Mimo le Singe
I'm just your average, everyday word chimp sharing writing-related advice and other random musings. Happy Reading!
An Analysis of 'Flying from the Heart'
Story in Question The story of the young robin I had saved in my adolescence is indeed true, though not quite as whimsical and introspective as I have presented it in the accompanying slideshow. I am nevertheless a firm believer in animal and botanical sentience, and symbolic beliefs that have been passed down in my family for generations. For thematic substance, I added my own interpretation to each. For example, the oak tree here represents endurance in life, as shown in the robin’s will to live when we first meet and last see it, whereas the robin itself embodies hope for the future in how it changed my outlook throughout the story, all while retaining a sense of unfailing rapture.
Can Critics Be Wrong?
I have been critiquing virtually all forms of entertainment media for almost seven years now, and the longer I do this, the more I sympathise with other critics' increasing exhaustion with the endeavour. Not because it gets boring—although I do very much like to save my creative juices for other projects in the interest of exploring other challenge-filled avenues—but because it sometimes feels like audiences don't understand or appreciate why critique exists in the first place.
Toronto Fringe Festival 2019: 'Mourning After The Night Before' Review
TRIGGER WARNING: this performance contains depictions of, and discussions about, suicide and mental health. For educational resources about these subject matters, visit this website.
Insomnia and I, the Best of Friends
I'm realizing now more than ever That writing is incredibly therapeutic for me. If my previous posts about getting tattoos and healthy living
I Have a Book Hoarding Problem
I try to avoid bookstores, and sometimes even Shoppers Drug Mart, As often as I possibly can. I know for a fact that if I set foot inside,
Quote of the Day: Chicks and Ostriches
"If you're going to call me a chick, Then I'm just going to call you an ostrich." One day, as I was sorting through my boxes at home
"Cyberguys": A Rant
"Cyberguys," as I like to call them, Never fail to amaze me. Kudos to the ones who are actually brave enough To come up to me and try their luck at flirting face-to-face.
Ready for an Ugly Sweater Party!
Now before you go about calling me a spoiled and ungrateful child, I must stress that I truly appreciate conventional gifts.