Archive for May, 2013


Day 31, Friday (The Final Day): A vivid memory

My most vivid memory isn’t really a memory, because I’m not even sure it really happened, considering it was so long ago.

In this memory, I’m on a  beach. I used to live near one back in a town called Tramore, playing around sand dunes on sunny days off with the family. But on this particular day, the weather was terrible, grey, cloudy skies, it had rained earlier, but there was no wind. It was… calm.

I had run off a little bit from the rest of my family that day and I remember just standing there on the shore, on my own, just… taking it all in. The salty air, the ominous clouds, the almost grey water. It was more than scenic, it was like something out of a book. I think, looking back, that might’ve been what made me choose to become a writer. Just seeing it made me want to recreate it, to share it.

Maybe I’ll go back there one day, write something by the sea.

Thank you so much for sticking with me during Blog Every Day in May. I’ll be taking a short break to get my bearings, celebrate a birthday, and you can expect me to come back real soon.

Fiachra



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Day 30, Thursday: React to this term: Letting Go

I’ve found letting go to be hard. Everyone does. But what could be considered even harder is not letting go. To me, letting go means more than getting rid of anger, jealousy. It means letting go of… feeling towards something completely. It means becoming so apathetic, so numb to something, that you’ve gotten rid of it from your life completely. When it comes to losing a family member, a place you miss, that’s not good. Becoming apathetic to something is one of the worst things you can do in this situations. You want to keep the good memories. You want to hold on to the things that made you a better person, and if that brings back a few painful memories, is it worth it?

Unfortunately, I can’t answer that question for you. But, I think those memories define you. They shape you as a human being. If you let go, you can end up lifeless, apathetic. It’s a rubbish feeling, but it’s a possibility. There’s always that risk. Whether or not you choose to take it is completely up to you.

One day left, then a break, methinks 😉 ,

-Fiachra



Day 29, Wednesday: Five songs or pieces of music that speak to you or bring back memories.

Rather than explain why each song means something to me in great detail, I thought I might just leave the songs as they are, and leave it a little a little open for interpretation. So, here are my five:

1): The National – England

2): Gorillaz – Feel Good Inc.

3): Flobots – Fight With Tools

4): Nico Vega – Beast (Acoustic Version)

5): Ennio Morricone – The Ecstasy of Gold

Not many days left to go,

-Fiachra



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Day 27, Monday: A letter to your readers

Dear Readers, from Ireland, America Korea, the Maldives, etc.

I don’t really have a lot to say to you guys, most  of my usual stuff relates to you. I suppose I hardly ever talk to  you directly, but I only really have only one thing to say to ye: Thanks.

I started this blog back in December last year, and though it sounds incredibly cheesy, I really did not expect it to become so widely enjoyed. Over 60 followers, nearing 1000 views,  it may not seem like a lot to you, but it means a hell of a lot to me.

So, thank you, for putting up with me talking to imaginary people and rambling on during the weekends. You guys are awesome.

-Fiachra

 

 



Day 26, Sunday: Something you read online. Leave a link and discuss, if you’d like.

This is a post by Aaron Dembski-Bowden on raising his son, particularly in regards to religion.

I don’t think there’s a whole lot to discuss, he makes a valid point, and religion has been debated to death, so I won’t go into it.

So go off, read, have a merry old time. I’ll just sit here, twiddling my thumbs.

-Fiachra



Day 25, Saturday:Something someone told you about yourself that you’ll never forget (good or bad)

Heh, I guess one thing I probably  won’t forget for a long time coming is when I chatting with friends of mine about asking someone out. The way I suggested prompted  several response (‘Okay, you fucking rock’ being one :)) but there’s one thing said that I found heartwarmiong, something I found pretty hilarious:

‘I’m not going to say “awh”, I need to think of better word, you deserve a better word than “awh”.’

It was just a very cute moment,  and the support it gave me was pretty amazing. So, thanks, friend. you fucking rock 😉

-Fiachra

 



Day 24, Friday: Your top 3 worst traits

Awwww, only three? 😉 Well, if you were thinking of asking  me out on a date, here are three reasons why you may change you’re mind:

1): Fashionably Late

I’ll admit it, I’m not good with time. Whether it be just bad luck or bad timing, I always seem to be at least 5 minutes late to everything. I wish it weren’t the case, I like going to things. Somehow, however, luck doesn’t seem to be on my side. I suppose it’s due to me living in a small town in the middle of the countryside. Things are just further away, and I fail to account for that. I promise, I will be there, just wait ten minutes, and it’ll be fine.

2): Grudge Match-esque

I’m not a particularly stubborn fellow, and I usually don’t hold grudges. But when I do, you  will know about it. If you’ve done something terrible,I may not be angry, but I have the unfortunate disposition of holding over your head for a long time coming, either out of humour, or spite. Believe me, I never get properly angry, but sadly I don’t seem to forget things easily either.

3): Silence Isn’t Golden

My killer trait, the one I hate the most, is that a lot of the time I’m too damn quiet. It annoys the hell out of me, but a lot of the time I won’t add to the conversation, even around really good friends. I don’t know if it’s shyness or I simply have nothing to add, but I swear  it’s not rudeness. I very much want to talk to you, I just… can’t.

So, that’s it. If you see me with any of these traits, please be a little empathetic. Or run. Most people choose the latter.

*Sigh*

-Fiachra



Day 23, Thursday: Things you’ve learned that school won’t teach you

School hasn’t taught me a valuable lesson: Writing, otherwise known as the career I’d like in my future. I know, ‘What about English class?’ I hear you cry. Of course that’s gonna help me, but when it comes to actually writing fiction, short stories, etc. it ‘s only gonna help you remember to use ‘your’ instead of ‘you’re’. No, the only person who can help with your writing is you. So grab yourself from a parallel universe and get cracking.

…What, you can’t do that? Huh, could’ve sworn…

All weird misconceptions aside, there is really nothing you can learn in school about finding a style of writing that suits you, idea conception, or anything besides the basics of English writing. You may learn a bit about Shakespeare, but apart from reading Romeo and Juliet I learned nothing on on Shakespearean  literature. If you wanna be a writer, I would suggest going out and reading (I kid you not) EVERYTHING. The worst Dan Brown novel you can find, the back of a cereal box, anything you can get your hands on will teach you. A successful writer reads religiously, so go out there, get a mug of coffee, find a warm  fireplace, a large stack of books, and get studying.

-Fiachra

 



Day 22, Wednesday: Rant about something. Get up on your soapbox and tell us how you really feel.

You know what I hate?

People who hate your music. Not the type who just go ‘I don’t like your music. It’s not for me’. It’s okay to not like things. It’s the people who blatantly shout in comments sections or right in your face:

‘This country/rap/pop/rock/metal/trance/nu/death/dance/One Direction/Justin Bieber/ ‘Weird Al’ Yankovic music is terrible. My country/rap/pop/rock/metal/trance/nu/death/dance/One Direction/Justin Bieber/ ‘Weird Al’ Yankovic music is sooooo much better.’

Dude, if you’re one of those people who divulges in music snobbery, you suck. You just suck so badly. As comedian Dara O’ Briain put it ‘It’s just sounds for Jesus’ sake. You like those sounds? Oh, they’re the wrong sounds’.

I swear, art should be a little more free. You’re allowed like things other people don’t. You like that one band everyone hates? If people weren’t snobs, no one would care. But they do, so we have to stick with arseholes telling us what we can and can’t listen to.

Seriously.

Okay.

Okay, rant over.



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