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Vocal Writing 101: How to Write Better Stories
So, you want to be a better writer? Dude, you and me both. My experience as a writer started as guesswork. I began writing scientific papers for college assignments. Later, I got a job writing curriculum and found that a few of those guesses were sticking. Last December, I was pulled into my company's marketing team to write blog content. It was a comfortable switch; I received prompts and put pen to paper.
What is Krav Maga?
Picture the scene: A lonely candle burning on the bedside table. Its flame casting a dim orange glow, barely strong enough to illuminate the single-roomed abode.
To the Beat: March 2021
If everyone is a product of this society, who will say the things that need to be said, and do the things that need to be done, without compromise? -Lauryn Hill
Dancing On Corpses with Imaginary Friends
The stench of a funeral home has unforgettably stuck with me. Each one smells identically of rotting flesh, formaldehyde, and dying floral arrangements. The first time that smell gripped my nostrils was six days before my fifth birthday. My father made his way back to our home after leaving me with my Granny. His veins were racing with a Molotov cocktail of cocaine, Jim Beam, and rage. A mere hour behind him, my mother arrived home after a Sunday morning shift at the grocery store deli she worked part-time at to support my father's drinking and driving habits. She inserted her key into the front door, turned the worn brass handle, and stepped in through the storm door as she did every other afternoon. This step wasn’t like the others. My mother looked up to a black revolver staring at her forehead, my father’s dead eyes staring from behind it. His demons overtook him that day, convincing him to grab a handgun, usually stowed away in a small red toolbox in the back of his garage, and destroy everything in its path. It was in my mother's blood to fight, and as I was wholly unaware, slumped on my Granny's couch unable to help her, she did exactly that. She fought for her life. My father was still present somewhere deep inside the demon’s grasp, and in a final gracious gesture, sacrificed himself. After a struggle, the gun must've pulled back and turned on the evil that overtook him. I imagine that there was a glimmer of the man we had once known but hadn't seen in so long, looking back into my mother's eyes as a final selfless apology. His last bit of light pulled the trigger, and the gun fired. All of our worlds, and everything we had all known, simultaneously fell crashing onto the floor.
Lights, Camera, Netflix
10 Things I Hate About You defines life as an adolescent. Hungry with an appetite for romance and an unquenchable thirst for self assurance. Emotions run high and hormones pump like fire through the veins, igniting our physical and psychological transition into adulthood. Twenty years later and 10 Things I Hate About You still holds up majestically! This near-perfect slice of teen romantic comedy will forever be a classic engraved in our hearts for two reasons. Firstly, the message the film conveys being that happiness truly comes from within. Secondly, the pure nostalgia for life in the role as a youngster. As we age like fine wine we recognize that time is of the essence. Events and situations that once held great importance as a teen now crumble. We’ve opened our eyes to the illusion of the over idolized interpretations of what youth should be about versus what it is realistically about. The doubt of self, fear of rejection, and first acts of unadulterated intimacy make a youthful life worth living and in this instance a script worth watching. If 10 Things I Hate About You is high-ranking on your list here are some strategically formulated suggestions any dramedy enthusiasts would call entertaining!
4 Ways To Infuse Humour Into Your Vocal Stories
I have exactly one thing going for me in my writing career. Is it my abysmal spelling aptitude? Or the fact that when my Grammarly app shits the bed, I have a mental breakdown because my readers will find out that I don’t know the difference between then and than (joke!)?
Bonding of the Bear and the Bull
I knew I wanted to adopt a dog, but I did not think I would be adopting from, of all places, Overstock.com. In 2014 the partnered with local adoption agencies where I found this adorable picture at my local animal shelter.
It's 2021, I'm 30, and I'm still into the bad-boy romance novel redemption arc.
This might seem like an odd thing to "confess". But it's a confession none the less. A dirty little secret I keep to myself.
RIP Moira Rose, You've Just Been Gilmored
Yes, real life is cool. BUT, have you ever started a tv show and spent days and days completely immersed – just unabashedly binging it? Then, when you finish the last episode, you get this oddly sad, melancholic ache deep in your chest; in your heart. You don't know what to do with your time - with your life - once it's over. You wish you could discover it anew, watch each scene, meet each character, for the first time again, simply because, you loved it all so much.
Lyrical Gas, Cars In Popular Music.
There are many songs specifically about cars. On the other side of the spectrum are songs that are not about cars but briefly mention cars or cars. I prefer the latter. I love cars and lyrics; it’s fun checking out tiny details within the words. For example on The Weeknd’s song Starboy he slipped in a ton of car references.
Bury Your Tropes
If you're queer and you're looking for the perfect movie match for date night, then you've come to the right place, my friend. Come in, come in! I've been toiling night and day over a top-secret matchmaking algorithm guaranteed to set you up with the media of your dreams.
The Inspiration of the Sons of Anarchy
If you have ever had the pleasure and the privilege of watching the FX series Sons of Anarchy, then you probably know how dynamic and multi-faceted this show can be.
Everyone has a Jack Dawson
When I was fifteen I watched Titanic for the first time We had it on a VHS tape. Well, technically two VHS tapes because that is how it was when a film was over two hours long. My friend's kept nudging me to watch "even if it is just for Leo" but I put it off because I knew it was long and sad. And in my teenaged brain, that meant boring. But when a tragic case of strep throat kicked me down for over a week, with a house to myself and antibiotic-induced boredom, I thought I would finally see what the fuss was about.
A short letter to Sarah Everard
On the third of March 2021, just like millions of women, you left your house. I don’t know the details of how your morning went. I don’t know if you woke up and grabbed a coffee, or danced around your room listening to your favourite songs. But If you’re like me and millions of other women, you were probably looking forward to another day and excited for what it might bring your way. It was a beautiful day, and you were planning to spend some part of it with your loved ones. You chose to wear a green rain jacket, navy blue trousers, turquoise and orange trainers and a white beanie hat, just like the one I and other women would wear on rainy days in London. You had dreams, hopes, and ambition and you were highly loved and important to those who knew you. I don’t know how you spent the first part of your day, Sarah, but what I do know is you decided to visit your friend and spend some quality time with them later on. Your parents described you as kind and thoughtful, with the most amazing sense of humour and so I know you must have laughed and joked around with your friend, with no inclination that it will be your last day alive. No inclination that that will be the last time they will you see laugh, and that they will never get to see your bright and beautiful face again. At 9 p.m, you set off on your way home, a time when women wouldn’t normally anticipate any impending danger on what would have been the busy streets of London. After speaking to your boyfriend who you planned to meet the next day, on the streets of Clapham, about 15 miles from where I live, you disappeared.
Is Fan Fiction Even Legal? Should I Finally Publish My Star Wars Novella?
“Anakin,” she said as she turned to face him again. “What if we pretended that somebody tried to attack me or something. Then you would have to rush me off planet to keep me safe, right? Or what if I was called to a secret meeting somewhere; it would be your duty to take me there, wouldn’t it?” “I couldn’t do that,” Anakin replied firmly. “My Master would know immediately if one of us were lying.” Padme sighed with frustration. “Why did we even get married if we’ll never see each other?” She wished she could jam the words back down her throat as she picked up the hurt expression on Anakin’s face. “I thought,” he said quietly, “because we loved each other.” “I’m sorry, Anakin,” she said as a wave of guilt came over her.
Dear Megan Rapinoe, Thank You
“What we know is how successful women’s sports have been in the face of discrimination, in the face of a lack of investment in every level in comparison to men.” Megan Rapinoe, March 2021
- Third Place in Sister Circle Challenge
To The Woman With The Heart of a Dragon
You were born in 1964. The year of the dragon. You’ve always admired dragons. Dragons, lions, eagles. Creatures larger than life, that represent strength and courage. I think it’s because you’ve always seen yourself in them. I do too.
A little too Vocal?
My embarrassing moment may have just been an unintentional promotion for this website. I cringe at the thought. I was going to use something from my childhood, teenaged years, that sort of thing, but that's expected during that age. Those don't bother me.
Outriders Demo: Will it Be Another Anthem or Pure Gold?
Having defeated the Outriders Demo in both Single-Player and Multiplayer, there is a lot to say about the game. The game has many positives and some negatives that I'm hoping are fixed at launch. The good outweighs the bad for this demo, and I'm hoping it stays that way. The gaming community was promised so much with Anthem. Still, it all fell short, giving me concern about ALL demos that gain my interest.
My Brother Sent Me Sightseeing to a Toxic Lake
A couple months ago, while I sat at our Cabin surrounded by four feet of snow, my brother and his wife sent a picture of a beautiful beach they visited in California, where they live for six months as snowbirds. They had driven to Salton Sea Lake about an hour from their home in Desert Sands. It looked beautiful and alluring. I desired to be there. So as my husband and I started planning for our pilgrimage to warmer weather, I included this destination on our itinerary.