Sunday, June 30, 2013

Challenge



Holidays are upon us and that means…  that I’m going to take it easy, right? Just laying around all day, reading books, watching series (okay, so pretty much as always).

But that’s not what’s going to happen. Because tomorrow is the first day of Camp Nanowrimo. This July will be filled with writing, writing, writing, until at the end of the month I will (hopefully) hit the magical wordcount of 50.000.

Still, as I already  achieved this once, in November, this time I decided to make it more difficult. Because vacation is here and… no, I don’t understand it either.

You know that I tried to challenge myself in April too, and that was a big fail. That time the plan was to use the storygenerator of TV-tropes as the basis of my story. I had to use the elements the generator provided me with. It was hard. I failed hard too.

This time, instead of writing on one story, I will try to write one every day. The wordcount for one short story is 1613, so that I will eventually reach the 50.000 goal.

To tell you the truth, I am not at all convinced that I will be able to pull it off. I will have to have a good idea every day. I do have a theme for every day, but I will still have to start from scratch every day… Also, I was planning on abandoning the fantasy genre I usually write in for realism. All stories will take place in the same city, Utrecht. That will link them, but it will also limit the possibilities. Yes, I am scared.

Why I still choose to spend my first free month wrestling with deadlines, stress and despair (probably)? Because I like to challenge myself. And I really think that, if this will work, I will grow as a writer. Trying out new things must bring out new elements of yourself, right? Let’s hope so anyway.

To keep myself motivated, I will try to post one of the stories on Marly’s short stories each week. That does mean I will have to translate them, as I write in Dutch. Oh well, another challenge. Why not?

Love, Marly

Ps. Sorry I didn’t write last week. I was busy, but looking back I can’t remember what with.  Won’t happen again. Hopefully.

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Some haunting music videos




The first song is 'The Suburbs' by Arcade Fire. The shots are taken from the short film made by request of the band, directed by Spike Jonze (you can find it on vimeo). It looks really promising, and I'm planning to watch it later this week.

This is a short film by Laura Marling (yeah I'm obsessed). It covers the first 4 songs of her new album, and it's just.... gorgeous. GO WATCH IT. 



Okay, not so haunting. But Feist is awesome and I love the simplicity and the enthusiasm in this video. By the way, she's got a killer body. 

Lots of love, 
Suze

Sunday, June 16, 2013

Omg so little (MARSHALL) time!


And again the trains were annoying and I was later home than I wanted. Also the essays I still have to write (wednesday deadline - AAH!) are always in the back of my mind. That's why I have decided to make today's post a short one. Just wanted to share something that made me very happy:

It is fan-made! Isn't that incredible?! I love (and envy) the creativity of some people. Though I suppose I could write a fan-fiction... After all, Fionna is all about fanfiction... Hm....

NO! Essay! Focus!

Stressed regards,
Marly

Thursday, June 13, 2013

Flash-blog!

Dear dear Suze,

It is hard to think decide what to do with your life. Lots of people of our age are just drifting. I was lucky to find something I really love doing and am good at just before I had to make my decision. And even then, I still sometimes think that I am drifting, waiting, searching. So it is great that you have figured out what you want to do, what you love and what you are willing to work for.
I also believe that having a gap year is a great way to get to know yourself better, to find things out about the world etc. But I do understand why dad is not too keen on it. Also, I think that, yes, a gap year could contribute to your personal development, but only if you really want it to do so.

So, what I advise you to do, is to make a list of the things you could do, and then make a businessplan for the year. It's just a proposal, so it could be very sketchy, but try to set goals. Also, you might consider getting a job, if only for the first half year. You could maybe want to get money for your travel, or for your future study, or it could just be to keep some structure in your life. Believe me, freedom is great, but sometimes it can also be great to have something to hold on to. Be sure to pick a job that won't take time after work, like school does. Then it won't interfere with your music. (By the way, it is also good to set targets for your music too.)

Making a plan will show dad that you are serious about it, and it will force you to think things through. You have to fill that gap year, cause otherwise it will account to nothing and you don't gain anything from it.

By the way, there is something I found that is just for you (I like it too, it has Lord of the Rings and pretty pictures of books and nice quotes from John Green). It is the tumblr that is actually connected to 'The autobiography of Jane Eyre', a 'Lizzie Bennet Diaries' inspired webseries. I haven't read the novel yet, so I am not quite sure if I'm allowed to watch the series (I have only watched the first 4 episodes), but I'm sure I'm allowed to look at things that make me happy. http://eyrequotes.tumblr.com/
Did I mention the Smiths are there too? They are! It is great. Just check it out! And it goes on forever and ever... I still haven't found the end.

xxx Marly

ps. If I have time I will post another, official blog on Sunday. But I am very busy writing an essay (actually two! Ah!) at the moment, so maybe not...


Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Poor little rich girl



Dear Marly,

I've been thinking lately. I think quite a lot actually, but my thoughts are quite confusing right now, even more and more frequent than usual. I'm thinking about BIG, IMPORTANT, ESSENTIAL things: the future and what it holds for me.
I just heard on the news that the abolishing of the student grant (a sort of standard scholarship for every Dutch student, but of course you know that) has been postponed a year. This means that I will be one of the last students who can make use of this regulation. That is... if I start with a study immediately after finishing high school.
Until now, I hadn't really worried about this. Losing the student grant was a pity financially (for my parents mainly), but I'd be able to manage. I want to do a musical education, for which I'll have to audition. That's okay, I thought. If I don't pass straight away, I'll give it another go next year. I can take a gap year and focus completely on making music, just give it a shot and see what'll come of it. Maybe I can travel. Write poetry, and new songs, perform, find other musicians to collaborate with, things like that. The more I thought it over, the more attractive it seemed. I can start studying later on.
But now, everything's changed, and I'm starting to realize I don't really want to start a study next year. I feel that I need to step out of the routine, out of this safe little world and start exploring. Why wait another 4 years? I'm so fed up with school and waiting, and I don't regard music as 'just' a hobby, because I love it more than anything else.
Mom's quite supportive, but dad's... well, he's dad. He doesn't like the study I chose in the first place, and now I want to waste his money as well! He's really pushing me to be reasonable. But what if I don't want to be reasonable? Ugh. Poor little rich girl's got some issues with her parents.
I know I've already had more chances in life than lots of others. But what if this is the only way I think I can be satisfied with what I'm doing? Should everyone chase their dreams, or should they listen to what people say they should?


xoxo, Suze

Sunday, June 9, 2013

Never judge a book by its cover

 This is a book you can judge by its cover. Don't you think it's beautiful? Though of course you should read between the cover to see if it lives up to the expectations.

Okay, so I wanted to spend more time at this, but I'm only just home, because the trains didn't work properly. So let's get to the point. This post will be about prejudice, and judging something without really knowing it. It is related to your haters question, but is less... hateful. A prejudice can really harm people or situations. That's not what I wanted to talk about it. I wanted to talk about seemingly less harmful prejudice, and how it can harm your own life.

You know that I was in The Hague this weekend. Tomorrow, on the 10th of june, it will be the 150th birthday of (one of) my favorite writer(s), Louis Couperus, and because of there were all kinds of events related to him and his work. I had a great time: first I attended a presentation about the covers of his book, then I went to a play (actually multiple short plays) based on some of his short stories and after that I visited a gallery with art base don his writing (there was also a poet that had written poetry inspired by Couperus reciting in the backyard, but by then I was tired). Once again I was impressed by the variety of genre, the beautiful language, the humour, suspense and wisdom of his writing. I went away with quite a lot of stories and books on my mental 'must-read' list.
            Funny to think about the fact that, ¾ year ago, I had not yet read a single letter by Couperus. I had been wanting to read Couperus for a long time, that’s true. That’s why I had bought a collection of short stories and reflections by him on a shabby bookmarket. I believe it was around 1,50. Then the book just stood on a plank it was mothns before I opened it. Now, I could just say that I had no time, that there were urgent things to do, that I forgot about it, etcetera. But that’s not the truth. The truth is that I thought  it would be boring. The stories were 100 years old, how could they possibly be as entertaining as contemporary stories? Besides, I thought the stories wouldn’t have a very high imaginationlevel. They would probably be about high society in the nineteenthcentury, with gossip, scandal and romance – but all that in a very civilised manner.  Oh, how wrong I was.

I started reading finally one day when I had nothing better to do. I prepared myself. This would be a challenge, but I would complete it. If only to be able to say I completed it.

It began with an introduction by Couperus in which he talked about short stories. I actually enjoyed reading it, and was surprised I did. It also surprised me that he didn’t take himself too seriously, as if this was something only modern people were capable of.
            A tiny crack appeared in my prejudice. Then I read the story about two respectable looking ladies that turned out to be prostitutes and were eventually brutally murdered.
            This did more than just make a crack, it completely shattered my prejudice.
Feverishly I read on, my anticipation higher, feeling I was onto something., that I had discovered something. He had already showed me he could build up suspense and at the same time be humoristic, but he went on to show me the tragedy and absurdism and perceptiveness. And I saw that he had a very high imagination-level indeed, when I read this.

'It was a cold night.
I sat next to the high-flaming fire. Outside a rough wind was pulling at the window; the rain hitted against the glass. 
I was staring into the flames and dreaming. 
Suddenly, in the chimney, I heard a furious noise; I thought it might be a chimney fire. 
Through the furious noise something terrible descended, fell through the chimney!...
I rose up, trembling with fear...
And I saw, in my bright flaming fire, the Devil, who had slided through the chimney and now, scorched red, slender and quickly entered my room from the fireplace. 
- It is only the Devil, I thought; my fear ceased.'


Then I definitively fell in love with him. 
            Well, you know what happened then. I became a fan, meaning that I have another thing to admire (and I love to have things I can admire, don't you? They make life seem so much more worth it.) But my point is that my prejudice almost stopped me from getting to know his work. Of course, it wouldn't have been that great a disaster, but it does point out what a prejudice eventually does: it encourages you to stay on the same old road and definitely not explore for yourself. Cause you might find new things and worse... you might like it!

Lots of life and keep away from the prejudices! 

Marly 


ps. Sorry if it didn't make sense or is just a little bit messy or not logical. As I said I had so little time.

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Haters gonna hate


Why is there so much hate on the internet? I get that it's easy and safe (because you can make it as anonymous as you wish), but why hate in the first place? Why do people just love to burn people down? I find it slightly disturbing, and really disgusting.

I started thinking about this, when I posted my first song on youtube. It was a cover I did with my band from the song Dissolve Me (by Alt-J - which is an awesome band, btw). I put the link on facebook and was pleased that my friends liked it and my hair looked so nice and shiny and we all sang in key, you get it. Imagine my distress when the next day, the video got 1 dislike.

And another one. And another one. Which made the count: 0 likes, 3 dislikes. Whoa.

What bothered me most, I guess, was not being able to see who disliked my video. Those three people who didn't like my song and hit the dislike button - I'll never know their names and reasons for hitting dislike. And even when they actually respond, who can trace FutureMrsBieber9999 or Culture_Snob21? But of course, this is on micro level.

It seems rather harsh to hate something or someone you don't even know for real, and the more famous the person is, the more hate he/she's bound to get. Let's take our dear Taylor Swift. Now, ms. Swift and I are not going to be BFF's. She's blonde and cheerful and makes shitty music NO HATE! just not my kind of music. She dates. Boys. More than one. Big deal.
I don't LIKE her, but I don't DISLIKE her, because I don't know her. I don't know whether she's a bitch or a sweet angel in real life, but I'm quite sure she's got feelings. And feelings are easily hurt.
So she dated Harry Styles and one Kennedy bloke? That's her business. So, she sings songs about them. Good for her. But how can you say you hate her?

Why do we keep saying 'haters gonna hate' when we can't stop hating each other?

Love, Suze

PS. About the panda: it chose me. I had no choice.

Sunday, June 2, 2013

Reaction to your great news ( and why I love Doctor Who)

Dear dear Suze,

I had started writing my post on Thursday, as I knew I wouldn't have much time to write later on. But then you posted another blog, with the news that you might get the chance to perform at the Grand Theatre! I'm sorry, but I just have to SCREAM!!!! OMG, that is just so cool! Please post some of your music on this blog sometime, because I want the world to know how brilliant you are :).
            Well then, let's continue with my great piece. And it's... about Doctor Who. Yes, I know, and I apologize beforehand. I give you: my post about Doctor Who. 













Since I have nothing good to tell, let’s focus on the things that I have something to say about. Like… that series I’ve been watching obsessively in the last period of time. It’s ruining my study, it’s taking over my life, and the worst part is: I don’t mind.
Why not?
Because it’s Doctor Who and it is just amazing. Probably one of the best shows I’ve seen. Ever. Yes, you don’t want a love declaration from a hysterical fangirl, so I’ll try to keep down the fangirling. I’ll just try to tell why I like it so much.
An alien with a dark past in a policebox trying to save the people across time and space. It sounds a bit repetitive and childish maybe. It is a children’s show after all. But maybe, maybe, it is precisely the childishness that gives it its power. Because isn’t one characteristic of children their curiosity?
                I remember that when I was a kid, I used to think of all the knowledge in the world as a great hall full of books, going up as high as I could see.  And I thought about all the scientists busy at every moment to explore, to get new knowledge, create new books and the hall would just keep on growing and growing. I loved the excitement I felt at the idea that new knowledge is uncovered every moment. I wanted to catch up to it, to this ever-expanding library. And I read and I read as I wanted to learn about everything, every area of knowledge. I was running, running with the words, running, struggling to catch up even when I knew that was never going to happen. There was a rush to it, the idea of the growing hall, of the new books written, urging me onwards, make haste, make haste. It’s going to fly away, you’re going to lose sight of it.
                And that’s why I watch Doctor Who. Obviously the stories are fiction, but they talk about that same feeling: the idea that the world is just wonderful and big and varied and amazing and waiting to be explored. The doctor never loses his sense of wonder and the human companions the Doctor takes with him (because that’s what the Doctor does) travel with him for that exact reason. They want to learn and see new things. I think that is one of the main reasons the show appeals to me the way it does. So when you are looking for me, you'll find me glued to the screen of my laptop, seeing the most amazing things, traveling with the Doctor. 
Because, as the Doctor says: ‘this is one corner in one country in one continent in one planet that's a corner of a galaxy that is a corner of a universe that is forever growing and shrinking and creating and destroying and never remaining the same for a single millisecond. And there is so much, SO MUCH, to see.’

Lots of love,
Marly

P.S. Fortunately I'm almost done with the seventh (the most recent) series. This means that I will experience a gaping hole in my life for some time, but it will maybe also encourage me to go out in real life (my one corner in the corner of the universe) and explore. Until then however, I'll gladly give myself over to all of time and space.