August Heat; My Ending

Hey Dad!

I have finished writing and editing my alternate ending to August Heat by William Fryer Harvey. If you haven’t read the story, our few followers, I will provide a link to the full story. It was published in 1910, so the wording is different from what we’re used to today.

August Heat is about James, an artist, and Mr. Atkinson a sculptor. On a hot August day, James drew a picture of a man given the “guilty” verdict. He went out and encountered the same man in his picture, Mr. Atkinson, in his house. It turns out that Mr. Atkinson had sculpted a gravestone with James’s name, his date of birth, and today’s date as the day he died. When they saw what each other made, they became afraid, and by the time James had to go home, Mr. Atkinson said that he could die out there, so they agreed that James would stay until midnight that night. What follows is my alternate ending.

It is enough to send a man mad.

I might as well get some sleep, for it is quite late. I laid on the bed in the corner, listening as Mr. Atkinson fixed the table leg. The hammer made a dull thump as it hit the wooden leg, then a sharp ting when it hit the metal strip. Thump, ting, ting.

Perhaps I could draw something.

I got up and walked back to the desk where Mr. Atkinson was working and asked for a couple of sheets of paper. He walked to a nearby cabinet and took out a small bundle. I sat back down on the bed and Mr. Atkinson went back to work. My hand moved across the page, making meaningless lines and shapes. After a few useless doodles, I decided to draw something simple. I asked Mr. Atkinson and he suggested that I draw a cat. It was the last piece of paper and a cat was simple…

I began to sketch. It didn’t take long, and I finished a rough sketch in a matter of minutes. It was of a cat, chasing it’s own tail. I didn’t realize that Mr. Atkinson was standing next to me.

“That’s quite the piece of art,” he said.

I jumped, startled. “I didn’t realize that you were there.”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you,” he replied.

“It’s fine.” I glanced at the table. The crack in the leg was patched up with a strip of metal. I walked over to it and pushed on the top. It didn’t creak, even when I put most of my weight on it.

“That’s nice mending you did,” I complimented. Then I remembered.

“Do you happen to have the time?” I asked.

“No, but you can ask my wife.”

I went upstairs, where Mrs. Atkinson sat in the kitchen. She was knitting what seemed to be a scarf. Looking up from her work, she smiled at me.

“Do have the time?”

“I do, actually.” She stood up and walked towards me. Something glinted in her hand. I backed up, hitting a wall. She proceeded to stab me in the gut. I collapsed onto the floor, my vision blurred around the edges.

“It’s eleven fifty-nine,” she whispered.

Another Random Update

Hey Dad!

I just got Dipper and Mabel’s Guide to Mystery and Nonstop Fun (DAMG for short), and I’ve been all over it looking for codes and such. You would not believe how many codes I’ve solved so far. So far, half of them have been jokes, while the other half are actually relevant to the series. I’m so excited for the next episode!

Right now, I’m creating a bookmark specifically designed for DAMG. It has all the main characters on one side, and their names and symbols on the other. I’m also making a mini Journal 3, for emergencies. Dipper himself said that it’s needed for solving mysteries!

I’ve also been doing a bunch of drawings and artwork. Some of my latest works include a comic interpretation of “On Top of the World” by Greek Fire, a drawing of me and my friends, and the DAMG bookmark.

The ending for Professor Layton vs. Phoenix Wright, was so disappointing! The game follows the Professor and Luke and Phoenix and Maya as they try to figure out who the boss of the witches, or Bezella, really is. It turns out that there really isn’t a witch and it’s all behind the scenes work. The townspeople were hypnotized into not being able to see pure black, which was what all the machinery behind the scenes was. Aww… I was really looking forward to unmasking the true Bezella.

I guess that’s all for today. Bye!

P.S: I have a few points to go over.

  • I don’t know how to properly end blogs.
  • Nothing interesting really goes on in my life. That’s why I may or may not have boring blog posts.
  • And I feel like this list has to have three things but I can’t think of the last one.

Edit, edit, edit

Hey Sam!

I am not a good writer. To produce something half decent, I have to spend a lot of time in front of the computer, clacking away at the keyboard, endlessly copying and pasting, reading and rereading, deleting and revising.

Good writing is hard to produce. It requires you to focus your thoughts and concentrate on the details to ensure that every word is in its proper place. It’s a process of putting together the tiles of a jigsaw puzzle, fitting them by trial and error, by experience or intuition, until each of the oddly shaped pieces form a coherent whole. It’s a good feeling when you’ve solved a jigsaw puzzle, oui? I’d like to think it’s the same feeling I get when it comes to writing.

You can read as many books on writing as you want but it’s not guaranteed to help. These books will give you advice upon advice upon advice on how to get ideas, mold and shape characters, develop your climax and denouement, hold your audience in suspense and anticipation, etc. But I think, in the end, all those advice can be distilled into three and it took me almost a quarter of a century to realize that I’ve know them all along—I’ve read them in high school.

The three things I’m talking about was so succintly given by a 16th century philosopher and essayist named Francis Bacon that I failed to realize its meaning until now. In Bacon’s one paragraph essay titled Of Studies, he wrote:

Reading maketh a full man; conference a ready man; and writing an exact man.

Three phrases, three pieces of advice. I’ll stretch the meaning of “conference” a bit and say that it has something to do with criticizing and revising your work, a conference with your inner voice. This is a post on writing, after all, and I take Bacon’s statement above as advice to would-be writers. So, the three advice presented a la Powerpoint bullets:

  1. Read a lot.
  2. Write a lot.
  3. Edit a lot.

I find it hard to start writing because I’m always at a lost for ideas. Even when I know what to write about (a job application, a short story, a letter to a colleague), I still have no clue where to start. That magical first sentence simply won’t appear.

Where do ideas come from? Or inspirations for that matter? Perhaps they come to you in a daydream. Perhaps while you’re on a stroll at the park or a hike to the hill. Or while you’re upside-down 100 ft in the air on a roller-coaster and your stomach is churning and you’re developing tunnel vision as you desperately try to catch your breath. Some people get their ideas these ways and you’re lucky if you’re like them. But I think it’s a hit-or-miss strategy.

I think a better way to get ideas is to read. A lot. Read newspapers. Read billboards and signs and postings. Read people, i.e., observe. Read the classics. Read Shakespeare1. Read Dr. Seuss. Read biographies2. Anything. But as you read, always be on the lookout and keep a ready mind. Entertain yourself by being an active reader. Apply the 5W and 1H used by news reporters—who, what, when, where, why, and how. And I’ll add another W to the list. What if? I think this is more important than the 5W and 1H because asking “What if?” allows you to create your own vision of the story. Asking What if is a practice in creativity.3

Reading does not only help you generate ideas. It also helps improve your writing, probably similar to a monkey-see-monkey-do method. When you closely read a book and pay careful attention to the writing, you are actually activating and honing your super-spidey sense that detects villanous authors. Soon your supersense will recognize bad works almost instantaneously and learn to avoid them. By the time you know it, you’re applying the same tingly sensation to your work. But there’s a downside: you become a perfectionist. To you, nothing you write will ever be great. The best you could hope for is “good enough.” That’s OK, as long as it is your supersense that says it’s good enough.

You should write a lot to develop your ideas and practice your skills. Think of it this way: you put a kernel of corn on the ground hoping it will grow into a large plant and bear fruits. You don’t leave it alone after burying it in the soil. You need to care for it, water it, fertilize it, trim the weeds, protect it from wild animals. Same thing with your idea. Feed it with interesting characters—round, flat, three-dimensional. Fertilize it with exciting scenes. Water it with conflicts. Protect it from redundancy and cliche. Ask questions like “What if?” and then imagine the answers. What if machines can think for themselves? What if humans need to escape an impending nuclear war? What if humans colonize another planet? Remember when we read Ray Bradbury’s The Naming of Names?

The most important advice is #3. Edit, edit, edit. It is the mantra that every writer says to themself before going sleep at night and after waking up in the morning. It is also the hardest of the three because it requires you to put on your critic hat and butcher your work. At this stage, you become schizophrenic of sorts. You develop an internal conflict, a split personality, because your super-spidey sense tells you the work is tethering on mediocrity while the author in you says the work is brilliant.

There is an advice #0, but really a prerequisite, an assumption. It is assumed that you have a good working knowledge of grammar, syntax, usage, and style. Not guru level, but enough to get by. Stephen King, in his book On Writing, referred to this as your toolbox and suggested some good points. John Gardner’s The Art of Fiction offers a better advice: Pick a proper book on rhetoric, learn the fundamentals for two weeks, and be done with it. You are now at that point where you know enough that you should be able to learn the rest on your own.

Once you’ve learned the fundamentals, everything else is icing on the cake. And like in a cake, it’s the icing that makes it taste good. Beware, though. Eating too much icing will most certainly result in a heart attack.

But icing can be fun. Take punctuation for example. The title of this entry is “Edit, edit, edit.” I chose the comma to emphasize the repetitiveness4 of the process. If I had written it as “Edit! Edit! Edit!,” the effect is not the same. It’s exclamatory, seeming to suggest that editing is an exciting activity. It is not. I could have changed the tone from exclamatory to doubtful by saying “Edit. Edit! Edit?”

Hopefully, you learned something from this post, things that you can use when it’s time to write that college application essay. Yes, I know, it’s still a few years in the future. But you can start sharpening your skills now—the whole point of this blog, yeah?

Now will you please give me your alternate ending to August Heat?


  1. We need to finish reading Hamlet. 
  2. You owe me a review of Malala’s book. 
  3. There is another good source of ideas that I won’t say too much about: gossip. 
  4. Think about this: why is “repetitive” spelled without an “a” while “repeat” is spelled with one? 

My Life Update

Hey Dad!

Oh my god. I just did a crazy search for the next Gravity Falls episode. As far as the fandom knows Alex Hirsch hasn’t released anything about it! If there has been something on Disney XD or something, I’m sorry, I don’t have cable, and I haven’t found it on Youtube. But a Faller from school told me that they’re going to bring Blendin Blandin back into the series. And right when you thought he had a happy ending, too.

I’ve also been mourning the loss of my 3DS. I just got Professor Layton vs. Phoenix Wright and I was so eager to play it! All Professor Layton games are separated into “chapters,” and I was so close to finishing one. Until it got confiscated. I was so FREAKING mad. I might be getting back today…

While I was looking for the next Gravity Falls episode, I stumbled across something on my wishlist this Christmas: Dipper and Mabel’s Guide to Mystery and Nonstop Fun! It’s available at Chapters, and (maybe. Just maybe) I might get it tonight. Because you’re going to get it for me, dad.

Mwahaha! I’m so evil!

Bye!

Hello!

Hey Dad!

I’m Sam, a girl, in case you’re wondering, and welcome to my father-daughter blog! Sorry if my writing is really crappy, I’m still a beginner at this…

Anyways, I thought I might start the blog with a few things about me!

I am absolutely in love with Gravity Falls. I’m sure there are other Fallers like me out there, and I have three words for you: Trust. No. One.

I also love Big Hero Six. It’s my favorite movie of all time. I know it just came out, but I just love Baymax! Hiro is also pretty cute… wha- no, I did not just say that!

Some of my favorite Youtubers are Pewdiepie, Markiplier, and adrisaurus. My favorite channels are The Royal Order of the Holy Mackerel,  Good Mythical Morning, and CinemaSins.

My favorite color is green.

I am currently obsessed with: Gravity Falls, Big Hero Six, The Heroes of Olympus, Professor Layton, and Five Nights at Freddy’s. Even if Five Nights scares the living daylights out of me.

And my favorite songs are:

  • Immortals- Fall Out Boy
  • Top of the World- Greek Fire
  • Taking (T8king) Over Midnight- &ndra (Gravity Falls)
  • What You Know- Two Door Cinema Club
  • Surely Someday- adrisaurus English cover

Welcome!

Why blog?

Hey Sam!

The aim, of course, is to become a better writer.

By writing blog entries, maybe you can unleash your creativity,  or expand your vocabulary, or master grammar and syntax and form, or develop your own style. Better yet, maybe this blog can help you improve your communication and presentation skills.

Lofty goals, to say the least. Not only for you, but for me as well.

Post about any topic you can think of. Mundane, serious, mystifying, trivial—anything you want. Post pictures of your artworks. Post about school stuff, or girl stuff, or boy stuff. Post about your hobbies. Post about your dreams. The latest Professor Layton puzzle, or Dipper and Mabel’s last exciting adventure. Or how you are progressing with your CodeCombat programs.

However, always remember to cite your references and give credit where it is due. And while you’re at it, fiddle around with the theme of this blog. It looks horrendous. And write an “About” page.

The only requirement is that you should have fun doing it. And it should be properly written, i.e., you should edit and proofread it before publishing. And it should be at least 163 words. Why 163? Nothing special. But it is a prime number, and if you assign each letter a number such that a=1, b=2, c=3, \ldots, z=26 , you’ll find that 163 is the sum of the letters in the phrase “is a prime number”.

Also, 163 = 1 + 2 \times 3^4 . Coolness!

No, I did not know that either. I googled it.