Yeah, That's Right

Yeah, it's Amy. Long lost and all that.

Though there's a lot of other stuff I could talk about (starting swim team, going to Europe in a bit, getting a car, piano, Life in General, insomnia, Justin Bieber, etc.), I know that whoever reads this really isn't interested in hearing me whine about my totally awesome life that I totally take for granted. Instead, I'm going to jot down some thoughts I have about compelling writing.

I was thinking about it today, since I'm about to finish reading the last book of the Percy Jackson & the Olympians series for the second time and am still amazed at how effectively Riordan can narrate the world and its events from the point of view of a teenaged boy. Books like it have been done before, but you could tell that most of them were written by adults. Reading about Percy Jackson, it's hard to imagine that the person who created him is the same age as my dad. Just think of how much imagination, research, and experience that would take. I can't remember my thought processes as a 12-year-old. When I think back on them now, they seem hopelessly foolish, petty, and arbitrary. It takes a real gift to convey the point of view of a preteen mind realistically without making it seem silly and immature. When I was twelve, I thought I was as mature as any adult. The world was at my fingertips. Because he himself seems so real, Percy Jackson makes the whole mythological storyline seem a little more real, too.

I was going to talk about Shadowmarch too, but my bedtime draws near. My bedtimes shall waver to no blogging needs or insomnia! No sir. Swimming in the morning.

Tonight Michelle and I watched Where the Wild Things Are. It was sad, and another one of those odd little gems of the entertainment industry that makes you realise how complicated life and people and family really are, even if you're a little kid.

Hm, seems like a really can't tear myself away from here without sharing at least a bite of the Life News that everyone no doubt finds really dull. I'm going to have an interview at the writing lab sometime in the near future. I'm so nervous, you can't even imagine. If I get the job, I will have the means to survive the fall while supporting a car, my now-rampant addiction to Jolly Ranchers, and probably the busiest schedule of my life. Crossing fingers here.

-Amy