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play on words? anybody?
if i changed my name to Myla Fantastik, or at least used that as my pen name, do you think my books would sell better than if i published them under my real name?
And if you write an autobiography under a pen name, would that be considered fiction?
Or could you make up a life for a pen name, and have it still be non-fiction?
hmm.
Don't rack your brain about it, i was just curious. Besides, today is a good day. its a day when people all over the world, or at least north america, drop their morals and totally sack eachother. Behind sinister eyes and malevolent grins, all spirited members of the human race have been plotting to humiliate one another, to anger their co-workers, to shock their families, to terrify their friends.
Yes, today was another successful April Fools Day.
Actually, scratch that convoluted jabber above, no one really remembered it was april fools except for two people i knew, and they were both pranking the same person.
ah well. it was a nice concept.
...so i've been known to be modest (apparently). Then again, from my perspective, people just say that to encourage me, and really i'm just honest. I think i'm honest anyway.
but the point is, I've been told over the years that I have talent as a writer. However, I've read the unpublished works of many people who have never been told they had talent as writers and found it to be disalusioningly better than my work. I've won crappy middle school awards for writing and praise and blah blah blah. Mostly, i think it's just parents and grandparents and teachers hoping to take some pride in a possible future success story (me).
Even my most "prestigious" award, the joyce carol oates award for short fiction, was judged by dimwitted teachers for whome i lack all respect, and picked out of i believe 8 other entries from my entire senior class.
i got a nice letter from miss oates saying i was the next rowling. and if you know me, you know my seething hatred for all things harry potter. (i think she realizes how crappy the books are too, but also sees how popular they are, so in saying i'm par with j k rowling she thinks i'll think it's a compliment, but really she's insulting me. sneaky bitch)
So, so sum things up, i finally bought a book by miss oates and will read it, and will hope so see some kind of sign that she might enjoy harry potter and that she really thought i had talent.
though i'm still unclear as to WHY she chose harry potter, of all books, to compare me to. the story was about war and death and magick, but not wizardry and spells and enchantments and some dopey school with even dopier names and the dopiest plot line ever.
ahem.
i'm just trying to gain confidence in myself so that i can set out on a career path as a novelist without worrying that some day when i do turn in a manuscript i'll get it back with a letter saying "why in the world did you think we would ever even have the slightest possiblity of the smallest chance of formulating the mere concept of allowing this to be published?" or something like that.
i don't particularly care for my own writing. maybe that's why i don't have confidence in it. hmmmm?
ok, well, this entry is too long.
kareoke party this saturday, 100 LosRobles St. in the village, 9pm!!! be there or be geometrical
You're Gangsta Bitch Barbie. You're tough and you
like it rough, and of course you like to pop a
cap in any wiggers ass.
If You Were A Barbie, Which Messed Up Version Would You Be?
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if i changed my name to Myla Fantastik, or at least used that as my pen name, do you think my books would sell better than if i published them under my real name?
And if you write an autobiography under a pen name, would that be considered fiction?
Or could you make up a life for a pen name, and have it still be non-fiction?
hmm.
Don't rack your brain about it, i was just curious. Besides, today is a good day. its a day when people all over the world, or at least north america, drop their morals and totally sack eachother. Behind sinister eyes and malevolent grins, all spirited members of the human race have been plotting to humiliate one another, to anger their co-workers, to shock their families, to terrify their friends.
Yes, today was another successful April Fools Day.
Actually, scratch that convoluted jabber above, no one really remembered it was april fools except for two people i knew, and they were both pranking the same person.
ah well. it was a nice concept.
...so i've been known to be modest (apparently). Then again, from my perspective, people just say that to encourage me, and really i'm just honest. I think i'm honest anyway.
but the point is, I've been told over the years that I have talent as a writer. However, I've read the unpublished works of many people who have never been told they had talent as writers and found it to be disalusioningly better than my work. I've won crappy middle school awards for writing and praise and blah blah blah. Mostly, i think it's just parents and grandparents and teachers hoping to take some pride in a possible future success story (me).
Even my most "prestigious" award, the joyce carol oates award for short fiction, was judged by dimwitted teachers for whome i lack all respect, and picked out of i believe 8 other entries from my entire senior class.
i got a nice letter from miss oates saying i was the next rowling. and if you know me, you know my seething hatred for all things harry potter. (i think she realizes how crappy the books are too, but also sees how popular they are, so in saying i'm par with j k rowling she thinks i'll think it's a compliment, but really she's insulting me. sneaky bitch)
So, so sum things up, i finally bought a book by miss oates and will read it, and will hope so see some kind of sign that she might enjoy harry potter and that she really thought i had talent.
though i'm still unclear as to WHY she chose harry potter, of all books, to compare me to. the story was about war and death and magick, but not wizardry and spells and enchantments and some dopey school with even dopier names and the dopiest plot line ever.
ahem.
i'm just trying to gain confidence in myself so that i can set out on a career path as a novelist without worrying that some day when i do turn in a manuscript i'll get it back with a letter saying "why in the world did you think we would ever even have the slightest possiblity of the smallest chance of formulating the mere concept of allowing this to be published?" or something like that.
i don't particularly care for my own writing. maybe that's why i don't have confidence in it. hmmmm?
ok, well, this entry is too long.
kareoke party this saturday, 100 LosRobles St. in the village, 9pm!!! be there or be geometrical
You're Gangsta Bitch Barbie. You're tough and you
like it rough, and of course you like to pop a
cap in any wiggers ass.
If You Were A Barbie, Which Messed Up Version Would You Be?
brought to you by Quizilla
