Dandelions and Daydreams

I apologize for not posting in SO long! I've been very busy lately, just not always busy with blog ideas! (I really hope I won't have to say that at the beginning of every post). Lately I've been thinking a lot about a sci-fi novel I hope to write. I've had the idea for a long time, but within the past week or two the storyline has become a little bit clearer and the next thing I knew I was super excited and felt like I should actually try it! I already have plans for a sequel! So far I have just written the back-cover description and the first paragraph three times (I'm still not sure if it's good enough). Here is the back-cover description: Monsters are already dangerous - but even more so when they're just like you. For Kaprissa Knight, surviving unsual, sci-fi-style invasions have become the norm in the world she calls home - so much that she becomes part of a private military and research facility dedicated to the prevention of the attacks be

The power of one word. Starting anything with one word captures your attention. It forces you to picture what it is and think, "What about (blank)? In what perspective will this word be taken?" Posts tagged "One word" are all about that word - and all the ways it can be taken. Today, the word is: Silence. (n.) The complete absence of sound. Silence is definitely not a commonly thought-about word. My guess it that most people find the idea to be extremely boring. And that's exactly why I'm writing about it. When I think of silence, one of the things that comes to mind is something my brother's scout master used to say - "Silence is acceptance." In this case, the word takes on a relatively negative persona, while usually it is thought to be very neutral. Plain. Boring. I don't think silence has to be boring. Silence echos whatever you fill it with. While the world is silent, your mind speaks. Take a moment to sit (or stand) in

Have you ever gotten writer's block?  I'm sure you have. The blank page staring back at you doesn't help at all. Perhaps you've had the same thing, but with art. The blank canvas is just as blank as your mind. The question, "what do I write?" or "what do I draw?" echo in your mind, and that's all you can think of.  You give up, continue with your day, and then it happens.  You're supposed to be focusing on your math, history, or chore. But the idea bubbles up inside you until you're practically bouncing with excitement. Of all the moments to think of your idea, it's not the right time, or should I say WRITE time! (Pun of the day). You have deadlines. You have to be here, do this, and be ready for this. Your idea is too exciting and fun for it to be important, right?  Wrong. There is something very wrong about that mindset. The mindset that if it's enjoyable, it's not important. Protecting your creat

Why do I love getting snowed in? Is it the excuse not to go anywhere? Is it how the family is stuck in the house together? Whatever the reason, us snow-lovers are in luck due to this blizzard everyone else is complaining about.

A short story set during the Great Depression