weathered things

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...

Olivia where have you been!? I am sorry for my un-expected hiatus these last two weeks. It started because I put off writing and scheduling a blog post and then I got way too busy with rehearsals and such (in fact, this week is tech week and some cast members still  don't know their lines so I'm going crazy) so I ended up not doing any writing––in my blog or  in my book. I know, I know––I've thrown myself off my schedule, I've neglected my children and I'm really sorry for that. Anyways! Onto the actual topic. Being a teen entrepreneur. I myself am one––I'm writing books (therefore starting my own business kinda), I'm preparing to launch my acting career (and maybe a YouTube channel), and I'm only 16 (almost 17). And people often write us off as kids that are in a "phase." *TANGENT* I cannot tell you how much I hate the phrase "Oh, it's just a phase." But the thing is, if we are saying "we want to start a ...

I'm getting into more of a rant-post type writing blog, and I'm liking it. What are your opinions? Is this okay? Because I really like doing this. I'll still do writing tips and such, but I like having more posts about important things. Anyways. This post  is about motivation––specifically my  motivation for doing what I do. My plans for the future are going to college, publishing books, and becoming an actor. Not necessarily a Hollywood actor, but I'd be okay with that simply because of my reasons for doing what I do. There are so many people now a days that are famous, but are shallow and not worth the adoration (*cough* Kardashians *cough*). And as an advanced child, there were movies and books that––intelligence wise––were at my level. However, they were impossibly crude and allover not appropriate for a sixth grader who needed things at a college level otherwise she would get depressed and bored from the lack of stimuli. And that's why I do what I do. ...

When is it enough? When should we do something? When the boys that follow her to her classes Move from standing three inches away To shoving her against the wall? When the girl who claims A boy has been stalking her Ends up with a black eye Because he was sick Of her saying "no"? When is it enough? Isn't that enough? Isn't the brokenness of the victims, The mental harassment, The physical fear, enough? What people write off as flirting Sends a girl into a panic, Because one time She had accepted the flirting And was manipulated, And has that lesson Burned into her brain. When is it enough? What people consider as "boys being boys" Scars an eleven year old girl Who has been hit Because a male classmate Wanted to kiss her And she said no. And it's not just women. When is it enough? When does the boy who likes art And has been saying His classmates attacked him Ge...

In honor of the fantastic book INTERMISSION by Serena Chase (which you can preorder  here  and I suggest you do because holy freaking crap it is fantastic), I have decided to write this post on my life choices and what I plan on doing once I graduate. | | | We are starlight on snow. The reflection of something already beautiful—absorbed, reflected, and remade into something . . . more.  And this kiss . . . This kiss is everything I’ve needed to say . . . and longed to hear. Sixteen-year-old Faith Prescott eagerly awaits the day she will exchange her small Iowa hometown for the bright lights of Broadway, but her success-driven parents want her to pursue a more practical career, labeling “artsy” people—including their daughter—as foolish dreamers worthy of little more than disdain. When Faith meets nineteen-year-old Noah Spencer she discovers someone who understands her musical theatre dreams . . . because he shares them.  Faith’s mother despises everything about...

Being writers, we have to create characters. You can't have a story without a character. Characters drive the story, give the readers someone to root for. But creating characters creates problems in the readerdom. Diversity isn't a thing that really exists. Many people try their best to actually represent everyone, but in doing so they tend to exclude others. Body Types. With girls, there's been a big push to love yourself for who you are. Big girls, curvy girls, all of them are being uplifted in this time. But in doing so, the skinny girls are being shamed. You know Daisy Ridley? The wonderful, talented, beautiful actress who played Rey in the newest Star Wars (and also the person in this photo)? Someone posted an image of Rey with a speech bubble saying "what were my casting directors thinking? don't they know real woman have curves?" Let me just say something. All women are different. ALL WOMEN ARE DIFFERENT. ALL. WOMEN. ARE. DIFFERENT. Everyone, ok...

In the media now a days, there is the trend to make a character have a mental illness. And while I'm all for bringing this stuff to the attention of the public who just wants everything nice and sweet and 100% fine, they almost never represent it properly. For characters with depression, most of the time it is like this: Girl is sad. Girl meets boy. Girl instantly is fine because she has a hot new boyfriend. That is not how it works. Whether you're in a relationship or not, depression does not go away. It makes you not want to do anything. It makes you moody, snippy, it makes you angry at yourself–so much so that you end up yelling at and hurting people you love. It makes you bawl your eyes out and feel hopeless and lifeless and dead. No amount of happy thoughts can stop it. And yes, talking to friends helps... but sometimes it just makes it worse. When it comes to anxiety, they're portrayed as really nervous. It is SO MUCH MORE than that. You panic becau...

Hello everyone, and welcome to my blog! These are just going to be some random things I come across in my daily life. It will include some stuff on my travels (if I ever get around to traveling), my writing journey, and other times just things that are on my mind or that I want to talk about. Anyways, let me explain why I call my blog “Weathered Things.” Outside, there is the atmosphere, where all the weather that effects earth is formed. Thunder, lightning, rain, hail, wind, you name it. It effects everything on the earth. And I absolutely love the rustic, distressed look that chipping paint and crumbling brick gives furniture and old houses. It adds character, and a realistic feel that I don’t get from the world these days. Everything seems to be perfect, clean, and flawless. I honestly don’t understand why everyone likes it like that. Nothing seems natural. Don’t get me wrong, I love things to be clean. But flawless? I need flaws. Flaws are what gives things character and per...