weathered things

I didn't write a post yesterday! I'm sorry. Finals is horrific and I may not be able to post on schedule for the next bit. Either way, I decided to go the easy route and just copy-paste a section of my story in. I hope you enjoy this excerpt from The Sleipnir Chronicles Book 1: Mended and Torn. | | | Mended and Torn The Sleipnir Chronicles by Olivia Ann Schwab Excerpt One: Chapter One Leaning my backpack against the chair, I glance over her shoulder and see what’s pulled up on her laptop—the name of a lawyer. A divorce lawyer. “I’m sorry your parents are getting divorced,” I tell her. “I know how hard it can be to lose them.” She whirls around, fury and hurt welling up behind her dark eyes. “What?” I lean forward, forearms bracing against my desk, any and every hint of care dissipating from my voice. “Your parents are getting divorced. Must suck, but, hey—nowhere near as awful as being an orphan.” Her hair violently whips her face as she shakes her...

I am sorry! I missed last week because it was the week after the play and I was absolutely EXHAUSTED. Also it was my birthday so I had a load of crap to do with people. Either way! I'm going to try and get back up on schedule. This is my job, I can't slack off. However, it's finals for me so I don't make any promises until June. Either way. I actually don't  have a topic for today. So... I've decided to give updates and open a Q&A in the comments! I'm planning on starting a Youtube Channel soon, and I am planning on doing multiple types of videos (books, writing, art, cooking, vlogs, etc). I have a tentative name for it (not my own, because I like the channel names that aren't people's actual names) that I'm not going to tell you because SPOILERS. I've furthered my agent quest, and am most likely going to be signing on with them (more on that when it happens). And yeah, that's about it. So about the Q&A. I'm plan...

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...

Before I begin, I'm going to warn that this post does talk about death and I delve deep into my mind. It's really a rambling way for me to express something and share my thoughts as they develop. My mind is quite a place, so if you are easily upset by the talk of death and such I suggest you don't read this. Ode To Death I was so content You, always there. Me, always accepting. My constant companion since childhood. I met you with confusion With the wonder and fear of a child Looking at a cobra Equally fascinated and terrified By the long fangs that dripped venom. I grew up alongside you. Be it the birds outside, My failed attempts at pet fish, Or my great-grandfather. You became a constant appearance, And I became content with that. People are confused Once they learn of my familiarity, Of my content, With death. I never noticed the unusual relationship that we shared. Until you struck my school. A clas...

I struggle with this thing where I have eight things I want to do, but I can't. Like, I want to write a musical/play/one act, I want to continue Sleipnir, I want to act, I want to start a YouTube Channel, and I want to start a podcast. But this is okay, I think. I have so many avenues I can go down, I can do so many things and reach people in so many ways. But yeah. This is just a quick thing I wrote because I'm so busy and I don't have time to make a proper post. I'll have one next week, I promise. ~Olivia Ann Do you guys struggle with this? What do you want to do? Do you have any advice on how to get over this/decide what to do?