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Writing Challenge: Writerly Reflections

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I grew up reading books from author Astrid Lindgren. I even did a presentation of her in school once. Books like Ronia the Robber’s Daughter and Pippi Longstocking. The swedish versions. But I have always loved movie versions better. I loved Ronia the Robber’s Daughter. I haven’t actually read the book, our teacher read it out loud in class. The same with Narnia:The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe. I also love The Brothers Lionheart, the movie. That proves why Lord of the rings and The Hobbit movies are my thing. I think my mother read Mio, My Son to me but I don’t really remember the story. Moomin was also a part of my childhood. I’ve read children’s books when I was in school. But I’m always been a lazy book reader. I prefer movie versions. I haven’t even finished Lord of the rings. I’ve tried (twice) but it just isn’t for me. I did manage to read The Hobbit a few years ago though. But that was much easier to read. I prefer reading biographies, nonfiction and books about a movies. Thick books with small fonts are a major turn off.

Writing stories were always my strongest point in school. I got good reviews from the teachers. We were given different titles and the pupils would choose one of them and make up stories. It was kind of fun after you came up with what you wanted to write about. I started to write fan fiction as an adult in English. Some of them I’ve posted on the internet (about Formula One drivers) They are usually about real people, except the stories are made up. I don’t write fiction based on books or movies. I don’t even read those. They are usually slash and I’m not interested in that.
I still have my first ever fan fiction and reading that, boy it was awful. Luckily I only wrote it to myself. I get my inspiration from my crushes. It depends who it is. That’s all I’m gonna say about that 😉

My stories are not good enough to be published. I only write to get the thoughts out of my head. It’s also fun to write when I feel like it. If they are good enough then I might post them on the internet. I write but I don’t call myself a writer. It’s only a hobby and will always remain so.

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Weekly Writing Challenge: My name is… my name is…

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Not Slim Shady though.

I didn’t really like my first name (Mia) when I was younger. Not even saying it out loud. I still don’t. These days I actually like it. It’s short to write and easy to remember. That’s what my mother probably thought too. In Finnish it’s spelled with 2 “i’s” but mine is only one. I tell people when they write my name that it’s with one “i” only. I’m very particular with that. Hate it if people write it wrong.
In Finland everyone that is baptized usually have 1 to 3 middle names. Mine has a hyphen between them. So you could say it’s 2 middle names when it’s actually 1.

I never had a nickname but I wasn’t really into that anyway. What really is a bit annoying. People being called Mia when their real name really is Maria or similar. It’s a disgrace for us that has been baptized with that name. I don’t think the name should be used as a nickname. Especially when people introduces themselves by their nicknames and pretending it’s their real name. If your real name isn’t Mia, why are you claiming it’s your name.

Call it weird but I have actually named my mobile Hayden (after Hayden Christensen) and my STB (Set-top box), Anakin. It was my Star Wars phase when I bought them. My TV is called Wentworth (after Wentworth Miller) I think I named my bike something but I can’t remember what it was. I’ve never had a pet, so I name material things instead. Like I did with dolls when I was a child.

Actually the first thing I thought about this Weekly Writing Challenge:Power of names was certain male names that sound sexy when you say them out loud. But that’s another story for another day.

Weekly Writing Challenge: Golden Years

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This Weekly Writing Challenge really is a challenge. I don’t want to reveal too much about myself. I’m still sticking to the “no personal stuff” policy on this blog. So I won’t get into much detail.

Age is a thing I’ve never had any problems with. But it’s the society that seems to have. People expect you to have a family at the age of 30 and a decent job. If you don’t, there must be something wrong with you. I’ve never had a real job (only part-time ones with no real pay), no real relationship nor bought a flat. But it still doesn’t make me a sad person. Sometimes it feels like I’m the only person on earth that doesn’t have enough of experience with anything. It feels like I’m still a teen even if I haven’t been that in years. I’m still young and have a lot of time ahead of me but somehow the society doesn’t see it that way. With society I mean, work places and such.
I still don’t think I have missed anything. I never needed to rebel. I hated parties and people drinking too much. I always thought I was more mature than other people at my age. I don’t envy those with relationship problems or people with kids. I would rather choose freedom than responsibility. That way I’m still a kid at heart.

I never knew what I wanted to be, career wise. Everything seemed to be boring. It took years and years. I’ve tried a lot of things and studied different things but still I have no career. My life seems so boring. What really upsets me it that, when I finally know what I want to do, the society punch me in the face. There is no job and if there is, you need a driver’s license. Or you have to be a student. Of course young people always seems to get internships or part-time jobs. Someone with no job experienced. When I was at that age, I didn’t get that much help. Now there’s all kinds of youth programs that gives young people opportunities to get job experiences. Where were those then?!

If I could turn back time, I would do things differently. But since I can’t, I just have to accept the way things are. All you can do is look forward. In my case, to tomorrow. I wouldn’t want to live forever. There’s enough to tolerate at the present anyway.