Mulit-Genre Research Paper

I'm really excited about my creative writing project this term. We are doing what's called a multi-genre research paper. It sound intimidating, but it's really not. Basically it's just some creative writing pieces (ie. poem, articles, prose fiction, lists, etc.) about a subject. Each of us picked a subject in the class, and I'm thrilled about my choice. You see, for the past few years my topic has been centered on a social issue. This year, I decided to center the paper around a famous person.

Now, I realize that there are many, many great choices. I've thought about it, I've decided to base it on Audrey Hepburn. I've always wanted to learn more about her; she seems like a fascinating individual. I've already done some research on her, and she's got a cool story. Now with this paper, I have the chance to portray her life and maybe give insites to what it may have been like.

Part Of An Unused Memoir

The light blue house on Wagonwheel Way was mine to claim. The small trees gave me shade in the summer, inspiration in fall, movement in winter, and hope in the spring. Every year, mystery flower bulbs were planted in our humble garden. When the snow had been long gone, and the sun fought to stay up in the sky, bits of green would pop up out of the brown earth. After a month or so, the flowers stopped being shy. They bloomed with no warning, taking in the suns warm rays. Scores of colors accented my home. Too bad my excessive sneezing forbids me to spend more time among the scented, vivid heaven.

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I think I want to put part of this in my paper somewhere. I wrote it for Creative Writing as part of my memoir, but I never used it. Not that any of you care... I worked hard on it, and if I add a little more to it, I think I can add it to that scholarship.

Also, I don't think I want to have this blog anymore. There's no point. I realized that I'm writing for all of you. That's not how it should be; I should be writing for me. So if one day you come back to this blog and it's not here anymore, you'll know why.

Disappointed

Sorry. Guys I don't think this is going to work out. I was really counting on your comments to help me out. I don't know what to do about this scholarship thing, and I thought you'd be able to pull me through it. My mistake.

A New Grudge

I hate the dentist. Without fail, it's always a bad experince.

Favor...

Okay guys, I need your help with something again. Now - I expect ALL of you to help me; not just those three like last time. This is another scholarship, and it's big. No, it's not big; it's HUGE! I need all the help I can get. Over the next couple of weeks, I'm going to give you a series of prose and poetry to critique for me. And note, it's not compliment, although those are appreciated; I need criticism! I need to know the truth about EVERYTHING and what I can do to make it better. I might actually have a chance to win this scholarship, so don't let me down.

Thanks. I love you all!

Plus, I think it's going to be good to post some creative things back on my blog again. I've been slipping up, and I need to get back on track again.

Blogs

I have a new love for blogs posted by artists and authors. Seriously. I get to see the creative flow process.

Here are a few I've been looking at lately -

Hayley (from Paramore) - she's so funny. This makes her seem more "real" and I can relate to her. (It may not seem much like creativity, but trust me, it is.)

Robin McKinley - one of my all-time favorite authors. She's brilliant.

Laurie Halse Anderson - another great author, although right now she's doing a lot of promoting on her new book.


There are also many more I like to read. Anyway. Yay.

Drum Roll Please...

Announcement - I, Aleesha Nicole Bass, the beautiful, talented, awesome, eighteen year-old girl (see picture below), has made a decision about where she is going to college.

Uh-huh that's right. I talked with my parents today, and I think it's official.

The executive decision is...

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Ta Da! Brigham Young University. Yep. Lots of thought and sleepless nights were put into this decision, and I think it's the right one. So, BYU, here I come!