Publishing My First Poem

Published April 19, 2015 by Maggie Williams

Soon enough I am going to technically be a published author. Perhaps it’s by a small-time electronic journal that no one has ever heard of, but still. The word “publish” was thrown around in the letter that was sent to me, so I’m counting it.

This is the first poem that I have ever sent into anything like this, and one of the first poems I ever wrote. The teacher who guided me (mostly by forcing me to write said poem) was super pleased and she gave me a wonderful little card that said that she was proud of me and that she was sure it would be the first of many. I am so grateful to her for wanting to work with me and suggesting the independent study, and for pushing me out of my comfort zone in genres.

At the risk of sounding slightly egotistical; it’s wonderful to be recognized for my writing. It gives me validation about being on the right path. Everyone needs a little congratulations now and again.

Here’s the poem, in case you’re interested:

Into the Archive

The endless shelves are lined in boundless lives

Astronomer, astrologer, chemist

Words spring like fountains of eternal youth

Beloved hero, vampire, mystic man

One surviving world twists into the next

Alien, dystopian, the savage

Voices call from the pages, the binding

Siren, banshee, the star in the limelight

Whispering secrets that beg you to bite

Princess, werewolf, the starving villagers

Fingertips dance over spine after spine

Doctor, pianist, the weaver of worlds

Until the digits are caught on the edge

Costumer of the king, witch, and wizard

And with a flick of the eyes change stories

To live in a different life until

The call of other worlds, other vast lives,

Pulls you back into the divine archive.

It will probably change a little based on some suggested edits, but there’s the gist of it.

Boredom Follows

Published April 12, 2015 by Maggie Williams

I saw “It Follows” yesterday. Yawn. If you think the trailer looks stupid, like I did, you will most likely hate the movie. I thought the trailer was dumb, but critics were saying so many good things about it, so I thought I might be wrong. I wasn’t.

Literally the only good things I have to say about this movie are that the cinematography was pretty and the music was cool. I guess the premise of the movie was alright too. It was just so. Freaking. Slow. There were so many slow-zoom close-ups of people for no reason. There were so many scenes that were there for no reason (scenes of her swimming, any of the scenes with the neighbor kids, and any of the other tons of scenes to which there was no follow-through).

The dialogue felt slow and awkward. There was a ton of pointless nudity and long, awkward sex scenes. All of the characters besides one were horribly unlikable. The main girl was a moron, and it went past your stereotypical horror-movie moron. She was really, really stupid. I was cheering for her and all the other characters (apart from the sweet guy who has a crush on her) to die halfway through the movie. There were only a few scenes in the movie that were even slightly scary, and half of those were cheap jump scares. I saw it with my mom, who has to close her eyes at the drop of a hat while watching scary movies, and even she wasn’t scared once.

Lots of people get really uppity when you say you didn’t like this movie. They’ll tell you it’s “so original” and “unlike movies nowadays that rely on gore blah blah blah”, “you just didn’t understand it”. It’s not that original, unless by “original” you mean a copy of all 80s horror movies, but about a thousand times slower. And sometimes I don’t mind gore in horror movies, but for the most part, I don’t care for it or find it scary. And I’m fairly certain I understood it. It’s one of those movies that’s kind of open to interpretation. It could have been about the dangers of STDs, which is the most obvious. It could have been about the inevitability of death and how the grim reaper follows us all around, just waiting for our time. It could have been about rape and how it always follows you around and makes your life a living hell. I’m kind of partial to that one because a lot of the people the monster chose to look like seemed like they could have been victims of sexual assault (especially the girl in the kitchen).

So don’t tell me I’m stupid and that’s why I didn’t like it. I understood it fine, I just wasn’t even slightly scared or entertained by it. Maybe the point of it was that it’s boring and awkward like real life, but if I wanted that, I’d just look at my life, not a movie. You’ll probably enjoy this movie if you like a more minimalist or realist style of art. But I can tell you that I for sure am not a fan.

Two-Weeks Notice

Published April 7, 2015 by Maggie Williams

If you don’t give it before you quit, you are an asshole. Unless there is something very, very wrong that could seriously hurt you if you don’t quit immediately, you have no excuse. It exists for a reason. So that your coworkers aren’t immediately stuck with 9 out of 11 people and have to work terrible hours while the manager looks for other employees to hire and train.

I am taking my ACT in a week and a half. I have school work to do and novels/stories to write, also to help my college entrance prospects. I don’t have time to be working twice my hours because you’re a drama queen and wanted to storm out. You’re an adult, act like one.

Okay, there’s my little rant for the day. I’m such a grown up with my work complaints. #adult

Things 80s Movies Taught Me

Published April 5, 2015 by Maggie Williams

The Breakfast Club: When you are seven and your mom tells you not to ask her what any of the words in the movie mean, that includes the word “virgin”. Especially the word “virgin”.

The Lost Boys: Don’t trust it when creepy people give you food.

Stand by Me: Don’t walk on train tracks.

The Outsiders: You can get away with seeing a scene of naked man butt in seventh grade Lit class if you read the book first.

Dead Poet’s Society: “Oh captain, my captain”. “Carpe diem”.

Weird Science: The name “Chet” is stupid. No offense to any Chets out there.

Heathers: It’s cool to date the bad boy and all, but the second he starts killing people, you should get out of there.

The Goonies: Never say die. Except for when you say the motto.

Beetlejuice: Ghosts are people too.

Labyrinth: David Bowie is weirdly attractive. Goblin puppets are creepy, so never ask them to take your little brother away.

The Little Mermaid: The seaweed is greener in somebody else’s lake.

The Princess Bride: The definition of “inconceivable”.

E.T.: The meaning of sadness.

Ghostbusters: Who I am going to call.

A Nightmare on Elm Street: SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK.

Ferris Bueller’s Day Off: The clammy palm trick.

Batman: People love the Joker because Batman sucks and Jack Nicholson is cool.

Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure: My mom likes some really bad movies.

Gremlins: No food after midnight or water, ever.

The NeverEnding Story: The meaning of sadness all over again. POOR HORSE.

Indian Jones 1, 2, and 3: What being epic looks like.

What are some things you learned from 80s movies?

Nighttime, Right Time

Published March 31, 2015 by Maggie Williams

I am a total night owl, which really sucks since I am also a high school student. I always feel most productive and happy at night, when the world has gone to bed and I can be in my own little bubble of quiet. Darkness makes everything more mysterious, and a more worthy setting for creating. I can be so tired I could faint all day long, but then as soon as I’m technically supposed to go to sleep, I’m wider awake than Katy Perry. I can happily be awake until midnight, one, or two in the morning on a school night.

In the morning, on the other hand, I am never happy. I think that Satan himself is probably more of a morning person than I am. What about you lovely people? When do you feel most productive, or happiest to be awake?

The Picture of Mental Health (Probably Not)

Published March 30, 2015 by Maggie Williams

I finally have something impressive to say when people ask me my favorite book. I don’t think it would come as a shock to anyone if I told you that people aren’t exactly blown away when you answer that question with things like “Harry Potter” or “Twilight”. For some reason, people are always more impressed by the classics. That kind of sucks for me considering that I like so few of them. But now, at last, I have found a classic that I absolutely adore; The Picture of Dorian Gray.

I feel like, by all accounts, I should hate it. It has all of the things that I despise in classics- long descriptions of nothing in particular and very little actual plot. But there is so much more in it that I absolutely adore. The character of Lord Henry Wotton for one thing (though I could do without the comments on how women are unintelligent and like to be dominated like slaves…). I love Oscar Wilde’s humor and his philosophies and the whole book was like a Wildely fun (a little classic author pun- get it? I’ll just be over here…) Easter egg hunt for the best quotes known to man. And even though I’m pretty sure the point of the book was that you shouldn’t live by your senses and give in to vices and experiences, after reading it, that is all I want to do. Minus the murder, of course.

I have also come to the conclusion that Oscar Wilde was a genius and that we could have been great friends if we had lived in the same time. I would have even agreed to be his beard as he frolicked from male lover to male lover. As long as he wrote beautiful paragraphs for me describing nothing in particular for my enjoyment, I would be cool with anything. I swear, I could read an entire book of him just describing the sky.

“I am so glad that you have never done anything, never carved a statue, or painted a picture, or produced anything outside yourself! Life has been your art. You have set yourself to music. Your days are your sonnets.” That is goddamn beautiful, and now I want to live a life like that. Ugh, why is he so great?

…So yes, in case you haven’t gathered- now when people ask me what my favorite book is, I will tell them that it is The Picture of Dorian Gray and they will be impressed and ask why. And then I shall repeat this rant until they leave me, thoroughly creeped out by my love of a deceased gay man. I’m living the dream, really.

English Class Sucks

Published March 8, 2015 by Maggie Williams

Why does every educator insist upon only assigning the most horribly boring books? It seems like the criteria for English class reads is always 1) Was it written more than fifty years ago? 2) Will it make you feel numb with boredom when you read it? 3) Will it make even the most enthusiastic reader want to scoop their eyes out with a rusty spoon just so they can feel a flash of anything other than irreconcilable boredom?

“But classics still apply to life today”. You know what else does? Books that were written today. Except even more so, because we will be able to understand the struggles for real instead of “This problem is vaguely like one that is occurring today”. It’s really no wonder kids don’t like to read.


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