Batman is a Newsie?

Happy Halloween everyone!  Unfortunately I didn't dress up.  No, I'll just be a homebody that holds the bowl (and eats a few pieces from it herself, occasionally).  <---- Just kidding.  I eat like one bite and my stomach is like: "Whhyyyy did you eeeeeaat that candyyyyy?  Why would you dooooo this to meeee?" And it starts punishing me.  Sugar, sadly, does not make me happy. And then people are like: "Are you crazy?" So then I'm like: "Meehehmeh, I doh-no . . ."

Well, now to my point.  (Do my blog posts ever have a point?)  Recently we've been watching the movie version of the Disney musical Newsies.  I use the term "we" loosely as the whole of my choir class think's it's stupid and talks through the whole thing.  But that's another story that I won't go into.  They don't bother me.  I will love Broadway Musicals with all my heart whether the next guy gives them a second glance or not.  If they call it stupid, well, that's their ignorance and judging nature, not mine.  They called "Annie Get Your Gun" stupid too.  If only they knew how well known that movie is.  As old as it is and the fact that it's still fairly popular (despite what they seem to think) is very impressive, if you ask me.

ANYWAY! The 1992 movie Newsies (which is what the onstage musical Newsies The Musical is based off of) is what we're watching, anyway.  Well, the guy who plays Jack Kelley (one of the lead guys) looked reeeally familiar to me:

Who does that look like to you?  Ringing any bells?  The first thing I thought was . . .  his lips!  I've seen those lips before! (Have you guessed who it is yet?):

Look at those beautiful lips . . . don't they remind you of someone else's lips we know?

That's right.  That boy is Christain Bale, of otherwise known as Batman.  Yep.  Batman is in a musical.  I was like . . . uh, my adoration of you just went up ten billion points.  Oh, did I mention he can sing and dance?

Sadly I was unable to find a good quality version of this nor was I able to find anything else of Chrstian Bale singing.  I don't think he plans on doing another musical ever, either, which is a shame.  But I still love him for having done Newsies.

I know, I haven't posted anything for my book for what, like a month?  And I haven't blog posted for . . . oh I don't even know how long.  I've been busy with school activities and such and . . . I'm writing a play! What?  So I just have to get it all on paper before I can continue with the book.  It's nothing big, just a cheesy little thing which is why I allowed myself a break from Red Silk to write it.  Hopefully it'll be done soon and I'll get back to work.  In the meantime, I had to post this.  It's been on my mind since we started watching Newsies and I was just bursting!

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#viciouscycle

I haven't been able to write for . . . two weeks I think?  Geez, I don't even know how long it's been.  The only thing I know is that my mind says to me: "It's time to get crackin'!"  To that I say, well, yeah, I'd really like to but when I stare at the open document for Red Silk you just come up blank, mind.  What are you trying to do to me, huh?

I realize two weeks isn't really that long to be worried about a block, but my brain is just so persistent.  It's subconsciously worrying me to get things done.  On top of that doubts are creeping in.  Now that I've slowed down to look at what I've created, I'm biting my lip and saying: "Eh . . .  I don't know If I like this."  And so then ensues the chain reaction that no one will ever want to read it, very few will like it, I'll never be a good author despite my best efforts . . .

But if I know what's good and I know what's bad, then surely I am good at this writing thing?  Maybe I just wasn't meant to write big books.  But then I tell myself I'm fairly young.  I've got tons of time to keep writing and keep failing and keep improving.  But then I tell myself I can't be so optimistic.  That would jinx everything, obviously. HASH TAG VICIOUS CYCLE.

Well, here's the problem.  Correction: problems.  I have a bad habit of trying to wait, no . . . wait, wait, wait . . . WAIT, just WAIT a little longer!  Wait, not yet! Not yet!  You can't write that part yet!  Stop!  It's too soon!  Get my point?

"Well (this is an example) Elexiandria only just left for the Primsomonkoly forrest three chapters ago.  She can't run into the rogue, handsome, ten-day stubble kissed square jawed, dark and shadowy huntsman who she may or may not fall in love with yet.  But gee, I can't just put in three more chapters of meaningless filler.  How do I come up with something that'll pertain to the story later?"

So when I get stuck like this,  I've usually been away from my story for a while and have gotten out of tune with the vibe and all that.  What do I do then?  I reread my story from the beginning.  And guess what?  It's utter crap in my eyes.  It's all crap, crap, crap.  How did I get excited about this story with this crap beginning chapter?  THIS is what inspired everything else I wrote?  How in the world?  That must mean the rest of it's crap too!

Because I have another bad habit of starting off with a fixed way that the characters are going to speak, but then completely forget I had formed that notion in the first place.  WHY DO I DO THESE THINGS TO MYSELF? WHY?

Well, I was hoping a blog post would get that writers block out of my system.  Was I right?  We'll see.  In the meantime, if you can identify with this feeling, this vicious cycle of craziness I suffer from, feel free to comment.  Have a wonderful day!

#hashtag

Pointless and Unorganized

I sit on a seat

and dig through my mind

and find

that

 I don't want to do anything

but sit

on

a seat.

Fingers run 

through my hair

they're

mine,

they do this

all the time.

I haven't much to say

I'd rather stay

in white nothingness

If you please.

I just don't want to

think.

It's just so hard 

to write 

this.

And maybe I'll quit

and maybe

 I'll paint

my nails.