Something to read as I work on my next novel.
I haven’t done a post like this in the past because I didn’t think anyone would care to read it. Also, it’s weird to say, “welcome to a post where I talk all about. . .
Then I thought: but it’s fun to read people’s quirks.
THEN I thought: I’ve been blogging for seven years, it could be a fun challenge to think of ten new things.
Challenge accepted.
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I wanted a Subway sandwich.
I was out shopping with my mom. The adrenaline that comes from wildly spending money, mixed with perseverance to find a bag that looked like a Givenchy Antigona without the cost, left me famished.
We found ourselves in the mall.
“Do you want Subway?” I asked, stepping into the line.
I’ll be honest. My mother had no choice. My stomach lead my heart, and my heart led my feet, and my feet led me to Subway. It was basically the plot line of every romance novel ever written.
As you undoubtedly already know because my YouTube videos are vastly popular, I’ve moved out of my parents house. We went from a family of six to five, to four, to three, until I finally flew the coup.
And now I’m all alone.
A lone wolf. A loner. A wanderer without strings, going wherever the wind takes me, responsible for no one and nothing. Also, very long-winded in her sentences.
Continue reading ➞ What It’s Like Living Alone As A 23 Year-Old
There was this boy I knew once.
Well, knew was an understatement. For lack of better words, I may even say I had fallen for him.
On the morning of Halloween, he disclosed that he didn’t reciprocate my googoo-eyes. His reason being? That my being a writer was a turn-off.
Irony amuses me, which is why I chose to write about him now. *
But this post isn’t about crushes past. **
Coffee is dear to my heart. It began at a young age, tasting my mom’s coffee ice cream for the first time. Then I worked at a coffee shop for two years and one thing led to another. . .
I’ll just get into it. Because as soon as I finish this post, I get to run downstairs and get free, you-know-what warm delicious goodness from the hotel lobby.
This hotel is wonderful.
Every year since my brother attended the academy, we would go to the All Academies Military Ball.
My brother is a senior now. Being as it was the last ball we would attend, I begrudgingly drug my vlogging camera (the one I was swearing I wouldn’t touch until next vlogmas) along with me to capture special little clips of the night’s events.
And I’m glad I did.
I haven’t made a specific announcement that I’ve been writing a book. I know my tagline is Something to read as I work on my next novel. It alludes to the fact that I’m writing a book.
Anyhow. I, Rebekah Koontz, have written a book.
*shrieks and squeals, and is an all-round thirteen-year-old at a Justin Bieber concert*
The curser blinks at you.
*blink-blink-blink-blink*
It’s a steady beat. A constant reminder of your lack of creativity. Your tired brain. Your empty train of thought.
You’re me at this very moment. You have writer’s[blogger’s]block.
For a split second, you think you have an idea. A spark!
And then you daydream about lunch, and the spark’s gone.
Bye-bye spark. . .
There’s a ton of great ideas out there.
Ideas to better yourself as a human being, to make you healthier, more motivated, more creative, more beautiful.
All these ideas sound great, until it comes time to do them.
Continue reading ➞ Things I Like The Sound Of. . . But Don’t Actually Do
Let’s talk about notebooks. I mentioned them in my You May Be A Writer If.. post under number three.
3. You own ten different notebooks and MUST have all ten on hand 24/7 because they each serve a different purpose and people don’t understand that.
‘Like’ this post if you agree.
I have a notebook for every possible outlet of my life, and then other notebooks for the sub-outlets to those outlets.
Some people don’t get that. Some people go to the 99c store, buy one notebook for their purse and that’s it. That’s all they use. No organizing. No page numbering. No index or table of contents. They sloppily jot down their whatever and move on with life.
Do they even worry about wasting paper? Do they use one note for one page and leave the rest of the page… blank? What about bookmarks? Do they indent?
