Food, for the longest of times, has brought people together, whether two people are just meeting for coffee, or friends are going out to lunch or dinner. Family dinners spent at the table instead of in front of the TV or computer, birthday parties full of food and sweets, BBQs at a family friend’s house that has a pool, 4th of July on your uncle’s farm, accidently setting fire to the field across from his house (and this is why we keep a bucket of water handy, folks), so many different ways that food brings people together.
Fanfiction has been around for decades. Originally coined in 1939, fanfiction has become something of a taboo term, usually associated with silly teenage girls fulfilling their own fantasies through popular characters in fiction. The original Star Trek series popularized this aspect of fandom in the 1960s, with women dominating the literary category as they sent in their pieces to fanzines, who it turn published them for the general public.
The cupcake recipe I’m about to give you is one of the best recipes that I’ve ever ran across and made. I can’t make cake from scratch to save my life, but I can make these Butterbeer cupcakes. Yes, you heard me right. Butterbeer. Like from Harry Potter. It exists, and you can find the drink at Hogwarts in Universal Studios, Orlando, or at the Harry Potter theme park in England. This is one of my favorite recipes because it’s not just throwing things together and mixing it, then throwing it in a pan.
I despised reading the required books I was assigned in high school. I could never pinpoint why I hated reading Of Mice and Men, I Am the Cheese, The Outsiders, and various other books that got so much praise from my classmates and teachers. There were many instances where I refused to even read the book, preferring to just skim it to get the necessary information I needed in order to pass my assignments.
Depending on who you are, the words "Corporate America" can bring up different images in your mind. For some, a man in a successful business suit smiling as he leaves his job comes to mind. For others, they envision the clock in and clock out way of life that suffocates and distorts a person's dreams. Many other images of the very concept of "Corporate America" exist in media. I think fondly of shows like Mad Men or The Office. It's all a part of the rite of passage when entering the workforce to become engrossed in what the corporations of America have to offer you; I think the real question should be what can you offer them?
Grunge was something fierce in the 90’s, but the hype had to die at some point, which really sucks. It was invented -or created, or dug up, who really knows-in the mid 80’s because everyone in this country had problems then, but surprisingly in early 90’s, it sparked huge attention to bands like Nirvana or Sublime. It’s so weird because no one under the president had anything to complain about; mortgage was okay, the deficit was at a minimum and gas didn’t cost an arm/leg deposit.
That is the word language in the four languages that I can either speak proficiently, or am learning. English, French, Esperanto, and Japanese. I like to learn languages because I feel like it opens doors for me not only other countries, but also other worlds. You can visit a country without knowing their language, but you can’t truly know the country without knowing it.
An anonymous quote I found read, “Today – I will. Tomorrow – I will. There is no muse. There is only me, and what I do or do not do.” I think this applies to writing in many ways. We always tell ourselves when and what we’re going to write, if you’re anything like myself. Also if you’re anything like myself, you know this doesn’t work. Any time I set aside a time for myself to write, I feel forced. I feel pressured, I feel like I can’t do it.
I feel myself writing the most when I’m not happy. I know this sounds crazy, but it is absolutely true. I write the most when I’m feeling sad, anxious, or even furious. The last thing I want to do when I’m happy is writing. I just feel like sometimes artwork doesn’t come out of happiness.