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the useless etymology of a name

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The Useless Etymology of a Name A Vignette About my Name and its History The meaning changes whenever I look it up. One day it means peace, another it means olive branch, and yet the meaning behind the meaning stays the same: peaceful, weak. Throughout my life, the peace forced upon me by my name has led to injury—emotional and physical. The moment I began to be referred to as Olivia, it twisted me. My nature was calm, demure, matching my name, matching my blonde hair, matching my pale skin, and my pale attempts at strength. It was not always supposed to be a delicate word. The name was stolen from my great grandmother, Lila. Her middle name was a mystery, only known as O. My parents assigned the name Olivia to it, and, in her honor, assigned the name to me. Only after it was set in stone was it revealed that the O I was named after was Olive, not Olivia. A disgusting, sour fruit that very few have a taste for. While the fruit was not fully assigned as my name, it stayed as

hiatus update - what i'm doing, where everything is, and also directing a play is hard

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Hello everyone! I'm posting on a Friday, shocking, I know. I just wanted to give an update on my un-scheduled hiatus. I am currently polishing the last draft of my book (for now, who knows if more edits will come), and that, along with directing a play which is bringing up interesting challenges. I plan to write a post when we perform that is gonna be called something like "things i learned by directing a play." Look for that around November 11th *wink wink*. It's actually making me think about making a new series called "things i learned" to chronicle my new experiences and things I learned (clearly). What do you think? It's my name! My book is going well, thanks for asking although I'm not sure you even did. As you all probably know, I'm represented by Hartline Literary Agency , specifically Cyle Young and Tessa Emily Hall. It's really weird to go onto the website and see my name listed––but cool too. I'm polishing it a

the human behind the gun - a glimpse into the chapter

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So, for those of you who know about this, I am part of an international writing collaboration called Project Canvas . Project Canvas is a book for teen writers by teen writers, and in it we all share tips, tricks, relatable author life content, and how-to's (of course, all of them have very open possibilities since everyone writes differently. It is merely to give help to those who want it). My chapter in this book is called The Human Behind the Gun... and it is all about crafting a great villain. So, in this little post, you get a glimpse of my chapter and ten the headers in the chapter! Hope you enjoy it and buy the book when it comes out––I hope you all enjoy the book too. | | | DRAWN TO DARKNESS. We all love good a good villain. Some we love, some we hate, some we love to hate, and some we hate to love. But the villain we are presented with on the page or screen is just the product of layers and layers of planning. Sad backstories are only the basics, and sometim

a little bit of a change...

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So, if you haven't already noticed, I changed my blog theme... again. I am never happy with what I made it to look like, even with the banner. so, I'm simply going to keep it like this. I do like it. It's nice. Clean. Aesthetic. Also, I've decided I'm going to post on Saturdays. I feel like that'd work a lot better with my schedule and ish. Anyways, on to the original reason for this... I'm running out of inspiration. Ideas. Everything, really. I missed the last to blog posts. I wanted to write something good for this week, but I just can't. School is back in session, and I've got a wordpress blog for my Christian Worldview and Analysis course, and that requires weekly posts. I'm working on my book. I'm polishing it since I finished the big-picture edits and word-cutting edits. Luckily I've got a class where that is literally what I'm supposed to do for two hours. I'm directing a play at my school, as well as

sincerely, me

a letter to me before my senior year in the style of "sincerely, me" from Dear Evan Hansen. | | | Dear Olivia, We've been way too out of touch. Things have been crazy, and it sucks that we don't talk that much. But I should tell you you've been doin' okay. You've learned when to stand your ground and when to walk away. I gotta tell you growing up has been real nice                                                        been real cool                                                        been real weird. And I just wish anxiety hadn't interfered. I like my job I love my job, but each day's another fight If I just eat healthy food, then everything might be alright. Wait, no. If I stop staying up, then everything might be alright. Take my own advice. Try to be more... nice. I'm turning around, just wait and see. Cuz all that it takes is a little determination! It's easy to work if you use your imagination!

the story of the story - mended and torn

I forgot to schedule this, so it's late, but here ya go. | | | This is a new series I'm going to start, telling the inspiration for whatever story I'm writing in an aesthetic way. This is going to be the story of how I came up with the idea for Mended and Torn , my current WIP. | | | It's 2012. I've read this amazing series called The Gallagher Girls  by Ally Carter, and it opened my eyes to the world of espionage. I mean, I've always been interested, but this... these were teens who were being trained at a secret academy. The main character spanned sophomore to senior year, ages 16-18, and everything was so compelling. I started writing something that was pretty much fan fiction with my own characters, too young to figure out that I can take this inspiration and weave my own story, completely different. It captivated me, and I found myself planning it into a 5 book series, with eleven chapters each book. Around book 3, I got bored. It's too

staying gold

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First off, sorry this is late. I was going  to  paint my room this weekend, and I wanted it yellow. We brought the swatch in and they didn't have the color so they had to mix it. We poured out the color into the pan and it looked right, so we painted it the yellow color I wanted--but when it dried it turned a disgusting shade of green. So, now I'm sleeping in the basement for 5 days and we're repainting it the color it originally was. Chaos has happened, and I didn't get to write. But here's the post now! | | | As I get older, I realize a few things. One of them being I’m no longer a kid. I don’t get all the freedom I used to, but in some ways I get more than ever before. I am not allowed to be childish and joke around because I’m supposed to be mature. I'm not allowed to waste days away just hanging out with friends,  because  there are things I need to do, and just one day off can mess up my schedule. I can't go to parks unless I&#