My (Not) Wednesday Word-Count

What am I working on?

Right now I am working on a Harry Potter Fan Fiction, cause I'm a proud nerd. It's an OC (original character) fan fiction called "Not the Chosen One," where Harry now has a twin sister. Her name is Rena Lily Potter and ultimately falls in love with George Weasley. Naturally since I love him, so shall she. I've written the first two chapters and am working on posting have posted the second chapter online. The second chapter is over twice as long as the first one and just shows my excitement about writing it.

Find the first two chapters of "Not the Chosen One" here!

Total word count: 5,567

How do I feel about this process?

Right now I'm pretty happy with where it's going and how it's going. I have outlined my entire story in bullet points and desperately want to get to the end. For Experiment #4, I may try writing a piece of the story that I'm most excited about, but when it comes to a story that's as planned as this one, I have trouble not writing in order. I get frustrated with the voice in my head telling me to write in order and desperately try to silence it, but alas I have yet to do so.

What am I reading right now?

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone by J.K. Rowling

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone Screenplay Script by Steve Kloves and J.K. Rowling

What I Know - A Slam Poem

Let me tell you what I know
I know the sky is blue and the grass is green
I know oblivion is inevitable
I know I'm a big girl
And don't tell me otherwise because
I know that you're lying

I know what the doctors have been telling me since third grade,
"You are in the overweight percentile for your age group. Maybe you should cut out dairy?"
Like telling a nine-year-old girl, to cut out a main food group was a good idea.

I know that in my freshman year I lost 30 pounds for state fitness testing
That wouldn't let me graduate unless I'm a certain weight, because
I have a knee injury that prohibits me from running a mile in under seven minutes
Due to a jacked up system that says if you weigh more, you should run faster

I know that I am terrified of liking a boy thinner than me,
Because of the off chance they wanted to pick me up,
I feel like I would crush them

I know that I hate shopping because when I want to wear that cute daisy crop top,
I get told, "Only skinny girls can wear that."
By my own mother nonetheless

I know society needs to stop making fat an insult and skinny a compliment
What does "skinny" look like? Those girls in the magazines? Sweetheart!
Those girls in the magazines don't even look like those girls in the magazines
All because our society demands unrealistic perfection

I know that in high school I would never have had the courage to say these things
Because I was nervous on how people who may or may not remember me in four years may react
Fuck it. Listen to what my loud mouth has to say and I will tell you what I know

I know I am a big girl, and I know that's okay
I know that I'm still scared of what you're going to say
I know that that was a rhyme
Now let me thank you for your time

Who Do I Want to Be?

     Last year in my Modern American Literature of Sports and Culture, my teacher decided to ask a class of second semester seniors, who we want to be. WHO not WHAT. What an impossible question to ask someone only a month and a half into adulthood: Who do you want to be? I know who I don’t want to be. I don’t want to be the girl defined by her depression and anxiety. I don’t want to be the person stuck in a cubicle job that they hate. I don’t want to be the child that never chased their dreams once childhood died. There are plenty of types of people I don’t want to be, but who do I want to be? While there are things I’d like to achieve and accomplish in my life, I can’t find a way to say who I want to be. In theory, I guess I want to be the person people feel they can trust and turn to; the person that is known for being kind, compassionate, and understanding; the person who is happy with their life everyday they wake up. These are qualities I hope to obtain through my years. Ultimately, I want to grow as a person to be the best version of myself that I can be. Who do I want to be? I want to be me, in my best form, whatever that ends up being.

Mama Said Lyrics (Experiment #2)

Mama Said

I called you up but no one was home

I left a message after the tone

“Hey, it’s me. Just called to say ‘Hi’”

But I didn’t know it was the start of goodbye

I knew you my whole life long

But it’s the end that inspire this song

You were a douche, thank god we’re through

Mama said I was too good for you

Mama said don't trust the man

He'll lie to you whenever he can

Don't listen to his hurtful words

Know what you saw, know what you heard

"Don't listen to her, baby. I love you."

But looking back that was a lie too

Practice makes perfect

But guess what? You weren’t worth it

Reasons I left you, I have a ton

I believe in God, you thought you were one

Mama said and I guess she was right

But I didn’t know until that night

Mama said don't trust the man

He'll lie to you whenever he can

Don't listen to his hurtful words

Know what you saw, know what you heard

"Don't listen to her, baby. I love you."

But looking back that was a lie too

I’ll never walk down the aisle and see you,

By my side, but some dreams don’t come true

Every time you let me down

I brushed it off, I hid my frown

Then you went and put your hands on me

Gave me glasses so I could see

Ran out that door as quick as I could’ve

But didn’t leave nearly as soon as I should’ve

Mama said don't trust the man

He'll lie to you whenever he can

Don't listen to his hurtful words

Know what you saw, know what you heard

"Don't listen to her, baby. I love you."

But looking back that was a lie too

Thought it was over

Thought the feelings were gone

Guess I didn’t let go

Guess I didn’t move on