TheHauntedMistress

Looking at my shelves of books, It makes me proud that I can go through each title and still know the plot of it and if I enjoyed it.
          	God damn I'm good :3
          	(Also have wayyy to much time on my hands)

TheHauntedMistress

So.....wattpad eh? 
          *waves* I only just got back into the swing of it when this thing about the clubs came up, they like mashed some clubs together. I'm not sure how I feel about this since I had to remember what clubs I liked and then become a member in case it happened again..it's to much hassle! -.- 
          Anywho so I hoped everyone enjoyed their easter sunday and got loads of chocolate and sweetie goodness and had it all for breakfast on Easter Monday because you weren't bothered making breakfast, the parents were out and you were watching Star Trek! 
          ..........Or maybe it was just moi? o.O
          Hugs and Cardboard (from the pakaging of the easter eggs)
          Moony^.^

TheHauntedMistress

This is my first fan kinda message....*awkwardly stands around* 
          Okie, so first week for moi back in school and I'm sure it is for most of y'all after the Christmas Holidays..and *thinks* I've survived:3 So I want to say congratulations to y'all to have gone back to school (non willingly?) and are still here for tomorrow which is Friday!  ^.^ Because honestly, who else is going to be weird enough to congratulate you for surviving school? *raises hand* i think it's just moi xD
          Enjoy your Friday:)
          Hugs and Chocolate.
          Moony

IAmTheWeasleyTwins

(....)
          For this question, I had no answer.
          
          I turned my back on Bob, pulse pounding, fists clenched, and climbed the stairs to the third floor and started picking books.
          
          When the alarm went off at 4:30 the next morning, I thought about Bob and that is part of the reason I got out of bed.
          
          It is a truly excellent to have someone to believe in you and your ability to write.
          
          But I think it is just as helpful to have people who don't believe in you, people who mock you, people who doubt you, people who enrage you. Fortunately, there is never a shortage of this type of person in the world.
          
          So as you enter this month of writing, write for yourself. Write for the story. And write, also, for all of the people who doubt you. Write for all of those people who are not brave enough to try to do this grand and wondrous thing themselves. Let them motivate you.
          
          In other words, do it for Bob!
          
          Your friend in writing, 
          Kate DiCamillo
          
          Kate DiCamillo is the author of The Tale of Despereaux (Newbery Medal), Because of Winn-Dixie

IAmTheWeasleyTwins

Sup Moons? It's Georgie :3 The awkward moment when you can't remember your IAmGeorge password x_x
          I'm supposed to be doing history work ^.^
          
          Anywho, here's the pep talk I was talking about :3
          Dear Writer,
          
          When I was 30 years old, I moved to Minneapolis and got a job in a book warehouse. My official job title was "Picker." This meant that I went around the third floor of the warehouse holding a computerized print order in one hand and pulling books off the shelf with the other hand. I put all the books into a grocery cart and I took the grocery cart and wheeled it into an ancient, crabby freight elevator and went downstairs to deliver the order to the shipping department. Then I took the stairs back up to the third floor and started over again.
          
          It wasn't a challenging job. It didn't pay much. I was on my feet all day long. My back hurt. My hands hurt. But I was happy. I was surrounded by books and by people who loved to read them. Also, for the first time in my life, I was writing.
          
          I got up every morning before work (the alarm was set for 4:30) and wrote two pages before I went into the warehouse. And then, when I arrived at work at 7:00 to punch the time clock, I received my daily so-you-want-to-be-a-writer pep talk from a coworker.
          
          Let's call him Bob. (Even though his real name is Gary).
          
          Bob wanted to be a writer, too. But he wasn't writing. Every morning we had the same exchange.
          
          Bob: "How did the writing go?"
          
          Me: "Fine."
          
          Bob: "How many pages did you write?"
          
          Me: "Two."
          
          Bob: "Do you think Dickens wrote two pages a day?"
          
          Me: "I don't know how many pages Dickens wrote a day."
          
          Bob: "Yeah, well let me tell you something, you're no Dickens. So what's Plan B, babe? What's Plan B for when the writing doesn't work out?"
          (contd.....)