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Perhaps An Angry Rant/ Maybe a Bloggish Thing

March 30, 2009 -

My newest project runs along the lines of this:

"Write what you know."

Well, I may not know a lot, but I do know some things pretty well: bipolar disorder and psychiatric hospitals. Been there, done that (not lately, thankfully). So it seems to me, I ought to write about that. A novel about the exploits of patients at a psychiatric hospital. I'm sure it's been done before, but that has never stopped me. The subject should certainly give me some interesting characters. I've actually already started the story by writing the last few lines. Here's to hoping I can come up with the other 49,980 words!

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Previous Angry Rant:

I want to write a novel about a world where all adults have vanished. I've wanted to write it for a long time, since I first read the book "The Girl Who Owned the City" back in 6th grade. Unfortunately, according to "popular opinion" teenagers are completely inept and utterly worthless. So as a joke, I give you my complete novel, which I slaved over for one whole minute:

Minor Authority
or

If The Children Are Our Future, We're FUCKED!

One morning, the children of Plymouth woke up to discover every adult was missing. Upon further investigation, the surrounding towns were faced with the same problem. The children began to panic, rioting and causing all out destruction. They never stopped in all their fuckery to evaluate their situation. They simply went batshit insane. They found the local drug dealer's secret stash of uncut cocaine, and in one hour seventy-two children were dead of overdose. Later, the remaining children broke into the liquor store. The teenagers did jello shots. The children got alcohol poisoning. Fifty-nine more died. Thirty six teenagers went out drunk driving and all killed themselves, crashing into houses and telephone polls and each other, dying in fiery ruins. The surviving males reverted to cave men, clubbing the females over the heads and taking them home to rape them. Twenty seven children and teenagers broke into the pharmacy and took over doses of prescription medications. However the fuck many were still alive at that point started an all out war, and in the end, THEY DIED, THEY DIED, THEY DIED!

THE. FUCKING. END.

Is it really so hard to believe that teenagers can face adversity and overcome it? That they can band together as a group an conquer all odds? That when push comes to shove they can face their fears and beat them? Apparently. It can't be a sweet, uplifting story about hope and perseverance. It has to be a story of death and destruction. No one must survive in the end. That would be impossible.

Screw it. I'll just stick with the opinions of a couple of my friends, who wish to be helpful, instead of doubtful. I'll take advice from the people who have hope for humanity, not the ones who believe we're on a path to self destruction and cannot be saved.