The Writer

Well for quite some time now I've been editing and reediting my first book The Wrongdoer. I keep going back and forth, and back and forth with it. I've even gotten to the point where I read it out loud to myself to see if it "reads properly" I guess is the word. I've sometimes stumbled over words as I reread but sometimes I believe that I read too fast so this helps in stumbling over certain words or not pronouncing them correctly. What has caused me to reedit this book countless times is because I've always found something that needs to be fixed. Will I ever finish this book? I don't know. I hope so. I want to be one of those famous novelists some day. I know many people would say, "dream on" but I have faith in myself. Who knows, I could be the next J.K. Rowling. She wrote her first book on a napkin and now she's richer than the Queen and lives off the Harry Potter franchise. I read her books, and there so well written. She really knows how to write characters and hook the reader. Sometimes it seems I'm writing words that just don't fit but I move on. Now I'm going back on fixing those words that don't belong. I hope I'm not being a narcissist. But I want to be known in the world. Most of all, I want people to read what I write. Send me emails, postcards, etc. I love reading feedback, it really helps me as a writer. I try to attend a writer's group every other Thursday but sometimes work limits me from attending these extravagant gatherings. As far as my groups go on Facebook, they seem to be dying. No one comments on my stories or even posts anything of their own on my group ANDY RUFFETT: THE TEENAGE PRODIGY. I can't keep reminding them. I keep posting but no one else responds. I know people are busy with school (I'm not in university) but still, it only takes a few minutes to read or maybe more depending how long the story or poem is. I'm not asking for constant comments, I just need someone to say something so I know someone's reading. I created my own Andy Ruffett page to try and see if that would help comments, it didn't. I even was able to post songs I wrote as MP3s. One person commented telling me to send videos of myself singing these songs. That would be great, if I only knew how to post videos on YouTube. Yeah, that's pretty sad. With the group, I used to send notifications to my members to inform them of new posts but that never worked. People have asked me to email them my stories, but than I never hear back. I created a Twitter account today, not really knowing what it is. (I'm so out of my media generated generation) I didn't realize you just post whatever's "happening." Thought it would be another place to post my work. Unless I have links, forget it. Oh well, maybe I'll gather some followers. My life besides writing is pretty boring. All I do is work and write it seems. I'm planning on traveling with two of my friends in the new year and we're still planning for that, but I hardly see them. They're also working. Maybe this is why I'm getting so agitated no one comments on my works. It's not like I want to attend a party every week. But hanging out with friends every few days would be fun. Too bad most of everyone I know is off in university. I don't regret not being in school though. I need the time off. My life might really develop more though when I'm in Europe with two of my friends. That trip will really broaden my eyes of the world. I already have traveled to many places, many outside Canada, but traveling with your family isn't the same. For now, I'll just keep editing The Wrongdoer. If only I head a friend who was really persistent with my stories and always commented on them. But the world isn't at your fingertips and sometimes you just have to let the sand sift through your out stretched fingers because you can't hold it all in place.

Some Spiel

Alright, so hello everyone who is reading this. My name is Andy Ruffett. Now, as I said to my little notes on facebook I expect comments from this blog. If they don't occur no more posting because I don't just blog for myself I blog for others. I try to write in my diary every day and also given that I'm also beginning to write facebook notes as blogs, this is just something else I'm trying. I read one guy's blogs and he had no comments. I mean what the hell's the point of these things if no one comments? Maybe you have to introduce your work more, I don't know. Send people emails, type blog titles like MAN ABDUCTED BY ALIENS in big letters to get people's attention. Who knows, I'm new at this whole blogging thing. So please comment that's all I ask.

Alright enough with that ramble, let's move on to what this whole spiel is going to be about.

Well for starters I don't think I have much to say which is sad. I think blogs are supposed to have some specific intent with them or to reveal whatever you want to reveal to the reader. Like what Julie Powell did with her Julia Child cookbook blog. But I'm a terrible cook so could never write a blog like that. I even failed on my first time of mac and cheese which wasn't so long ago. I boiled the water but mixed the butter and milk with water. Who the fuck does that? Me apparently. But I absolutely love food but I am definitely crippled when it comes to making what I want to eat. I mean I can make sandwiches and all that, but even mac and cheese I fail at. But I did get it right the second time so I'm proud. So I'll be living my life with sandwiches, mac and cheese, and maybe some things to drink. Well, I have made eggs a couple of times and boiled hotdogs so I guess I have some food. But probably eating that every day will kill me. Well, I've never liked cooking so probably never will become a gourmet chef, so feel a bit selfish by just eating. My mom, my sister, and my dad all cook. My dad cooks like curry, rice, omelettes-he makes some good ones-but not much, and my mom cooks mostly everything, and my sister cooks too. She's really good at making cookies. She makes some delicious cookies. She even made pinapple and chicken, in this really lovely sauce. MMMM...damn that was tasty. Who knew that pineapples and chicken tasted so good together. See that's the thing with being all risky like that-even if she did pull out of a recipe book-I acutally would definitely fail at. I mean I once was disgusted by my friend eating mac and cheese with ketchup and then my friend's sister said that they also put ketchup on their apples. I tried it, yeah didn't end well but i pretended that it tasted delicious but they knew I had been tricked. So a little thing you've learned about me, I love to eat. Toon in for more blogs upcoming. Who knows what random spiel I'll cook up. That's the only thing I can cook, words.