An Eloquent Rant


Well, I like to think its eloquent. It might not be, though to be honest, I sometimes feel that perhaps I could just give up on the ‘sounding-like-I-know-what-I’m-talking-about and instead go for brutal honesty. Then a part of me realises that brutal honesty may perhaps be less than sensible on a blog through which I intend to publicise myself as a well spoken, intelligent, professional individual. One who intends to slap the world in the face with something wet and clammy, probably a fish, and declare ‘I am here… hear me roar (meow!)!’

That’s enough surrealism, just for now. I am of course talking about life outside the writing world, the world where the name on my birth certificate does not read Ileandra Young and, in fact reads something else entirely. The world where bills make stacks as high as basket ball players while you yourself feel perhaps about as tall as that Mini Me chap from Austin Powers. The same world in which some round-faced, red-cheeked American yokel can tell you ‘don’t play soccer, or you’ll go to hell!’ and be blessed with a few thousand youtube hits (you’ve gotta see it, the guy is mad! – and yes, I realise that this reaction of mine is exactly why this guy has so many hits, but indulge me.)

The world where books like Twilight get raved about daily (I might just puke) while other truly amazing and fascinating reads reads (The Lord Of The Rings, 1984, The Story Of Ma Parker, Gormanghast to name just a few!) can be over looked and forgotten. Ugh. I find myself taking personal affront when I hear – even if I just overhear – people singing the praises of that little runt Christopher Paolini who probably ripped every idea going from his youth to come up with the shambles he called Eragon. -_- *sigh* And then to see a fabulous actor like Jeremy Irons in the film version just makes a small piece of my soul want to curl up and die.

Oooh… we’re passionate and angry today, aren’t we, Illy? o.O Particularly since when I started this entry, I had in mind that my rant was going to be about spam. Oops. I might have to save that for next time. Though its funny how much my mind – and therefore my entries here – can drift depending on my mood. For instance, I haven’t spoken to you about SORB in a long while. Ah well. Like I said after NaNo, until Clash is where I want it to be and ready for the draft copy, SORB is resting in limbo.

Anyway, ranting. Eloquently….

I was actually drifting initially into a rant about how unfair the world can be. Primarily because while I was at work today (a rant I’d better not start lest I end up fired), I heard a terribly sad story of one of the women in the department across from mine having lost her aunt in a car accident across the weekend. It made me feel sick inside, thinking about this drunk driver choosing to drive the wrong direction down a three lane motorway, barrelling on at high speeds and instantly killing an innocent woman who was just going about her life in a safe, orderly and private way. The drunk driver who also caused the irreparable trauma of this woman’s young son, who is was in the front seat beside her, having sit quietly in the passenger seat and hold his mother’s hand while she died. He had to be cut out. This life wrecker of a drunk driver, by the way, gets out of his car at the other end with a couple of scrapes and perhaps a bruise. His only punishment for utterly destroying a life and permanently scarring several others. The things I talked about above are unfair… yes I suppose they are, but this… this is just… well… ‘Ileandra The Writer’ has no words for it.

Wow, way to end on a downer. Sorry folks.

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About Ileandra Young

I'm a thirty-*mumbles* year old (purple loving, cheese worshipping) author of fantasy, juggling a pair of beautiful twin boys with my burning desire to make up stories and write them all down. When I get the chance, I play games, listen to music, and in days long past I even ran a radio show. Though I occasionally write non-fiction, my heart lives in fantasy and my debut novel, Silk Over Razor Blades is now available through Amazon along with part two of the trilogy, Walking The Razor's Edge.
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