Why I Write, A Vlog

I thought I would share with you all about why I like to write. It’s pretty hard to articulate, but I tried my best.

If you write, why do you write?

If you would like to write, what’s stopping you? Do you have any questions? I’d love to help.


Feet, and YouTube Site Change

I redid YouTube setup, and now it’s all purty if I don’t say so myself.

Here’s the infamous feet video in which I take you through the streets of Europe while discussing the benefits of looking at the ground:

And here’s the new channel homepage


It’s now called WeirInIt, after my last name, and it’s based on the concept that we’re in life, and here it is, from literature to science to culture.

Please check it out and subscribe to my channel if you like it!


Review of Me and Earl and the Dying Girl

This will be the first review I’ve done where I’m not completely ecstatic about the book.

I kept seeing Me and Earl and the Dying Girl pop up all over the bookstore, and I’d put off buying it time after time after time, but eventually the inevitable happened: I gave in; I bought the book.

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So Me and Earl and the Dying Girl is written by Jesse Andrews, and he claims in the Author’s note that he isn’t a novelist, and when you read you find that his claim is quite obvious. But that’s not necessarily a bad thing. Yes, much of the book is written in script format, and yes the entire book is extremely casual, but I don’t think either of those things are necessarily bad, when done well.

While there are certainly no rules against utilizing a script format in a novel, it can however distract you from the novel itself. When he abruptly changes into script format, he takes me slightly out of the story, and the exchanges feel choppy. It’s like he decided he couldn’t get over his writer’s block that happened when he described the scene, so he reverted to his comfort zone. But that’s the one thing that makes a novel a novel and not a play: description. While you can get the point out of a play without description, it’s a different reading experience, and when I want that reading experience, I’ll read a play.

Now I say you can do this if you do it right, and I honestly don’t think I can tell you how, because that is not my area of expertise. It just didn’t feel right is all.

But I have to say that in a way it worked in his favor, only because of the main character itself. The protagonist, Greg, produces home movies, and so the script format may be sometimes how he thinks or documents his life. That is actually a cool twist, and the only reason I’m okay with the format. Like I said, I don’t hate the book by any means. It just isn’t my favorite.

There are some other reasons that I like it. I like it because he didn’t copy John Green. Like he asserts, he doesn’t have the sappy love story (I love The Fault in Our Stars, by the way, so I’m not trying to put it down) or meaningful fight for one’s life (also a good thing, just a cliche in literature). I like it because it was original, however disappointing it was.


Greg is a horrible person. That’s pretty much what you get from the book. Greg is a horrible human, but at least he knows it, and while the literature person in me is like that’s quite brilliant, the real life person in me was discontented.

The point is, that is real life. There are just some people who are incapable of relating, and there are just some people who give up. That’s life. It’s sad, but that’s life. That’s what the logical, literary part of me gets, but also what I wish wasn’t the truth. That in and of itself proves the novels worth, and it (along with some of the humor) is the redeeming feature. Stories are supposed to teach, and the moral to this story is that life isn’t all happy go lucky. It’s as simple as that, but it’s a concept with which many of us struggle. Andrews states it so plainly that we cant ignore it, forcing us to acknowledge it, if not accept it.

So, I was both content and discontent with the moral of the story, and also with the book. It gets about a 3.8/5.0 rating for me, which I think is about what I saw on Goodreads, and though Greg kept urging for low expectations (there’s some of that humor), I kept hoping for more.

Supposedly this book became a movie, but I haven’t seen it yet. Not sure if I’m going to.  Here’s the link to the trailer. I haven’t even watched it yet, either.

Let me know if you think I should see the movie or if you have a different opinion of the book in the comments below. Thanks.

Yes, I’ve given in. I’m vlogging.

Hey Everyone. So. I’m starting this thing called a vlog.

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For those of you who don’t know, vlog = blog + video. In other words, video blogging. I find it fun, and so I decided to make something to accompany this blog, so that I can expand the ways in which I share about writing, and other random things as well!

Check it out. The intro to the vlog is below.

And if you’d like to check out my channel and follow me on YouTube, please do so! The link is below.


Writing as Therapy

I wrote a poem–a thing which I don’t do often–and I didn’t write it because I wanted to sound profound, or I wanted to be a great writer. I wrote it because I wanted to think something through. I suppose that a lot of poetry happens like that, and because of that, a lot of it is about love and death and troubles. This would be no exception. I call it “None At All.”

*side note: my stanzas are separated by — because the paragraphs weren’t showing up when I pasted it.

Do you take the road least traveled?

The hipster would say yes.

Do you take the road more traveled?

Tradition would say yes.

Does a river yearn to climb a mountain?

We don’t really know,

And though they work with gravity,

I’d like to say, yes.

You see, I know the science,

The probability of it all.

But does that mean that I

Stick to the proven course?

I could follow the path

That lain out before me

Offers prosperity,

But does it offer peace?

No. I know the answer now.

I must follow my instinct

My gut tells me,

That solace,

That place that offers peace

Is on the path least completed.

Not just traveled.

Not just considered.

But finished.

Many try,

And like a camel through the eye of a needle

They get stuck

They endure Hades, not Heaven.

But I believe that I will make it,

She says as doubt enters her mind,

But I will try not to worry,

For what good can that do?

None at all.

Now, that was a rough draft; my thoughts are shown frankly on the page. You can see how my thoughts progressed as I wrote it. For reference, the poem is about pursuing a writing career. Do I become the cliched “struggling artist,” or do I pursue a knowingly profitable course?

Writing is proven to be therapeutic, and poetry is where some of the finest thought-processing can happen. I use it, and I’m sure many other people do, to sort of talk through things.

The thing is, many people don’t do this, and it works way better than I used to think. There is a reason people keep journals, and it’s not (always) so that people two-hundred years from now can sit back and read what we were doing. While that may be fascinating to historians in the future, it originated as a form of therapy.

In essence, more people should consider writing. You don’t have to share it; you just have to do it, and you’d be surprised how great it can make you feel when there is no pressure for it to sound a certain way, or to make a grade, or satisfy anybody but yourself. That is how I started writing, and soon, I was fine writing for others. It’s a process, just like anything, and I am thankful for the person it made me.

And because I felt like it…

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