Bethany Lovejoy
27 Sep 2017
Childhood fanfictions help build skills for future writing projects
I saw myself as a superhero when I was twelve years old.
20 Sep 2017
Sometimes growing up means giving up
When I was five years old I thought it would be simple enough. I’d vocalize to my parents, “When I grow up I want to write big books,” and then fifteen years later out of nowhere I would be the next J.K. Rowling. I honestly believed in some part of my tiny mind that simply vocalizing things would make them certain to happen. Every single day I would make my parents one-page papers with article after article written by me, the future author. “You might want to keep it,” I told my father, “I’m gonna be big.”
20 Sep 2017
'The Prince and Me' isn't the romance story you've been looking for
'The Prince and Me,' not to be mistaken for the Prince and I, is a 2004 romantic comedy about a pre-med student with little passion for the liberal arts and a prince with a strong passion for the female figure.
19 Apr 2017
Characterization in fantasy is important to get lost in the story
As a creative writing major, I have spent the past few semesters learning about how to properly craft a fictional story to gather readership.
12 Apr 2017
Living with a nut allergy on campus can make you nuts
My father owns a restaurant in small town Minnesota, where you rarely hear anyone mention an allergy of any kind.
22 Feb 2017
Television gets campy again with musicals
Many people cringe when they think of musical theatre, complaining of over-the-top dance numbers and nonsensical singing that detracts rather than adds to the plot.
15 Feb 2017
UW-River Falls campus brings about eerie feelings
Living in Grimm Hall as a freshman was, for me, an experience that reaffirmed a fear that I have long held.
16 Nov 2016
North Hall still buzzing with wasps in November
If you have the misfortune of taking class in North Hall this semester or having a club that meets there even within the late hours of the day, I applaud you. If you don’t then please let me inform you of why, within even the latest of the fall months, we are still assaulted by a troupe of hornets and wasps determined to not die.
