"It is not the ctitic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat."

~Theodore Roosevelt

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Writing

~I am a man, and alive.... For this reason I am a novelist. And being a novelist, I consider myself superior to the saint, the scientist, the philosopher, and the poet, who are all great masters of different bits of man alive, but never get the whole hog.
~D.H. Lawrence

Today is a good day. I am getting so much done! I'm lovin' the time change and how light it is at seven thirty! And the lady didn't lecture me when I went to the French writing lab!

Devotional today was so good. It inspired me. Reminded me why I want to write. We had the founder of Walden Media, Michael Flaherty, speak to us. I can't even explain why it was so good! He just talked about the influence stories can have on our lives-for good or for bad. And how he started Walden Media because he wanted to give children good entertainment.

It made me want to write. I want to inspire someone. I wanted to go home and sit at my computer and type out all my thoughts and edit them and make something amazing... So I went to my British Lit class and tried to remember that reading all this old stuff that doesn't make sense to me is supposed to teach me what good writing sounds like. Or something like that.

I miss reading and writing. Like, what I want to read and write. When I take a break from homework I generally watch a television episode. It requires less work. And pretty much all my homework is reading and writing-so I need that break. Somehow I need to fit that in my schedule-read and write for me!

I also read a story today for my American Lit class about a guy who is dying and thinks of all the things he'd meant to write. And how he wasn't going to have that chance anymore. He said that as he was laying there he'd been paying attention to how the birds flew above him in case he ever wrote about it. I know what that's like... riding in an ambulance I was trying to capture the moment in words so I could describe it (only for a minute though...) It was just sad that he had so much he wanted to say and wasn't going to be able to.

I want to write now. I want to get it out-not wait until I feel like I'm more adequate.
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