  The store is staying open and only selected stores like the one in Garden State Plaza mall is closing.  Business operations is going on as normal. 

John Steinbeck

One of my favorite stories by John Steinbeck is Of Mice and Men.  I've re-read that story so many times I've lost count.  The ending is so depressing and always makes me cry whenever I read the part of George shooting Lennie for something he had no control over.  Lennie is just so innocent it shouldn't have been his fate.

Here is a link to Mr. Steinbeck
http://www.steinbeck.org/

Poetry

http://www.poetry-archive.com/s/shakespeare_william.html


SONNET #12
by: William Shakespeare

HEN I do count the clock that tells the time

And see the brave day sunk in hideous night,

When I behold the violet past prime

And sable curls all silvered o'er with white,

When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,

Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,

And summer's green all girded up in sheaves

Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard;

Then of thy beauty do I question make

That thou among the wastes of time must go,

Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake

And die as fast as they see others grow;

And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defense

Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.

My Favorite Authors

Anne Rice, John Steinbeck, and Edgar Allan Poe.

http://www.annerice.com/