~willow09

So my PC's already been repaired but I'm delaying uploads until I buy that flatscreen monitor I've been eyeing... Don't fret, I'll get in a few days.

But to make up for my slacking, I thought I'd share something wonderful...

Youtube recently featured a beautiful animated short film.

It's a classic award winning russian short called Hedgehog In The Fog.

Here's the link: [link]

It's absolutely breath-taking. I haven't seen something like this for a very very long time. *conjures up childhood memories of watching TMC cartoons on the teli all day*





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[My real name is Nathalie Rubic. Willow Sinclair is my nom de plume.]

Yes, I've been slacking off. Why? Lack of inspiration.

But, it came. It finally did. I'm just not sure if this one's strong enough just yet. I thought it would come in the form of a romantic sweep-you-off-your-feet, head-over-heels love story. But no. It came from the most mundane and most ordinary thing. Two things actually. Well, it came in the form of two people: Stephenie Meyer and my sister.

Judging from this entry's title, you'd be able to guess that I'm currently reading Stephrnie's novel, Twilight. I love it and so I went on to research about her. I love the story of how she came to be an author. I love how she reminds me so much of myself (the way she writes) and wow, I even love her taste of music. I couldn't believe I was reading a book by an author that was young and so very dedicated to her characters. I can't believe I was reading from someone who listens to The Strokes! And Travis! And Coldplay!

Next came my sister. And she told me this:

Ate Nia, maayo man kaayo ka na writer. Madunggan taka kung mu criticize ka sa pagkasulat sa mga show like Gossip Girl and then imu dayun ko ignan kung unsa and nasayup and, kung ikaw, unsa imung himu-on na lahi. Kung magstory ka sa amo kay maminaw jud mi kay maayu kaayo imung mga stories. Everytime mag story ka, mura mi ga tan-aw ug chada kaayo na salida.

Translation:

Sis, you're a very good writer. I hear you when you criticize shows like Gossip Girl and point out what went wrong and what you would have done to make it better. When you tell us stories, we would listen intently because everytime you do, it always feels like we are watching a very interesting movie.

My sis criticizes me with everything I do. She's one of my biggest judges and so I don't think she was saying it out of sibling loyalty or pity. I could always count on her to tell me the cold, hard truth. Like Stephenie Meyer, I have a sister that was very supportive of my talent.

Thus, right now, both my hands are bursting out to write all these crazy stories stuck in my head. Like Meyer, I wanna write again only for the sake of writing and nothing more, nothing less. I've missed the feeling of having FUN while writing. I wanna "speak" to my characters and get to know them more intimately just like Meyer did with hers. And, like Meyer, the first person I'd give my finished work to will be my sister.

But Fate must be playing tricks on me. Just when I'm bursting at the seams with inspiration... my computer breaks down on me. Still have to buy a new power supply to get it fixed properly. *grumbles*

Apparently, I'm a good Entertainment writer. O.o

Who knew?

GotGossipGirl.Com, one of the leading website for the newly-launched tv series, Gossip Girl, just hired me as their editor and regular contributor.

Gossip Girl is created by the same guy who brought us The OC, Josh Schwartz. It's directed by the guy who directed Veronica Mars. The music is being arranged by the same person in charge of the music from Grey's Anatomy and The OC. And it's all set In New York. Basically, it's the new IT teen show out there. That's why I'm excited to play a part in its unraveling.

Please visit this link [link] to read my articles.

I'm just really really really really really really excited for the upcoming new movie, ATONEMENT. I can't stretch that enough. This brings together three of my favorite people in the world! Keira Knightley & James McAvoy and directed by Joe Wright!



Anyone else excited?

To view the trailer: [link]

Anyway, I've been reading the book and let me tell you... this is, by far, the most sensual & devastatingly beautiful masterpiece I've ever read... Atonement is the very book I wish I could have written.

I'll share a few notable scenes from the book.

Young Briony's Philosophical Thoughts (p. 33-34)

She raised one hand and flexed its fingers and wondered, as she had sometimes before, how this thing, this machine for gripping, this fleshy spider on the end of her arm, came to be hers, entirely at her command. Or did it have some little life of its own? She bent her finger and straightened it. The mystery was in the instant before it moved, the dividing moment between not moving and moving, when intention took effect. It was like a wave breaking. If she could only find herself at the crest, she thought, she might find the secret of herself, that part of her that was really in charge. She brought her forefinger closer to her face and stared at it, urging it to move. It remained still because she was pretending, she was not entirely serious, and because willing it to move or being about to move it, was not the same as actually moving it. And when she did crook it finally, the action seemed to start in the finger itself, not in some part of her mind. When did it know to move, when did she know to move it? There was no catching herself out. It was either-or. There was no stitching, no seam, and yet she knew that behind the smooth continuous fabric was the real self - was it her soul? - which took the decision to cease pretending, and gave the final command.

These thoughts were familiar to her, and as comforting as the precise configuration of her knees, their matching but competing, symmetrical and reversible, look. A second thought always follows the first, one mystery bred another: Was everyone else really as alive as she was? For example, did her sister really matter to herself, was she as valuable to herself as Briony was? Was being Cecilia just as vivid an affair as being Briony? Did her sister also have a real self concealed behind a breaking wave, and did she spend time thinking about it, with a finger held up to her face? Did everybody, including her father, Betty, Hardman? If the answer was yes, then the world, the social world, was unbearably complicated, with two billion voices, and everyone's thoughts striving in equal importance and everyone's claim on life is intense, and everyone thinking they were unique, when no one was.

Robbi Recalls The Fountain Scene (p. 74)

Now and then, an inch below the water's surface, the muscles of his stomach tightened involuntarily as he recalled another detail. A drop of water on her upper arm. Wet. An embroidered flower, a simple daisy, sewn between the cups of her bra. Her breasts wide apart and small. On her back, a mole half covered by a strap. When she climbed out of the pond, a glimpse of the triangular darkness her knickers were supposed to conceal. Wet. He saw it, he made himself see it again. The way her pelvic bones stretched the material clear of her skin, the deep curve of her waists, her startling whiteness. When she reached for her skirt, a carelessly raised foot revealed a patch of soil on each pad of her sweetly diminishing toes. Another mole at the size of a farthing on her thigh and something purplish on her calf - a strawberry mark, a scar. Not blemishes. Adornments.

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