elektri-cute14

Sometimes I feel, A particular feeling. It fills me with feely feels, And that makes me want to die. Or maybe cry, or sigh, Or maybe I'll just lie. And pass this off as actual poetry...

You know that you have a Mary Sue when she upsets the monochromatic color scheme of my Writer's Guides. Mouse over blue text to see a note. Internet communities often lash out at writers who create Mary Sues. Declaring the writing to be below their standards, they proceed to punish the creators. They mock the characters, verbally abuse the writers, and write hyperbolically about how much they wish the characters would die. Bullying writers (who may be very young) is only going to make them afraid to write—and therefore improve—or share their work. Not only that, but it discourages other writers from speaking for fear of public

Life and a Lady A little girl, With pastel stains on her cheeks I remember so vaguely But she walked home that day With a star in her hands And chocolate milk on her mind A little lady, With confetti littered in her cheeks I remember, though barely But she walked home that day With a medal in her hands And the promised computer in mind A teenage girl, With tears on her cheeks I remember somewhat clearly But she walked home that day With a toga in hand And college in her mind A grown-up lady, With make-up on her cheeks I remember lucidly And she walked home that day With a diploma in hand And success in her mind A woman, With blush on

I may not have the best skills, I may not be the most well known, I may not have the most expensive materials but — I am an artist.