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Saturday, October 28, 2017

The Early Writings Tag

     First, thank you to Abbiee for this tag! Since I stole this from her, it's only proper that you check out her blog here. She had 5 books that she wrote as a child that were horrendous, but alas, I was not so accomplished at a young age. So today, I'm just going to be talking about the one and only horrendous book that I wrote.


Lingering On (originally Sea Hatred)



The Book:

A romantic drama that reached about 35,000 words.



The Plot:

  • Andromeda is a perfect protagonist: gorgeous, lives by the sea in a beautiful house, has an adoring family,  has the amazing and handsome boyfriend, and a lifetime of happiness on the horizon
  • The story opens with Will, her boyfriend, proposing to her at sunset on the beach.......that's not cliche at all right? (right.) 
  • The story continues with all sorts of subplots that add basically nothing to the story. They include: 
  • an abused best friend
  • a lesbian aunt
  • a girl that somehow remained a virgin through a horrible marriage and reunites with Andromeda's brother, her first love
  • Andromeda's sister being dumped
  • A dramatic to the death duel between Will and someone his family has a feud with
*And I was twelve when I started this????*

  • The day before her wedding, Andromeda, Will, and her family take a boat ride to celebrate.
  • A storm comes up and everyone DIES except for Andromeda. 
  • Andromeda sinks into deep depression 
  • Andromeda moves away to the city, vowing to never love again. That isn't cliche either. 

 I suppose an excellent question would be this: what was the inspiration for this? I'm not sure I can really pinpoint the source. Part of it was to write a story about a girl who turns her back on God to the point where she denies His existence, but eventually finds her way back to Him. Part of it was the desire to write a tragedy. Part of it was the appeal of a girl who loses absolutely everything and yet somehow finds the strength to love again.

What I Learned:

  • You may have to completely rewrite 3/4 of your novel in order to make it a decent piece of literature -I started writing this when I was 12, and picked it up again when I was 14 hence the rewrite. 
  • The original theme that you started out with may grow and mature with the story, and that's okay. Don't be afraid to let the story change because of that. 
  • You really need to pick and choose your subplots and make them relevant to the story, or the protagonist's journey. They shouldn't be just fluff
  • Make your character relatable. This is probably the most important one. They have to make mistakes. They have to have flaws. Their struggles have to be true and real. 

Conclusion:

I still like the original theme of this book, and with the title of Lingering, I think the story could be a a story that has very personal inspiration behind it. I want to pick it up again someday.

~Clarissa

Sunday, October 15, 2017

Struggling With Depression Does Not Make You A Bad Christian

     Yep, that's right. Today we're going to talk about the D-word. Depression. It's a scary word most of the time. It's a word that people like to avoid both when they ask how someone is doing, and when people describe how they're feeling.

     Somehow this word carries a stigma that says something is wrong with you and that you must not be trying hard enough to feel good. For Christians, it can be even worse. "Just reach out to God" "He's there for you" "Just pray". These are good things, but people can throw out these phrases as if they are the magical, easy solution for climbing out of depression. They can judge you and make it seem like you're a bad Christian because if you were truly walking with God, you wouldn't be depressed.

     Let me just say that my walk with God sucks sometimes. I don't read my Bible, and I forget to pray because I stayed up late doing something I wanted to do. But that doesn't necessarily mean I'm a "bad" Christian. It might mean I'm not a strong Christian, but those two things are not the same. But that's beside the point. Christians can struggle with depression, and today I'm going to talk about my struggle with it.

     This post is written partially to bring awareness and understanding to a topic that is still a bit taboo, and also bring hope and encouragement to any Christian who might feel guilty about being depressed.

     First, let me say that depression varies in how it affects people, and this is strictly my personal experience. Also let me say that by no means have I had the severest form of depression, and I can't imagine what it's like for the people who do.

    The first time I really started being depressed was probably the same time as when it hits a lot of other people: freshman year of high school. That was the time where my self-confidence, self-esteem, and self-worth were at an all time low. There was a lot of pain that started coming to the surface and I drowned in it. I was wounded, and I acted like it.

     I listened to songs like "Falling in the Black" by Skillet and wrote poems with lyrics like these:

"The pain that visits/My heart each night/Silently destroying/The soul within me.

      I wanted to do a dance to "Falling in the Black" for a home school talent show and when my parents listened to it, they said the lyrics were too dark and that it wasn't good for me to be listening to it. I remember wanting to scream at them when they told me that. "Why do you think I'm listening to it?!"

     This brings me to my first symptom: isolation. Depression makes you feel very isolated. You could be hanging out with friends you love and even laugh and joke around but you can still feel like you're on an island and they're miles away. You feel very alone. You feel like no one can help you and that makes you not ask for help or tell anyone.

     This is where it ties into the Christian walk: God feels very distant. When I was depressed, don't you think I knew God was there? I knew He was there, but I couldn't feel Him. And to be completely honest, I blamed Him sometimes. I screamed at Him about why was I allowed to go through all of this pain. Still couldn't feel Him. I couldn't feel Him holding me.

     But since I'm on the other side of that dark time, I can share a secret with you: He is so close to you. He is holding your hand and guiding you through to the other side. That time taught me so much about myself and took me to a place of healing and confidence that I don't think I could have otherwise. It was overwhelming, but I was forced to confront the pain of my childhood and push through the fears until I could let go of my wounds. God can use these times and even allow them in order to bring us closer to Him.

     But please, don't tell us that "God is there" in a way that sounds like we are not pressing into Him. We are trying. We are screaming His name, but we feel so alone. Yes, we may need a loving reminder, but that is different.

     We may seem like we're not much fun to be around or that we're never going to "snap out of it" but I promise you that you are helping. You are getting us through. To all my friends who listened to my broken rants and read my dark poetry, thank you. Thank you so much. I only realized now how much you guys put up with. That was a time when I needed people to love me the most.

     Now I'm going to transition to a different time in my life and a different type of depression. Apathy and numbness is often another symptom of depression. You simply don't care. You don't feel anything and yet it still sucks. You want to feel better, but at the same time you can't make an effort to do so. People are like, "just pray and ask God to help you feel better". Sometimes it works, and sometimes it doesn't. Sometimes I don't even do it cuz I just don't care.

     Depression can cause a severe lack of energy, where you don't feel like doing anything, even things that would probably make you feel better. I don't want to go to church, but every time I do, I feel encouraged and refreshed. It gets me through the week, even though a lot of times that same afternoon I will feel depressed again.

     Most of the time, though, a depressed person can worship God just as purely as someone who isn't depressed. Just because they're depressed doesn't mean God won't accept their praise and worship. Perhaps the hardest part about depression is that most of the time, you have no idea why you're depressed. There isn't a specific reason, and that makes it hard to fight because you don't have a cause to fight against.

     To every Christian that struggles with depression: I encourage you to educate your loved ones about what you're going through. Let them know what exactly it is you're feeling (or not feeling). Let them know how you're walking through it with God.

     Only through awareness will we break the misconceptions that cause the hurtful comments I've mentioned throughout this post.

     To every Christian that struggles with depression: You are not less of a Christian because you struggle to move past this. God loves you, and He will desire to bring you closer to Him through this. He knows it's painful. He knows it sucks.

     Yes, praying and reading your Bible might be difficult, but we can do it. Find people who encourage and help you break through with your walk that often seems blocked by depression. Depression is a powerful thing that needs to be fought with something equally powerful: prayer.

      Know that you can use your depression to draw closer to God and learn lessons that you could never learn otherwise. Depression, especially among Christians, is something that needs to be talked about.

     It needs to have awareness so that people don't have to deal with the fear of talking about it like I did. It needs to be understood so that people aren't ashamed or don't feel guilty about being a Christian who struggles with depression.

     I know it's scary. I know it's hard. But please, join me in sharing your story.

~Clarissa

Sunday, September 24, 2017

Suffocating Friendships

     This is a post that is tough for me to write. It might sound mean. It might sound cruel. It might sound selfish. But I'm going to write it anyway because it has gripped me around the throat for far too long, and I am done suffocating. I am ready to breathe again.
      This post is about friendships. A certain type of friendship. A friendship that hurts you. And you might not even realize it. This post is probably going to end up being partially a rant and partially a plea and I'll probably throw some advice in there too.
     This year has been a tough year for me, as far as friendships go. My friends mean the world to me, and sometimes it feels like they mean more to me than my family does (that isn't how it's supposed to be, but that's life people). So when I lose friends, or my friendships change, it's pretty hard on me.
     Now, I already wrote earlier this year about losing a best friend (you can read that here). While that is very painful, the friendship I'm going to talk about today causes a pain that is not readily apparent.

      I call this the suffocating friendship.

     I recently realized after a get together with friends that I didn't have fun. Mind you, this wasn't the first time. The problem was, the previous times I had thought that there was something off inside me that was preventing me from having a good time. Being as emotional as I am, it is pretty common that the not having fun factor is myself, but I finally realized that this was not the case.
     This is the first example of a suffocating friendship. When you can only sit and listen to a conversation that doesn't include you, it's not fun. Now, I'm not saying that you should never tolerate conversations that don't include you. It's going to happen, and everyone does is guilty of it. I've done it. The difference is when the people continue to do it time after time, and it becomes apparent that they don't care that they are excluding others (you).
     Now, why do I call this suffocating? Well, shortly after the aforementioned get together, I went out with some different friends. And I came away from that get together feeling good. Feeling happy. I giggled and messed around and enjoyed myself. I felt like I was there for my friends, and they were there for me. It felt like a breath of fresh air.

     The second example of a suffocating friendship comes from a series of conversations I had with a friend. I was staying up late and talking about their problems, and waking up tired the next day. I love being there for my friends emotionally, and it's very hard for me to turn people down. However, this friendship felt very one-sided because whenever I would talk to this friend about my problems, their response was never in-depth, sacrificial, or helpful. *Just a side note: sometimes friends have different needs when they're going through tough times and that should be something friends should learn about each other* I felt drained, and I wasn't being filled back up.
     The contrast is an email conversation I had with a different friend where one of us started out talking through our problems, and that opened us up into exploring similarities in our struggles and we went back and forth discussing them and offering encouragement. It helped.

     The third example developed over multiple instances, but eventually it came to a head as I realized just how tired it was making me. I was the one making the effort, initiating conversations, planning things, making them happen, and trying to think of things to say. And I was tired. I was so tired. I stopped making an effort. The friend didn't make an effort. But you know what? I've learned to be okay with that.
     Thank you to all the friends who text me first, say you miss me, plan get togethers and make an effort. I appreciate it more than you know.

      As I think about what I've written, I am afraid that this is completely selfish. I am afraid that I overreacted in every one of the situations I described. I am afraid that is wrong to stop making an effort. But I tell that voice to be quiet. Because while friendships are hard, and they require work, and sacrifice, and time, and effort, they are a two-way relationship. If you are:

      1. Not having a good time when you hang out with this friend,

      2. Are being excluded for sustained periods of time by this friend,

      3. Are giving of yourself and receiving nothing in return,

       4. Are feeling drained from making a constant effort to maintain the friendship, 

       please prayerfully consider extricating yourself from this relationship. It is not selfish to take a stand against something that is hurting your emotional and mental health. Is it going to hurt? Yes. Are you going to want to blame yourself? Maybe. Will you feel guilty? Possibly. Is it the healthy thing to do? Yes.

       This was not an easy post to write, but it needed to be written. I hope this helps.

~Clarissa

    

Saturday, September 2, 2017

The Courtship Book Tag

     I stole this tag from my friend Brittany's blog because it looked really cool and it'll give you some insight into what kind of books I love and the writing styles I like. I also find the set up an interesting analogy. Here goes.

    
 
     Initial Attraction (a book you bought because of the cover): Jane Eyre. I had already read this book when I bought this edition, but I was looking for a copy to buy and I chose this one because of the pretty cover.




















First Impressions (a book you got because of the summary): The One Memory of Flora Banks. I haven't read this book yet, but I want to read it because of the synopsis.


















Sweet Talk (a book with great writing): The Book Thief. This book has amazing writing. It's so poetic and full of imagery with a healthy dose of sarcasm and dry humor. Plus it's narrated by Death.



















First Date (the first book of a series which made you want to pursue the rest of the series): The Final Empire - Mistborn #1. Brandon Sanderson is a fantastic (seriously) writer and Vin remains one of my top two favorite characters of his. She's so awesome. And so is Kelsier. It's just an awesome book and an awesome series.

















Late Night Phone Calls (a book that kept you up all night long): The Lunar Chronicles: Winter. Because I just had to get to the climax and see how everything turned out!!!!! It's the last book in the series after all.



















Always on My Mind (a book you could not stop thinking about): Ender's Game. I remember being in awe that Orson Scott Card could create a character like Ender that was so incredibly complex and wise and knowledgeable. This book also has so many nuggets for thought about pain and love and war.



















Getting Physical (a book in which you love the way it feels): The Revenge of the Sith. I like it because it's small and I can hold it and palm it easily. It's a paperback and it's bendy and worn and highlighted and loved because it's one of the best books ever. It really should go as an answer for Sweet Talk along with The Book Thief because Matthew Stover's writing is freaking amazing. This book is the only one I've highlighted and dogeared and it grabs my heart every time I read it even though I've read it like fifteen times.



















Meeting the Parents (a book you would recommend to your friends and family): The Bronze Bow. It's suitable for pretty much any age, and it's such a beautiful story of forgiveness set in the time of Jesus.



















Thinking about the Future (a book you know you'll re-read many times in the future): Anne of Green Gables series. Especially Anne of the Island and Rilla of Ingleside. This is in addition to the ones that I already mentioned that I've read more than once.


Thank you guys so much for reading! And thanks for the tag Brittany!

~Clarissa

Monday, August 21, 2017

My Plot Bunnies

If you're a writer, you're probably no stranger to the phenomenon called "the plot bunny." Most writers have a love/hate relationship with plot bunnies. They're often wonderful, fascinating ideas that grab you and demand your attention. And a lot of the time, they seem much more interesting than your current WIP.

When I was younger, I had a lot of beginnings of novels lying around that I started and never finished. As I got older, I've learned to write the idea down but suppress its tug on me to continue working on my current project. My thinking is, if it's a novel worth writing, the magic will still be there when you pick it up again. Plot bunnies may seem irresistible, but if you want to finish anything, resist them! Unless you're a superhuman writer who can work on multiple projects at once and still finish them. AKA not really me or any of my writer friends.

But nevertheless, we love our plot bunnies, and today I thought I would show you some of mine! I hope you enjoy :)


Title: Mutata Bellator

Genre: Science Fiction

Word Count: 1,200

Summary: War. It has been around since the beginning of time. Each time, weapons have become more and more technologically advanced. Until one army decided to go back to the roots of warfare: mankind. Maisie and Jack are part of Project Bellator, which has given them abilities that make them super soldiers. But when Jack discovers they are to be terminated, he and Maisie must escape. On the run in a world that does not accept them, it seems impossible that they will ever find the one thing they've always wanted: peace.


Title: Chance Encounter

Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 1,690

Summary: I don't have a synopsis right now that would do it justice.










Title: Hidden Hearts

Genre: Fantasy

Word Count: Undetermined

Summary: Alendil is a beautiful woman. And a deadly warrior. She has no time for love, for she fights to keep her people safe like her father could not do when she was five years old. Now she buries the dark memories in battle. Rodin has everything he could want: a doting family, the glory of a handsome warrior, and the promise of one day becoming king. But one thing stays out of his reach: the heart of the woman he loves. When Rodin's beloved younger sister is taken captive by warriors with a connection to Alendil's past, the two set out to find them. Could it be that this journey might uncover their hidden hearts?


I hope you guys enjoyed this post! I hope to make each of these plot bunnies into novels someday.

~Clarissa

Friday, August 11, 2017

"Caged"

     Hi guys. Here I am again, having not posted in awhile. My excuse is that I've been pretty exhausted lately. Anyway, I thought that I would share another one of my poems with you. If you don't like depressing things, I would suggest not reading this.
     This poem is called "Caged" and it was captured because of a moment, but I think it also sums up how I have felt throughout my life. I have often felt trapped, like I cannot be myself, or I have no choice. It is very hard feeling like you are in a cage, and there is no key or even lock. It is simply something you cannot break free of.
     One of the things that I've tried to learn is to appreciate even the small moments of freedom. I have also tried to learn how to be free within my cage, which is a rather contradictory sentence. However, it is possible. But this poem doesn't speak of that. It speaks of the most helpless moments in my life. Maybe later I can write a more hopeful poem. But right now, this is me.


     "Caged"

Deeper and deeper 
Into the floor I sink
Chains no longer strain
In freedom desperation

I lay my head down
Submission finds my soul
Through my walls tears slip
Overwhelming helplessness holds them

Suffocating and drowning
My mind and soul hide
Bars hold everything in
Longing to be outside

Powerless to resist
Rules set long ago
Determine my fate
I am caged



~Clarissa

Monday, July 24, 2017

Identity: Who We Are

        Identity. A place to belong. Somewhere to fit in. A definition of who you are. Some people spend their whole lives trying to find it.
        Identity is usually a label. Jock. Gamer. Nerd. Dancer. Musician. Writer.
        Writer is what I used to identify myself as. I would use it to explain my character traits. I would use it as an excuse for behavior others found weird. I would use it as a way in socially. I used it to identify myself.
         I thought that if I found other writers, I would find my place to belong. I sought out other writers because I thought, if I find other writers, I will be understood. I'll make an automatic friend!
         And then, as I began to meet more writers, I realized something. Writers are a very diverse group of people. We come from different backgrounds. We have different beliefs. We have different personalities. We just happen to have one thing in common: a passion for characters, plot outlines, Pinterest, a fresh twist to an old story......you get the idea. We're all writers, but that's not who we are. I'm not going to end up friends with someone simply because they're a writer.
         There are many Christian articles about this topic, but I'm not quite sure they say what they mean to. They all say the same thing. And I'm sure we've gotten the advice from at least one friend: find your identity in Christ. But what does that actually mean? Does that mean my new identity (label) is Christian?
        Throughout high school, most people go on an often difficult journey of discovering who they are. I know I did. Once I found out who I was, I gained confidence. (If you want to read my post on confidence, it's here). And the key to having confidence is loving yourself.
          And that, my friends, is the answer to the identity question.
          Your identity is you. It is as simple and complex as that.
           In a way, those articles are correct. Your identity is in Christ because the most important part of you is that you are a child of God. In a way, your label may be correct. I am a writer. But there is so much more to you than that. You are a grand, amazing, beautiful, tangle of you.
          Identity is a funny thing. If I say that my identity is a writer, but you take everything else of me away, I would no longer be me. On the other hand, if you took that writer part of me away, I would also no longer be me.
          There is nothing wrong with finding people who have the same passions as you and surrounding yourself with them. Just don't be afraid to be friends with people who don't share that passion. There is also nothing wrong with identifying with a certain label or personality type or genre or anything. But you can't let it define you.
           People often use identity as a way to hide their insecurity about themselves. Ashamed of knowing so much about Star Wars, people will laugh it off and be like, oh yeah I'm a nerd. That hides the fact that they feel embarrassed about this particular part of themselves. Embrace yourself, your whole self. 
           No one fits in a box. No one can truly color inside the lines. No one completely fits a label. No two people have the same identity. You are you.

~Clarissa