Happy Birthday, Little Blog!

     Happy Birthday, Life as a Starving Poet! You are now officially one year old, and I congratulate you (and myself) for surviving this long. So how did I do it? Well, here's the answer:
     Finding things to write about isn't always easy, and trying to write too often can have terribly chaotic results. Some of my worst posts come from when I was trying to write every day and was simply rambling to take up space and produce something. I have learned, however, that quality is better than quantity, which is why I rarely write two days in a row, unless I have something terribly amazing to talk about. 
     Most of my topics come from random bits of life that I notice. For example, I'll be sitting in class and a teacher will say something that sparks an idea and suddenly I have something to talk about. Or I'll be reading and a few sentences will catch my eye and remind me of a post I was planning to write and I'll take note of this idea and come home later to share it with the amazing readers of the internet (that's you, people. Smile for gosh's sakes!) And then sometimes, when I haven't written in two weeks and am feeling terribly guilty, I'll pull up a chair and sit at my computer with a blank page in front of me until I get and idea. It all depends, really, on the things I see and hear everyday. Of one thing I can be sure, though: as a starving poet, life really does get pretty interesting (sometimes) and I will always have plenty to write about. 


Well folks, that's all I have time for tonight!
Thanks for listening and may Life as a Starving Poet have many more successful years.
Maggs :)

Being Thankful

     Some people might look at the day I had today and call it quits, dive under the covers, and wait for Tuesday. I woke up at five a.m. (one hour earlier than usual) to make a before-school doctor's appointment and proceeded to be groggy for the next hour as I got ready for school. When it was time to leave, I stepped outside expecting a nice, if a little chilly, April morning. Instead I found snow and freezing temperatures. Then, as I was looking through my locker at school, I realized I had forgotten to take my biology worksheet home, meaning I would have to attempt to do it during my other classes before 9th hour bio rolled around. May I also mention that it was a Monday? After a crazy day at school, I came home with a worksheet full of nasty algebra, two tests to study for, a short paper to write for gym class, and the thought of yet another big project due at the end of the quarter hanging over my head. What a day. However, I'm not headed for bed just yet. Instead, I'm taking this opportunity to be just a bit preachy and hopefully send a message to some of you out there.
     Yeah, my life can be a little difficult sometimes-- piles of homework, overloaded schedule, and I don't always get along with everyone-- but compared to a lot of people, I have it extremely good. My immediate family are all healthy, I have plenty to eat, I have a good house and a warm place to sleep, and I live in a small town where it's safe to walk places and everyone knows each other. There are more things I'm thankful for (good books, Kit-Kats, comfy sweatshirts), but those are the big ones. 
     So today, instead of complaining and wishing things were different, I'm taking the opportunity to look at the best parts of my life. And that's when I realize things aren't so bad after all.


Thanks for listening,
and remember-- it 
could always be worse!


Maggs :)