If you know me personally or if you’ve been reading this blog for awhile, you know that I’ve been working on a novel for quite some time.
By quite some time, I mean six years. I started the novel when I was 19, and I finished my first draft at 25 after four attempts. I’m currently in the revision process for my second draft, but I doubt it’ll take me six years to finish.
Well, I hope it doesn’t, anyway.
So why has it taken me so long? Here are some reasons why.
Pennywise is the reason why some clowns terrify me. When I was in Grade 12, my classmate was watching a montage of creepy clowns with “Mad World” by Gary Jules accompanying the video. Since my eyes tend to wander all over the place, I caught a glimpse of it.
Let me tell you, watching Pennywise unhinge his fangs while you listen to a Tears for Fears cover is unsettling.
Therefore, I didn’t get into “IT” until this year. Part of the reason why was that the remake was out and it received an overall positive reception. I felt like I’d be OK with watching the movie if I read the book first, so I borrowed “IT” from the library and went on my way.
While the book is worth checking out, you don’t finish it feeling one way or the other. You read the last page with mixed feelings that stay with you throughout the book.
Oh also, spoilers ahead. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
I’ve been using this blog off and on for three years, and I realized I have not done a “Get to Know Me,” blog post.
By looking through my blog, you probably know I am a writer, I went to university and college, and that I love Pokemon, but there’s more to me than that! Okay, not really, to be honest. Depends on your interpretation.
I answered all the questions from this Get to Know Me Tag found on Root Report.
Some of you who know me personally probably already know the answers, but read on anyway!
Sometimes, I think I should go for the Guinness Book of World Records. I’m turning 25, and I’ve been single for every Valentine’s Day.
Before you say “Oh, poor Emily! It’s so sad how she’s always single on Valentine’s Day!” Don’t.
I love the idea of being loved. I love to love, and I love to be loved. I know there are many ways of experiencing love besides being in a relationship. For example, I experience it every time I bite into a hot and cheesy pizza slice.
I’m just annoyed with the marketing that either focuses on the pressure to be in a relationship or that focuses on feeling petty just because you are single.
That being said, I love the cheesy red bears with the hearts and the abundance of flowers and the colour pink everywhere. Also, if someone does something nice for their partner on Valentine’s Day or any other time of year, I think it’s sweet.
I’m not sure if I’m a hopeless romantic or a hopeless hypocrite.
Either way, I thought I’d give some advice on how to make your Valentine’s Day semi-decent if you’re single.
One of the few things that always puts me in a good mood is visiting a music store. I love going through bins of CDs, taking home one or more new spin, and listening to music in my room whilst flipping through the artwork and learning the lyrics.
Day #1: A song you like with a colour in the title.
“Dirty Blonde – The Arkells
I liked a couple of songs by The Arkells before I bought “High Noon”, but songs like this made me love the album. I knew I had to see them in concert after I gave the album its first spin. Though one of my favourite bands, Mother Mother, was also performing, so I was going to go anyway.
This shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone at all, but I have a lot of CDs. I still buy them in the physical edition from time to time, though that’s considered passe. There’s something about going to the record store and buying a CD, looking through all of the artwork and lyrics in the booklets and deciding if it’s worthy to put on my iTunes that’s so satisfying.
Most of my album collection is from my teen years. Music blocked everything out for me, and it still does, so I thought I’d write about 10 albums that left an impact on teenaged me. Everyone’s doing it on Facebook, so I figured why not.
I’d like to add this isn’t the first time I saw this on social media. Three years ago, people were doing the “12 albums” tag about the same thing, but nobody tagged me. I was going to post it, but then it became irrelevant by the time I wrote it out three years ago.
My opinion on what albums meant a lot to me in my teens won’t change, because my teen years are what they are, and there was nothing I could do about it.
I hope you like pop-punk because there’s a lot of it here.
If anyone knows me, they know I talk a lot about my golden retriever Tommy. I’ll also post a lot of pictures of him on social media.
It’s no secret that I am a dog person, and always will be. I grew up with goldens my whole life, including Chester. He was our family pet from when I was in the third grade, up until he passed away the summer I finished my third year of university. He would have had his 16th birthday this year.
What? I’m a crazy dog lady, like my mom and my Nana.
He made me smile, with all the weird thing he ate, his love of chewing on ice cubes, his ability to give high fives, and his desire to always receive attention like a typical goldie.
Rather than write a sappy post about how much I miss him, even though I miss him dearly, I thought I’d write a funny story about one of the few times I could ever be mad at my dog and the day he taught me something about myself.
I kind of hate this title, to be honest. My biggest lesson in 2016 was that I don’t have to tell every single person every single thing that has ever happened to me. I am still bad with oversharing, and probably will be, but I also feel like I shouldn’t have to justify my actions or my circumstances just because someone else feels it’s not the way they live their life.
If you follow me on Instagram (@emilywritesalot), you probably saw my resolutions already on when I was doing the Night Eyes Countdown to 2017, which I didn’t end up finishing. I made three goals: Send my novel to a publishing company, try downhill skiing, and take better care of myself.
I thought I’d explain why I want to meet these goals this year.